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As Cody leaned over a metal folding chair, I imagined how many dirty, gay daddies like me would pay money to be in this position. Maybe others will get a turn at this kid another time. Right now, it’s my time to own this kid, destroy his innocence, and remind him that I hold his dreams and his career in my hands. With Cody leaned over and staring at the floor, I slid one hand inside the back of his tiny white briefs and slid them down to the bottom of his muscular ass. He said nothing, but I thought I heard a slight grunt. I couldn’t help but to snap a couple of photos of this nearly naked country-boy hunk with my phone, using an angle that was sure to show the side of his face with his bare ass on display. That could be valuable down the road. With Cody’s face still faced toward the floor, I pulled a small container of lube from my pocket and greased up my right middle finger – the one with the jagged nail filed into a sharp point for occasions like this. “This might sting a little at first, but you’re going to feel better soon, I promise,” I said. With my left arm across the boy’s muscular back to hold him in place, I wasted no time sliding my finger and its jagged nail against Cody’s virgin neg hole and gently pushed inward. “Holy shit,” Cody mumbled. “Jesus, fuck. What the fuck, man?” Despite his meager vocal protests, he mostly didn’t move, aside from the flinch when my rough fingernail began to scrape the inside of his young, unprotected hole. I reached into my other pocket and brought out a tiny bottle of poppers I had bought just for this occasion. I reached around to Cody’s face with my free hand and ordered him to take a few sniffs from the bottle – he didn’t question me as he inhaled about four whiffs. “Fuck. Fuck. Goddam. Uhhh,” Cody said, his voice trailing off. I could tell that he was flying and under the spell of the poppers. Now was the time to get what I needed. I pulled my finger out of his virgin butt and briefly admired the bright red negative blood that had gathered under my pointed fingernail. Not wasting time, I slid my jeans and underwear down and lubed up my hard poison cock and aimed it toward Cody’s scraped and bloodied hole. My poz precum was already adding a layer of extra lube as I pressed my thick mushroom head into his virgin ass. “Oh my god, fuck, oh my god,” Cody mumbled. “Man, I can’t do this. I’m not gay, no way. Fuck.” Still, he didn’t resist, and aside from another slight flinch, he took my raw cock like the young alpha jock that he is. I don’t think he fully realized what was happening. Within seconds, my toxic dick was all the way inside this 19-year-old country boy god and spurting poison precum into his young unprotected hole with each thrust. “Cody, this is just another level of your training. I know you can handle this. You knew you’d have to make sacrifices,” I said, not sure if he even knew who I was or where he was under the influence of the poppers. “Fuck. But you … you’ll … help me, right?” he said between his low grunts. “I will, Cody. I’m here for you,” I said. “I want what’s best for you. We’re about to change your life.” Under my breath, I whispered, “I’m about to destroy you and give you AIDS, jock boy, but I can’t stop now.” I don’t think he heard me. Maybe he did. As I steadily pumped my dirty cock inside him, I really didn’t care. As he continued to moan quietly with every thrust inside his tight, tanned ass, I leaned down and bit into his smooth neck, determined to leave a mark that would further remind us both of my power and influence over this naïve country bumpkin. After a few seconds of hearing Cody’s heightened moans while I bit into his taut, sweaty flesh, I leaned back and saw that I’d broken the skin and drawn blood. I’m not one to waste an opportunity, so I pulled my cock all the way out of his hole and scooped up the mix of my poison poz precum and the blood from his hole. As I eased my dick back into his muscled body, I smeared my virus into the open wound on his neck, determined that he will leave this locker room with my disease one way or another. (This was a little trick I learned when Daddy pozzed me. When he fucked me, he pulled out a needle and jabbed two of my fingers with it, opening wounds that he immediately covered with his poz precum. Whether that was what got me, we’ll never know.) I knew my time with Cody was limited, and I feared he would come to his senses soon, so I worked quickly to seed his unprotected hole. I built up speed and felt my load brewing fast as I held onto his sweaty, muscled shoulders. “Here you go Cody, this is part of your sacrifice on your way to the big-time,” I said as I felt my thick, dirty jizz begin to shoot into the jock boy’s negative hole. My fingers dug into his firm shoulders as my poison erupted into his bare ass, pumping my killer virus (and Daddy’s) into this young, hunky, healthy straight kid. I’ve seeded a lot of young asses in my poz journey, but the feeling of shooting my deadly toxin into Cody was on a whole new level. It was intense. He moaned a bit but was mostly quiet. “Holy fuck, oh shit. Oh shit. Did you use a condom?” I think Cody was finally realizing what happened. “You have nothing to worry about,” I assured him. “I told you I’ll take care of you.”

I grew up as a fan of pro wrestling. Maybe it was the theatrics of it all that appealed to me, or maybe the fact that it featured oiled-up muscle guys in skimpy lycra that helped me figure out at a young age I was gay. Whatever the reason, after years of watching it, I decided to get into the business side of it. For the past few years, I’ve owned and operated a pro wrestling company -- we scout and hire talent, rent the venues, sell the tickets, find sponsors, and hold events. I do this monthly, have a few friends and staff (all straight, as best I can tell) who help behind the scenes, and we make decent money from it in the process. Most of our events draw about 500 screaming, rabid, loyal fans. Yes, it’s all staged, but it’s a good time, the participants are genuine athletes, and they take it seriously. A lot of the younger ones – usually the ones in their late teens or early 20s – aspire to make wrestling a full-time job, reach the big-time (i.e. WWE), and wrestle in places like Madison Square Garden with millions of people watching them on TV. For these younger guys, they’re willing to sacrifice a lot to get a shot. They train hard, and they’re in the gym every day – and their bodies show it. Some of them really will do anything to get their shot, which is good for me and for them. Quickly, a little about me: I’m 51, white, 6-2, 190 lbs., graying hair, decent shape with decent looks and a thick, meaty cock. I came out about 15 years ago, and a poz leather daddy acquaintance of mine converted me about 5 years ago. I wasn’t chasing, and I hadn’t planned for it to happen, but once Daddy had me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, I felt powerless to stop him from breeding me. I came down with the fuck flu, and after briefly going on meds, I gave them up within a few months. I assume my viral load at this point is sky-high, which is how I intend to keep it for a while. After going off meds, I felt a transformation sexually: I went from being a vers guy with an average sex drive to being a power-hungry bareback top who stops at nothing to breed cute young guys (my weakness is the jock, college-boy type with a daddy fetish). The power of infecting a young, healthy jock is more of a rush than any drug out there. They usually either assume I’m neg and/or insist on a condom, which magically either breaks, slips off, or never even leaves the wrapper. Oops. I figure I’ve pozzed several of these naïve boys so far, and it fuels my need to find more. It turns out that the business of pro wrestling is the perfect place for it. When booking the wrestling talent for my events, I try to feature a good mix that will please the crowd and sell tickets: usually a couple of bigger, brawler types; maybe a couple of females; one or two silly, quirky types; and a few of the young, fit, boy-next-door gym bunny 20-somethings to appeal to the gays and the girls. Variety is good for ticket sales. Some of the wrestlers know I’m gay, but most probably don’t. I just don’t talk about it, and I don’t do much to make it obvious. I’ve also steered clear of being overtly flirtatious at my events, although I’m sure some of the wrestlers have caught my eyes lingering a little too long when they’re changing clothes, and I’ve been known to occasionally give away a free ticket to the particularly hot guys standing in the ticket line. But most definitely, none of them know I’m poz and carrying a potent, toxic virus ready to be shared at any moment. One of my favorites on the roster is Cody. He’s a naïve country boy who lives about an hour away, and he loves working with our company and often comes to me for advice on how to improve himself and make it to the big-time. I’ve earned his trust by working together for a while, and I’ve felt almost like a father figure to this kid since I’ve started working with him. He’s 19, single, straight, and clearly proud of his tanned, athletic body. Probably half of his pics on social media are either shirtless or gym selfies. At 5-9 and roughly 180 pounds, he looks god-like in his tight wrestling trunks, and even better post-match when he’s dripping sweat. His brown hair, amazing green eyes, and smooth, tanned, toned body make the girls and gays swoon. He’s the rare type who makes clingy spandex look good. Cody is desperate to work full-time as a wrestler and get his face in front of WWE scouts. The fact that I actually have connections to a couple of those scouts is a big, big plus for my exploits, and I made it clear to Cody that if he plays his cards right, I could put in a very good word for him and get him a tryout in front of some big-time names. I could make his dream of being on TV come true. After seeing him wrestle and lusting after him at one of my recent events, and seeing how his ass gloriously filled out his tight black trunks (with a white jock strap peeking out the sides at times), I decided to see exactly how badly he wanted that tryout and my recommendation. I asked him to come to the venue early for the next event so we could discuss his future. He accepted eagerly. As some of the crew was setting up the ring and getting things in place, Cody arrived at the venue with his gym bag in hand and found me near a set of bleachers. Wide-eyed and freshly pumped from a gym session, he was eager to hear my advice on furthering his career. We walked to the locker room (still empty for another hour or so) and stepped into an adjacent storage room, where we found two chairs. I arranged them so that we’d be facing each other, and we began to chat. His gold, mesh gym shorts and white t-shirt showed off his tan muscled legs, broad shoulders, and athletic chest, and I tried to not stare. Besides, I’d be seeing him naked within minutes.

