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Brad tugged at his bow tie trying to get it aligned perfectly. Today is to be full of life changing events. His mind drifts back as he stares off into space. Brad met Jason nearly two years ago by chance. They lived in the same building and some of Jason's mail was delivered to him by mistake. Slipping it under Jason's door, he was startled by a voice behind him. "May I help you?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I got some mail by mistake and was simply returning it." Brad's heart was pounding. This man was a god hovering over him still knelt at the door. Their eyes locked on each other, fate was knitting its tapestry that would bring these two together. They gradually became acquaintances, then friends, and then much more. All this time, it has been safe sex. Who knows how many condoms the guys used during their relationship. Brad is negative, while Jason is HIV positive and considers himself a 'purist.' He refuses to take any meds unless he absolutely has to. He's never had to, being in decent, yet toxic, health. Tonight, Brad and Jason will be standing at the altar. Vowing their love for one another has another commitment. Brad was never a chaser, but his love for Jason has made him crave being bred, without a barrier between them. When Jason proposed, Brad said yes on the condition that on their wedding Jason would finally impregnate him, making them equals and one in the DNA. --- A voice breaks Brad from his mental trip down memory lane. "Are you ready, Brad?" Here it was, the commitment that would change his life, and his body, forever. Brad nods, and is escorted to the ceremony. --- After a beautiful ceremony and reception, the newly weds finally arrive at the honeymoon suite. Jason holds Brad from behind as they look out at the view beyond the balcony, kissing his neck gently. "We don't have to do this tonight if you are having second thoughts, Brad." "No, baby, I want this. I need to be with you fully and completely." "I've never knowingly pozzed anyone. I've always been safe." "I know, Jason. I've not been a chaser, but I love you so much, I feel I must give myself to you and take all of you into myself." Jason turns Brad around and begins to undress him slowly. Brad in turn lovingly disrobes his husband. Standing naked, cocks pressed together as their tongues dance, hands roaming and kneading shoulders, back and ass. Brad pulls Jason to the bed, grabbing lube from the nightstand. Jason kisses Brad gently, then down his neck, across his chest taking a nipple into his mouth, alternating between gently sucking and firm bites. Brad moans, his hips bucking against Jason's, their cocks leaking precum freely. Jason kisses down Brad's stomach, tonguing his belly button, then trailing down to his shaft, licking up the underside as it throbs. He takes the head into his mouth and slowly pulls Brad deep into his mouth. Teasing the pisshole with his tongue with each stroke. Jason licks back down the underside of Brad's cock, down to his full balls, tugging the sac with his teeth, tongue circling each of them. Looking up Brad's body, his eyes again meeting Brad's , who nods and bites his lower lip. Jason's tongue dances down Brad's taint, to his awaiting pucker. Making laps while pushing into the center, making Brad squirm. "Oh my god, I need you inside me!" With a serious look, Jason looks back up. "Are you sure, baby?" "I've never been more sure of anything my whole life." With that, Jason lifts Brad's legs, applying lube to his quivering hole as well as his shaft. The poz cockhead teases Brad's hole for the first time ever without a condom separating them. The head breaks through the outer pucker as Brad wraps his legs around Jason's hips resting on his ass. After taking his time to push in, his balls come to rest on the outskirts of Brad's now full hole. Slow deliberate thrusts send waves of pleasure through Brad's body. "I may not last long the first time without the desensitized feeling of the condom." "I don't care, I just need it. We have rest of our lives to make love. Fuck me and fill me with your toxic cum!" With that, Jason's thrusts increase in intensity. Slamming into his lover's negative hole. A sense of urgency flushes over Jason. "I'm so close. I'm going to make you part of me forever." "Yes, poz my neg hole!" With a loud grunt, Jason seems to be trying to force his whole being into Brad's chute. "FUUUUCK!! Take my toxic load!" Brad grips Jason tighter holding him inside him deep, feeling pulse after pulse of Jason's poz cock filling his ass with a seven day load, as they abstained prior to the ceremony. Jason opens his eyes as the orgasm ebbs, seeing Brad lost in thought. "Are you ok, my love?" "I couldn't be better. Finally your cum is where it belongs." "I love you, Brad." "I love you, Jason." Jason gets off the bed, with Brad looking at him quizzically. "What are you doing?" Jason rummages around in a suitcase then pulls out a buttplug. "We'll use this, my sweet husband, to ensure a wedding night knock up." He grins as he gently inserts it into Brad's red and swollen pucker. "If not, we'll keep trying." They kiss passionately and then drift off to sweet slumber. All was right in the world.

Working from home during the Corona quarantine, my house needed painting. Called up my painter and he sent his crew of hot Hispanic guys to get started. As I was working from my home office with hot BB porn plying on computer one of the painters was outside prepping for painting and saw the porn playing on the computer through the window. He looked at me setting at my desk smiled and rubbed his crotch though his shorts. I kept going outside to check the progress and the painter kept smiling at me. When he was sure other were not looking, he would rub his crotch. I went inside took a shower and clean my ass. Late in the day my door bell rang and it was the painter who rubbed his crotch, he said he sent the rest of his crew off to prep another job while rubbing his crotch with a big grin. In his broken English he said he has something I might want and asked if I was interested. I said hell ya I want some dick. He closed the front door a slipped of his shirt, took off his shoes and unzipped his shorts. As the shorts feel the ground his hairy crotch was revealed. He was not wearing any underwear. He is in his mid-twenties with a big uncut cock, hairy balls, chest, and legs. Hispanic guys are my weakness. He said you wanna suck it, get it hard and wet cause I want that ass. I went over, dropped to my knees, and sucked his uncut cock into my mouth. As it grew in my mouth, I was tugging his big balls. After a few minutes of me sucking his cock and hairy nut sack his cock popped out of my mouth fully hard with the mushroom head exposed from the foreskin. He was moaning and saying things in Spanish as I worked his musky smelling cock and nutsack. As I worked his cock, he got my jeans unbuckled and was fingering my hairy hole with his split slicked fingers. He was stretching my hole open with one finger and first then adding more fingers. I savored the musky smell of his crotch as I worked it with my tongue and mouth. He pulled me off his cock and stuck his tongue in my mouth as he continued too work my hole with his fingers. I went to suck on his nipples as he forced my face to his hairy pits. They smelled all musky and sweating, I went to town on the pits as he kept fingering my ass. He pulled me from his pits and said bedroom. We went upstairs to the bedroom his hard cock leading the way while I followed, loved looking at that hairy ass as I followed. When we got to the bedroom, I told him I wanted to eat his ass, he said only if he could eat mine before fucking it. He laid on my bed as I spread his hairy ass checks and found his pink hole, with my tongue. As I was tonged his ass, he pushed his cock down between his legs. I worked over both with my tongue as he squirmed, moaned, and kept saying things in Spanish. After a few minutes he said he needed my ass. He rolled me on the bed onto my back, pushed me legs and ass up until my hole was exposed. I reached for the poppers on the nightstand took a big whiff and offered them to him, he also took a whiff. He spread my checks and spit in my hole. He used his tongue and fingers to open it up. I was moaning and writhing all over the bed as he worked my hole. After about 10 minutes I was begging him to fuck me. He kept working my hole with his tongue and fingers, sucking my cock and balls as I kept begging for him to put his big 9-inch cock in me. He says you want this cock, I say hell yell, as he reaches for some lube, he sees condoms on the nightstand and asks can I fuck you raw. I tell him to breed my ass. He gets up one all 4s as he lubes his cock and my hole and asks if I am ready for his big cock, he slowly puts the big mushroom head to my ass and pushes it in. I take another hit of the poppers, my ass is on fire as his dick is thick and long. He continues to push into me until his big bull balls are resting against my ass. He leaves his cock balls deep and reaches around to stroke my cock as he flexes his dick in my ass. Slowly he begins to move short strokes in my ass. It is starting to feel good as I have become accustomed to his dick up my ass. As my ass opens his strokes become longer and harder. He starts to really pound my ass. I am in extasy as his big Hispanic dick uses my hole. He is grunting and moaning as he fucks me. I am moaning as that big dick pounds my hole. He is shouting as he fucks me telling my he likes my tight man pussy, telling me he is gonna breed my ass. He fucks me for 15 minutes deep and hard. He starts to groan, moan and tells me to get ready for his load. He slams in deep and I feel his warm cum load deep up my hole as he cums deep up my ass. Sweat is dripping from him onto my back. He is panting telling me how he loves my ass with his cock still deep in. He slowly pulls out of my ass still semi hard. I fell his cum leaking out of my ass. He lays back on the bed I lean over and start sucking his cocking clean it with my mouth. As I suck his cock it becomes hard again. He grabs my head and forces it up and down on his cock. He says suck it good then you can ride it. He fingers my cummy ass and brings fingers to my mouth to suck, lick and eat. My ass is wet and dripping. I continue to suck on his cock until he tells me to jump on it and ride it. I add some more lube to his cock and my hole and straddle him on the bed while he aims his cock to my hole. I sink onto his cock and start bouncing up and down while he tells to ride it. He starts bucking up to meet my thrust. After a few minutes he yells out he is cumming and take my load. As he shoots another load up my ass I bend down and kiss him. We continue tonguing each other’s mouth until his cock softens and slides out of my ass. We lay there on the bed all covered in sweat, cum leaking out of my ass, the room smelling of man sex and cum. After a while he says let’s jump in the shower. We showered and wash each other. After we shower, we don’t dress and lounge around with some beers. We talk about how much we enjoyed fucking and how much fun we had. I say by the way I am Bob; he chuckles and says he is Juan. I ask if he wants to get together again, he says hell ya, he will be around next two days and has many more paint jobs in my neighborhood. Said he loves filling my ass with his cum He gets a serious look and asks if I would be interested in getting together with him and another painter on his crew at the same time. I tell him that would be hot. All the crew are sexy Hispanic guys. He tells me that the other guy is a top also with a big uncut cock. Said he will talk with the other guy on his crew to see if he would be interested in tag teaming my ass after their work tomorrow. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Ch 1. Michael stood outside of the packed club. It was Saturday night and everyone was out partying. The bass could be heard and felt from the sidewalk. He took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and heading inside. Michael was 27 years old. He was 5’11” with a solid athletic build, brown hair, and hazel eyes. He headed up the few steps just inside the door and walked to the bar in the center of the room. He already felt his nerves starting to get the best of him. He ordered a drink and stood as casually as he could by the bar. This was his first night out alone in over two years and Michael could feel how awkward he looked. Several guys around the bar looked at him. Michael felt like they were staring a hole right through him. He pounded his first drink and ordered another one before deciding to head upstairs to the second level of the club. As he climbed the stairs, the music and the bass became louder, more upbeat. He was now on the dance floor. Again he stood casually on the side lines and watched as the mass of guys danced to the beat. He pounded his second drink and headed to the bar on the other side of the dance floor. Michael ordered another drink. His nerves starting to calm down as his first two drinks started to run through him. As he waited, another guy walked up to the bar next to him. The bartender returned with Michael’s drink and then turned to take the guy’s order. Michael picked up his drink and as he turned to leave the bar, he caught a glimpse of the guy next to him. He stood 6’1” with a muscular frame and fire auburn hair. Michael locked eyes with him. He couldn’t help but stand there, frozen, and stare. His chiseled face, and from what Michael could see of his body being exposed by a tight fitting tank top, was covered in freckles. Michael was in awe. “Hey” the guy said to Michael. He couldn’t speak. Michael smiled sheepishly at him and went back to the dance floor. As he stood there he found himself starting to move with the beat. Halfway through his third drink and he was starting to feel looser. He let his mind go and danced in the crowd. Michael quickly came back to reality when he felt someone come up behind him and put their hands around his waist. Michael jumped and looked back as the guy still had his hands around his waist. It was the ginger from the bar. He smiled at Michael. “You’re really attractive.” He said over the roar of the bass. “Thanks. Hardly as attractive as you are” Michael said jokingly. He continued dancing as the guy grinded behind him and moved his hands all over Michael’s body. “My name is Evan.” He finally said in Michael’s ear. He kept one hand around Michael’s waist and moved the other up towards his chest. “Michael” was all he could say in return. They continued dancing for a few more songs. Evan continued to explore Michael’s body. He started to slide his hand in the front of Michael’s jeans. Michael broke free, startled. “I’ll be right back” he turned and said to Evan and walked downstairs. Michael walked out the front door into the warm summer night air and lit up another cigarette. A few moments later Evan came out the door of the club and lit up next to Michael. “Sorry about that.” Evan said after a brief moment of silence. “You’re fine. Just caught me off guard a little. Not quite used to this yet” “What do you mean?” Evan asked “I haven’t been out in the club like this in over two years. I’m a little rusty” Michael laughed “Ah. Fresh out of a relationship?” Evan asked him Michael nodded in response. “Yep. Now I’m just trying to go with the flow. Not entirely ready to jump into another one ya know?” “I hear you. Nows the time to let loose and have some fun.” Evan encouraged Michael smiled and nodded in agreement. There was another brief silence between them. “So can I buy you a drink and feel that body some more on the dance floor?” Evan asked with a smirk. Michael pauses for a moment. He promised himself he wouldn’t be looking to hook up with anyone tonight, but dancing seemed okay. “Sure.” They went back inside and Evan ordered them another round of drinks. They found they’re way back to the dance floor and continued dancing. Michael leaned back against Evan’s muscular body as Evan’s hands moved all over from michael’s chest to his inner thighs. Michael was really started to feel the alcohol at this point. Between that and feeling Evan all over his body started turning him on. The combination of Evan’s cologne and the musk radiating from his underarms was that much more intoxicating for Michael. He felt himself sink deeper back against Evan. Michael turned his head and their eyes met. Evan leaned and locked lips with Michael. Michael was in heaven. He turned to face Evan and they kissed again letting Evan plunge his tongue deeper into his mouth. As they kissed, Evan slid his hands down Michael’s back to his ass and latched on with a firm grip. Michael couldn’t help but follow suit and grab Evan’s growing cock. “I think we should go.” Evan suggested seductively. Michael couldn’t stop feeling Evan’s cock through his jeans. He figured it had to be at least eight inches and it was making him more horny. “Yeah let’s go. My place is only two blocks from here.” Michael said. They had one final kiss and proceeded out of the club.

Having a man who loves that you’re a cumdump is truly a special gift. My husband was the same way. There were many Saturdays that I woke late after sleeping in to learn that he had been up early and on Craigslist, websites, and apps lining up tops to breed me all afternoon.