First off, I did a stupid thing. I let my dick overrule my head, and I broke quarantine and got fucked. I feel like an asshole, but that's not the part you want to hear about. The young, hung black guy who has been fucking me since Christmas hit me up. It had been 7 weeks to the day since we last hooked up because of logistics, quarantine, and other crap. I was unsure, but he was persistent. He plied me with just the right dirty talk until I gave in and agreed to meet up at a cheap motel in between our two towns. The fact that I hadn't had any dick for 6 weeks probably figured into this. Anyway, we met up like we normally do. It was a little awkward at first because we hadn't seen each other in a while. He lives in Texas, and he is no longer working from home (I mean his work has reopened). I got the impression he has still been hooking up some, so I was a lot more eager. He was affectionate, but he still seemed a little more distant than usual. I sucked his big cock for a long time while he smoked a blunt occasionally offering me a hit. He kept telling me to "get it real wet." Eventually, he put me in doggie position and rimmed the hell out of me. Then he eased into me with just spit for lube ("jailhouse lube" he called it). I opened up quickly, and we fucked like this for 5 minutes or so. "Okay, I am ready to get rough. Let me get you some real lube." He greased himself with Vaseline (his favorite), and he went to town. For a good two hours we fucked in dozens of positions. I am pretty sure this was the hardest I have ever been fucked, but every moment was nothing but pleasure. We did have to take a break to get the A/C running; it hadn't felt warm before we got busy. At one point, he had me on top riding him, and he told me to stop moving. I realized he was fighting not to cum, and it looked like he had let himself almost get too close. After that he started having a hard time staying rock hard. He started doing what he did the last time this happened - giving me incredibly complicated directions (put your left elbow down, bend your right leg but keep the left one straight, tilt your hips just this way). I always find it confusing and frustrating when this happens. I finally had to tell him, "I'm a fat, 56-year-old man. I cannot twist myself every which way and hold those positions comfortably." He got pretty sulky. We took a break and smoked some more. I went back to sucking his dick even though I had cottonmouth something awful. I sucked him for 30-45 minutes while he pouted and looked at his phone. I got him hard twice, but he didn't seem to be able to sustain it. When he got rock hard the third time, I looked up and he was staring at me. "I was pretty irritated with you before. What I am asking you to do isn't hard. You are just making it hard. But if you can suck me this long without bitching, I guess I should forgive you." He put us into doggy, and he slowly worked his way up to an orgasm yelling "Take... that...nutt!" By this time, our 3 hours were almost up. We quickly got cleaned up. He hugged and kissed me goodbye. I asked if we were good now. He said we were, and we should do this again sometime soon.

Prior to this happening I thought I was 1000% straight but my roommate completely changed that. I've gone into painstaking detail because this is all I've been able to think about lately. It's completely true. This is what happened ... I live in a two bedroom condo with a roommate, Greg. He posted an ad almost a year ago looking for a roommate, I needed a place to live, and he seemed like a cool guy so it was an easy match. Greg has lots of gorgeous female friends and has been an awesome wingman so it has been a really good year haha. Anyway, in my city, they are taking serious measures during lockdown and so for the most part everyone is staying home. Being a single guy not able to go out and meet women this means I've been jerking off way more often. About a week ago Greg caught me jerking off, which honeslty wasn't the first time but its never not embarrassing. I thought I had some alone time because he had gone to the grocery store. Greg jokingly said that he could help me out if I wanted and walked out of my room. Over the next day or so we pretended like nothing happened. We were sitting on the couch in the living room one night smoking a joint, talking about how we couldn't wait for quarentine to be over so we could get back to normalcy. We both complained about how long it's been since we've had any type of sexual interaction and Greg mentioned he was serious about what he said the other day. Mentioning "not trying to make anything weird or whatever ... I like sucking dick, you like getting your dick sucked ... I'm just so horny, you know? Plus, you wouldn't be the first straight I've hooked up with". I stared at him for a bit in silence. My dick starting to swell in my jeans. I took another hit and started to unbuckle my belt. Greg laugh, "you don't need much convincing haha" licked his lips on got on his knees. I laughed too. "You ruined my jerk session the other day, I haven't cum in weeks so you owe me". He pulled me jeans completely off. My dick was semi-hard already and streching my boxer-briefs. He pulled my boxers down next just enough that my package was out. He started by jerking me slowly while he licked my balls. My toes instantly curlled and my cock immediately hit full mast. Greg worked my balls for a bit until I was dripping precum and then took my entire shaft down his throat. Honestly one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. He edged me for what felt like forever. I told him I was going to cum if he touched me again. Greg asked if I liked getting my ass licked. I told him it's never happened before. He pulled my boxers completely off, pulled my hips to the edge of the couch and slowly licked my clenched hole. It felt so good and with each lick I could feel my ass relax. As I started to moan and my cock pulsed, Greg knew I was going to shoot my load. He licked from my asshole, up my balls, to my shaft and started to deepthroat me again. I don't know what came over me but I wanted him to keep playing with my ass so I told him to finger my ass while he sucked me. He slide one finger into my ass and I shot the biggest load of my life into his warm mouth. He swallowed every drop. I was speechless. I stood up, thanked him and told him how amazing that was. "We should definitely do that again". For the next couple of days, this continued. He would blow me once or twice a day, eat my ass, and finger my hole. I started to give him handjobs to return the favour, and since he is hairless, I also would lick his ass. Yesterday, we were hooking up again in his room. It started with him sitting on my face while he sucked my dick. Greg sat back spreading his cheeks and helping my tongue push deep into his ass. He commanded me to bend over so he could fuck my ass with his tongue. I got on all fours, dripping precum onto his sheets. He grabbed my ass very firmly and pressed his tongue as deep as he could into me. I let out a loud moan and reached back to help push his face into my ass. Greg pulled back to get some air. "You like getting your ass tongue fucked?" he said, more a statement than a question really. "Yeah, so fucking much" I faintly responded. Greg grabbed my cock much more forcefully than he ever had and began to stroke me quickly. He licked and sucked my balls agressively for a moment, spit onto my asshole and then slide a finger, all the way to his knuckle, into me. I let out a loud gasp. "Holy fuck!" I moaned. I couldn't finish my thought but it felt so fucking good. Greg was not gentle with me now. He fingered my ass hard and spanked me hard with his other hand. I was panting like I had just run a marathon at this point and encouraging him, "harder .... faster ... don't stop". Greg put another finger in my ass. "Oh god, fuck ... fuck ... yes" I moaned. "Do you want me to fuck your tight ass baby?" Greg asked. I still wasn't able to form sentences or really process what was going on. Yes! Was the answer but I couldn't get the words out. Instead, I just reached back and spread my cheeks for him. Greg reached around to make me suck his fingers that were just in me. I latched on without a second thought. Then, he licked my ass for a minute before slowly pressing his cock into me. It was much, much bigger than his fingers. I clenched up at first, but quickly relaxed and pressed back against him. "Fuck, you're so tight" he said. Once his cock was all the way inside of me, he held it there for a moment. I could feel it flexing inside of me, it was so much more intense than him fingering me over the last week. Greg started with slow, shallow thrusts, responding to every gasp, moan, and whimper coming from me. As I relaxed more he went faster and faster, each stroke longer and longer. I was face down on his bed, with my ass in the air egarly taking his cock. It was a little bigger than average but felt enormous inside of me. I starred into his closet mirror so I could watch him pounding me while he spanked me hard, leaving hot hand prints on my cheek. "What the fuck am I doing?" I thought, and "why does this feel so fucking good?". "Get on your back" was his next command. I obeyed. I laid on my back with my legs hanging off the side of his bed. He stood at the end, grabbed my hips and put my legs over his shoulders. This is my favorite position to fuck girls in and now I was on the receiving end of what I knew was going to be a hard, fast fucking. I was nervous. It somehow seemed more intimate now that we were going to be looking at each others faces. I was also hoping I didn't cum to quick. My dick got soft when we switched positions but as soon as Greg was balls deep inside me, I was rock hard again. It was just as rough of a fucking as I expected. Within a minute or two I started to uncontrollably shoot my load all over my chest. Greg quickly grabbed my cock and pointed it at my mouth. I felt my thick, hot cum hit my face, and slowly opened my eyes and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out as far as I could to catch my load. I don't know what I expected cum to taste like but I was surprised. It wasn't good or bad, it didn't really taste like anything and I kind of like the texture. Honestly I don't get why some people don't swallow ... anyway ... Greg pumped me for another couple of minutes. The entire time, my dick stayed hard and was leaking cum. I knew watching me taste my load turned him on so I wiped my cum off my chest and licked my fingers clean. "I'm going to cum" Greg panted. "Cum in my ass!" I begged. I felt each huge pulse of cum shoot inside of me. His load felt good but I really liked how his cock felt swelling each time he shot his load into me. Greg slowly slid his cock of out my ass and I could feel his load dripping out of me as well. Without breaking eye-contact, I moved towards him and took his cock into my mouth for the first time, cleaning him up. He fingered my cum filled ass while I suck his dick and then let me suck his fingers clean too. We laid in bed together, naked, sweaty, and me still drenched in both of our loads. We were silent aside of our heavy breathing. I asked how often "straight" guys let him fuck them, he laughed and just said "you would be surprised". I asked how often he gets fucked by "straight" guys and just replied "not enough". We showered separately (getting cum out of my ass for the first time is something I needed to do alone haha) but Greg said I could sleep in his room tonight if I wanted. I did. We slept naked. This morning, I woke Greg up by sucking his cock. Before letting him cum it was my turn to pound his ass. Up until recently I've never considered myself bi, but I guess I am. I don't find guys attractive oddly enough but I enjoy cock quite a lot. Greg's a slut haha so I don't think things are going to get weird between us, we're just fuck buddies now. I'm still ready for quarantine to be over but am looking forward to more nights like last night while we wait.