Flirt I was a faithful husband in a monogamous marriage of three years. My husband was a god among men: handsome, strong, successful, and a great partner in every way. But when I let my mind wander, it wandered down the same path. What likely started off as a desire to see raw fucking had morphed over the years into a fetish for bug chasing. And such dominated my fantasies (as well as my porn searches). I was not on any hookup apps but was popular on other social media. Periodically, I received messages from strangers wanting to meet me or chat me up. I generally declined their messages., but for a reason still unknown to me, one such message didn’t go ignored. The sender’s name was Travis. A brief skim of his profile revealed he was cute (though skinnier than I preferred). He worked as an EMT and lived in the suburbs. His life looked decidedly less – refined? desirable?-- than ours, with a cheap and dirty looking apartment compared to our city condo, a pickup truck to our luxury SUV, a mutt to our Labrador. He initially messaged in response to a photo I posted from the gym, complimenting me on my form. I thanked him, and followed him back. Minor chit chat ensued between Travis and me periodically for the weeks after. And then one Saturday afternoon, our exchange took a turn: Out of nowhere, he sent a photo. It was a selfie from neck down, revealing a skinny torso giving way to what I can only describe as a perfect dick. Thick, long, and beautiful, with a mushroom head that I immediately craved. I was mesmerized and told him so. I wanted to see and know more about Travis suddenly – not just chatter, but substance. His dick had penetrated me through my phone. In the coming weeks, through online conversation, we got to know one another through words, photos and videos. I learned that Travis only fucks bare, which I found so hot. Condoms, he said, were a turn-off. I learned he had followed me online for a while, intuitively knew that I was a bottom who would want his dick. He was a master of words that struck at my core of sexuality: I needed raw penetration and I needed cum. Ultimately, our chats led to the inevitable question: would this be just an online flirtation, or could we meet up in person to consummate our passion. For him, there were no reasons not to get together. He wanted to breed me, and I wanted to be bred. End of story. On my end, all I saw were reasons why this could never happen. I was married (happily, I might add), and my husband would never let a third like Travis into our relationship or allow any open-ness for me to experience this tryst. And if I were to cheat, which I never had, I couldn’t do it raw despite all of our banter and my fantastical desires for Travis’s cum. Travis pressed for a secret get-together. He described how it could go down: I find you in a bathroom, where you drop to your knees. You pull out my big soft dick. You take my cock in your mouth and it grows to rock hard. I pull you to your feet and take you into a stall, bend you over and slide my wet hard cock, drenched in precum, into your amazing hole. Then you milk my load out of me. I loved every detail of this fantasy and tell him so. I told him how I wanted his load in me so badly. I told him what a god he was, how my hole was made for penetration by his perfect wood. But conflicted and faithful, I said I couldn’t. Travis said I was wasting his time by chatting with no future. Our online conversations were likely coming to an end, and that our fantasies were going to be thwarted by reality. But then, unexpectedly, my husband had to leave town for the weekend. Drunk My husband and I were rarely apart, so his weekend away was somewhat momentous. I went out drinking with friends, who treated the event almost like a bachelor party. Midnight rolled around after a long day of boozing, and I decided to call it a night. In the cab home, I instinctively opened my phone and messaged Travis. He was always on my mind. “Hey stud.” “Sup?” was his nonchalant response. “My husband’s out of town this weekend.” A statement that dropped like a rock into a still pond, with ripples reverberating forever into the distance. “I have to come over. Now.” Travis said. I guess I knew I’d invited this response, but it was just so… real. Did I really just open myself up to having an affair with one drunken text? “Like, now now? For real?” I responded. “Yes. Send me your address. I can leave right away.” My stomach churned with excitement and fear as I typed out our address and told him to text me when he arrived so I could guide him into our building. I panicked. What was about to happen? I didn’t know Travis beyond smut talk. It was already late at night. What was I thinking? I decided to jump in the shower to sober up a bit and to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Time was limited if he was already on his way. Fuck My phone buzzed: He was downstairs. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said aloud to myself. I was literally shaking as I walked to the elevator. I looked at my reflection in the doors as they slid shut. I’d opted for my go-to outfit at home: a jock strap, mesh shorts, a tank, and sneakers. I thought the lighting did right by my muscles, and I smirked at myself. The door opened into the garage level, and there he was in real life. Travis. He was not my type, but he was also everything I hoped him to be. He was tall and lanky, with a mop of sandy-blond hair and a mustache. He wore baggier jeans than I would wear, and his t-shirt had a stretched out collar. He was pale and wore a bright gold chain. For a fleeting moment I thought of my husband, tan, muscular, and perfect, some five hundred miles away for work as the warm summer air blew through our parking garage. “Sup, Eric.” He stated as he boarded the elevator and put his hand on my shoulder with a grin. The doors closed. His hand made its way down my back. He squeezed my ass. Once inside our apartment, he pushed me to my knees. Even though I could surely overpower him, I was powerless: he was in command. Just like in the fantasy he’d sent earlier, I unlocked his soft dick from his jeans and began working it with my mouth. Looking up, I could tell by his facial expressions he was pleased. “Damn boy, I didn’t think this would ever actually happen. Thought you were catfishing me. Yanking my chain.” I didn’t think it would ever actually happen either, I though, as his dick grew. A salty taste gradually took over my mouth; I knew he was pre-cumming a lot. My head bobbed back and forth, occasionally taking a break to suck on his balls or to lick his shaft up and down. His dick was as glorious as I’d thought via photos and videos. Perfect really, and now pulsing thanks to my oral pleasures. Finally, he pulled his cock from me and said “get up” And I did. “I want to fuck you in your bed.” He said with a grin. He liked the symbolism of fucking in my marital bed. I led him to the Master bedroom, turned, and he pushed me down onto the mattress. “Take your clothes off.” He commanded, but then seeing the jock strap said “Leave that on.” Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself next to the bed and removed his clothing. He then stroked his glorious dick a few times and began aligning his dick with my hole. No lube, just pre-cum and spit. He pressed. It burned. His perfect mushroom head plodded inside me. My longstanding fantasies arose with Travis’s raw entry. I thought about how personal it was to be fucked bare, how there could be no further closeness to be had. I thought of how vulnerable it was to take another man’s bare cock and to accept their load, with whatever that load carried with it. I then thought of the dudes who begged to be pozzed in the videos I’d watched, and the dom tops who boldly proclaimed they were pozzing their subjects. My hard-on raged. “Are you….?” I trailed off. “Fuck that feels good. I’m… I’m not on PrEP. Are you…” It wasn’t my sexiest banter. I felt his dick drive slowly deeper within my tight ass. He diverted his eyes from his dick entering my hole to my face. “I’m not either.” And he grinned wider, pulling out slightly then pushing back inside me. He began these mini-thrusts with his hips. Slowly but surely, plunging his cock getting deeper and deeper. “That’s hot.” I exclaimed. “It’s too late for me to be on that shit. And too late for you now dude.” “Huh?” I half-asked, delighting in the rhythmic fuck. “What do you mean?” “Dude, you’re mine now. It’s just you and me. My raw dick. Inside your pretty ass. Soon my bare, poz cock is gonna be dumping an unmedicated load in you. I’m marking you forever tonight, Eric.” I arched my back and my eyes rolled back as I felt the ecstasy of our hairy balls finally hitting each other as his dick reached my prostrate. His words were processing in slow motion. “Fuuccckkk” I moaned as he pulled out a bit. “You like my poz dick in you?” he said, just as I’d heard many porn stars say before. Red flags were going up in my brain, but “Fuck yeah” escaped my lips. “I knew you would. I knew you were meant to be my slut.” Travis exclaimed as he increased the vigor of his thrusts. “Fuck your ass feels so good. I’m so fucking ready to take you as mine.” I heard and felt his slim thighs and his full balls slamming against mine as his rhythm grew even more. I clenched my sphincter muscles around his dick, hoping to milk it soon. My tender hole could not take much more of a pounding. My dick was leaking precum all over my stomach. I looked up at Travis, who’s grin had given way to an intense grimace as though he wanted to destroy me with his forward thrusts. His skinny torso was glistening with sweat. His chain bounced back and forth as he pounded me hard. He began grunting loudly – I worried my neighbors would hear. “UNH – UNH – UNH – UNH – FUCK I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNG CUM!!! UNH!!! UNH!!! UNH!!!!!! OH YEAHHHH!!!!!!” He screamed, as a toxic eruption took place deep in my guts. I was rock hard and my dick was throbbing as my fuck hole was now lubricated with Travis’s unmedicated being. I stroked furiously, thinking to myself how hot it was that I’d just taken a load from this stud with the perfect dick I’d worshiped from afar for weeks. He resumed slowly pulsing his dick out and in my ass, fucking his POZ jizz deeper into my chute, he wanted to make sure it would take hold. I gripped my dick harder and kept stroking. “You’re mine now, bitch. I’ve marked you like a dog pissing on a tree. You have my DNA in you forever. Your purpose from here out is to worship my cum, to worship me, and to become mine in every way. Lick my pits you fucking bitch. He leaned down and let me lick his sweaty armpits. My tough meandered down to his nipples. My balls tingled, signaling it was time for me to erupt too. “Fuuucckk!” I screamed, and a fountain of neg spunk erupted over my torso.

I told Harry about what happened s,o the next time I will stay at his place overnight at his place. Harry showed me a lot about cleaning out your hole how to suck a dick and rim an ass hole. I tell Harry do others do this as he is laughing then says next Sunday he will take me to a club for men only. The Man Hole club is at 28 9th ave. I ask Harry how I should dress, so he gives me some of his leather to ware. At the club, you go down these small stares that are dimly lit but so many HOT looking men smoking cigars. Harry is holding my hand and introducing me to his friends and showing me what goes on. In the corner, I see this guy in the sling with someone hand in his hole, and I can't take my eyes off this. I guess Harry sees where my mind is, so we go over and watch. I see the one in the sling is breathing poppers as everyone around is yelling wreck that worthless hole as my dick is rock hard. The fister can see how hot I am from watching this and ask if I ever had my fist in an ass. I say no then says come I will show you as he takes some Crisco on my hand and arm, they say collapse my hand, so it's like a duck head. I get four finders in, and then he says this pice shit is a slut just push your hand in, I never felt something so warm as I passed my wrist and I feel his heart beating. That night I had a great time sucking dick getting fuck and my first time drinking piss. Harry and I became regulars at the Man Hole Club; we also invited to some private home parties.

Climbing the stairs back up to my condo, I started to feel a little guilty. Both of the guys I just bred were vulnerable to my bug and didn't even know it. Dragonboy probably thought I was still on meds just like the other times we fucked, still playing up the poz on neg scene like before. Reaching my floor, I shook myself out of it, thinking "He never asked and I told him I was poz. Besides, if he really wants to stay neg, he wouldn't be getting multiple guys to breed him when he's off prep." Sitting down on my couch, I lit up a fat one and took a long hit. Before I knew it, I was holding the remains in a clip and got one last drag on it before it was done. I checked my phone and looked to see who was close on a few of the apps. My balls were empty, but it didn't hurt to look and maybe set something up for the future. It was a lot of the usual guys but then I spotted the Italian guy from the laundry room. "Had fun the other night" I sent to him. "OMG it was shouldnt have too risky" he replied a few minutes later. I sent back "Thats what made it so hot." I didn't get a response so I sent one more "When u doing laundry again?" and hit send. There wasn't a reply after a few minutes so I figured he didn't want to play again. The college bug chaser wasn't on so I set the phone down and grabbed my laptop to check messages on a few sites. I was kind of disappointed that the older guy hadn't messaged back, but he probably got cold feet when he saw I was no longer listed as undetectable. With nothing going on, I watched a few porn clips but nothing really did it for me so I decided to crash for the night. The alarm rudely awakened me and I crawled out of bed, still smelling the sweat and cum on my body from the night before. I showered and then ate breakfast while I opened up my laptop and surfed a few sites. Still no message from the older guy, but it had been less than 12 hours since I checked the last time. I grabbed my phone and looked at a few apps. A smile came over me as I saw the college guy on. "Hey, how u doin?" I typed out. "sore & horny" he responded. I chuckled thinking the slut had got some more dick after we fucked the other night. "rough day yesterday?" I asked back. "sore from u. nothin yesterday" he replied. I sent back "u want more?" He immediately sent back "fuck yeah" and then "dad is going out in a half hr. meet in cleaning closet on 19 in 45min?" How cute, I thought, but it made sense with all of the universities shut down. If he didn't have an apartment he'd have to go back to his parents house or move in with friends. "k" I replied and waited. I took the stairs up to try and be more dicreet and also for the workout. Being a little sweaty before a fuck was never a bad thing for the guys I hooked up with. I peeked out the door and didn't see anyone in the hallway and a few seconds later I heard someone coming down the stairs. I leaned against the wall and then saw it was the college guy. I opened the door and he followed me out into the hall. We went over to the closet that the cleaning staff use to store their supplies and twisted the handle. Locked. I knew from experience that they usually didn't lock these doors but figured that people were probably stealing the cleaning supplies so now they had to. "Wanna try up one floor?" I asked. He nodded and we went up the stairs to the 20th floor. That one was locked too. "Fuck!" he said. I nodded and was about to suggest the sauna again when he said "You're not gonna stalk me, right?" I thought it was a strange question but said "Nah, I don't usually even fuck a guy more than a few times." He started walking down the hall to the end and pulled out his key. I followed him into unit 20A, down the inside hall and into a bedroom. He was pulling his clothes off as soon as we got inside and he told me "We gotta make this quick. I don't want my dad to come home while we're fucking." I pushed him on the bed and looked down at his twinky body. Our other fuck was in dim light and now I could see all of him. The smooth pale skin, a nice smooth bubble butt, his muscled runner's legs and his hair was just pulled back in a ponytail today. I pushed down my basketball shorts, yanked my tank off and was on top of him seconds later. My hard cock ground along his butt cheeks as I laid on him, forcing him flat against his bed. I whispered in his ear "You need some more toxic seed?" I heard him whimper and I said to him firmly "Tell me what you want or I'm out of here." "Please, fuck me full of your bug. I want you to turn me into a poz slut" he cried out. I chuckled and whispered back "Good boy. You gonna share it too, right?" My cock was rock hard and oozing precum into the crevice. "Yes, sir. As many as I can" he replied, starting to breathe heavily. "Please fuck me" he whined a few seconds later. Raising my hips, I dragged my shaft between his butt cheeks and then pushed down until I found the opening. Pushing harder, the head of my cock finally started to work it's way inside. His face was buried into the bed cover as he yelled out from the pain of my thick cock stretching him open with just a little precum for lube. The head of my cock was barely inside when I forced his head down to muffle his screams. I paused a moment to let him get used to it. His body was shaking and he let out another yell when I nudged in deeper. He hadn't lubed up before our meet, apparently, so I was going to have to do it for him. Pulling my cock out I crawled back, spreading his ass cheeks apart before spitting on the hole. Using a finger to start, I pushed the spit in and added some more. Adding a second finger, I worked the spit in deeper before twisting them around to help stretch his sphincter. With one more gob of spit, I pushed my fingers in all the way, twisting them back and forth before pulling them out and replacing them with the tip of my shaft. It looked really hot, my darker rigid cock surrounded by his pale butt cheeks slowly driving down until my hips were pressed against his ass. My cock went in much easier this time and with a lot less screaming. I'm sure that the first attempt, as dry and rough as it was, did enough to help my bug get into his body, but I was planning on giving him more than just a little viral precum. I raised my hips up and then dropped back down with a thud. The whole bed bounced and I repeated it a few more times with college boy mumbling "oh god" over and over. Pushing my body up with my arms, I hovered over him, my cock still partially inside his tight, wet hole. I whispered in his ear "God ain't gonna help you now" before thrusting my hips in and out. It got easier each time as his hole loosened up and my pre coated his chute. We stayed like this for almost ten minutes, him flat on the bed whimpering and me drilling his pussy with my stiff shaft. I fell on him, slamming my dick in hard and my chest slapping against his back. I yanked back on his pony tail, pulling his face off the bed. "This what you been dreaming about? Getting pounded by a big poz dick and having your last neg loads fucked out of you?" I growled in his ear before I got on my knees and flipped him over. Spreading his legs, I aimed my fuckstick at the gaping hole and shoved back in. Looking into his wide open eyes, I pushed his legs back while driving the last couple inches of my cock inside him. Last time, I bred him from behind, deprived of looking at his face as he took what might have been his first known toxic load. I wasn't going to miss out on it this time, before he became too used to the feeling and it just became another raw fuck. I knew some guys only took one before it was nothing special but most craved a lot more poz dick until the novelty wore off. One guy I knew never got over it and even when he was in hospice, dying of AIDs, he still craved taking new strains. My hips were rolling, driving my cock into him with firm jabs. I would move my hips around and dig my cock in different directions, hitting his prostate a few times before teasing another part of his rectum. A smile came over his face and stayed there even when I pounded harder. "Breed me again" he begged. I slammed in, holding my hard cock in him and staring down at him. "Please" he begged again. Slowly I pulled my dick back and lunged back in, hearing him grunt. He said calmly "Give me your bug" but the intensity in his face showed how much he wanted it. Pulling back slowly again, I chuckled and then felt my cock start to swell. I hammered his hole for half a minute before my balls said "it's time." Planting all of my cock into his body, the first of a half dozen spurts of virus filled cum painted his gut. His outer ring was spasming around my cock, milking my cock as he covered his chest and face with his own untainted spunk. I pulled halfway out and rammed back in, coaxing one or two more shots out of my balls. "Oh my god... thank you" he said as my chest heaved and sweat dripped on him. We stayed there, almost motionless for a minute. He broke the silence, his voice labored, saying "plug... top drawer." I smiled and reached over. It took a couple tries but I got the drawer open and pulled out a glass butt plug. It had some girth and when I pulled my cock back a little, realized it was slightly thicker than me. Backing up a little, I was able to slip it into the battered, cummy hole before it closed. It was mesmerizing to watch his ass ring slowly lock the plug in place, sealing in my poisonous load. Lowering his legs down, I stood up on the floor and tapped his leg. "Clean my dick" I commanded and he spun around, laying his head off the side of the bed. Crouching a little, I set my cum covered cock on his lips. He started licking, first under the shaft and then around the sides while I moved back and forth. I spotted a few small dark streaks and I wondered if he didn't clean well enough or if it was blood. I suspected the latter. Moving back slightly, I let him lap at the head of my cock a few moments and then pushed into his mouth. Sliding my cock into his mouth and throat, I watched his lower lip collect the last of the cum on my dick. He opened his mouth wider when I pulled back and then out of his mouth. His tongue licked over his lip, collecting the cum which he greedily sucked in. I gave him a couple quick slaps of my cock over his face and then grabbed my shorts. Pulling them on, I then tugged my tank top over my head. Slipping my feet into my sandals I told him "Thanks, that was a good fuck. Wonder if that's the one that will do it" before turning and walking down the hall to the door. I heard his front door click shut behind me while I walked down toward the stairwell. Just as I got to the door, I heard the elevator ding as it arrived. An older, athletic guy came around the corner with a few shopping bags hanging from his hand as I entered the stairwell and went down to my floor. It was just a quick glance, I didn't want to stick around and spook him with strangers walking around on his floor. Back at my place, I lit up a blunt and quickly finished it, enjoying the rush as my balls started to recover. I looked through the guide on the TV, trying to find something to watch and finally found something mindless. After a few minutes, I checked my phone and saw a message from college guy. "Fuck, that was close. Dad showed up right after you left" was his message. I smiled and wondered what his dad would say if he knew what his son was doing.

No, but I’m engaged to an older man. We’re in an open relationship. He thinks it’s hot that I’m a slutty cumdump and has often invited other tops over to help fill me with cum.

I have thought long about this since the topic was started, because I am conflicted, and because I dislike being told that I meant something I didn’t mean by the words I chose to use. I grew up in a time and place where I heard the word “fag” being said to and about me before I had any idea what it meant - and it was not a good thing then, and there, to be a “fag”. It made you a target for the societal haves in school to persecute because they could, and for the have-nots to persecute because there was no one else within reach. And I was a really late bloomer and didn’t even have a sexuality yet. So for me, fag is a non-starter regardless of circumstance or identity of speaker. Faggot, however, strangely does not conjure the same overwhelming negativity in my mind, perhaps because it was not used nearly as often as a cudgel. I have heard gay men refer to each other as “faggot” in friendly, jocular terms, and it doesn’t bother me. As a public sexual submissive and cumdump, I do sometimes get Tops who call me “faggot”, but that also doesn’t bother me, as the word seems to have taken on a specialized sub-meaning as it relates to men like me who will allow themselves to be bred by anyone. I am a no-cock-refused cumdump, therefore if that means I am also a faggot, then I own that. It’s the definition of me. If the Top were to call me a “fag”, that would be another matter, and would put a stop to the proceedings until we addressed the issue. I actually have no idea if any of the Tops who call me “faggot” are openly gay themselves, or whether it’s just the married “straights” or the closeted self-deniers. Regardless, I think we should not be overeager to revive common use of a stereotyping and largely denigrating term even amongst ourselves, lest others feel emboldened to return us to a time when words were cudgels. People of African ancestry are still sharply stung by the use of the N-word by others even if they have reclaimed it for themselves, and autistics face a seemingly endless battle against the use of “retard” and “tard” (for the love of God, just don’t). Frankly, I’d prefer not to label myself at all, but if I didn’t I’d never get fucked.