As the poppers snaked into my body and Milos took the length of my throbbing cock to the back of his throat I felt Toby’s arm slide further out of my arse then before. I moaned, not from the fear of losing it completely but of how it felt as he pushed the length of it back into my cunt, flexing his forearms in perfect harmony to the fingers in his fist, using his thumb to push against the lining of my anal passage. I also moaned because I knew, even after he’d worked my arse, when he pulled out I’d still be tight. Sure, I’d push my bud out and moan as the boys took turns to kick and chew on it but I knew that their cocks would still feel the warm tightness of my cunt, marvel at how tight it still felt and then feel the urge to fuck it open. If I let them. Milos was mesmerised. His face dropped between my legs. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was licking Toby’s arm as it slid in and out. Tasting the deep liquor of my cunt juices. Savouring it. As I leaned up to take two more huffs, I watched as Michael gripped Toby’s shoulders and twisted him round to egg him in between deep, sloppy kisses. I watched. Incredibly turned on by the intimacy of the scene. Toby in my guts, the deep snogging and Milos licking my shaft, milking the constant stream of precum. Michael pulled away and pushed Toby’s head forward so he could feast on my balls as he continued to push his forearm in and out. Toby greedily sucked each sweaty globe into his mouth, swirling it between his teeth before licking the space under my sack and above my hole. There was concentrated silence as we all focused on the intense feeling that we were experiencing. All except Michael. He was standing back, and as I watched he was slowly jacking his massive tool. It had never looked so big, hard and dripping. His precum so sticky that it was dropping in gobs, which he was collecting in his hand and using to lather his ever hardening cock. As I watched he picked up a bottle of fresh poppers, ripped off the label and took a series of deep huffs. Let’s all admit it - Nothing better than that first hit from a fresh bottle. The heady freshness that makes your cock jumped to attention and spurt precum. The way it makes your balls tighten. The black spots before you eyes. Fucking fantastic. I watched in slow motion as Michael leaned forward to ruffle Toby’s hair. Playfully. Like dad and son. I watched as he stepped in the kiss Toby again gently. Tongues entwined. Like lovers. I watched as he guided Toby’s nose to the fresh poppers and exhorted him to take deep hits. I watched as he guided Toby’s innocent face back to my faces, urging him to lick and suck on then. As I watched, I took deep huffs. As I watched I raised my hips to push my cock deep into Milos’ mouth and to give Toby complete access to the deepest part of my guts. And then I watched as Michael, with the stealth and agility that should have defied his massive, muscular frame, swooped down and ripped his cock into Toby’s unsuspecting, tight and unlubed hole. Before he could react, Michael has pushed his face into balls, stifling his screams and was raping his ginger cunt. Toby was trapped. His arm in my cunt. His cunt was impaled in Michael’s massive, toxic tool. There was nowhere for him to go. Every deep thrust of michael’s cock ricocheted up his body, down his arm, into my guts and up my cock and down Milos’ throat. It was a perfect union. Pounding, forced fucking of cock to arse, arm to cunt, cock to throat in sequence. Toby, pulling away from my sweaty bollocks was literally begging Michael to stop. Michael just redoubled his efforts, slapping Toby’s head hard and pushing him back down. Toby was buckling under the assault. I could feel his fist clenched so hard in my guts, ramming in deeper, delivering that delicious feeling of pain I so craved. How did Michael know this would happen? Or was he just desperate to fuck a cunt hole? I didn’t care. I was lost in the agony and ecstasy of pain and pleasure. The intensity of thinking that at any moment my guts would collapse. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as Michael let out a shout and blew his wad into Toby’s guts. Deeper than ever before. As Toby felt the gush of poison seed explode in his body he gave one final push, hitting my prostate with such force and suddenness that I unexpectedly blew my own was down Milos’ throat. As I continued to spew cum, Toby collapsed between my legs, pulling his arm from my hole. Milos wasted no time and slipped in behind him, burying his face in my hole. Michael, leaning over Toby’s wrecked body, pushed Milos into my mound. Looking at me, he smiled and winked. Cock still hard, he dragged Toby to his feet, kissed him gently, chuckled, lovingly smacked the side of his head and walked him to the shower. Milos pulled himself up my body and lay on top of me. His hairy sweaty weight felt good, our cocks still hard rubbed together gently as he kissed me. My hand dropped to his arse and gently tweaked his hole as our tongues entwined. His hand pulled and rugged on my balls. A distant yell erupted from the bathroom. We chuckled. Michael was clearly hard again and fucking Toby. I got up and pulled Milos by the hand towards the slapping and moaning sounds coming from the bathroom.

Don't feel bad @drscorpio. I gave in as well. Although in my case it was with a buddy who has been in the same situation as me. We both have been staying at home for weeks and only go out for grocery shopping. He's an honest guy so I believe him when he says that. He's also a very sexy guy. A lot younger than me. Big meaty cock and multicummer. Vers top. Before the corona thing we had a sex date once every week. We have been texting for weeks and last night I was too horny and gave in to his hints to get together. It was fucking hot. His mojo is to shoot a first load within minutes and then continue to fuck for a second. Took him a while to get to his second load and I blasted my load all over my bed. We took a long break and chatted about the situation we're going through. Only needed to suck a short while before he was hard again and he went for it again. Felt like he was pumping my hole forever. Had one of the most powerful orgasms I can remember before he dumped his third. We were both pretty exhausted after that. I did feel a bit guilty afterwards but damn I needed that! We will probably see more of each other after this, social distancing or not. But he will be the only one I'm meeting with.

My last load was a half hour ago. Saw Grindr post from truck driver parking over night at a truck stop not too far from me. We chatted and he was looking for some one to come by the truck stop and hook up in his truck. He sent me a photo of his truck and told me where he was parked. 30 minutes later I was knocking of his trucks door. A gruff voice said ya come in. I climbed into the truck and he was laying in the bed in the sleeper naked watching porn and stocking his uncut dick. He said suck it, I crawled on the bed and started suck his big cock as he worked his hand down my jeans and started to play with my hole. His cock, balls and crotch smelled musky and sweating. The smell was intoxicating. He was heavy set hairy daddy. Some how he managed to get my jeans off while I was working his crotch with my mouth and tongue. I pulled off my shirt and was clad only in my old musky jock strap as he fingered my hole with his spit slicked fingers. We switched around into a 69 position with me on top as a worked his cock, he went after my ass with his tongue and fingers. This drove me wild. As he worked more fingers in my hole he was sucking and licking my cock and balls. I continued to work his cock with my mouth, it was all spit soaked and slick. With his efforts my ass was opening and needed some cock. While moaning I yelled out please fuck me. He said ya I am gonna breed that ass. He pushed me off him saying he wanted some ass. He reached for some poppers and lube on the counter. He told me to get up on all 4s and present my ass to him. He handed the poppers I took a big wif as did he. He continued to eat my ass and finger fuck me, he was sticking his tongue in as far as he could. I was ready to be fucked and begged him to put it in my. He lubed his cock and squirted some lube at the top of my ass while stroking his cock and fingering my ass. He rubbed his big mushroom head over my hole and said you want this, tell me you want my raw cock. I said please give me that raw cock and breed my hole. You got it he said and he pushed in rough balls deep in one stoke. I was not ready for that and screamed out in pain, my ass felt like it was on fire. He said shut up and take it, he pulled out slowly and rammed back in knocking the breath out of me. Slowly he started taking short stokes working up speed really pounding my hole. His cock was starting to feel good going in and out. As he pounded my ass I was feeling good and sweat was dripping off his body onto mine, the smell was intoxicating. He varied his strokes from short to fast and deep dick to just slight movement in and out. This went on for 10 minutes until he picked up his pace and starting pounding deep. He started breathing fast and moaning he was gonna cum and breed my ass. With a grunt he shoots take my load bitch he says. I feel the warm cum up my ass. As he softens he pulls out and lays back on the bed telling me he loved my ass. The truck smells of sex, cum and sweat. I thank him for the load and get dressed. As I go to leave he leans over and says he will look me up next time his passes through. I climb out of the truck keeping my ass tight so his load won’t leak out. As I drive home, cum dripping from my ass I think I didn’t even get his name just his load.

I asked Cody about his career, his “real” job outside of wrestling, his dating life. His answers: He wanted to be a full-time wrestler since he was a kid; his real job sucked, and he did it only to pay the bills; and his girlfriend broke up with him about a month earlier, partly because of his wrestling schedule. She hated it. All these answers were just about perfect to me as he sat there leaning back in the metal folding chair, legs partly spread open, arms behind his head, likely unaware that my own cock was hard, leaking, and eager to pump highly charged seed into his tight butt. “Cody, I’ll be honest with you,” I said. “Seems like we both need something, but I think we can help each other. I can get you that tryout you want, and I can put in a good word for you and give you a strong recommendation, but I need something in return.” “Yes sir, of course,” he said. “I’ll do anything.” Cody had always shown proper respect to his elders, always with the “sir,” “ma’am,” “thank you,” and all that. I could tell it was the result of a strict Southern upbringing. I couldn’t imagine what his family would think right now. If they were smart, they’d tell him to run. “Take off your shirt,” I said. He looked confused, but he didn’t say a word as he stood up and lifted off his shirt. Jokingly, he flexed his biceps and nervously laughed. His chest and stomach were tanned, smooth, and more muscular than I’d remembered. Damn, this kid really had been hitting the gym. “Which gear did you bring tonight?” I asked, glancing toward his gym bag on the floor. Wrestlers typically bring a variety of wrestling gear, wrist tape, boots, and shower supplies. Cody walked to his gym bag, unzipped it, and sat it down on the chair in front of me. I began going through to see exactly what I wanted him wearing when I fucked him. Two pair of boots. A variety of wrist tape. Several knee pads and kick pads. Two jock straps, one white and one black. And several pair of spandex wrestling trunks in a variety of colors. And a pair of small, white, thin cotton underwear – most wrestlers wear this extra layer under their gear during a match, because it helps minimize the outline of their cock and balls and adds another layer in cast of a “wardrobe malfunction.” I took the pair of small white underwear and handed to Cody. “Put these on,” I said. He hesitated but didn’t say anything. “You do the favor for me, and I do the favor for you that could make you a star,” I reminded. Without a word, and without even looking me in the eyes, Cody took the white underwear, turned away from me, and slid off his gym shorts and the gray jockstrap he wore underneath. For the first time, I saw his bare ass – tanned from hours in the tanning bed, tight from hours in the gym, and showing the slightest dusting of fuzz. He pulled the thin white material over his ass and fidgeted to adjust his cock and balls in the tight material. A couple of seconds later, he turned around to face me. My dick shot to full attention inside my jeans. Cody was perfection and wearing just about as little as possible: The white material was skin-tight and a little more flimsy and see-through than I’d imagined, and it showed the length of his slight treasure trail that went from his naval to the top of his cock. His pubes, slightly visible through the thinness of the material, were clearly trimmed short, but not shaved. His cock leaned to the left. It looked surprisingly thick and obviously was cut, based on the clear outline of the bulging mushroom head. His balls perfectly accented the overall package for a jock his size and age. “So, you’re just going to take some pics I guess?” he finally asked after several seconds of my gawking. “Cody,” I said as he stood there, nearly nude and vulnerable. “Think about all the sacrifices you’ve made the past few years to try and get where you want to be. All those hours of training, hours in the gym, hours driving to events. This is going to be one of the easiest sacrifices you’ve ever made, and it might be the one that finally gets you on that national stage. “Now bend over for me, boy.”

There are actually 3 criteria. You have to meet all three thresholds to progress to the next level. I don't discuss how they work in order to prevent people from gaming the system.

I was working in my shop alone on Friday when I got a message on bbrts from a guy looking for a cum dump bottom. He asked if I liked black cock of course my answer was YES! So we exchanged a couple messages and I gave him my address. He showed up in about 20 minutes. I let him in, locked up and we went to the back of the shop, turned out the lights and he took little time to strip naked when he did I looked down and stared at his 9 1/2" BBC I found myself both excited and a little worried because I hadn't taken a monster like that in a while. He ordered me to strip and get on my knees which I quickly did. He then ordered me to suck his Nigga dick ( his words not mine) It wasn't long before he was fucking my face hard calling me names. After what seemed like 15 min of getting face fucked he ordered me up and bent me over the desk, spit on my hole and proceeded to sink his BBC in me Raw. Not gonna lie it hurt a bit and I started pulling away from him of which he was having none of that! He grabbed me by the hips, said get back here bitch and pulled me back till he was balls deep! After a few minutes I was stretched out enough to were the pain went away and I started really enjoying it like the slut I am! I found myself throwing my ass back on him telling him to fuck me hard and make me his bitch! He fucked me for at least 20 min before I heard him start to breath heavy. Now we never discussed each others status so I didn't know if he was Neg or Poz but I got the answer when he grunted and said take my tox load bitch! I threw my ass back and he held me tight and shot a huge load into my guts. He stayed inside me a minute, pulled out and made me lick him clean. He got dressed told me to keep an eye out for his messages because he was coming back for more! He showed himself out while I got dressed. I spent the rest of the day with a smile on my face as I continued to feel his load slowly dripping out of me. Now I have a new strain swimming in me me and I cant wait for him to message me again 😊

Long time reader, first time writer here. About me: I am a 30 year old guy, average build, 6c cock, vers bottom. I have only ever barebacked, no pull outs. I recently got married, but I love to play around on the side. Say what you want and I don't need comments about what's right and wrong. The purpose of this story is to hopefully help get you off. Anyways, it's a huge turn on knowing I take loads without him knowing or his approval. Our sex life is good, but very vanilla. I've tried to do threesomes with him, but it's of no use. So I play around sometimes when I get the chance. Anyways, onto the story: Last week, I got off work and was horny as fuck. I hopped on Grindr to see who was around and got hit up by this hot 40 year old Italian guy who needed his dick sucked really badly. Now, I needed to get home to my husband but I had some time to kill so I went over to this guy's apartment. I walked in and immediately stripped naked. I walked into his living room and found him naked and hard on the couch, so I got down on my knees and put is 7 inch cock in my mouth. He was leaking precum and it tasted so good. I licked the precum off his dick and started to makeout with him. He pinched my nipples and I don't think my dick could've gotten any harder. I love having my nipples played with. Now, after being at work for sometime, I know I probably didn't smell the greatest, but this guy lifts my arms and licks my sweaty pits. Fucking sexy! We continue to makeout, and he sees my wedding ring on my finger. I ask if that's ok, and he says it doesn't matter, and it's a huge turn on to fuck someone's husband. We never mentioned fucking, I was strictly there to blow him, but I am always down to bottom. I tell him that he should send me home with a nice, warm load in my ass, and he tells me to bend over. No condoms mentioned at all, he starts to tease my hole. I feel him spit in my tight hole and he slides his raw dick in. I'm tight as hell, but so turned on that eventually it goes in pretty easily. He starts pumping and we makeout as he takes me from behind. I know neither of us will last long and after 10 pumps into my tight hole he starts moaning and telling me he's going to cum. I tell him to breed my hole and it sends him over the edge. As he's breeding me, I start to cum a huge load onto his bed sheets. When we're done, he stays in me and we makeout some more. Eventually he pulls out, scoops some of my cum off the sheets and tastes it. We make out with my cum for a few minutes and then I get dressed and head for home. We've made plans to hookup after I get off work. I really hope to see him again.