POZ not on meds

I left the hospice and headed straight for the park. I had heard that cruising could be pretty hot in the evening. The park actually closes at dusk but guys must park close by and walk in. from what I understand it can we get pretty wild in the woods there at night. It was almost desk when I arrived, my cock was hard in my pants already. I decided to park at an old restaurant about a quarter mile from the park entrance. I pulled in and parked my car in the back corner where couldn’t be seen from the road. I got out of the car and open the trunk. I stripped down there in the parking lot and put my street clothes in the trunk of the car. I pulled out my gym bag and put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tight T-shirt. I was going commando. I wanted it as a little between me and hard cock as possible. The T-shirt showed my nice broad chest and the basketball shorts showed off my ass. I slipped on some running shoes locked up the car, and took a jog down the road to the park. I took a turn into the park and jogged almost all the way up right to the restrooms. The restrooms were an old cinderblock building with men’s on one end and women’s on the other end. I decided to Check out the toilets before I went back in the woods. There were still plenty of light. I pushed open the outer door and it’s squeaked really loud. I stepped through the inner door and stood for a minute while my eyes were adjusting to the dim light. As my eyes adjusted I became aware of a man leaning back against the wall opposite me. He looked to be in his 40s probably just over 6 feet tall. His body was lean,nhis face was angular. He has short hair And salt and pepper stubble on his face. His eyes were smoky and he oozed sensuality. he wore a sleeveless flannel shirt unbuttoned all the way. He had a nicely hairy toned torso and a pair of jeans that rode low and showed the V pointing down to a really fat package. He was wearing black work boots scuffed up and untied at the tops. The fucker leered at me as I scanned him up and down the lust on my face obvious. “ like what you see faggot? “ He said. His voice was husky and sensual. This fucker just oozed sex and sexuality. Every time he moved his body was somehow suggestive and a little obscene. His hips were slightly thrust out. The bulge in his jeans was growing. My cock tented in my shorts. This man’s presence was causing every perverted thought I could have to rise in my brain. ”Yeah. I do like what I see.” I said stepping to the middle of the room. He reached down and flipped open the top button of his jeans. It was all I could do not to rush over fall in my knees lower his zipper and take whatever was in there out. Take it deep into my throat. I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted this man. I felt possessed. I wanted him but some force kept me in the middle of the room. he reached down and rubbed his package. His jeans opened up a little more. His trimmed pubes showed and the base of his cock came interview. His cock grew down one leg of his pants he was hung it looked to be about nine or 10 inches. A wet spot was forming in his jeans. ”Strip faggot” he ordered his hand sliding down into his jeans “strip it off now. I want to see your faggot body. I want to see what needs my AIDS babies.” I stripped off slowly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy wanted to give me aids. I reach down slowly pulled my T-shirt up over my torso. Pulled it up over my head. Let it drop to the floor. I reached down slowly slid my shorts off until they fell in a pile of my feet I stepped out of them. My cock was fully hard. Straining, leaking pre-cum like crazy. “Tell me what you want faggot”, he said. He leered me and pushed his pants down his hips a few inches. A biohazard tattoo came into view at his left hip. And on his right hip a scorpion tattoo. “you want this don’t you faggot?” he said sticking his tongue out obscenely and slipping his pants a little further down. His cock was about to pop out. .” Yes. I want it. I don’t want anything more than I want that.”I said “please give me aids.” “I know who you are.”;He said, “my sister and her kids go to your church. I’d love to give you my aids babies. Bring you over to the Darkside. Sacrifice your ass to the dark one.” My cock throb and his words. I drooled at the thought of sacrificing myself to the devil. I had seen videos, especially popper videos, about dark lust and perversion. my gut caught on fire. My ass hole twitched. I knew what I wanted now. And I knew he would give it to me. Or at least I hoped he would give it to me. The light in the room was fading fast as the sun went down. He shoved his pants down a little further and his cock popped out, hanging there and dripping pre-cum. The end of it was pierced.his cock head held a brass ring with a spike the ball on it. ”This will give you what you need faggot” he sneered “get on your knees and worship.” I didn’t need any encouragement. I took a few steps across the room and stood in front of him. He reached up and grabbed my hair pulled my head back spit, in my face. ”Suck my dick faggot” he said and pushed me down to my knees. His cock was right at my mouth. It Glistened with pre-cum. i leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, the ring brushed against my teeth. I tasted the sweet tang of his pre-come, his toxic pre-come. I slid my mouth over the head of his cock. And took it deep into my throat. I felt the spiked ball rubbing against my throat and my tongue. Rubbing it raw. Making openings for his toxic pre-come. He growled at me. “Nice faggot. Nice faggot cock sucker.” I worked his cock up and down slow savoring every bit of it. Putting that ring between my teeth and pulling gently. Tugging at his balls til he moaned in appreciation he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me and talked filthy to me. Suddenly. He grab the back of my head with both hands. And yanked my head back. He pushed me back onto the floor. “Do you like that faggot?” He asked. He was pointing his cock in me “yes I answered I adore your hot fucking poz cock. I want your aids babies up my ass.” I answered. My voice hoarse from the beating his cock had given my throat. Without warning a stream, a full hot stream, of piss shot from the end of his cock. It arced through the air and hit me in the chest. I felt the warmth. Smelled that smell of piss. He twitched his cock in the stream hit my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth. I let his hot piss fill my mouth. I swallowed. Over and over. Trying to keep up. I never knew a guy could piss so much. He went down to my chest again. Covering my torso with His piss. “You’re such a faggot.”He laughed at me. As the stream of pissed subsided. “I have one question for you faggot.” He said. “Are you on prep. Are you taking those drugs to kill my babies?” ”I just stopped prep today,” I said. he stepped over me grab the back of my head and yanked me up by the hair to my knees. He slapped me hard across the face two or three times with this cock. “Then you’re not worthy of my gift faggot” he said. He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a black sharpie marker and pulled my head back. On my left pec he wrote an email address. “Email me in 30 days” he said. “Then we’ll talk about you getting my aids babies. Then we’ll talk about you becoming one of his legion. Right now I have a kid coming over here. I’m going to give him his first toxic load. You can stay and watch if you want.” he grabbed my clothes off the floor and threw them into a stall. He ordered me into the stall and told me to either get dressed and leave or stay and watch him convert an 18-year-old college freshman. he He followed me over to the stall. I wanted to watch some kid give up his clean ass to the hot demon fucker. But I also needed a cock. A I bent over to pick up my clothes the man came up behind me. I felt his hard cock against my ass and I froze. “Just to give you a taste of what is to come,” he sneered and then he spit on my ass, put his cock up against it, and shoved it all the way in with one long stroke. As I caught my breath from his attack, I felt his cock sliding in and out in long strokes hitting my prostate. It was such a bliss. I moaned and pushed back. Suddenly my hole was empty. “30 days faggot”he said “now grab your clothes and get the fuck out of here. See ya in church”

If you have not figured it out yet. I have a thing for BIg Black Cock my first M2M crush was a black guy a year younger than me and he really opened my eyes. I do so wish I would have let him fuck me then our story This is my first time posting anything like this so bear with me if it's not up to par. A little background, this story happened my junior year of college and I was 21 at the time. Im a pretty good looking guy, tall and on the thinner side but I have a masculine frame. I consider myself to be bi but I definitely prefer girls and usually just like a nice dick once in a while. It was finals week of spring semester and of course I had procrastinated studying for my hardest final the next day at 8am so I had been studying all day into the late night taking advantage of my adderall prescription to keep my brain functioning. Besides making my brain go into overdrive, the adderall also tends to make me very horny but unable to get hard. As a result of this when I study I am usually monitoring grindr looking for a possible hookup. I decided to call it quits on studying around midnight and showered, cleaned myself up and got ready to play with my hole until I was tired enough to sleep or find a hookup. I go to a small college in a decently rural area so hookups can be a little challenging to find. After about an hour of playing with myself I got a message on grindr from a blank profile. I opened the convo to two images of a giant BBC, probably 9.5 inches, THICK, and uncut. yum. i responded with pics of my own and discovered that the guy we'll call john lived right down the street from my apartment and he wanted some ass. I agreed to meet him by his house and got myself dressed and grabbed my lube. We met at a gas station for him to buy blunt wraps and walked to his place. I am about 6'3 and he must've been only 5'6 or 5'7 but I was only concerned with what was in his pants. We got to his house and smoked and talked for a little until I decided I am stoned enough and ready to get to action. I move to my knees infront of him while he sits on the couch and begins to take out his cock. This thing was HUGE. it was perfect, just what i was craving. I took it in my hands and admired it before going to work with my mouth, licking all 9 inches, sucking, stroking and trying my best to deep throat his monster. After about 15 minutes he undresses me and leads me to his bed, has me lay doggystyle and before I know it his tongue is in my ass. I had never had my ass eaten before and wow it was amazing. was in pure bliss with my head in his pillows while he worked me with his tongue and fingers. I came back to my senses when I felt a hard pressure on my hole. I did my best relax and let his BBC work its way inside me. Even with the preparation his cock filled me like I had never been filled before. He eased it into me and let my hole loosen for him. Once I was adjusted he started thrusting slowly and gradually picked up pace. I had never taken a cock this big and the feeling of being pounded by a 9 inch BBC mixed with my desire to be used created a feeling 'd never felt before. He pounded away as I slipped into a trance and let him use me as he wanted. he pushed my stomach flat on the bed and started commanding me to tell him my ass is his and I'm his little bitch. I couldn't control myself anymore. The pleasure was coursing through my whole body and I completely gave in to his cock and dominance. The pleasure was so much so a lot of the details are blurry as I laid there getting the best dick of my life. He fucked me hard for what had to have been an hour. I have never felt my ass so loose and eager to take dick. He asked if I wanted him to cum to which i said yes (regret that now, should've let him do whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted). he started fucking me harder and deeper as i buried my face in the pillows so his roommates didn't hear me until I felt his cock pulsating in my hole. he pulled out and left me laying in my own sweat and juices for a minute until i got up, gave his cock one last suck and got dressed to leave. We said our goodbyes and i walked home at 3am with juices dripping down my pant legs. I decided not to sleep as i had a final in 5 hours so i jerked off and replayed what had just happened over and over in my mind. I didn't do too well on my final but I can still remember how his cock felt in my ass to this day. We met again once more before he graduated and moved and I haven't heard from him since.

This is my first attempt be kind Daniel was 32 and had been working in graphic design since he left university ten years earlier. Although he enjoyed his job it left him unfulfilled, so he had retrained in his free time to become a massage therapist. He loved to meet new people and, he could not deny, the skin to skin contact often gave him a thrill. If a client was his type and seemed open to possibilities then sometimes the massage would over run into unpaid time. Daniel advertised his services online. His website had a booking system that enabled the client to choose a slot from a calendar. This gave Daniell control of his diary and cut out people requesting times when he was a work or in the gym. He only ever had one slot per day. As much as he loved his jobs, after a full day in the studio plus a private massage client he was usually beat. It was Thursday afternoon and his phone vibrated in his pocket. An alert from his webpage. He had a client tonight. He smiled: a twinkle in his eye. Oh good, thought Daniel. It’s Stephen. He’s a cute guy alright. I wonder... Daniel was brought out of his revere by Caroline talking to him. “Sorry, what did you say Caroline?” Then the moment was gone. Daniel pulled up outside of Stephens home. He unloaded the table and bag of oils: All he needed for the session. Stephen opened the door before Daniel had even reached for the buzzer. Good sign mused Daniel. “Hello again! I guess you are ready for me.” His smile was open and cheeky. “Hi Daniel. Yes I’m ready. Good to see you again. I’ll leave you to get the room ready.” Stephen had already done most of the preparation. The curtains were closed the light was low and he had switched on some calming music. The heating was on and the room was already quite warm. Five minutes later Stephen laid face down on the massage table, his head in the hole at one end. He had kept on his briefs as before and Daniel had covered him with a large towel. Daniel began at the shoulders, then the neck, then back to the shoulders, back to the neck, then the upper back. After about 30 minutes he slide the towel down and tucked it into Stephen’s briefs, pulling them down a few inches in the process. Daniel admired Stephen’s back. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it ticked all the boxes for Daniel. Over the next half hour Daniel worked over Stephen’s arms legs and feet. Daniel had admired Stephen’s legs and feet during his last visit. He hadn’t massaged them so much as worshiped hem. It made him hornier than ever. The legs were shapely and strong as were his feet. Daniel just could not help but linger on Stephen’s feet slowly rubbing the oil into the skin, leaving no area untouched. Eventually he moved back to Stephen’s torso. “The knots in your back are quite bad. You are struggling to relax.” Said Daniel “Yes, sorry.” “No need to apologise. What can I do, do you think?” As Daniel asked he was massaging the top of Stephen’s buttocks and slowly edging the elastic further and further down his body. “There are some parts of your body that I can massage that I don’t charge for you know.” Stephen’s eyes shot open and he lifted his head. He suddenly realised what Daniel was alluding to. “I. Um. I. Err. Err.” Daniel smiled. “Don’t worry. I know you will enjoy it.” Daniel was right in his assessment of Stephen. Stephen was gay but what he did not know was that Stephen had only been fucked once by an inexperienced classmate years earlier. Stephen was not expecting this to happen and he hadn’t even clocked Daniel as being gay. He didn’t know what to do. He dropped his head back into the hole on the table and waited for fate to play out. “Gotcha.” Thought Daniel and with that he lifted the towel away revealing Stephen’s cotton covered arse and the top of his strong sexy legs which Daniel caressed as he eased the underwear down and over the feet. Daniels cock that had been half hard, since the massage started, began to stiffen further. He pulled his white t-shirt over his head and dropped his white sweat pants and underwear in one go. He stood there naked, his cock bobbing in it’s new found freedom, admiring the body before him. “God I love this job.” Thought Daniel. Daniel jumped up on to the table straddling Stephen’s legs and began to kneed Stephen’s arse cheeks, sliding his finger tips into the crease between. The oil eased the way and when he finally made contact with his hole Stephen took in a gasp of air. “Relax. It just gets better.” daniel moved his knees between Stephen’s, pushing his legs open and allowing the air to his goal. He lent down and blew onto Stephen’s hole. It clenched and Daniel smiled. He moved in and touched the hole with his tongue. The soft moist pink flesh was sensitive and Stephen groaned without control. Daniel worked his hole with tongue and fingers for about 15 minutes, the stubble on his chin prickling the soft flesh around Stephen’s hole and sending him into a sexual delirium he had never known before. “How are you feeling?” Asked Daniel. He knew the answer but he just wanted to reconnect to Stephan, who had drifted into a world of his own. A world of pure sexual pleasure: Pleasure given by Daniel, a virtual stranger to Stephan, and Daniel wanted to make sure that Stephen was connecting the pleasure to his actions not what ever may be going on in his head. “Okay I think we need a bit of help for the next bit.” Daniel hopped off the massage table and pulled a small brown bottle out of his bag. He cracked the lid open. Wiped the top of the bottle and shoved under Stephen’s nose. “Breathe in. One nostril at a time. Big breaths. Hold it in. It’ll make you feel even more relaxed. The effect is short lived. Less than a minute.” Stephen did as instructed and felt the heat rush over him. It was odd but not horrible so he did it again. Daniel took the bottle and did the same. They were both flying and hornier than ever. Then gave it back to Stephen with instructions to use as he saw fit. He put some massage oil on his cock and climbed back onto the table. “Take a deep breath”. As Stephen exhaled the poppers Daniel pushed into Stephen’s hole. “Oh your cunt is tight. Nice.” Stephen wanted to clamp shut but the poppers helped to stop that. “Push out.” Ordered Daniel, his voice sounding huskier and urgent. As Stephen pushed out Daniel slid in right to the balls. “Oh fuck yeah. Sooo good. You okay?” Stephen was on overload. His brain was rushing on the poppers and his hole felt full and he just needed more of everything. Daniel took the silence as his cue to start fucking. His hard cock slid out and back in over and over like they had been conjoined like this all their lives. Seconds spiralled into minutes and any sense of time was lost. Sweat was forming on Stephen’s back and he felt the droplets that slide from Daniels hair pooling in the small of his back. Rivulets ran between his arse cheeks mixing with the massage oil, re-lubing his arse and splattering as Daniel’s pelvis slapped against Stephen’s sexy body. “Feels. So. Good... Oh. My. God... Yes... Don’t. Stop...” Stephen grunted out each word as Daniel massaged his body: His hands on his back and shoulders, squeezing, gripping and pushing. His cock poking the top of Stephen’s chute and dragging and moulding the velvety lining of his newly forming cunt. “Let’s shift position. On to your back... I want to look you in the eyes.” Daniel flipped Stephen over, added more massage oil to his cock and plunged swiftly back in. Sweat dripped of Daniel onto Stephen’s hard cock as he stroked himself. He looked down towards Daniels thrusting groin and there between his legs that rested on Daniel’s shoulders was the tattoo. A small black biohazard tattoo. Despite his sexual innocence he knew what that meant on a gay man. “Oh fuck.” Thought Stephen. “What is he doing to me? What have I let happen?” As Stephen’s eyes left Daniel’s and roamed down his body Daniel knew he was going to see his tattoo and know his status. That was the deal-clincher for Daniel. Stopping his orgasm now would be impossible. Volley after volley of cum shot from his cock, splattering the lining of Stephen’s cunt. Daniel grinned. “Your cunt is fantastic. So hot. So sexy.”