I thought I would give writing a shot, since I am observing social distancing during the pandemic and am stuck at home with blue balls. Let me know if you like it and I will continue. Prologue: Pre-Orgy Warm Up My inbox had a notice for a 3 day porn star/amateur party, promising more than 50 porn stars in attendance, at a resort in a well known gay vacation area. I immediately sent in my reservation to attend, and made plans not to cum for a few days before the start of the event. That Friday finally arrived and I headed off on my drive to the resort. I pulled off at the rest area just before arriving at the resort, since it was only 3:30 and the orgy wasn't supposed to start until 6. I decided to see if I could have some pre-orgy fun and collect a few loads before the porn star orgy. This rest area had 2 separate restroom building, one of which was much closer to the truck parking area, so I got out of my car and walked over to the trucker side. When I entered I found 3 stalls with only the one on the end occupied, so naturally I picked the middle one. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it had a glory hole on both sides. Before I could even get my pants down a finger came through the hole from the occupied stall, so I accepted the invitation and stuck my hardening cock through and soon felt a warm wet mouth. After about 5 minutes I pulled out and motioned for him to let me have a taste of his cock. I soon had a semi-hard thin cock pushed through the glory hole and I started slurping up his tasty precum but unfortunately he was not getting hard enough to penetrate my ass for the first fuck of the day. After a couple of minutes he pulled out and motioned for me to stick my cock back through. This time he backed his, loose wet ass up on my now rock hard cock and started fucking himself on it. Since I did not want to cum before the orgy, luckily just as I was getting close to blowing my 5 day load in his slutty hole, we were interrupted. Our interruption took the last stall, and as I watched through the glory hole a hairy beefy looking trucker started to jack off. I quickly motioned for him to stick his very hairy average sized cock through the hole. Once he did, I started got started licking and sucking his slightly ripe cock fully hard, and the guy I had just been fucking watched through the hole from his stall. Not wanting the 1st guy, who I now knew was a skinny twink to be left out, I stood up and backed my horny hole up on his cock which was just long enough to poke my joy spot when he was fully inserted, and motioned for the twink to let me suck him while I rode the truckers cock. Although the twink never got fully hard, he fed me a tasty load in less than 5 minutes and left. The trucker continued to fuck me until he unloaded what felt like a huge load up my slutty ass, unfortunately I did not get him to stick his cock back through for a post breeding tongue bath. I waited around for a bit and jumped on the hookup apps, to increase my chances a scoring another load before the party. After a few minutes I noticed a total top guy online that I had hooked up with before, he had bred me in his carport one night when I was on my way to an orgy. I hit him up, and made arrangements for him to fuck me again. I headed over to his house knowing that unfortunately we couldn't repeat the carport scene, since it was broad daylight this time. He is a hot hairy middle aged red head, and he greeted me at the door wearing only loose fitting shorts and pulled me into his living room before kissing me. He pushed me toward the couch and pulled out his cock, saying “get your mouth on it.” As soon as he was fully hard he pulled out, kissed me again before pulling my shorts and boxers down, lifting my legs and sticking his tongue up my already cummy hole. When he found my creampie, he commented “you've been having some fun already.” He then stood up and shoved his 8 inch moderately thick cock straight up my slutty hole. He gave me a hard fucking for 10 minutes, raking my prostate with every stroke forcing me to concentrate hard not to cum, until he add his load to my slutty creampie, kissed me and asked me to clean up the mess I made on his cock. I gladly cleaned off his cock and licked all of the fuck sweat from his balls before we kissed one last time before I left for the resort. Chapter 1: Arrival Orgy with the Porn Stars I arrived at the resort checked into my room and stripped down to just a jock, headed immediately to the main play room. There were probably 50 guys in the play room in various stages of sucking and fucking, glancing around I saw several porn stars that I easily recognized. I looked around and saw Logan Stevens laying by himself on one of the platforms, with a rock hard cock but looking satisfied and like he was resting, so I smiled at him and he smiled back which I took as an invitation and went over to him. Without even saying hi, he pulled me in for a kiss. I eagerly kissed him back and began feeling up his beautifully furry beefy blond body, and eventually asked him “if he was having fun” when we came up for air. He said yes and flipped around so that his face was next to my rock hard uncut cock and his rock hard uncut cock was in my face. Both of us instantly engulfed the tasty looking cocks we were presenting each other, he was nice and wet under his foreskin, but I didn't taste any ass on that delicious fuck pole. After a few minutes of rolling around sucking each other I had him on his back and pulled his legs back to find his gorgeous hair rimmed hole slightly gaping and oozing cum. I commented “you have been having fun,” before diving in with my tongue and moving so that he had full view of my very similar looking hole. He responded with a muffle “yes, a guy bred me just before I saw you. I see you have been too,” as his tongue mined my ass for cum. We 69ed and rolled each other over a few times enjoying each others cocks and creampied assholes before coming up for a creampie swapping kiss. Once we broke the kiss he said “how about letting me fuck you 1st, since your cock tastes like it has already been up an ass.” I happily rolled fully over onto my back while raising my legs so he could get his blunt uncut fuck stick up my slutty well used hole. I squirted a huge amount of precum as I felt him push his dick head against my hole, using my semi tight ring to push his foreskin back as the dripping wet dick of one of my favorite porn stars breached my ass and grazed my prostate on the way in. Once he was fully in he bent down and stuck his tongue down my throat and started fucking me hard. After few minutes, he pulled out and said my turn before laying back and presenting me his hole to me the same way I had a few minutes before. So while marveling at the similarity of our furry blonde bodies and big uncut cocks I placed my slightly pointier cock head at his younger cum filled entrance and used him the same way he had just used me. After flipping around several times and fucking each other in multiple positions I looked up from plowing him on his back and found my self, face to cock with a tall moderately hairy middle aged brunette that was getting plowed while standing from Antonio Biaggi. I continued to fuck Logan while mesmerized by Antonio's huge swinging balls between his fuckees legs. The guy Antonio was fucking became aware of the situation and pushed his nice 7 inch dick into my hungry mouth. Eventually Logan and I switched again with me on my back and the guy Antonio was fucking above me in the 69 position, giving me a spectacular view of the humongous balls slapping against his taint. I was soon alternating between sucking the bottoms cock, balls and hole, and licking Antonio's bull balls as they slapped the bottoms taint. After a few minutes the guy fed me his delicious load just as Logan filled my hole with his cum. Logan, however wasn't done and asked me if he could have my load too. He got on his hands and knees and as I entered him Antonio came around and shoved his monster uncut cock up my now very well used hole, and I was soon experiencing that awesome uncut latin cock in my hole while his bull balls slapping my taint. His hairy chest was against my back while I was sandwiched between 2 of my favorite porn stars. I could not last long in that situation and was soon breeding Logan with my cum. He quickly flipped around and cleaned my cock before leaving to find another guy, but not before thanking me and exchanging room numbers with me so we could hooku for more fun before the week end was over. Antonio briefly pulled out and said “if you want more, get down and suck my cock.” So I sucked him for a few minutes before he said “get that ass up here,” and proceeded to eat my now pleasantly throbbing ass. After a few more minutes he ordered me to “sit on it.” Eventually he pushed me over on to my back and asking, “you want me leche papi?” I eagerly begged him to breed me and was soon filled with Antonio's hot load. He pulled out and presented me with his cock and balls to clean before saying thanks, and heading off for more fun. While I was definitely not finished for the night, I decided I need to take a break and find something to eat before my next adventure.

i've written this one a few places on this site, but one of the most unplanned sexual encounters i have had was while i was driving down the street in my truck, going to the hardware store. A guy pulled up next to me and looked over and our eyes met. That's it, just our eyes, and he pulled forward and in front of me... and i followed. He pulled into a Burger King parking lot and went into the restaurant, i think He may have glanced behind to see if i was following, i don't remember. He went into the BK restroom and i followed close behind. Once inside, He locked the door behind me and, without a word, undid and dropped my jeans and underwear, turned me around while taking HIs hard cock from His own jeans, bent me over and aplied spit and rammed His cock into me. i gasped, and took it, oh hell yeah. It didn't take Him long to bust inside me, and in a flash He zipped up , unlocked the door and left me standing there bent over with His cum dripping out of my ass. i came to myself and locked the door, pulled my jeans up from around my ankles, unlocked the door and left. i've had other experiences at cruising parks that were similar, no words, just sex. So much better than an online hook up. There was a park i Virginia that had a bridge, i'd stand mid way on the bridge pretending to look at the water at dusk, when you couldn't quite be sure that you were seeing what you saw. It was a cruisy place, so not completely "unexpected," but i'd wait till i saw a guy enter the bridge at the end, then lower my shorts just enough to show some ass... if i could hear the guy pause to look as he walked past, i'd lower them a little more as an invite. i've lost count of the number of times a guy would come over, pull my shorts down around my ankles and breed me bent over the rail of the bridge, then zip up and continue His walk when done.

You don't have to bare your assets to attract attention

From 1973-1982 going to the clubs and parties was a time I can't forget as you would walk into a place,, and someone was getting fisted. The smell of poppers in the air and the grunts and grones was a sound of heaven. With me being a bottom, it was me would put on a cross to be a flogged or whip to my back or ass. Back then is how you did a warm-up in the Gay Leather community then be put in bondage on some piece of equipment to be tortured, fucked, fisted, or pissed on. At the Vault, they had 4th floors, and someone new asked what they had a bathtub in the middle of the room, I told him to hang around you will see. Later that night, a slave was brought put in the tub, and everyone pissed on him, calling him a faggot as the gang was pissing on him, telling him to open his mouth and drink it. Then he was taken over to the bench strapped down, and everyone got the chance to fuck, by the time it was my turn to fuck his hole was so creamy with cum as back then who used condoms. If you had an STD, you would get a shot or some pills, and in a week or two, you were ok. Being on the floor of these clubs was the last place you wanted to be looking back on it today, but then you had no problem as it was covered with cum, pis., and always sticky. The first time I was fisted, Harry took me to Hellfire; at the time, I did not know he was going to fist me, but I knew something was going to happen that night. I get there, and we are all greeting each other, having a drink. I'm in my leather harness and chaps; as the sling is empty, Harry says to jump in, and they start to strap me down tight, so I won't be able to move. I thought Harry is going to fuck me, but when I see a few cans of Crisco open up. Harry and a few friends are around me and welcoming me to the club of the Red Hanky. Most people would use a few fingers to open my hole, but Harry, with a few friends, spat on my ass hole and started to fuck me as hard and fast as they can as poppers are under my nose. I'm in pig heaves as load after load deposited into my ass. Harry says that enuff for the faggot to get fisted as the Crisco is smeared over my hole and with four fingers with the Crisco and cum making the rest of his hand to go in deep as the rest of the gang cheered Harry on to go deeper and to wreck my hole as that night there was some tourist in the club that night, so it egged me on to put on a show as I started screaming to wreck my ass. The others in our group were spitting on me, calling me all kinds of names. In those years, I was a real pig you could whip me until I was bleeding then fuck or fist me all night long.

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.

As Mike sat in the back of the car blind folded, his cock hard and leaking precum into his boxer briefs. He reflected back to where his desire for another mans cock all started. Remembering at the age of 14 with his best friend on a camping trip, showing each other their cocks. His buddy kneeling in front of him and taking him into his mouth and giving him his first blow job. Being so turned on that he wanted to know what it felt like to give one too. Returning the favor he took his best buds cock into his mouth and got his first taste of cock and the musky taste of his first precum. His first time getting fucked (total disaster). To meeting Bill, who would teach him how to take cock and only bare cock. After training his hole for cock, giving him his first load of cum. Mike was completely hooked after feeling Bills load inside of him. It was also Bill that encouraged him to start letting other men fuck him, telling mike that he was made for taking cock, and he should share his ass with other men. But to always remember. Bare only and no wasted loads. This of course led to taking anon loads over the years. All the different hotel rooms, bed rooms, parks, and book stores. Mike never contracted anything. He knew that he would eventually be pozzed with all the anon loads he took, but he always had the desire deep down that when it happened, he wanted to know when, where, and who it happened with. He knew that once he opened his hole to a cock he was giving himself over to the top and to his desires and needs. So when it came to when he was going to be converted, he wanted to have that little bit of control. The area that Mike lived in was very conservative. Plenty of guys liked to fuck and suck. But anyone that was poz was also on meds. So if he wanted a viral load he would have to travel for it. Such was life he thought laughing. One night her was on BZ reading the “Your last load” posts and stroking a little when he jumped into the Bug Chasing section. Even Knowing there wouldn’t be any grifters in his area, he looked anyway. He was looking through the posts when one in particular caught his eye. “Insemination Service Available”. Intrigued, he clicked on it.

In the age of iPhones and apps, I had completely off cruising in rest areas. I did it throughout my 20s, but then it was replaced with online options and later apps. So when I stopped at a rest area yesterday for a quick pee, I was surprised to find guys cruising in the restroom. Surprised and EXHILARATED. It’s a rest area fairly close to my home, so I have never stopped there before. But I was running errands and, with most places shut down for the pandemic, I didn’t want to rely on chance because I needed to take a whiz fast. The rest area is along 495 outside Boston, so it sees a lot of activity, even with the reduced traffic due to the shutdown. I ran in quickly, the musty smell of a public restroom sheathed in concrete with too little ventilation quickly reminded me of being 20 and discovering this [banned word] cruising ground. There were two older guys hanging out at the urinals. I didn’t think much of it at first, but once I was in position I left the sexual tension in the air, and caught a sidelong glance at my cock from the guy on my right. I took a furtive glance at one, then the other, and saw both were semi hard. A thrill ran through me and I realized I had wandered into a cruising spot. It’s been a month since I’ve had any action, and I got hard right away. My next step may sound odd at first. I finished peeing, zipped out, and darted out of the restroom. I imagine the guys were disappointed I wasn’t a new playmate — or at least not an obvious one, yet. I opened the trunk of my car and pulled out my emergency overnight bag (I keep one in case I decide to crash at a friend’s house after drinking too much). It only took a moment to pull out the small bottles of poppers and lube stowed there. If I was going to get cruised, I was going to be ready for action! I walked back into the restroom, unzipped, and caught the startled guys quickly separating from one another at the urinals. I didn’t waste time stepping up the urinal and starting to stroke. The chubbier of the two silver daddies didn’t waste time either, immediately reaching over to grab my cock. I moaned softly — it’s been a month! He was actually a bit aggressive, but I didn’t care — I can work with aggressive. The other guy was more tentative, slowly stroking to my right as he watched us start. The guy to my left had stepped closer, working both our cocks. I knelt down and started blowing him. He clamped a hand on the back of my head and started pumping. I was totally caught up in the scene, blowing this guy at the toilets, the musty smell of his balls mixed with the stagnant restroom air, and the risk we were out in the open. “Come with me,” he said, pulling my shoulder. I stood up and we walked back to the last stall, which happened to be handicapped. I dropped trowe, both of us standing together stroking. I look around the larger stall, disappointed by the metal dividers. I remembered my 20-year-old self discovering the allure of gloryholes roughly cut in the old fiber dividers, and sucking anonymous cocks that peeked through looking for satisfaction. That little bit of nostalgia was helping feed my excitement now, and I reached out to take the chubby daddy’s hand and guided it to my ass. He didn’t waste a second. He aggressively handled my ass, separating the cheeks to find my hole and roughly finger it. His eyes got a bit wild as he looked at me and confirmed what was being offered. I pulled out poppers and took the first hit with one hand while pressing the bottle of lube into his hand with the other. He popped the top open and began lubing my hole. The intoxicating rush of poppers washed over me as I stepped one leg out of my jeans, finding a more relaxed position to have him begin working my ass. I was generous with the lube on his cock, making sure it was totally slick. He stepped behind me and I bent forward, taking a second hit of poppers. He pushed against my hole. It was an aggressive push. He wasn’t graceful, but was a man on a mission. I’m sure I winced and gasped at first, but he didn’t give me a chance to do anything about it. His cock just forced my hole open and he roughly grabbed my hips. He just banged away at my ass, thrust after thrust after thrust. It was easy to find his rhythm, and I matched it by pushing back onto his cock when he thrust forward. There was some quiet smacking of skin on skin while he raw fucked me. Otherwise we were quiet, knowing anyone could walk into the restroom and interrupt us. We both knew time was short, and he wasn’t going to waste this chance. I was caught up in the thrill of a sleazy rest area fuck, buzzed on poppers with a stranger’s cock pounding me. He started to get more intense, and I knew what was coming. He grunted quietly, the rhythmic pounding now becoming long, deep, deliberate thrusts — he held each thrust inside me a moment before delivering another one as he pushed his load further up and in. He never asked or said a word; he just used my hole as his dumping ground. After how aggressive he’d been, I was surprised he decided to linger in my hole a few moments after breeding me. He seemed to be relishing the warm, tight space he’d just violated. Then I felt his cock slide out of me, and I started to stand up. ”You’re not done yet” I felt a hand push me back into the bent over position. The other daddy was still there — I had kind of forgotten about him. He lined his cock up with my hole and entered more slowly than the first guy had. I gasped a bit and quickly fumbled for my poppers and a strong hit. This cock was much thicker and penetrated deeper. “I’m already close,” he whispered. I couldn’t hold in the grunts as this guy fucked me. He had more style than the first, appreciating how good his own cock felt inside a tight ass. In the moment, I didn’t care we were in a public space. “Oh my fuck!” I said, feeling that hot cock use me. He seemed to be panting, and it wasn’t long before he unleashed his load, cum spraying inside me. “Oh fuck. Breed me~” He added his load, pushing it in deep and making sure he got everything from me that he wanted before pulling out. He tapped my ass, zipped up his lubed cock, and walked out of the stall. The first guy was also gone. I pulled my jeans back on, washed my hands, and headed out. In my head I was still reeling from the hot experience. Bred by two anon daddy’s in the rest area. Yes, I’m going back today.