I don't know if this belongs here. Today I'm a chaser, but in the 60s, I was bisexual, then I went into the military and shipped off to Vietnam. When I came back, the world had changed; we have the sexual revolution going on free love Stone Wall had happened. They released from the hospital, I started to hang out in the West Village and was shock at how many were on the street and the bars where everyone was cruising for sex as the bathrooms always packed with people sucking dick or getting fuck. The best place to hang was at the Ram Rod bar on Christopher Street & West Street. Across the street with the pier abandoned where you could get on your knees, suck a dick or get fucked in the ass in the dark areas. The Police would come by at first, but there were too many of us as on a summer night on the weekends, there would be thousands of us hanging out looking to hook up. By 1973 I was down there every weekend even in the winter I was there. One night I met Harry, and he changed my life as the bar was so packed you could not move, so Harry said, let's go back to his place, which was a few blocks away. Harry's place was very different from the walls, all-black rubber sheets on the bed, and rings on the headboard and side of the bed. He asks if I ever did poppers, I say no and tells me to get naked. Harry hands me the bottle, and for me to inhale and hold it, do it again, and again. I was flying as he pushed me down to the bed then told me to suck his dick as he puts cuffs on my wrists, ankles, and for me to get on my stomach. Harry puts a leather pillow under my stomach, then takes some rope to the cuffs then ties it to the rings on the headboard and side, so my legs are now spread eagle with my ass exposed. For the first time, I'm getting my hole rimmed; he is driving me nuts as he says keep hitting the poppers. Harry is spitting on my ass hole and working his fingers into me before he fucks me. That night Harry gave me so many loads I lost count. It was also the first time I suck a dick after a load into my ass. I know cum was leaking out of my ass, leaving a stain on my pants, but it felt so good, but on the subway home, I ran into some asshole that to start a fight, I told them to leave me, and they stated Gay-bashing me. After the first one hit me my Military training kick in and I took the 3 of them apart, the next stop was not my stop, but I want to get away ASAP and took a cab the rest of the way home.

I've recently started to get gangbanged , I've had loads of threesomes. Recently I've started meeting an older guy who has his own house , he likes to watch bottoms get used , he has a set of rules though Only 1 bottom Bareback only Extreme sex i.e huge toys and watersports, rough , no lube First 1 he organised for me was for himself and 3 guys, he contacted me the following day to return for another with 6 guys.

Love to slam my wasting away bod. I want the second uncurable strain. No meds just slam and lots of AIDS!

That’s what I need to happen once all the isolation and social distancing is over, a line of daddy dicks that need a hole to use to get off in after months of edging.

Dillon went to work, his hole was leaking some after taking two loads and once inside he went to the bathroom and looked at his ass in the mirror to make sure he did not have a wet spot and he sat on the toilet and let the cum out. After the first gush of cum he dribbled cum for a minute and then whipped his ass and it was tender. He licked his finger and slide it in his hole and then brought it to his mouth and tasted the guys cum. He had really wanted to taste cum so bad this morning so he fingered his ass a few more times and tasted that hot masculine mans cum. His dick started to get hard again and he had to jack off thinking about him. When he came it shot almost to the stall door and landed on the floor in huge globs, He quickly whipped it up just as a co-worker came in. Dillon felt relieved , he got to taste cum and he got to cum again. He felt like he get some work done and all. He heard his phone and it was an email. Dillon looked and the guy from the glory hole hit him up to confirm today. Dillon sent back an email yes I will be there, I need to taste your cum! Then Dillon saw an email from the guy from this morning. Boy, your tongue and mouth on my ass was amazing. You have a great pussy too, looking forward to teaching you hot to be a real cock sucker but until then you can eat my hole as much as you want. Dillon did not respond although he was getting hard again. He tried to work on his project but he seemed to only be able to think about sucking some cock tonight and swallowing their loads. he hopped that guy from last week was there too. He turned off his phone and got to work on his project and by 2 PM he had made a dent in it but turned his phone on and the ding of an email so he quickly looked and there was a email from glory hole. He got worried the guy was cancelling but instead the email read. Hey Cock Sucker, instead of stall three go to stall one. It works the same way and once you see me tap my foot pull off the toilet paper dispenser and get on your knees. Confirm you have this and you will have your fag mouth there at 4PM. Dillon sent an email saying Yes! Dillon could not concentrate and tried to work but had to got the bathroom at 2:30 and touch his hole and jack off. He had never really liked his hole being touched, he had a girlfriend in college that went there and he stopped her. Now it was like electric, still sore but it made his dick even harder. Dillon jacked and soon slipped a finger in his hole and shot all over and this time he hit the door of the stall. Dillon cleaned it up and went back to his desk and saw it was almost 3:00. He decided to work another 30 minutes and then head to the building. He arrived at 3:50 and he waited in the car. He tried to listen to music but all he could think about was sucking dick. He played with his dick and then at 3:59 he walked to the door and went in and headed to stall one. He sat down and his dick was hard as a rock, he pulled it from under the fabric and jacked it while he rubbed his hole and then he hard the door. Stall number two opened and a foot tapped, once, twice and then three times. Dillon pulled up the toilet dispenser and a dick pushed through. It was not the guy from the email nor the other guy but someone new. The dick was really big and thick, dark brown and uncut. Dillon got on his knees and started to suck that big brown dick and licked and tongue the foreskin and the guy moaned, Dillon worked more and more and then pushed back the skin and sucked and licked all over the head and tasted all the guys precum. The guy was leaking big time. Then Dillon sucked and tried to take it all, it was so thick and the guy just moaned and said good fag, that is fag boy. Dillon heard the door and stopped sucking for a minute and and tried to see through the crack in the stall. He could not see anyone. Then he heard something move on the other wall of the stall and a dick slide thought. That was the first guy he sucked, He jacked the big brown dick and leaned over and sucked this guys dick while he jacked the big uncut dick. Dillon was in heaven and he would switch back and fourth and then the Dark Dicked guy spoke. Fag, put your ass up to the hole I want to lick it while you suck dick. Dillon had noticed that the hole on this booth was bigger and he wondered if that is why he was told to move her or if it was because he could suck two dick in this one. The big dark uncut dick pilled out out and Dillon put his ass up the thole and spread his checks and felt a wet tongue lick his hole and he moaned. The guy knew how to tongue a hole and soon was eating Dillon's hole making Dillon leak and suck hard on the other guys dick and then the Latin guy, the accent gave it away said really load. This fucking Fag has cum in his ass. Dillon was busy sucking cock but he was totally ashamed and pissed he let that guy cum inside him but his dick was still rock hard and dripping and then the Latin guy dove in and ate him for two more minutes, spit on Dillon's hole three times and then stood up and pressed his dick up against Dillon's wet hole. Dillon knew he should pull away but the dick slide slowly and somewhat painfully inside his still tight little ass and the guy said Baby, your fag pussy is so tight. Relax your little slut pussy so Papi does not cum to fast. The dick on the other side pulled out and slide some poppers in the hole and gave them to Dillon. The guy had a ring on his left ring finger so he was married. Dillon hit the poppers and his hole opened up and the Latin guy said again slut, Dillon did it again and then the guy fucked him hard for ten minutes and shot his load deep in Dillon. The guys said fucking stay right there you dirty whore and take all Papi's cum. The guy slowly slide out after another two minutes of slow fucking and then whipped his dick off and said, thanks fag, and walked out. Dillon had his hole right against the wall when he heard the door again and the guy he was sucking said slut stay right where you are and do not move. Someone entered and then Dillon felt a finger and then two. The guy said good whore pussy, then pressed his dick up against Dillon's hole and slide inside and slowly fucked him while he moaned and after five minutes he shot his load in Dillon. The guy he was sucking told Dillon to stay put while the guy who had just shot in him did not say a work and walked out. The door again and then he hard two guys in the booth, or he thought it was two. He felt a tongue on his hole and the guy eat his cum filled ass and then stood up and slide his big long dick inside Dillon. The guy had to be 9" but not supper thick and he kept hitting Dillon deep and Dillon loved that dick in his wet hole. It was the hottest dick so far inside him as to how it was making him feel deep inside. The guy fucked him for five minutes and pulled out and then he felt another tongue on his hole and this guy ate his hole for a few minutes and got up and slide in. His dick was a bit thicker and not as long but still felt amazing in his hole. They switched off and on like this for another ten to fifteen minutes and the the thicker of the two shot his load deep and then the long amazing dick fucked Dillon for another five minutes and came hard and they both got dressed and left. Stay right there the guy he had been sucking said as he moved to booth two. He just slide right in in one motion and fucked his hole and said nothing but pounded away. Then the door and Dillon watched the hole and this fat 7'5 inch dick presented itself. It was soft and the guy had ginger hair with some gray hair mixed in with his red hair. Dillon knew the guy had to be older but he had yet to taste any cum and he grabbed the soft dick and started to suck on it, The guy was leaking but did not seem to want to get hard but after five minutes of sucking Dillon felt his dick starting to harden and soon it was a this fat beer can dick and Dillon sucked and licked all over it and the guy started to cum and Dillon sucked and swallowed all his load. The guy came a lot and Dillon loved it and while hew as cleaning up the last of the guys cum the first guy he ever was with shot his load deep inside Dillon's ass and then pulled out and zipped up and left and the guy he had just sucked pressed his dick back through and it was now soft again and Dillon sucked it and in no time it was rock hard again and he did not last long and shot another load even bigger then before. The guy pulled his dick away and closed the hole and disappeared without a word. Dillon sat on the toilet ready to jack off but thought maybe someone else would enter but after ten minutes he shot his wad and left with the cums till inside him.

Turns out the lockdown was too much for me and my girlfriend to cope with, so after 5 years of being stuck in a closed straight relationship, I'm desperate to get fucked up with other guys again. Total vers here. Who wants to hook up once this lockdown is over?

A few months later, Joey shows up at our door looking like shit as he is homeless as his parents found out he was Poz and going to bathhouses and book stores. He tried hustling, but all he would do is get fuck beaten up and left on the side of the road. Joey is not on meds and has a high VL as Mr. Benson says that is good as there are chasers looking. We take Joey in his weight, as his weight went from 125 to 110, so he will look great as they will think he is full-blown AIDS. We have our first date, and Joey is excited to be doing this as he has always bottomed. The one we are going to breed is in his late 20s with a swimmers build. When I pull out the points, he says he does not use drugs, but after a talk to this, the chaser agrees to a small slam. Joey is laughing as we see the flash of blood, its not a little slam but a heavy one as he is gasping for air and thinks he is dying. Joey buries his face into the chaser hole, sticking his finger in with his sharpen nail as I inject Caverject into my dick as I want to be as hard as I can. Joey looks at me and says he is ready so I see his hole is bleeding I jam my dick balls deep like you rape some as he is in pain and bucking like he is trying to get me off. Still, nothing is going to stop me as the more I fuck him, the chaser stops to get me off and realize what the chaser is here for as he wants me to cum in his bloody hole and POZ him. Joey is just like me as I stick my dick in his mouth to get it cleaned off as, by the time I'm ready to give him the second load, he is begging for us to fuck him. Mr.Benson takes both to a tattoo parlor to get us a few Poz Tats. It's in a down run area we go into the basement of an abandoned building, the artist is covered in tattoos, as we take off out clothes he says the to Mr.Benson you sure you want to mark up these two faggots with Poz., tattoos go right ahead with what we talked about yesterday. We are both getting a scorpion in the middle of the back, the letters POZ right the crack of our ass, and HIV right by our dick. When he is finished, Mr. Benson says for us to pay him, so I go down on my knees, taking his pierced dick into my mouth as Joey is kissing him. When he is good and ready, he takes Joey and fucks him, after his load, I'm still on my knees to clean his dick. When he is finished, he says to Mr.Benson both of your boys have man cunts. I think I will end this hear unless you want me to go on or write another. Story.

From what I saw of interviews with Joe Biden it’s my impression that he’s suffering from mental decline. I don’t think he stands a chance when it comes to debates. Just watch a video of him in the Obama days compared to this year - it’s night and day and not in a good way. I think the dems are going to have to find a new candidate now before it comes too apparent.

When Dillon got back he realized that he had responses from everyone but they were in his spam folder. He quickly responded to them and tried to make sure he got them all answered before his Girl got home. Glory Hole Guy - Boy that was a good start but I think you can do better. I am gonna give you another shot, be back at the bathroom at 4 PM and not a minute earlier and got to your stall and wait. Got it? Dillon responded - Yes, I will be there. I know I can do better. Dillon responded to the Hung Straight guy who was packing 9" and said Dillon must eat his ass, lick and suck his balls and deep throat his dick. (Dillon had never eaten a guys ass but he was so horny for sucking dick he thought WTF I will give it a shot). Dillon - Expert cock sucker who wants to suck and service your big dick, lick and suck your balls and eat your ass. I can not host but can travel and need to service you in the worst way. (Dillon could not believe he was typing those words) Dillon shot off an email to the BBC. Dillon needed to know what black cum taste like, he had watched plenty huge black guys shoot huge loads up a pussy in porn and he had to see if they taste different. Dillon - I love your BBC, cock sucker at your service and ready to suck and swallow your big dick, edge you and make you build up a huge load for me to swallow. Finally shot one of the to Hung Married guy who wanted him Blindfolded, he originally thought that was out of the question but it was not much different then sucking that guy off at the GH that he had not seen. Dillon - Hey guy, I def want to suck that big dick and swallow your load for you. I can not host since I have a GF and it seems you can not either. Know anyplace we can go so I can give you the relief you need? Dillon had just finished when his girl got home and came bay and kissed him. He had just shut down both email accounts and started working on a project for work as she came up to the computer. She kissed him and said she was gonna take a shower and he should order the food. Can you get Chinese tonight, Dillon hated that shit but thought it was the least he could do since he felt guilty sucking off two guys today. He ordered and they delivered and had a nice dinner. His and him watched some TV and after an two shows his Girl said she was gonna call her mom and sister and would be in the bedroom. Dillon said, I am gonna work on my project and try to get a head start on it. Text me when you are ready for bed. She kissed him and headed off the bedroom. Dillon rushed to the computer to see what responses he got if any. This time he was checking both his regular and spam folder and there were messages. Bingo he thought. First one was from the hot guy who wanted this ass eaten. Boy, you need to come to this address at 7 AM in the morning. Make sure you are ready to serve and you can access your email on your phone, I will be able to see you when you come to 3456 Turo street and stand by the fire hydrant. I will send you my address when I see you are ready to be a cock sucking whore standing on the street like a hustler. (fuck Dillon thought, this guy is hot) Dillon - I will be there, I will be wearing a Red Shirt and blue jeans. Hot guy must have been on because he responded saying Do not fucking take your dick out, if I see your dick I will beat the shit out of you. Got it. Dillon - I will not, I understand. See you at 7 AM. Dillon was not rock hard and ready to suck that guys dick. There was a response from the black guy. He wrote fucking love white whores who need BBC. You do need my BBC don't you whore. When are you free to come to the west side of town and be my wet mouth to fuck? (Dillon was not sure when his Girl was going to be working again late so he waited to respond) The hot white guy who wanted Dillon to eat his ass must have sent the other email as an after thought. Make sure you are wearing a jock, although your dick can not ever be exposed if you are not an expert cock sucker I may need to eat your hole and pretend it is a hot chicks pussy. I have the feeling you may not be the cock sucker you think you are. Dillon - I will wear it but I promise you will not need to eat my ass to get off. ( Dillon thought about it and wondered what that would feel like) The hot guy responded, good to know you think so but you will need to let me be the judge of that, Just get here at 7, my wife leaves at 6:30 each day, I will shower and be ready for you cock whore. Dillon - I am so ready, I will be there. With that Dillon shut down his laptop and headed off to bed, he was really horned up and fucked his girlfriend and french kissed her with the same mouth that had been on two men's cocks that very same day. He came hard inside his women and they held each other while he kept thinking about his hot guy he would soon be sucking off. Ready to have his mouth on that big dick. Dillon dozed off just after setting the alarm for 6 AM and when he woke he showered and grabbed his red shirt, jeans, loafers and grabbed the Jock and slipped it on and got dressed. He leaned down and kissed his girl and said he had to get to the office early and bolted out the door. He drove across town to Turo street and parked and walked to the corner fire hydrant and looked at his watch and it was 6:55 and he kept looking at his phone checking and rechecking his phone. Finally an email came in and it read 4578 Turo, come to the back door and let yourself in, there is a sock on the door so you will know you are at the right door. Dillon went walking and got to the door and opened it and stepped in and it was really dark He could not see anything, he hard the voice. Whore, drop your pants and loose the shoes. Dillon hesitated and the guy slapped his head and said, boy you need to listen to me or leave right now. Dillon started to unfasten his belt while he kicked off his shoes and then unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them and pushed them down and stepped out of them. Fucking whore that took way too long, Dillon felt two hands on his shoulders and he was told to walk. He took ten big steps and then the voice said stop. He felt his right arm being pulled to his back and then his left and they were zip tied and then the guy grabbed his shoulders and turned him to the right and his body was pushed forward and his chest fell on some cushion. He tried to figure it out, it was not sofa since it was much higher but that is what it felt like. Then he felt his ass being touched and he could feel this guys breath on his hole and slowly his ass checks were pulled apart and then wet. Oh fuck he thought, that feels so amazing. Dillon began to moan. The guy kept licking and sucking that little hole and then stopped. He pushed Dillon's legs apart and then sent back to eating his hole. The guy stopped and pulled Dillon, disappointed he thought he was going to be able to finally suck this guys cock but to his surprise the guy slid a ball gag into his mouth and fasted it and he again turned him and made him walk five more feet to a bathroom, a dimmer switch was put on and he could see the shower, toilet and sink. The guy lubed up his finger and slide it in Dillon and Dillon protested through the gall gag. Then a metal cold object slid in and the water was turned on and Dillon felt full. More full and then the metal was slowly pulled out and the guy said hold it there boy. Dillon did but after five minutes he had to let the water out. He Dillon shot all the liquid and shit into the shower and the guy slide the metal up his hole and did it again and Dillon held it and shot out all the water this time. The guy whipped his ass off and hole and turned him again and walked him back to the same spot and bend him over and began to really eat his hole and tongue fuck it. Dillon moaned and then that fucking lubed finger was slid in and he was finger fucked and then two. Dillon was really getting pissed, fucking hell he thought I am not gay. He was trying to figure out a way to get out of this hell when the guy stood up and rubbed his big dick on Dillon's hole and Dillon thought no fucking way he is gonna fuck me not in this life. The guy slide a bottle under his nose and he said inhale while the guy held the other side and he made him do that four times each side and as the guy put the cap back on it he slowly pressed his dick against that virgin hole and he could hear Dillon scream and wrestle to get off the bench but the guy was too big and strong and slowly that huge dick broke though and sank into Dillon all nine inches of it. The guy whispered in Dillon's ear "boy, you have one slut pussy on you." He began to slow fuck Dillon and with as tight as Dillon's virgin ass was he only lasted ten minutes before he shot his load in the boy. The guy slowly pulled out and said, boy are you ready to suck my dick now? Dillon swore and told him to fuck off but none of it was audible. Boy, I asked you a question. He pulled him up and held the back of his head and said shake your head once if you want me to fuck you again right now and cum in your ass or do you want to suck my dick? Dillon was confused but his masculine rapist who had just taken his ass without permission said, boy if you shake your head no to the next question I will fuck that ass again and cum in it right now. Do you want to suck my dick now., Dillon did not hesitate and shook his head yes. Dillon thought if he would just suck this guys dick he would be able to get out of here and never do anything like it again. The guy with the huge dick said good boy, now I am going to unfasten your ball gag. If you scream I am going to give you a liver punch and do some real damage you hear. Shake your head if you understand and Dillon shook his head yes. The guy unfastened the ball gag and then told Dillon to get on his hands and knees and he pulled a chair out and sat on it right in front of Dillon. Then he grabbed his head and lowered it down and told Dillon to open his mouth and Dillon felt that cummy dick on his tongue. Dillon started to suck and lick that big dick and swallow his own ass juices and all that mans cum and soon the guy dick was clean and Dillon was sucking hard and as deep as he could and the guy pressed his head down and Dillon was force to throat the guy. Fuck Dillon thought this guy is gonna kill me I can not fucking breath. The guy let Dillon up and Dillon coughed and tried to inhale. The guy put the poppers up to his nose and made him breath in again and soon Dillon was high as fuck. He got really close to his ear and he said boy, you see now why I had to fuck you. You lied and said you were an expert cock sucker, you will be coming for weeks before you can gain that title. Now get the fuck back down on my big dick. He grabbed Dillon and slide his cock deep down Dillon's throat and slowly fucked him as Dillon tired to breath. Each time Dillon was able to keep that dick down his throat longer and after eight deep throats and a break in between to do poppers and breath the guy pulled him off and told Dillon the lick his balls and eat his hair ass. Dillon worked his balls and sucked on them and worked his way down to his hairy hole and licked and ate as the guy spread and lifted his legs letting Dillon get in deep and the guy encouraged him. Fuck that is it boy, finally found something you are a natural at. It totally centered Dillon and made him eat and tongue like crazy and after ten minutes the guy said okay boy. You got me worked up and now I need you to show me what you have learned, if you can without my help fuck your throat with my dick I will let you blow me till I cum and leave. If not I will take your ass again. Do you understand, Dillon agreed and said he understood. Dillon opened his mouth and took a big breath and then sucked his way down but could not get the last two inches even when he used his neck muscles to press down and after five minutes he had to come up for air. While he was catching his breath the ball gag went back in and it was strapped on and he thought fuck, here we go again. The guy pushed him forward and fingered his hole, one finger all the way in and then two and finally three and twisted them around and finally pressed his cock up against the hole and told Dillon to push back. Dillon just stayed right in place and then a hard smack on his ass. The guy left a red mark and then another slap and he said boy until you fuck yourself on my dick I am gonna beat your ass. Dillon pressed back and although the pain was intense he finally got the dick to slide into him and he slowly fucked himself on the dick taking a little more each time and soon he was starting to like it. Dillon thought, fuck how could he like a dick in his ass. He knew he was not gay and loved pussy. The guy grabbed the ball gag and loosened it and and let it fall out of Dillon's mouth. His rapist grabbed his hips and fucked him hard and soon he was panting while Dillon was moaning and making whimpering sounds and a minute before the guy shot, Dillon came in his jock. The guy fucked away and said boy you have a fag pussy on your, you just came. Your hole tightened right up and you are gonna make be blow my second load in you. The guy shoved his dick in deep and came hard. The guy slowly pulled out and told Dillon to stand. He did and the guy walked him back to his cloths and told him he needed to be back at 7 Am on Friday that is the next day she is heading to work early. I have a copy of your license so know where you live and will come to your place if you are not here and share what you have been doing with your girlfriend. Understand pussy boy? You need practice until you learn how to suck dick like a true whore. Then he grabbed a knife and cut the zip tie and told him to get dressed and leave the way he came in. The guy seemed to have disappeared. It was still dark but he go this jeans on but put his shirt inside out and had not noticed till he got to the car and took it off and turned it inside out and drove to work.