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.

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.

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For me, the longer the better. BUT I agree with your thoughts too. The way to get around this is to be shared around by a bunch of tops who can cum multiple times and keep coming back for more. That’s the theory. It does occasionally happen me like that!

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Oh wow, good thoughts. Honestly, it never occurred to me that i could lose a load without giving permission... which is prolly presumptuous on my part. it's so hard for me to grasp any bottom taking a Man and His cock and not wanting the load, though i know it happens lol. Also a good point that once a Top is in the process of orgasm, prolly anything said at that point will end up having a positive connotation haha.

As a bottom, I have gotten both reactions. It helps if you know the top well enough to judge where he is in the process of orgasm. Once he's past the point of inevitability, it's most likely going to turn him on. If he is working up to it (especially if he is having to work hard to get there), it can easily put him off. I get the desire to reassure the top you want his load; I have lost too many loads to nervous tops afraid to breed without explicit permission to not get that. It's best to have the "yes, I will take your load" conversation before you are in the heat of the moments. Tops and bottoms should both try to make sure that happens.

It was so much fun fucking sucking and fisting in those years. By 1980 we were seeing people disappearing and getting sick with some death. People were saying it was a Gay dying, and when Harry became sick in 1982 affected me as I cared for him every day until he died, I moved out of the West Village as it was so depressing hearing, so many friends are no longer with us. The Hell Fire & Vault clubs were still open but it was safe sex only, and after a few years, it became NO SEX at all. I then got into BDSM and having sex with condoms & gloves as I was a condom fairy now. I would help to raise funds at events that started to help at NYC Leather Pride night became a member of GMSM and TES. BDSM is another world, and it was fun, but it was not as much fun as before. So from 1982-2004, I was a condom fairy but then one day, I was getting fuck, and the condom broke, and I was scared shit as I did not know his status, but it felt so good as there is no lube like cum. He told me he was negative, so I felt OK but went to get tested. I started to do a lot of reading about HIV as it was no longer the death sentence like it was before. So I would let the Top fuck me the way he wanted, either it is raw or with a condom. Many were still with a condom, but the ones who fucked me raw and gave me a load in my holes I was in heaven. I also wanted to get a few body piercing, so my first one is a Prince Albert when I had it done I was scared shit but being a pain slut it was over quick, the real pain is when I had my first piss now that was painful. Later I got a Jacobs latter of 8 rings on my scrotum. The most painful was when I had my nipples pierced that FUCKING hurt. I was looking for raw loads from people who said they were negative even *****, who I would see when nothing was around. I started to hang at some of the clubs & bathhouse that was still around, and by 2016 I made the final decision to chase. At events like IML & MAL are fun as I would hook up with some friends. One year at MAL, a friend who I know from Ass Pig said if I want to go to his room party. As soon as I entered, I knew a few of them as they are members of ONXNY, which is a black leather men's group and have work with them a few times for their charity events. As soon as I'm in the room, they say clean that hole out and deep as I know what that. Means I come out, and I see one with there legs over their shoulder, and he is getting his hole pounded hard and fast. I lay down on the bed face down spread my legs, fingers are going in, then his fist, and in front, I have this dark god with a 9-inch dick as he strokes it. I have a hand in my ass working over my prostrate as the say to the one with the 9-inch dick can I serve you. He jumps, grabs my slave collar, and puts his dick in my mouth. On the other bed, they are still going as fast as before. The one who's dick I'm sucking says I want to put this load in your ass, so the hand is pulled out of my ass and replace by a dick that gives me the fuck you dream about as he pounds my hole. The one on the other bed comes over grabs my collar then puts his dick in front of my face, I open my mouth they a cum cover dick in my mouth.

Reminds me of a time in Atlanta when I had the outside of my house painted. One of the painters was a blond suntanned gorgeous young man. At the end of the first day he knocked on the door and asked if I would mind if he changed from his work clothes into his street clothes. Of course not and I let him in where he proceeded to undress right in front of me. This bronzed naked young hunk noticed the very big rise in my jeans and reached over and grabbed my hard cock. It wasn't long before I was naked too and was a good 8 inches up his ass. He was a hungry bottom boy and we had hardcore sex many times well after the house painting was completed.

“So you think you need to know what happens now, boy? Now that DAD has FINALLY shoved this POZ-ROD deep in your ass! How long have you been dreamin about this night? Three months? Four? All that time you have been sitting at home late at night on-line jerking-off, watching DADDY stroking THIS on the webcam? Craving it like you have NEVER needed or wanted anything in your life? You should have seen the huge smile on your pig-face when that first hot load of POZ exploded in your hungry, bloody ass! Look at you. Kneeling here naked, your hair and beard smelling of spit and sweat and DADDY-piss, your nips hot, raw, pink and swollen so pretty. And you told DADDY you didn’t think you were into nip-play? Guess DADDY is gonna have to spank you again for lying about how much of a fuck-monkey you turned into when DADDY got your ass up in the sling, shoved your dirty jock-strap in your mouth soaked in poppers, and DADDY grabbed those hot pig-boy nips hard; your hairy cub-thighs up on DADDY’s broad shoulders while THE COCK worked its magic on your tight neg boy-hole! So what happens next? DADDY is gonna throw you out in about ten minutes and your gonna drive home to your wife tonight with that new buttplug up your bloody Poz-injected ass and hope you can get in the door and into the shower before she gets a whiff of the sweat and piss and man-sex all over you. And then in the morning you have to hope she doesn’t get a look at your beet-red ass and gaping fuck-hole. Then you're gonna crawl into bed with that wife tonite, your twitching hole and your sore tits are just gonna turn you on again. You're gonna lay there wide awake, hard as an 18 year old boy, and ask yourself what happened? How in the hell did a perfectly respectable 50 year old married man with two kids end up like this? How the hell did you become a crazy fool for a DADDY-bear’s POZ-cock and wanting only to be his complete slave? Is that what you really are? After taking all this time to build up the courage to face the fact that you are nothing but a cock-hungry pig, only happy when you are on your hands and knees, naked, sore, soaked in man-piss and spit on, licking DADDY’s boots and finally trained to drink my piss. How are you ever gonna go back to your boring, empty, meaningless existence? You haven’t felt this alive since the first time you jerked off at age 14, have you? So now you're gonna go back home and even before you get back to your front door you're gonna wish you had never left. You're gonna lay awake at night and wonder if DADDY’s nasty seed is doing its magic in your blood and turning you into that kinky fuck-pig you know you are, deep down inside, ever since the first day you saw another guy’s cock. By tomorrow you will have sent DADDY four e-mails begging for more! It will seem like forever, but someday soon you are gonna be right back here, naked, soaked in piss and sweat, sore ass, tits and abused cock and balls and you will beg DADDY to train you, use and finish the job of taking away all the doubts and illusions about who you really are. You will be tied up and spanked, taught to suck cock for hours on end, and drink every damn drop of DADDY’s nasty man-piss and not dribble it all over the floor like you did tonight. You will know the pleasure of being just a pair of holes and a body for DADDY's total use. You will finally know what it means to be an owned-slave who exists ONLY to have his body, mind and spirit used for a MASTER’s dark, intense, greedy pleasures. Your tits will be the size of wax beans and your balls will be stretched so far you're gonna be afraid they will fall off. In a few weeks, when the fuck flu finally claims you, that wonderful evil fire consumes your your flesh, that sickly fever, burns the last doubts out of you that you are anything but DADDY’s Poz-pig, you will crawl back for more. More fucking, more abuse, more humiliation and training to keep DADDY happy. That’s what’s gonna happen boy. That’s where you are headed now that DADDY has finally gotten those Poz-loads in your guts to match the infection in your mind, the bug of your complete submission. It’s a little late to ask now if you are ready. It's only a question of if you are finally ready to accept your fate.” The ‘boy’ kneeling on the floor was obviously not the person he was six months earlier…. SIX MONTHS EARLIER Aiden was always shy around other men’s bodies, not so much because he was interested in them, but because he was so embarrassed by his own, or so he told himself. Not muscular or particularly good looking in college, he avoided as many of the usual ‘men getting physical’ situations as possible, taking golf for exercise and making sure he was alone when in the bathroom or showers of his dorm. In his junior year of college, Aiden met a shy, attractive woman in his advanced corporate accounting classes and within 18 months they were married. After quietly working for fifteen years in the mid-sized office of a Big Ten accounting firm, with two adult daughters at home, Aiden met Billy- a new office intern who was handsome, charming and soon the most popular man in their section of the department. But Aiden felt profoundly ill-ease around Billy, and he had no real idea why. In Aiden’s mind Billy reminded him of someone in his past, and that vague reminder made Aiden very nervous. Billy was soon getting everyone in their department out for drinks on Wednesday nites to relax and let their hair down. At first, Aiden avoided being asked to join the crowd on Wednesday, and then when Billy finally cornered him waiting at the elevator one Tuesday nite in front of 6 co-workers, Aiden smiled weakly and agreed to go out the next nite for drinks. After 3 beers, Aiden was headed for the can, dreading taking a piss in a public restroom. He quickly felt his piss-shyness take charge as there was only urinals available. Aiden had no sooner gotten down his zipper and was fumbling to extract his very shrunken penis, when Billy comes crashing through the door and they find themselves alone as the noise from the bar droned on. “So A-…..” Billy shouted his usual greeting to Aiden as Billy walked quickly up to the urinal, pulling out his cock even before he got close to the wall, “How long is the wife gonna let you stay out getting drunk with the guys tonite?” Billy smiled revealing those slightly crooked canine teeth and leaned over. Aiden was distracted by the sound of Billy’s piss hitting the water in the base of the urinal and he could smell the cigarettes on Billy’s breath. “And how do you keep your pretty wife happy with THAT?” Billy laughed as he recklessly reached around the thick plastic divider between the urinals got his muscular hand close enough to get some of the piss that was dribbling out of Aiden's shriveled prick on his hand. Billy chucked to himself as he shook his somewhat swollen manhood at the urinal spraying the last of his beer-piss everywhere, saying” You just let Billy here know when you’re ready to learn how to use that little thing, dude,” slapping Aiden square on his cock. Later that night, at home in bed with his sleeping wife, Aiden thought about the ‘Billy encounter’ that evening and realized to his horror that this was the first time a man had ever touched his privates. He wasn’t sure what he felt. Obviously, he was embarrassed, but he was not sure why. And why was he laying here wide awake in the middle of the night thinking about all this anyway? The longer Aiden thought about it the more he noticed another feeling around the edges. He suddenly felt like he was eighteen again. Why would his mind go back there? He also noticed that the more he thought about Billy’s scents: the vague aroma beer as his piss sprayed all over the urinal, that stale smoke smell of Marlboro cigarettes on his breath as Billy almost shouted those words in Aiden’s ear: “You just let Billy here know when you’re ready for me to show you how to use that little thing, dude.” Now Aiden had a new feeling in his body – his own little cock was getting as stiff as he was back when he was that 14-year-old. His shock was soon overwhelmed by the pure pleasure he felt as he slowly fondled himself and finally got out of bed and went downstairs to the family room. He could not settle down. His hard-on was relentless. For the first time in years he had to masturbate in the dark, sitting on the bathroom toilet with Billy’s voice in his head. Aiden tried his best to forget the whole episode in the men’s room and didn’t really see much of Billy around the office for the rest of the work week. He didn’t think much about it over the weekend as he and his wife were out of town with one of their daughters and her family. (to be continued)