As a bottom, I can understand some situations in which I'd need to tap out; however, those are few and far between, and usually involve issues other than just sex. (Like when I had stomach valve surgery: no sexy times for about four months, and the first time after that? Nope.) But I cannot understand why someone would say "I want to be whored out" without understanding what it means and making sure they're up to it. There is a lot of work the tops put in to coordinate the situation, and if the bottom flakes or winds up unable to handle it, there's a lot of disappointment on the part of the participants, and it could negatively impact the coordinating top's reputation in the community. "Oh yeah ... you're the one who set up the last bust or two, yeah? Thanks but no thanks." To my mind, if you're a bottom for a single top or a gangbang / whoring festivity, you have to be ready to put your ass where your mouth is ... as it were. If you ask for it, you'd damn well better be able to take it.

Woke I awoke Saturday morning with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Travis sleeping soundly by my side, and the clouds in my mind cleared quickly: My ass was sore. This man, who’s not my husband, fucked me last night. Bare. To completion. And he’s HIV+. Fuck--what have I done, I thought. I began to sweat, as the gravity of my fuckup hit me. And then my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I rolled over to look and saw it was my husband Brad calling. “Hey baby!” I answered with a somewhat hoarse tone. “Hah – hey lover” he said, “you sound rough. How was your night on the town with our boys?” “Oh, it was pretty fun I guess,” I responded half-heartedly. “Not too eventful.” And then I felt my jock strap snapped from behind and Travis’s hands on my ass. I clinched my gluten as an attempt to indicate the touch wasn't welcome. He inched his naked body closer to mine anyway. I’d awoken the big dicked, skinny stranger with this phone call, and it was apparent he wasn’t going to make chatting with Brad easy. Travis parted my ass cheeks with his hands as I tried to ignore him and pay attention to Brad, and then Travis inserted his first finger. As he began his single finger fuck of my tight hole, the fact that his poz spunk was still buried in me was on the forefront of my mind. And then a second finger slid in alongside the first. I grimaced. And then a third finger made its way inside me. In any other situation I would have yelped in pain, but I remained silent for Brad. “What you up to today?” Brad asked, as Travis began assaulting my fuck chute with his callused fingers. He worked my hole, shoving his digits in and out, twisting them with each entry. Occasionally I felt his finger nails scraping against my tender anus wall. It was all I could do not to make an audible response to the act. And yet, my dick began to harden. “Not totally sure. Probably just laying low. How about you –- are the meetings going well?” I asked as I felt Travis’s whiskers on my neck, kissing me, sucking on my jugular. I would certainly have a hickey from this. I lost track of the conversation as I was focused on not reacting to the man molesting me from behind. As Brad began going over the list of colleagues who were getting on his nerves, Travis withdrew his fingers. I then felt his dick being guided up and down my ass crack, leaving a slimy trail of precum. “Fuck no, surely he’s not gonna try to fuck me now?” I thought to myself as I tried to move away toward the edge of the bed. But as Brad continued the monologue against his coworkers, the tip of Travis’s monster cock found my hole. Travis’s arm wrapped around me to hold me close, and I had no option but to grit my teeth and accept the entry of his big dick. Travis wasn’t in the moment for romance or to be gentle: he wanted to mark his bitch. He wanted me to get caught. He wanted to claim me as his own. He wanted to emasculate Brad. He slammed his mostly dry cock deep in me. I winced and fought the urge to scream. It hurt like hell. He withdrew most of his shaft from me and then thrust forward into my body again. And again. And again. Brad then started talking about recent discussions with his family about summer vacation plans. I was successfully masking the intrusion into our marriage by remaining quiet, with occasional banter to keep the conversation going (things like “oh wow,” and “that’s great”). Travis pulled my hair as his fuck pace increased. He wanted to cum in me before Brad hung up the phone. I instinctively ground my ass backwards into him, enabling his dick to go deeper and deeper inside me. My own dick was now throbbing and was leaking precum onto our sheets. Brad took hold of my cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his pounding of my hole. My breath was becoming short. Travis was close. I was getting close. Travis picked up his pace. Brad began to wonder about the change in my breathing. “Everything ok there?” “Yeah” I said, thinking quickly and seeing the dog bed in the corner, “Molly and I are playing tug of war with her chewey. Sorry lover, go on.” Brad continued speaking, until finally Travis slammed his body into mine and let out a guttural sound. “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.” Another batch of his poz dna had been injected deep inside me. “Oh fuck” I said, and then recovered “Brad, I gotta take Molly out now. Can I call you back later babe?” “ummm – ok? Sure. " He said, unsure of what was happening on my end of the phone. " Have a great day lover and call me back later!” Brad said as we ended the call. With his dick still pulsing out poison sperm into my ass, Travis jerked my dick until I began spurting my neg cum onto the sheets. “Your pussy of a husband will never fuck you again, slut. Mark my words, slut. You’re mine.”

Part 3: Three Generations I remember the first time I met Ricky. I was only a few months into eighteen and overwhelmed with the freedom of being able to drive and it didn’t take long before I started meeting guys on bbrt and A4A. Having lost my virginity not too long ago and greatly inexperienced, I was at first reluctant to meet many men online. I guess I was a good high school boy. I did, however, exclusively fuck raw. I knew of the dangers, which were beaten into me in sex ed, but from the moment I touched my first cock, I knew. Was I scared of getting HIV and diseases? Of course, but over time I realized what I loved so much about bareback sex and getting creamed: my hole was made to pleasure a man’s dick, and soon my hole became my identity. When a guy knocks me up, I feel alive, the same way being in love makes other people feel alive. In that moment, he was fucking my hole, which gave him pleasure he couldn’t get from his hand, boyfriend, wife, whatever. When a guy seeds me, he marks me – it’s only natural. The more cum I received in my cunt, the more I became addicted to sex. I soon realized the intimacy I felt when creamed wasn’t because of the connection it consummated between me and the horny guy who’s getting his rocks off. It’s the connection between man and hole. It wasn’t long before I discovered the bathhouses. I would always get fucked there for two hours or so but run out of stamina. It was then when I met Ricky in the steam room, and he knew I had potential from the moment he laid eyes on me. He promised me if I went home with him and a few of his buddies, he’d show me a more fun time than I would even have at the baths. There was no talk or debate over who would take my ass next. I was free for the taking, and everyone knew they would get their turn sooner or later, even seconds if they paid Ricky another five bucks. A skinny old man, must’ve been around 60 years old, lined up to my ass. He might have been a stud at some point, but he certainly was no longer. He had what could have been a handsome face, but with his thinning gray hair, heavy mustache, light beard, and rotting teeth, you could tell crystal meth and AIDS had gotten the better of him. Maybe I’d turn out like him someday, or maybe I’ll be dead first. With the way Ricky was making me work overtime, I’d be lucky to have a decade left. “Tom here is one of my most loyal customers,” Ricky said. “I give him a special member’s discount. Since Tom is a big crystal supplier, he gets you for free. Whenever he wants.” “Mmf,” I moaned in acknowledgement as the gray daddy was still fucking my throat. I couldn’t even see Ricky with his hairy balls suffocating me and blocking my view. My jaw was already in pain from sucking the daddy’s dick. A well of saliva gathered in the back of my throat. I was unable to swallow with daddy’s fat dick penetrating my throat three thrusts a second. While daddy fucked my face as it hung lifelessly off the side of the sling, Ricky knelt next to me and whispered, “Oh, and he’s got a viral load like you’ve never imagined. You know why I’m gonna let this old perv knock up your pretty twink pussy?” “Mmmmf.” “Because I own that pussy. And I own you, the useless piece of flesh attached to it. With this, you’ll understand... that I can do anything to you.” More laughter and cheers at Ricky’s declaration of ownership. Tom smelled like a mixture of piss, ball sweat, weed, and cheap cigarettes. He smelled like a homeless man who hasn’t showered in days. I heard him unzip his baggy denim shorts, which dropped to the ground, and the tip of his dick tickled my ass, now heavily lubed with cum cocktail. “Mmmm, so smooth,” he said. His voice was soft, creepy, wanting, horny... the kind of voice you’d expect a dirty old man who feels you up in a bathhouse would have. He moved his coarse hands over my feet and down to my smooth, flexed calves. His dick entered. His head wasn’t as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was so warm. My ass now had a light burn from Jeremy’s abuse, but it was loosened and easily swallowed Tom’s dick. And my meth high rocked me once more as I felt the indescribable pleasure strike through my body. My eyes rolled back into their sockets and I teared up. It was my body’s only way to react to the sheer pleasure as Tom’s dick kept sliding into me slowly. It didn’t seem to end. His dick wasn’t thick, but it made up for it in length. It must’ve been at least 9 inches. The head of his dick must have passed the end of my rectum and gone into my intestinal tract, because it felt like his dick was bisecting my body. He hit a spot that hurt, and it kept going even further. It went so deep it felt like it was hitting my heart. I wanted desperately to see the dick go inside me, but the grey daddy’s dick was still in my mouth. At this point, I knew why Ricky didn’t let me eat after lunch; I would’ve thrown it all up by now with the way these men were using my holes as if I didn’t have feeling in my body. I had gagged so much, thick wads of spit erupted from my mouth onto my face every time even a pocket of air appeared between my mouth and daddy’s dick. His balls were covered in my spit too, as they would drip down onto my nose as he plowed my upside-down face. When he pulled his dick out to allow me a few quick breaths, I could feel it hot and sticky on my face. Tom started to thrust. “Unh, haven’t cum in six days boy, I’m gonna make you overflow with my seed.” My head was spinning. My body was on fire, my heart racing from the high. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, all the time with big cock filling me from both ends. I could feel my whole body. Every part of me tried to open wider to take more. My feet flexed, unable to cope with the pleasure of the warm, sticky manhood violating my flesh. My legs tried to spread wider open, my arms reached out and I felt dick. However, I was too high and wired to even focus on jacking them off. With the way my body was rocking and how I was trying to desperately breathe, suck dick, relax my jaw, and focus on the cock bruising my insides, I couldn’t even begin to do anything else. Tom’s pace quickened, and he moaned as I moaned. The sling was swinging back and forth. Whenever my pussy pulled away from one cock, the other cock would hit my throat, and I would gag. Whenever the cock in my mouth pulled out just to the head, I got half a breath, and got impaled on the python fucking my ass. Gramps, the patriarch, fucks the pussy, impregnating the sacred hole where the sperm nests and his virus and perv DNA can grow inside of me, feed off of me, and be loved and nurtured by me. Meanwhile, Dad, the discipliner, takes the helm and fucks my mouth to make sure his boy is filled to the brim with dick. Slosh, slosh, slosh, goes my ass as Gramps’ balls smack my ass. “Grrarg, uurg, mmmf!” I gag as Dad’s dick mercilessly plows my numb face. On one side, cum squeezes out of my ass and trickles down my crack as Tom’s manhood churns the butter. On the other, the spit flies out of my mouth as the grey daddy digs for oil. In between is me, too high to even remember how I got there, how I ended up between these two pieces of meat that my whole existence revolved around. “Cream that slut boy with your dirty old spunk! I bet it’s thick, creamy, and yellow like spoiled milk!” cheered Jeremy, the bald man in the polo who fucked me first. The other men, always spurred on by his words of encouragement, cheered Tom on too. Their voices pulled me out of my abyss of cock hunger and I remembered where I was. I remembered there were 11 unserviced cocks in the room sand that I was nowhere even close to being done. I remembered I meant nothing to these two men who fed their cocks to me and, due to my complete inebriation, meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long they’d been fucking me (ten minutes? an hour?) but Jeremy put me back in my place. These men would cum inside me, wipe their dicks off with my body, and go back to their lives, whatever that might be. Ricky would probably go back to his drug dump of an apartment and smoke more T and Tom would probably sneak into bed with his wife, and they wouldn’t spare me a second thought until the next time they wanted to fuck me again. “Yeah, FUCK that ass! Come on!” “Give that cumrag his death sentence! That’s his master’s wish!” “Degrade him!” “FUCK HIM!” “Man, hope he’s not all loose and shit once it’s my turn!” “Oh man, Rick. Sure he’s not for sale?” “Has he passed out already?” “Who cares? Keep fucking him!” “SHRED THAT CUNT! YEAH, MAN!” “Wow, that’s hot! CREAM THAT SLUT!” “Yeah, right in that dirty, cum-filled pussy!” “I think our toy has deserved a little booty bump after this tag team, dontcha think?” My heart jittered with excitement. Even though all Jeremy did was remind me I was trash, I had to thank him. Reminded of my purpose, I was suddenly filled with motivation and tightened me ass and my wrapped my lips tight around daddy’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” Daddy pulled out and spewed two thick shots of cum on my face, mixing with my spit to create a thick white mask that almost completely covered my face. It got into my eyes, which stung like a bitch. Just now I realized my eyes were bulging open the entire time. I reminded myself I was going to get even higher, and soon I’ll be too fucked up to even feel pain. Two cold hands on my chest. Those rough hands belonged to Tom. I looked into him, his black, dilated eyes looking back into mine. With that, he roared like he was going into battle. I normally don’t feel a guy shoot in me, but I felt something go deeper inside me than I had felt in ages. Tom’s AIDS stick fucked my stomach and trembled violently for a full twenty seconds. I felt not one, not two, but six powerful, thick, squirts of that toxic spoiled milk shoot far past his nine inches and strike a part of me so deep it definitely had reached far beyond my ass canal. It instantly gave me a cramp. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!” Tom moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “FUCK YEAH” “FUCK, THAT WAS HOT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “POZ THAT WHORE!” “WOOOO!!!!” A chorus of cheers burst among the men. I knew I wouldn’t have to get tested. I had just got bred with a full carton of the most potent, thick, creamy, and dirty cum of my life. Continued in Part 4

I’m a married bi guy but can’t stop thinking about been submissive to older daddy types. Recently I started chatting with an older man on line. After a few messages I agree to meet. He was just top. I got a bus to a particular area where he pick me up in his car. As soon as I got into the car he asked me about my sexual history etc and started feeling my cock while driving. We drove to an area near the mountains . Stoped the car and he started grabbing my nipples. He took off my top and told me to take down my pants. He started sucking my cock with my pants at my ankles . On occasion a car went by which had me nervous as I was practically naked . He then told me to take off my pants and shoes. He was sucking my cock and nipples and just enjoying my body. Then he asked me to get into the back. I left the car to walk around to the back. It was cold out but felt crazy been completely naked. He still had all his clothes on. he came into the back and told me to kneel down. He lubed up my ass which was cold . And went to fuck me. But the angle was not good. He sat down and I sat on his cock reverse cowboy . it was such a horny and risky experience and his cock was really thick at the base when I felt my ass stretching I shot my load up into my face and all over the car. It was unbelievable . It was the first time I came handsfree and it felt like I only fucked him for about 40 seconds. he dropped me into town where I met up with my straight mates , and I was worried I may still have cum in my hair etc. I couldn't stop thinking about such a hot experience .

Hooked up with a guy though Grindr earlier (first time ever). Profile was a little 'scary', his requests when we started messaging were a little more so. Initially, I thought I was being stood up as it was a little after twelve when he messaged back stating he was outside. Now , he had made me aware beforehand he wanted me dressed up like a "tranny slut" but what I wore was really a shit show. I genuinely thought he would be a no-show. I buzzed him in, left the door unlocked and hooded myself... Fucking hell, the most intense fucking I've ever had. I can take a large cock, even a fist but his dick actually fucking hurt me, I took the pounding like a good slut should but I was so looking forward to him shooting his load. My hopes were dashed as he said to me: "Do you think I've came all this way just to cum now?" I spent the next hour getting screwed, with a few moments 'respite' (getting face fucked so hard I wanted to vomit). When he finally came after seriously pounding my hole I was actually relieved... However, a few minutes after he left all I wanted was more. Always more. The curse of being a bottom bitch x

Being the geek I am, I copied the text into a spreadsheet and counted everything up - good livin' and a wild imagination got me a 358. Being the geek I am, I looked that the 'stuff' I would still like to try and the stuff I'm not really interested in trying (different strokes etc....). I would still like to add another 91 to the list. Let's all get healthy and get ready for happier naked times! Cheers men!

The planet where Hillary was clearly ahead after all the debates. She lost because Comey dropped the fake email accusation 4 days before the election.

Hunkering down with a fist buddy who evacuated San Francisco. We're eating too much and burning through poppers and Crisco at an alarming rate.

Very good writing and a perfect example of two duys in love. When that much in love it just seems so right that they will share everything. And Jason knocking up Brad on their wedding night just cofirms it more. I`m hoping he breeds Brad every day and night tl he gets the fuck flu. Could call it morning sickness...lol And he continues breeding him through that too.

For once in my life I'm actually in the majority. I do believe that it depends on the circumstances. If some guys out on the street (whether gay or straight) calls me a faggot, well, he might find himself on the receiving end of a throat punch. Kidding. Maybe. But when I'm getting fucked, if a guy is calling me faggot, that just sends me into overdrive. I'm not sure exactly why that is. It's just one of those things.

PA.

Septum.

I've DP'd a few times and been DP'd a pile of times. It really hinges on how stretched out you are. In most porn you don't see DP until they have been fucking one at a time for some time. By then, the bottom's hole is relaxed and pliable. For the more heavy use guys like me that also take huge toys and get fisted, we can DP from the start, but we have stretched out all those muscles so we can easily open and enjoy the feel of objects far larger than one or two cocks.

Southernbbtop does it again [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/dads-and-sons-creampie-group-fuck-43469341

I also hope this continues. So hot!!!

Part 13 - The Apricot Orchard Luca laid on his back in bed looking at the sunlight dancing on the ceiling of his bedroom, throwing on a pair of shorts he walked over to the open windows and looked out across the perfect scenery of the Tuscan landscape. The rolling hills, vineyards and orchards leading away from the villa looked magical, breathing deeply he felt relaxed and at peace with himself. Mark would be arriving today and he was excited and looking forward to seeing him, it seemed so long since he left university and said good bye to him. There was no denying that the key to unlock everything Luca wanted in life was held by Mark. The one person who he was devotedly in love with but never brave enough to stir up the emotion enough to profess his love. He turned catching a glimpse of his new body art and smiled running his finger over the tattoo. Reluctantly Tony had taken him to his tattoo artist and Luca settled for a medium sized scorpion tattooed to the left and just above his groin. His parents hadn't been overly impressed when they returned home that day and saw what he had done. Tony had tried to persuade Luca against it but he had to admit it that it turned him on even more. Besides being his councillor they had turned to each other for sex on many occasions, for them both it was uncomplicated and enjoyable with no expectations. Even now he was getting hard thinking about sex with Tony, the wonderful tattooed body immobilising him when Tony was in a need to fuck mood brought great euphoria to both of them. He had also seen Tony's sensual side that teased and slowly took Luca, stroking his cock Luca could do with getting under Tony right now and feel the presence of that man in his body. Taking his hands out of his shorts Luca walked barefoot downstairs and joined his parents outside for breakfast. What he loved most at this time of year was walking in to the garden and picking apricots off the trees bringing them back to the table to enjoy with his breakfast. His job was all sorted and he would start work in September, initially toying with the idea of taking a year out and thinking he would be bored he decided on one offer. It was from a large company as assistant business development manager. Most people would have been looking forward to starting a career but Luca just didn't want to think about it and leaving Tuscany. He kissed his parents and sat down for breakfast then drove out of the villa for the 90 minute journey to Pisa airport. With his shorts, t-shirt and reefs adorning his now naturally tanned body Luca fitted in like one of the locals. He spotted Mark coming through customs and looking around confused in his new environment looking for Luca. Mark had never seen Luca with a tan and did a double take when thinking he spotted him, the smile on his face seemed to lighten up the entire airport building walking across to where Luca stood. They hugged long and hard excited to see each other, it was a distinct hug like lost lovers embracing causing a few passengers to stop and stare for a moment. As usual Mark's cock began to stiffen holding Luca so close in such a long embrace until they let go and walked out in to the sunshine to the car park. "You look so different Luca" Mark said sitting in the passenger seat next to Luca. Luca smiled looking at Mark "Being here Mark, it is the only place I feel free and completely at ease". Mark smiled waving his hand out of the window catching the warm air "I want to hear all about your trip". "Tonight after dinner" Luca replied "we have plenty of time to catch up on everything". Mark looked across at Luca "Everything?" he asked sounding curious. Chatting the entire drive with Luca pointed out several places and telling Mark all about the vineyards in the region as the passed them heading up in to the rolling hills. "And this is La Canoninca di Cortine" Luca said driving in to the small village. "Wow it is so pretty" Mark said looking around him. Luca smiled "It is our closest village, tranquil but pretty lively in the evenings for Tuscany" he laughed. "And this is our home Villa Castrum" Luca said pointing down the long driveway at the building. The car pulled up in to the small courtyard of the rustic looking villa, from the front it looked small until you saw it from the back. Looking like a small mansion the villa had 7 bedrooms and bathrooms, a main kitchen and dining room plus 3 lounges for quiet reading, tv and entertaining. The small terrace lead through the ornate garden and trees to the pool terrace that overlooked the beautiful scenery. Gio and Sarah came out and welcomed Mark like a son and told the boys that lunch would be ready in half an hour. Luca showed Mark to his bedroom that was next door to Luca's and he quickly unpacked and changed out of his jeans into swim shorts and t-shirt, electing to go barefoot like Luca he wanted to settle in and enjoy his two weeks of freedom away from his own family. Looking out of the window he had no idea how rich Luca's family was until he saw this place, he knew the family were okay since they lived in Holland Park. His thoughts interrupted by Luca knocking at the open door 'Ready?' Luca called to him. Mark finished sending a text to his parents telling them he had arrived safely and switched his phone off 'Won't be needing that' he exclaimed putting his phone away and joining Luca. Lunch was very casual with cold meats and bread, lemonade and apricots that Luca and Mark picked from the trees. Marzi the housekeeper started clearing things away from the table having a quick conversation in Italian with Sarah and Gio. "What are you boys doing this afternoon?" Sarah asked finishing lunch. Luca sat back in his chair "A walk around the grounds then sit by the pool I think". "Sounds perfect" Mark replied "I need to chill out". Gio laughed "Just be careful of the sun, there is lotion in the house". "Dinner is at 7pm boys" Sarah said standing up "We are off to see friends". Luca stood up "Ciao" he said kissing his parents. Mark also stood and got a kiss from Sarah and Gio and tried his little Italian "Ciao" he chuckled. Luca took Mark around the orchards aimlessly chatting and sporadically picking apricots and eating them as they walked. Mark had never felt so close to Luca, as a friend he really loved him, being with him again he was finding hard to resist wanting to touch Luca, secretly he wished there was more between them. With his tan Luca looked even more incredible as a human being. Returning to the villa they grabbed the sunscreen and headed down to the pool. Luca suddenly aware that his tattoo might show pulled his shorts up a little higher before taking his t-shirt off. Luca very rarely wore t-shirts here at the villa, instead he usually only wore shorts except for dinner. Seeing Mark mostly naked again it stirred those thoughts of them sharing a dorm room, he loved seeing Mark's body and boy how he had missed being able to watch him undress. Mark knew exactly what Luca was doing and made a little show of it walking around the terrace before diving in to the pool, Luca watched on with a grin on his face. His focus drawn to Luca who stood up and stretched exposing a little of the tattoo before quickly realising what had happened and pulling his shorts up. He dived in to the pool unaware that Mark had seen the tattoo briefly albeit unable to distinguish what it was from the distance between them. After sunning themselves for a while the boys walked amongst the trees grabbing apricots to munch on. Both still damp from their last swim they were shirtless walking trough the trees in the little shade it afforded them. Mark reached up and grabbed an apricot handing it to Luca "Thanks" Luca replied catching Mark staring at him. "When did you get the tattoo done?" Mark asked reaching up for another apricot. "Oh" Luca flushed a little red "beginning of last week" he replied trying to brush over the subject. Mark smiled his hand touching the spot and lowering this shorts "Very unusual tattoo". Luca held his breath feeling Mark touching his skin close to his cock "I kind of liked the idea" he spoke softly. "Liked the idea?" Mark asked knowing full well what this type of tattoo usually meant "is this the new you Luca?". Luca looked at him "What do you mean?" he chuckled questioning Mark as they continued walking. Mark stopped walking shrugging his shoulders "You seen very different Luca, I don't know why by you do". They continued walking "The tattoos for example, I never had you down as being a rebel" Mark said laughing. Luca laughed it off and managed to avoid that conversation for the rest of the day, they spent a wonderful evening having dinner with Luca's parents and drinking wine, the hurricane lanterns providing a most charming atmosphere on the terrace. Luca managed to avoid talking about the trip in to much detail, if the conversation headed that way Luca carefully kept the focus on New York and the wonderful sights. The next few days were busy showing Mark the sights of Tuscany. The fourth day was spent lounging around by the pool and Luca's parents went out for the day to visit family in Viareggio. Mark dragged Luca off the sunbed and they went walking in to the apricot orchard, picking a few from the tree Mark sat down in the shade of a tree and Luca sat beside him inspecting his apricot. "You have avoided my question long enough Luca" Mark said taking a bite of his apricot. Luca took a sideways glance "What question is that?" he asked resting his back against the trunk. Mark chuckled "The tattoo" he replied "more specifically the scorpion" he said closing his eyes. Luca shrugged his shoulder "Do you think it has a meaning then?". "Depends" Mark replied opening one eye "I mean there is usually a good reason people have one there". Luca giggled at Mark touching the spot of his tattoo "Something has changed your not the same Luca" Mark said. Sighing Luca asked "Why do you think I am not the same person?" he turned his head to face Mark. "I can't put my finger on it, you seem happy but there is a sadness under it" Mark said looking at Luca. Luca leaned forward "I have missed you so much Mark" he said staring ahead afraid to look at him. Mark rubbed his shoulder "How did it happen?" he asked resting his hand on Luca's shoulder. Luca took a deep quiet breath "I don't know who it was" he finally said waiting for Mark's response. Mark squeezed Luca's shoulder gently "I acted so crazy on the ship with 3 Americans" Luca admitted. Luca could feel Mark's hand still firmly on his shoulder "And masseuse and the butler". "Fuck Luca was there anyone on the ship you didn't do?" Mark asked so casually it made Luca break down between laugh and tears. Luca wiped his eyes "Why didn't you tell me you were gay?" Mark asked putting his arm around Luca. Mark hugged Luca "I tried to tell you it was okay" he said looking at Luca. Luca shrugged his shoulders "Scared of myself I think" he said making no sense "but more so that things would change between us". "Surely you must have known the way I rugby tackled you on the field and deliberately laid on you" Mark said. Luca chuckled "I never thought you were interested in me that way". Mark smiled "Well I couldn't exactly fuck you on the rugby pitch in front of everyone" he laughed. "Anyway being in the dorm room was hard enough to keep my distance" Mark said kissing Luca's head. Luca sniffed "You really wound me up tackling me like that" he said pushing Mark's leg. "I know" Mark said laughing "why do you think I kept doing it". Suddenly their arms flayed around play fighting against each other trying to get the upper hand, Luca was no match for Mark's strength. Rolling Luca on to his back and pinning him down Mark took a bite from his apricot and clamped his mouth over Luca's, teasingly he began pushing the apricot in to Luca's mouth. Eventually submitting Luca opened his mouth and took the piece of apricot followed by Mark's tongue that sensually danced around over his lips. He lifted his mouth long enough for Luca to swallow then rolled on to his back laughing, careful not to overplay his chance with Luca. Luca turned his head to face Mark "You know why I have the scorpion tattoo?". Mark nodded looking up at the tree "Yes" he replied patting Luca's leg "I might get one. I like it". Luca sat up and looked surprisingly at Mark "When you nursed me in the dorm" Mark said confirming his suspicion. "Oh my god" Luca said astounded by his revelation "I watched you converting?" he asked. Mark nodded "Yes, sorry about that" he said "I knew what was happening but I just couldn't say anything to you". Luca stood up pondering everything going on "It's so much to take in" he said watching Mark stand. "I hugged your pillow and slept in your bed after you left" Mark said putting his arms around Luca. Luca studied him carefully "What are you saying?" he asked moving closer to Mark "do you feel anything?" he sheepishly asked. The smile on his face broadened "I have been in love with you for nearly a year Luca" Mark said with a little fear in his voice. Luca stood there speechless for a moment "And now?" he asked deliberately putting his arms around Mark. Mark smiled "Nothing has changed Luca" he said tenderly "but do you feel the same?". Luca nodded his head slowly "Yes" he replied pausing staring at each other "can I kiss you now before I explode?" he asked laughing. Mark moved in and their lips met in a heated unspoken passion a vain attempt to make up for lost time. Sunlight danced on their torsos through the gently moving leaves from the tree overhead in the warm breeze. Breaking the kiss and without speaking they held hands and walked through the orchard, both tenting hefty erections through their shorts and smiling. Returning to the villa Luca's parents had just arrived home and Sarah had spotted them walking hand in hand. For some reason she had known all along that Mark was her sons unspoken love, the problem they now faced was Oliver coming over in two weeks time who had shown a very keen interest in Luca. Marzi appeared on the terrace hearing Luca and Mark reminding them dinner at 7pm and promptly disappearing back in to the villa. The boys walked up the stairs showered and changed into shorts and shirt and met up with Sarah and Gio on the terrace for a drink before dinner. A little timid at first Mark was trying to act like nothing had changed for fear of upsetting Luca's parents. "What are you boys doing tomorrow?" Sarah asked pouring the boys a glass of wine each. Luca shrugged his shoulders "Not sure yet we haven't decided on anything, probably hang out here". Gio looked at Luca "Why don't you go and see your nonni they were asking after you". "Yes I guess we could to the vineyard" Luca replied agreeing with this father. "Luca's grandparents Mark, they own the vineyard of the wine your drinking" Gio explained seeing a confused Mark. Oh right" Mark replied "I don't think I should go if you are seeing your grandparents". "Nonsense" Sarah said "they would love to meet you Mark, however you are introduced to them". Mark got it straight away and blushed a little "Stop it" Luca said interrupting them and smiling at his mother. Gio picked up his glass of wine "They have been asking if you have someone special in your life Luca". Mark was clearly getting more embarrassed "I'm sorry Mark, my family are a little to open about this" Luca apologised. "Will you teach me Italian?" Mark finally managed to speak looking at Luca. Luca smiled "Of course I will" he replied glancing at his parents who both grinned at him. "I should help Marzi" Sarah said standing up "make sure you know how you will introduce Mark to nonni". Gio laughed loudly as Sarah went inside "Seriously tough Luca, Mark. Nonni will ask when you turn up with Mark here". "Ignore them" Luca said chuckling looking at Mark who was smiling unable to take his eyes of Luca. Mark knew immediately "Are you going to introduce me as your boyfriend?" he asked expecting to surprise Luca. "Yes" Luca replied almost before he could finish his sentence. Gio smiled "Good" he said raising his glass to them both. For the first time Mark felt like he was actually involved in the family, Luca's parents had always shown a friendliness to Mark and this evening saw a change being casual and relaxed. Over dinner he was starting to learn Italian words for the food they were eating. When they finally retired for the night they stood outside in the hallway looking at each other wondering what to do, it was Mark who suggested they keep their separate rooms for now, they kissed and said good night. The following day he was warmly welcomed by Luca's grandparents and invited to stay for lunch, Luca went from an anxious person to one that was happy all the way through lunch. Returning to the villa Gio explained that his parents would only invite you to lunch if they approved of you. It suddenly dawned on Mark why Luca had become less anxious after the lunch invite. Mark and Luca were both exhausted having spent the day walking around the vineyard for hours, walking up to their rooms Luca grabbed Marks hand and dragged him in to his bedroom. "Do you think this is wise?" Mark asked with a concerned tone "with your parents here?" being dragged in to Luca's room. Luca closed the door and kissed Mark "Sleep with me Mark" he quietly spoke "I need you next to me". Mark kissed Luca back undressing himself at the same time "I want to take this slowly with you". Luca nodded "Agreed" he chuckled "I will try and hold myself back but it doesn't usually work". Mark kissed Luca's neck delicately "Are you a bottom Luca?" he suddenly asked looking in to Luca's eyes. Luca smiled "I can go either way" he said "mostly I end up on the bottom for some reason". "Yeah figures" Mark said kissing him again "People probably look at you and want to fuck you. I know I do". Luca laughed hugging Mark "So are you mostly top then?". Mark nodded "I can be but I like to switch it around" he said lifting Luca off the ground with ease. Mark laid the naked Luca on the bed "I should let my councillor loose on you to see you take it" Luca said. He grabbed Luca's foot tickling it "Is that so?" Mark said finding Luca's weak spot straight away. Between them the excitement of actually getting to touch each other sensually rather than Mark tackling him to ground was to much for both. Mark laid on the bed next to Luca kissing him tenderly all over, their hands coveting every inch of each others body exploring and seeking all the vulnerable spots. Lying in each others arms, the sheet barely covering their bodies. Luca felt an enormous surge of love for Mark that had been waiting in the wings for this moment. Battling to stay awake they were just content to be together finally, no more secretive looks instead they could admire each other close up.

So I am writing this both because i enjoy it, and because Behindonestep requested it, and i hope one day to breed his slutty ass. So i decided to write a bit from his perspective before i move on to Part 3 from my perspective. So this next part i wrote is from his perspective. Part 1.5 Slut's vacation I had gotten in so late that night and knew all I wanted to do was get cock shoved in my hole as much as possible. I had to be so much more careful when I was home. Too many times it was careful fucks with guys who would want to own me, humiliate me, or change me. I couldn’t just walk around dressed slutty looking a little dumb and hoping some guy would just ask to plow me and me let them at home. So, this weekend was my chance. I wanted to be the biggest himbo I could. I had even worn a crop top on the plane, trying to advertise as much as possible. I didn’t quite do the short shorts yet on the plane, I did however have a jock on that had a strap that rode up that anyone could see. Sadly, I had very few bites. A few fun looks, but no one asked until I was getting off the plane. One of the flight attendants asked if I was going out and if I needed any suggestions. I told him I had planned on going to the baths. He smiled and said he had an overnight stay the next evening and he hoped to see me at some club. I was sad to not get his cock and load then but hopped to catch him the next day. I went straight to the baths and had a fantastic evening. Stripped down to my jock and walked around for the night. Made it to the porn theater and saw a guy jacking off, he wasn’t the hottest guy I had seen but his cock was calling to me. I walked over moved his hand and went down on him. He grabbed my head and let me blow him. Before long another guy came up and sat next to the guy I was blowing and he started petting on my ass. That perked me right up. I practically put my ass in his lap. He was groping all around and started fingering at my hole. I had planned on being a super slut so I had pre lubed myself. I think he was surprised to find it so slick. He got a finger in without much trying and I moaned into the cock that was lodged in my throat. That seemed to bring some attention to what was going on. The guy I was blowing suddenly noticed I was getting fingered by his chair neighbor and decided to claim what he felt was his. He said, “He started blowing me first, I get first crack at his ass.” The man fingering my hole seemed a little tense at that. So, I took matters into my own hands. I stopped blowing the first guy, got up and sat straight down on his dick. I tried to go a bit to fast and wasn’t nearly stretched enough at first, but I was determined. He didn’t stop me. At the same time, I made the other guy stand up. He was a lanky 40’s man with a nice size uncut cock I had to put in my mouth. So here I was, riding one cock like it was candy for my hole that my ass couldn’t stop licking. And trying to inhale this hot cock down my throat. I felt like such a proper slut. I really wished someone would frame a pic of this for themselves. Not to blackmail me or humiliate me, just appreciate my talents and see me for who I am inside. I wanted to please these men. I wanted to feel their cocks in my body, but most of all I wanted to feel them cum. I wanted their juices flowing into my body and have them leave satisfied but me overfilled with the man scuzz I craved. And then it happened. The first dude started to spasm and groan. I felt his prick thicken and spit its hot load into me. I barred down to get it deep and let him keep squeezing all that DNA into me. I pulled myself free and turned around to clean his cock off. He was super sensitive but let me. He eventually pushed me out of the way so he could stand up. The other guy took my turn around as his chance to get into my ass. He pushed me over the bench and started railing on my now filled hole. It was fantastic. I let him go to town ridding my ass till he finally blew in my hole. As I felt him blow his load, I realized I felt several more hands on my body. It made me smile. That meant there were more men there that wanted to use me for their own pleasure. So, I let them. I lost track of how many men fucked me. Several didn’t want to cum in me right of way. Which is okay in general but generally I am here for the cum. I don’t want you plowing my hole and driving out the juices I am collecting if you aren’t adding any new jizz. So, after the 3 guys in a row had fucked me and not cum there was a small break where no one wanted in my hole. I took that to mean no one else here was gonna flood my hole and decided to move on. I limped a bit and headed toward the showers with cum running down my legs when I saw the entrance to the darkroom/maze. I couldn’t pass it up. I decided to head in there and see if anyone else needed to nut in me, I didn’t wanna be done yet. I found a nice comfortable corner where there was a half wall/ledge I could lean across. It let me rest but also left my ass exposed. But I was in a dark deep corner and worried no one would fine me. Luckily it wasn’t long till I felt some new hands. They were groping my ass. And I heard his deep breathing and excitement as he found the cum running down my leg. It made me smile. His fingers and hand were solid but so excited. They found my hole and both playing in and trying to shove more of the cum in my ass. I was lightly moaning at this man having fun with my ass. He put his face down there and I could feel his breath on my hole. He licked around my hole and started putting fingers in me, I thought to stretch me, which I didn’t need. But then I realized I think he just wanted to play in the cum. I was worried he was going to try and suck all the cum out, but instead he just played and whispered into my hole. It was like he was licking and sweet talking my slut hole. He stood up and put the head of his cock at my entrance. I was loose as hell and knew he could just dive in, but he seemed to want to savor my body, my hole, and my sluttiness. I desperately just wanted him to fuck and load my hole. I tried to push back and he let me, but once he was in my ass he just held on tight to leave himself feeling my ass as I tried to squeeze and squirm around it but not too hard because I didn’t wanna lose all the cum in me by squeezing too much. He finally started moving and it felt wonderful. I kept trying to flex around his cock to keep him happy and fucking me. And then I felt him lean forward. He took ahold of my nipples and started tugging. It made me grunt and squirm. I loved it. Then he grabbed my balls in my jock and pulled. He seemed to be loving my ass and kept fucking harder. He went back to my nipples. It felt like he was trying to rip my nipples off at times, he seemed to like to hear me grunt, yell and exclaim. He even whispered in my ear as he is railing me, “your nipples would be even better pierced, boy” “I would do it as soon as I can sir” Apparently that worked for him. Just a few more strokes and he pushed hard into me. And then I knew it was happening. Felt his balls pull up, heard his breathing changed and then the telltale pulsing as he shot his load inside me. It made me shake with joy as I knew I was getting another load. He held me for a while just letting his cock stay in me as deep as he could. Eventually it started to soften, and he pulled out of me. I turned around as quick as I could in the dark and proceeded to clean his now cum covered cock. I was enjoying it immensely, putting my tongue in every nook and cranny I could find when suddenly there was a squirt in my mouth. I had hoped he had cum some more, but it was piss. It surprised me at first, it was such and hard and sudden spurt. It almost made me choke, but I quickly swallowed as a good little slut should and latched on closer to the base in case, he wanted to give me more. I wish I could have looked up at him to let him know he could do more, but it was far too dark. So then he let go another quick stream, and since I was more prepared I swallowed it straight down no problem, and gave him a little nod. He got the hint and unleased a good beers worth of piss and I swallowed it all. Left his cock spick and span. He then patted me on the head and thanked me. I belched and worried that wouldn’t be something he would like but he helped stand me up right into his arms and I had thought he wanted to hug me so I was gonna do that, but he turned me around and put me back over the chair height wall and patted me on the ass. He thanked me again and as if my ass was a magnet his hand went back to the hole and fingered me more time. Then suddenly he is standing me up and kissing me. It was awkward at first finding each other in the dark but then he added his cum covered finger to our kiss and held me hard with his other hand and I melted. I would give this man kids if I could I swear. Or at least let him keep pumping sperm into me to his hearts content to try. Ha! And then he was done. He left me there short of breath, full of his sperm and piss. He bent back over the wall, patted my ass and was gone. I waited there for another 15 or 20 minutes to see if anyone else found me. But sadly no. I wondered back out to the front and couldn’t see anything going on. Wondered around for a bit sad my first slut night was winding down. I went back to the locker to get my stuff and decided to be daring and walk to my car naked. It wasn’t till I was walking out the front door I remembered I didn’t have a car rented this trip. So, I called an uber as I slid my slut shorts back on. To my surprise the front desk clerk at the bathhouse came out and asked if I called an uber. I told him yes. He was a 50 yo leather daddy. He told me he would take me home, he was an uber driver. He made me blow him all the way back to my hotel. Then got out, followed me to the room and pounded out my hole for a good hour. He told me he had wanted to get ahold of me earlier, but his shift hadn’t ended yet. I told him to tell his friends. He said he would for the next night, but it was way to late to get them over tonight. So, there I slept in some tight shorts, hoping to hold as much cum in as possible knowing I would wake up in a wet pool of cum most likely, but so happy to be on slut’s vacation.

Two things: one, my PrEP doc has been "encouraging" all of his patients to continue taking PrEP and not to shift to a 2-1-1 or to stop altogether. In conversation, he mentioned clients who'd stopped their PrEP for the run of the pandemic, "cracked" under the isolation, hooked up, and both felt guilty and were afraid they'd gotten HIV. He said the worst thing would be to have COVID and an HIV infection. I understood his point. We need touch and interaction, some more than others. There are going to be people who despite their best intentions, break down and have sex. Two, that's different than people who've said "fuck the pandemic" and decide to fuck around anyway. While both are examples of being human, I'm sympathetic to the former, and not so much the latter. ps. I'm horny as fuck. I'm not breaking. This is hard -- sexually -- on most everyone trying to be responsible.

Deliverance comes to mind. Definitely a morality fuck, with Burt Reynolds in his prime through-out the film.

About a week before the lockdown began, I posted an ad on BBRT saying I was ass up, blindfolded at home taking loads. Didn’t care who they were so long as they had a nice dick that could dump a hot load inside me. I had six guys come over over the course of a couple hours. Some were quiet, in and out. The last one was verbal and rough... and huge. Kept saying how hot it was to see other guys loads gushing out as he pounded my hole and called me a dirty cum pig before seeding me deep. Was so satisfied. I can’t wait to be an anonymous cum dump again when this quarantine ends.

8. My hole tightened up at Eli's words. I remembered how I felt only a few minutes earlier when he had been pounding me with gusto. "Don't worry, stud. We're going to build up to full power. Earlier, well, that was just taste of what it's going to be. What it can be, if you can take it." "Do another hit of poppers for me," Javi said. "But watch those teeth." He leaned over and gave Eli another deep kiss. "This is going to be so much fun to watch," he told the black man. I still had the bottle in my hand, so I took a long snort from it. If Eli was going to go all the way and fuck my hole properly, the poppers wouldn't be enough. But nothing wasn't going to be a viable option either. "Give them to me," Javi said. He took the bottle of poppers from my hand. Javi did a hit and then grabbed my head. He pulled me down on his cock. "So fucking close," Javi said. "Well, you don't have to hold back," Eli said. "You know he's gonna eat every drop of your load." He was right about that. Now that the poppers had taken effect, I was once more a totally cock-starved animal and desperate for every drip and drop of sperm I could get. I had eaten Eli's cum earlier, I had taken Javi's sperm in my ass. Now it was the time to savor Javi's cum in my mouth, and maybe, just maybe, to get Eli's thick load in my hole. "I want to see him gag on your cock. Make your sperm drip from his mouth." "Oh fuck," Javi said, grabbing the back of my head and shoving his cock deep into me. "Fucking hot mouth." Eli was mirroring Javi's moves; he grabbed my waist and sped up his thrusts into my ass. This time, they weren't quite as painful or intense; my ass must have opened up more. At least it had gotten used to taking a big, black cock. "You like that?" Eli asked me. I nodded. "Remember that this is just the start." While Eli's thick rod slid in and out of my butt, Javi was thrusting his cock deep into my throat. He was dripping pre-cum steadily, letting it coast and lubricate my throat. His balls were drawing up close to his body and he was getting very close to shooting his load. "Give it to me," I grunted, even with his cock still filling my mouth and throat. "Yeah, cocksucker?" he asked, slamming his cock into my throat. "You want my load?" "Of course he does," Eli laughed. "You can't tell how hungry he is? How much he needs real men's dicks?" Eli paused his fucking for a moment. He dribbled a little more lube on his cock before sliding it back into me. "But, we're gonna make him work for it. Give me the poppers there, Bro." "Of course," Javi said, and handed Eli the brown bottle. "You're going to have a sore throat tomorrow," he said to me. "But I'm sure you'll say it was well worth it. If you can still speak, of course." He laughed, even as he bucked his hips. It, in turn, forced his cock in and out of my mouth. Even though he had already cum, Javi's cock was once again a solid shaft. His rock-hard cock allowed me no leeway in how I held my head. The wrong angle meant it would be jammed hard against my tonsils, and I would be gagging and biting him. Plus, the flare at the base of his cockhead was already rubbing hard against my throat. It was a painful feeling as it scraped against my tender flesh, but it had to feel amazing for Javi. "Oh fuck," he moaned, his cock flaring as more pre-cum dripped out into me. "So hot." "Break his neck," Eli said. "And open up that cocktube." The poppers had hit Eli; he was spouting out a constant stream of dirty talk. It only made the entire situation more arousing. Javi easily obliged Eli and continued to slam his cock in and out of me. Just as I thought I had reached my limit, Javi mercifully slowed down. I hoped he had noticed how I had been trying to avoid the full length of his cock, but he was just taking a break to do another hit of poppers. When they hit, the face-fucking would get even more intense. "You better give him some too," Eli told Javi. "Otherwise, he's not going to be able to take it." "Yeah, I guess." He held the bottle under my nose, and I inhaled deeply. My life didn't depend on it, but it was damn close to it. Straight up and sober, this would not have been a blow job, but a throat rape. With the tina, it was an intense throat fuck, right at the limit of my abilities as a cocksucker. With the poppers on top of the tina and G, it was almost a pleasure. Javi did another quick hit from the poppers before putting away the bottle. I waited for them to hit him and hoped that the rush from my hit wouldn't take too long. As he waited, he pulled his cock all the way out with just his cockhead filling my mouth. Then, he slammed his cock into my throat. In one stroke he went all the way in, and his balls hit my chin. Even though I had been expecting this, it was still a surprise in timing and brutal male power. I recoiled, trying to avoid the penetrative assault. However, avoiding Javi only served to impale me on Eli's cock. Eli helped Javier out by forcing me forward, making me take every bit of Javi's dick. "You know what to do," Eli said. "Rape that throat." "Oh damn," Javier said, pulling out and slamming all the way back in. He continued, repeating this action several times. Each thrust made his dick a little harder. Worst of all, each thrust also made his tool a little thicker, stretching out my throat and keeping me from getting more than the smallest of breaths. Right as our poppers rushes hit their peak, he forced his way into my throat and held his cock there. His cock swelled and pulsed as a thick spurt of his cum travelled the length of the shaft. It landed right in my stomach. "I'm cumming," Javi moaned, even though it was obvious to me what was happening. "Feed it to him," Eli said, as he forced his cock deeper into my ass, keeping me from avoiding any of Javi's dick or sperm. Javi was in his private world of orgasm. He probably hadn't even heard Eli and he just continued to pump my throat, filling my gut with his thick, hot cream. Only after the third or fourth spurt did he even start to pull out, letting me get a brief gulp of air. But his cock was still dripping sperm, and I inhaled his jizz by accident. I needed to cough, to clear my throat, but his cock was still there, forcing me to fight back every instinct of my body. He relented only slightly, pulling out and letting my mouth fill with his salty-bitter spunk. It was only the briefest of delays. He plunged back in and forced me to swallow every drop. "Damn, I needed that," he said, gasping for breath as his cock dribbled out the last of his load. I gulped it down as best I could, making sure that not a drop of it was lost, despite how my throat was rebelling at even the smallest sip of semen. "Damn sweet throat he's got." "I know," Eli said, his cock still deep in my hole. "I know I'm gonna be using it again." "Careful there," Javi said, as his cock finally stopped dripping cum. "Sensitive now." I slowed down as he took a moment to catch his breath. Finally, the Latino pulled his cock out of my mouth before plopping down on the bed. "Nice view," he said, staring at Eli and me. I was still on all fours, my ass up in the air with Eli's fat shaft penetrating me. I felt a little self-conscious, having Javi watch me as Eli continued to fuck my hole. "Don't stop on my account," Javi said. "I wasn't planning on it. Or on Matt's account," Eli said, while he continued to slide his dick in and out of my hole. "At least, not until I've bred him good and deep." "Right on, bro," Javi said. "You enjoying this, man?" he asked me. "Oh, fuck yeah," I said. Javi laughed, then grabbed his cell phone off the bedtable. He held it up, taking a picture of the two of us, joined at the hip by Eli's thick shaft. "Very hot," he said, examining the picture. He played with his phone a bit, muttering occasionally, and typing out a few messages. "Goddamn," he said. "I gotta go run an errand." "Long?" Eli asked. "Nah. Just an hour or so. And I'll get some good shit to boot." "Sweet," Eli said. "Matt and me will just fuck around here. Won't we?" I nodded my agreement. I would do anything to keep a cock in my ass. "Cool," Javi said. "I'm sure you will." He got up from the bed, and headed into the living room. I heard him rummage around a little bit, before coming back into the bedroom, carrying his clothes. As Javi dressed, Eli pulled his cock out of me and gave me a slap on the ass. "Damn, that hole's opened right up for me," he said, before sitting down on the side of the bed. I took the opportunity to lay down on the bed, watching the two men; Eli still naked, his hard cock sticking up from his lap and Javier, getting dressed in the grey light. "Hope you don't caught in the rain," Eli said. "Yeah, me too," Javi said. "But shouldn't be too long." Javier put on his shirt; he was now fully dressed. "One for the road?" he asked me, indicating the pipe "Sure," I said. "Especially if you're bringing back some more." "You know it," he said. He took the pipe and the torch, heated up the bowl, and did a long hit. He put it back down, then slowly exhaled a thick cloud. My bedroom still had the remnants of our last bit of partying; his hit only added to it. "Hey, what's your number," he asked me. "I'll let you know when I'm headed back." "Sure. Area code 805," I started, then waited for him to catch up typing the numbers in his phone. "369-1110," I continued. "And I'm Matt." "I remember that," he said. "But thanks." He slid his phone into his pocket, then peeked out the window. "Gotta run to beat the rain." "I'll get the door," I said, getting up from bed. The two of us went into the living room, then to the door. "Thanks," Javi said. "I had fun. And I'm sure we're going to have more fun soon." He reached into his pocket, then pressed something into my hand. It was a small baggie. "Something extra for you and Eli," he said. "Thanks," I replied. He opened the door and walked out, waving to me. I closed the door quickly, carefully locking it. All of a sudden, I was very aware of how naked I was. I took a closer look at the bag Javi had given me. It was pretty full; I guessed it was at least a gram and a half, maybe two. I knew that there was still plenty in the bedroom, so I put it in a drawer by the door. If we needed it later, I could get it. "How are you doing?" Eli asked me, as I walked back into the bedroom. He was holding the pipe up to the light, seeing how much remained inside. "Not bad, but can always use some more." He turned to me. "You think you can take some more fucking?" "Yeah, I think. Will it be as hard as that other time?" We both knew the moment I was talking about, where he had surprised me with a hard, deep, raw thrust. "Yeah," he said with a wide smile. "And probably even harder. Definitely more than just once." I had a big smile as well. "Perfect." I didn't know where that statement had come from. When I thought about it, I still winced a bit in the memory of the white-hot pain. "Looks like you could use some help," he said. "You want another booty bump?" "I think I need one," I said. I knelt down in front of the bed table, next to Eli's thick legs. If I turned my head slightly, I could see his erect member, glistening with lube and pre-cum. As attractive as it was, I forced myself to stay focused on the task at hand. In the back of the drawer, right where I left it last was a shot glass and a syringe for a booty bump. The shot glass still had plenty of dried crystal from my last big party. "Here it is," I said, holding it up for Eli to see. "Right on. Do this properly," he said. I handed him the shot glass while I went into the bathroom to get some water. It took a moment to get some warm water and when I came out, I saw that Eli had put a few big shards of crystal in the shot glass, in addition to what was already there. He was using the stem to dig out a few more shards for the glass pipe. "That should be enough," he said. I didn't say anything, but knelt down by him, and prepared the booty bump, first dissolving the crystals in the water, then filling the needless syringe with the concentrated tina solution. "You want to do the honors?" I asked Eli. "Fuck yeah," he said. He took the syringe from me, then motioned to his lap. "Lay down, ass up," he said. Like a naughty child getting a spanking, I lay down over his lap, my ass up in the air and easily accessible to him. "So sweet," he said, as he spread my ass cheeks and exposed my vulnerable hole. I felt his tongue against it, circling around it, then easily poking into it. "Already so used," he said, briefly pausing. He rimmed me a little longer, forcing his tongue deeper into me and getting me wet. "God, I can still taste Javi's load up there in your ass. Best way to get it, eating it out of your asshole." His tongue plunged deep into my hole once more, lapping up another bit of Javier's sperm. Then he pulled off. There was a slight pinch as a sharp edge of the syringe was pressed into my hole. That was followed by him pushing it all the way into my ass. "Ready?" he asked. The booty bump primed and in position, ready to fire. "Please, yeah," I said. There was just the slightest bit of warmth in my ass, then nothing for a second. Then a burn, as the super-concentrated bump started to get adsorbed into my body. "That was fun, with Javier," I said, trying gamely to make some small talk, while the tina worked its magic. "Yeah, Javi is an amazing guy. You should stay in touch with him. He definitely liked you. And he's got some good shit to boot." I tried to swallow and felt the damage that Javi had done to my throat. If that was what I got when he liked me, I wondered what would have happened had he not liked me. "How long have you known him?" "XX years now." Eli continued on, his deep, masculine voice rumbling in my ears as he massaged the edge of my hole, teasing it while the bump soaked in. He said something about bad times, something about partying. "And of course, he's always got connections. Hey!" he said, giving my ass a firm slap. "You ok there?" "Yeah," I said. I had been focused on the feeling of his finger on my tender hole, dreaming of it sliding in me, then joined by more fingers, before being removed to make way for his tool. Even just thinking about thinking about it, my mind had wandered back to the pleasures of anal penetration. "That bump hitting you?" "Yeah. Hard." "Good. I was trying not to rape you there." He leaned over and kissed first one buttcheek, then the other. It was surprising coming from him. "I always give thanks to the hole I'm about to destroy." One arm made its way up my thigh before stopping, a finger easily seeking out my hole and entering it. "That's what I want." With his free hand, he stuck the pipe in his mouth, then grabbed the torch. Still bent over his legs, I could only hear the hiss of the flame, the tiny crackles of the drug melted, and his deep breaths. But then the torch went out, the deep breaths stopped, and there was only the relative silence of the street, his finger twisting in my sloppy hole too quiet to hear. He exhaled and a bit of the cloud drifted over my head. "Should I do another hit?" he asked, still holding the pipe in his mouth. "Sure," I said, although I had never seen him really high before. Hell, I had never even seen him before, but he had already fucked my mouth and my ass. The still-rational part of my mind was worried about what a big guy like him would do while tweaked out and desperate for sex. "Should only make it more intense." "My thoughts too," he said. Suddenly, another finger slid into my ass, taking its place beside the first one. "Two," he said, and then lit the torch again. The ritual repeated once more, ending up with Eli having done three big hits off the pipe and ramming three big fingers into my ass. "Now, I think you're ready. You think you're ready?" "I hope," I said. My hole was twitching, eager for his raw cock to force its way into me. "Please?" "On your back," he said, pulling his fingers out of my ass. I jumped up and got on the bed, spreading my legs wide for him. He tossed me the bottle of poppers as he dribbled lube on my ass and his cock. While I did a hit, Eli rubbed the lube over his dick, and quickly pressed a finger into my hole. "No turning back now, muscle boy." "Go for it," I said. Or better, the poppers said for me. He pressed his cockhead against my hole and held it there for a second. It was just as big as I remembered it, maybe even bigger. Through the tina fog I was scared that I wouldn't be able to take it. But the tina fog also made me worried that I wouldn't get it. I needed a cock in me, and the bigger, the better. "Fuck me, Eli." "With pleasure," he said. He pushed his cock in me, my hole protesting only slightly as it stretched around his fat dickhead. He gave me the briefest moment to adjust, before continuing the penetration. I gave only a bit of resistance as his shaft pushed into my body; I wanted this and as he filled me up, I felt my cock twitch in pure sexual pleasure. "Enjoying this, huh?" he said, reaching down to play with my dick. "Yeah." "Tina dick, huh?" he asked. I looked down, and saw that despite the twitches of pleasure, my cock was staying resolutely soft. He played with it a bit, but got no reaction. "Yeah," I said. "It happens." "Yeah. I'm glad I've got the V. Bet you are too." He pulled out, then pushed back in, reminding me of just how hard he was. I nodded in agreement. "Ready for the real thing?" "Yeah," I said. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in in a slow, steady stroke. I could feel every vein on his shaft and every hard inch entering me. "Fuck," I moaned. "That's great." "I know," he said. "I can't get enough of your ass. It's going to be dripping when I'm done with you." "Do it," I said. He pulled out again so that just his cockhead was still in my hole. I nodded, and he slammed in back in, hard. Like the last time he had put all his effort into the thrust, it was a white-hot pain. But this time, the burn faded into something far more complex. It wasn't pain, but neither was it pure pleasure; it tapped into some visceral desire of mine and satisfied a need I hadn't known I had. "God," I grunted. "Too much? Or not enough?" he said. "Not enough," I said. My statement was rewarded by another hard thrust, coupled with the same difficult mixture of pain and pleasure. I moaned as Eli continued to pound away at my ass. I could almost feel my hole heating up as he slammed in and pulled out at a frantic pace. The earlier fucks, Javier's hard pounding and Eli's first penetration had been merely warm-ups for this. At times, it felt like every time I had been fucked before was just a warm-up for this. "Oh god damn," I moaned. "Damn nice hole," Eli said. "Had to get it nice and warmed up for the main event, right?" I could only nod as his ebony shaft pistoned in and out of me. My hole could only take a limited amount of this before it was raw and sore, but, powered by the tina, my appetite was seemingly insatiable. Sooner or later, I would have to stop him, but for the time being, I could enjoy this raw, intense fuck. I just grunted in pleasure, tightening my ass around his cock as he plunged into me. He grabbed my legs and held them tight against his muscular chest. They slipped a bit over the sweat that had built up on his chest, but neither of us cared. It was just another reminder of the deeply physical nature of our interactions. He rubbed his stubble against my legs, then gently licked the soles of my feet. It tickled a bit, but also just added another layer of sexual stimulation, distracting me a bit from the pounding my hole was getting. He gently kissed the soles again, then pressed them against his chest. It gave him additional leverage, and he used it all for his benefit. He forced his cock deeper in my raw hole. It wasn't much, but at this point, even the tiniest bit meant he was exploring virgin territory, untouched and unstretched by any man's cock. I took it as best I could, trying not to let him know how close to my limits I was. He took first the right, then the left foot back in his hands, and kissed them again. That simple action felt more intense and more intimate than anything that had happened to me that entire morning. I was suddenly staring at Eli in an entirely new way; he was no longer the invulnerable black thug waiting outside my door. Now he was turning into something different, something far more complex and interesting. He was still the muscular black thug who had spent a year in prison and was still the hung black man who was practically raping my hole. But now, he was also the man who had kissed Javier so deeply and the dark-skinned man who had rimmed my well-used hole and savored the sperm that his Latino friend had fucked into me. I had assumed that Eli was just a horny guy, mostly straight, but ready to use any hole that presented itself. However, his actions made that assumption seem painfully naive. There was far more going on with him. "Ready for my load?" Eli asked me, shocking me back to the present. Even though his cock was now slamming in and out of my hole, I only noticed it as pure pleasure. And I didn't want that pleasure to end any time soon. "So soon?" I asked, wanting to delay the inevitable as long as I could. "Oh, don't worry. This is hardly the last load you'll get from me this morning." "Pound away," I said. "Fuck it in me deep. Breed my hole." "Fuck yeah, muscle stud. Get ready for my load."

Totally embarrassing situation...that turned out super hot: One afternoon at Burning Man I’d taken 4 or 5 loads from different guys while in a sling. I was parched so I threw on a kilt and headed to a popular bar camp for a couple drinks. While having a drink there I started talking to this super hot str8 guy who is just my type: hairy chest & belly and a scruffy 5-day growth on his face. His ice blue eyes and occasional wafts of ripe armpit scent were mesmerizing so when he asked what I’d been up to I didn’t hesitate to say, “Taking a lot of dick, buddy”. Because radical self-expression and immediacy are part of the principles of Burning Man the vibe is very accepting there, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t freak...and he didn’t. He was a little surprised and said, “Wow, man...you like that? I mean, like, taking it?” He actually told me—several times—he thought it was cool if I ”wanted to do that” yet, at the same time, asserting that he ”can’t really relate, because as a str8 man, I’m the penetrator” This led to a pretty candid & detailed description on how much he loves being the penetrator and how hot it is to be inside a woman and etc. It was totally hot listening to him and watching him get aroused. So...I described to him how much I love being penetrated and having a hard cock inside of me. He just kept kinda shaking his head a bit and saying, “Wow!” He was so hot and I was totally hard listening to him and watching him tug on his dick. When I saw that he was hard in his shorts and caught another whiff of his ripe pits, it was too much for me. My hole gaped and a ton of cum noisily shot out of me and right down my leg. I didn’t say anything but he and I looked down at the same time and the trail of cum on my leg was obvious. He said, “Dude, is that what I think it is? You let guys cum inside you?” When I nodded yes, he gripped his dick and said, “Fuck! Women NEVER let me cum inside them!” I listened to him tell how long it had been since he’d fucked without a condom and how much he just wanted to fuck bare and shoot his load inside. I purposely looked around us to make sure he could see that nobody could hear us. “Well, buddy, I’m going back to my private RV and I’m offering if you’re interested” When he hemmed and hawed yet didn’t outright say no I looked around again, put my drink down and told him, “Nobody has to know. I’ve got my own RV and it’s nearby...and you can shoot your load in me...” as I turned and slowly walked away. He followed me to my RV. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed and he fucked me and blew his load in me. Typical of str8 guys, he had his shorts up and was out the door as soon as he came. But....2 days later he was back looking for me, telling me he’d just had a shower and was wondering if we could “do that again”. I sat him on the sofa, sucked him hard and ate his ass (another first for him) before moving to my bed to give my ass to him again. He stayed about 90 mins and shot his load in me twice. Blissful. Haven’t seen him since.

I get called "Daddy" and "Sir" with some frequency. I like these terms, they're appropriate to my age and role, but I don't require hearing them for affirmation, it's already evident that I'm in-control. If it enhances my partners experience to call me "Daddy" they are welcome to do so.😈

I believe both sides are guilty of this. Politics seems to attract amoral sociopaths that are even too sick in the head to successfully run a taco stand

i like to strangle a cute little neg twink with my bare hands in the bathhouse so that he never sees my face then tell him it that im giving him aids right before he passes out,then make sure its hole is getting fucked by a new guy when he wakes up

I prefer David’s Sheath from Bad Dragon, as it has a hole in the tip to allow the seed to be planted.

Part 6; My AIDS God for several further minutes, staying fully hard, continued to slowly fuck me, grinding in his extremely toxic juice, into his cunT. Yes, his cunT, he now owns it! - You shot your load, didn't you boy? - Yes Sir - Get on the ground, lick it up, without swallowing, then come and kiss your AIDS Master! I did as I was told, and licked up my creamy neg cum off of the shower floor. I got up, and he grabbed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. We kept exchanging my cum back and forth between each other's mouth's. He pulled back, licked his lips, and swallowed. - MmmmmmmM. Your last ever neg load tastes damn sweet. Delicious. Thank you boy. I can't wait to taste what your poz load will taste like. Now get on your knees and clean my Dick - Yes Sir I got on my knees. Fuck. The Man was still fucking HARD! I licked up and down his toxic shaft, cleaning a cocktail of my neg cunt juice, and some very highly viral DNA! - GET up boy, time to go back to the cabin; You've done a great job cleaning Sir's toxic weapon - Thank you Sir We made our way back,with the other AIDS Daddy following us. The 3 of us all went inside. Door locked! - Sit in the corner boy - Yes Sir - Right, let's get acquainted properly, I'm Pete - 'ello Pete mate. I'm Jim. That was one hell of a show you put on, I come here a lot, and have never seen anything like it. - Thanks Jim ... Oi, boy, crawl to the middle of the room and say hello properly to your Uncle Jim. I crawled over on my hands and knees, to where Uncle Jim was standing, next to AIDS Master Pete. I looked up at him, catching the sight of his bulge beneath his towel on the way up to his face. He grabbed his crotch, and started rubbing... - Hello Uncle Jim - Hello sexy boy. You were looking at this weren't you? His eyes looked downwards at his ever growing bulge. I nodded. He removed his towel to reveal his very own toxic Fuck-weapon! He began to milk his perineum area, and after a few minutes, a creamy substance started oozing out. - Get under Uncle Jim's Dick, and open that sweet mouth of yours, and stick your tongue out, and keep it out. I did as I was told. He then started to smear this creamy substance on my tongue. - Gonnorhoea Pete, mate. Been carrying around this beauty for around 3 months now - I thought it was. Better get that sorted Jim - Yeah, after tonight. I had better fuck your boy. This will help your aggressive fuckers to take up permanent residence. BUT, what would be an absolute certainty, is if we both blood-slammed him He ordered me to ingest the infection he just gave to me. - You wanna be blood-slammed boy? - What's that Uncle Jim? - It's where your Daddy Pete & I, draw our blood, and inject it into you. Then you'll know for absolute certain that you will get what you are after Before I knew it, I started frantically tugging at my neg dick, my eyes widened, my mouth lay open, and I was making these weird grunting noises. I think I gave them their answer. - Wanna take this to my place Pete? I have a Dungeon in my Basement, which I have had for 20 odd years now, so, it is very well equipped. - FUCK YEAH Jim. Perfect timing for him to have another hit of tina when we are there. I'll take us all in my car. It's only parked around the corner. You can give me instructions how to get to yours when we leave. C'mon let's hit the road, and give this nasTy cunt what he is BEGGING for. We got to reception, and Ben was still on shift. We'd known each other for years. He was a well behaved young Man. Nothing wrong with that. He said he wanted a word with me. Jim & Pete said they'd wait outside, and were stern with telling me not to keep them waiting long. - I heard what went on in the shower areas. Please tell me that wasn't you? My eyes glistened, and I smiled - Yes Ben, it was me, I know, naughty, we aren't meant to have sex in the shower areas, sorry - No, one of those guys comes here a lot. And, he is trouble. Please don't go with them. And as for what I heard went on, you can stay with me here behind the counter, and we can grab a bite to eat after my shift. And we can go to the clinic tomorrow and you can get PEP. - Thing is Ben, I don't want PEP. This is the life I have craved for years, and I am now embracing it. Thank you for caring. I know you mean well. See you next week for our Coffee & Cake afternoon we already have planned. Bye mate.

Last time I was in vegas I never left my hotel lol. So many guys came to my room security actually came by to make sure I wasn't a unregistered prositiute lol. But I love a good bookstore breeding.