I've been lucky to have been able to take some pretty big dicks on occasion. And one of my regulars is a bbc with 10 inches. I've sure been missing his dick in me during this lockdown. As some others have said earlier, being confident that I'm thoroughly cleaned out is important so I can be as relaxed as possible. It's difficult to relax if I'm worried about a mess. And since an extra long cock is going to go up past the second sphincter, a good, deep cleaning is important. I also rely on a good, fresh bottle of poppers. Especially at the beginning of the fuck, when I'm getting used to his cock. And as someone said earlier, the majority of guys with massive dicks realize that they've got to loosen us bottoms up before they get up inside us. Some of the BBC's I've had have prepared me with their fingers. Then go in slowly at first, sometimes needing to hold it still for must a moment or two for me to relax a bit more. But, once I've fully relaxed, and he's fully inside me, we can then really go to town and he can pound away. I find I can only take the giant dicks if they fuck me raw. A condom is to abrasive on such a big dick. A really good lube is important too. I'm not sure what lube my regular BBC buddy uses? But he insist using that one particular lube, because he knows it stays slick and he doesn't need to reapply very often. Relax and enjoy the treat that a giant cock in your ass can bring.

i have experienced this only once. i was crusing an ABS and encountered a black man with a huge cock. he treated me like a worhtless slut. after a few minutes of being examined while we were in a booth, he suggested we go to his place. i agreed and he drove to his house. inside, he had me strip and beg for his cock. he humiliated me and slapped me a bit. while he was doing that, another guy came in. he joined in. they had me get both cocks hard by licking and stroking them. when they were ready, one layed on his back and had me sit on his cock, taking it deep. the other guy then knelt over us and forced his cock. i felt my ass stretch and did not think i could do it. the more i screamed, then harder they worked. i thought they were going to split my ass. they both filled my ass with cum. once done, i licked them clean. i spent a few more hours sucking them and getting fucked. the whole time being treated as a cheap whore. when they were done, i begged for more. they kicked me out and i found my way back to my car. ever since, i have wanted to repeat this.

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.

Dillon was a hot jock who always had a girlfriend. He got hit on all the time and could have any woman he wanted and often did. No one would have guessed that he watched gay porn video's of straight guys getting head from another guy. He would jack off often to these when he was alone and imagined that he was a straight guy giving head. He knew he should really want to be the straight guy wanted to get serviced but something about sucking a big dick turned him on. He vowed he would never do it but that did not stop him from watching videos all the time. He had a few of his favorites that always turned him on. One day while he live in girlfriend was at work he was playing online and searching Doublelist and found some post about guys giving head and he though why the fuck not, put up an ad and see if any hot dick presents itself and he created a post and put it up. He just needed more jack off material is how he rationalized it. The post read like this. Straight Jock wants to orally service another straight cock. Nothing more, just sit back and let me suck and service your road till you blow your load. No small talk, just some great head and I will even swallow your cum. 24 5'11 165 blonde blue eyes and muscled with a hot mouth. He loaded a pic of his body no face, showing off his tight body. Dillon went on to watch some new videos, and an hour later he still had not blown his load. He checked his email and there were more than twenty responses. He started looking through them and most were gross. Old men but he came to one where a muscled guy in he 40's that got his attention and another for a traveling guy who would be coming to the city in a few days and needed head. The local guys sent a pic of his hot boy shirtless in his underwear with his dick rock hard and it read. Hung straight guy,wife is out of town and just need some good head. You must be able to deep throat 9" and lick and suck my balls and eat ass. If you can't do all three do not respond. I agree with no talking, not fucking looking for anything but a regular mouth to service me orally. (Dillon was rock hard after reading this and looking at his pic over and over) The second was Married white guy with a pregnant wife. Dude, I will be in town for two nights and need some relief. My wife and I have not had sex and she is a few weeks from giving birth and I need to get off in the worst way. Liked that you just want to suck dick and unlike hooking up with a chick. Having a straight dude suck me off is not cheating as far as I am concerned. I am 29 a ginger 6'3 200 lbs, all muscle and have 8.5 thick uncut dick. I have sent a pic of my meat to make sure you can handle it. ( even harder after reading this one) Dillon fought the urge to respond but thought, fuck there was nothing wrong to responding. He set up a new email and shot off a response to the Ginger. * Hey, thanks for hitting me up. Fuck that is a hot dick, I would love to suck your big dick and give you lots of pleasure while you are visiting. I can tell from your email you have tons of built up cum and I can help you relieve the pressure and your blue balls. Where in the city is your hotel? Can you host? Dillon was proud of himself and somehow even more turned on. He decided to send a message to the guy was local as his dick was rock hard and dripping. * Hey, thanks for responding. I would definitely like to orally service you and make your build up a huge load to feed me. When are you available and what side of town do you live? Can you host? Dillon notice that the responses kept coming in and there had to be another fifteen in his other email. He went back and of the fifteen there were three he liked. 1) Hung Married guy who works out and cums a lot. Just need your hot mouth on my dick and to suck out a load or two. The picture show a really thick dick on a muscled stomach. Very private and just looking for a hot mouth. I walk in and you are blindfolded and you fish my dick out and suck me till I cum down your throat. 2) BBC need a hot mouth and throat to get off. Must be able to service big dick for a long time and lick my balls. If you start you must finish, no fucking leaving this nigger with blue balls. He sent a pic of his huge dick. 3) In a relationship but totally and sexually frustrated. Have not had sex in weeks and need to unload big time. Can not host but know a Glory hole you can suck me off at. It is private let me know. The pic showed a long not to thick cut dick with black pubs. 26 years old, 6" 180 and worked out. Need a cock sucker for anonymous head. Dillon Answered all three of them but he really wanted the first and third with the third being his favorite of the three. He kept checking but after an hour no one had gotten back to him. He went to grab a bite and he too was sexually frustrated. He had been edging all day and now more then ever he wanted to suck one of these guys dicks. He calmed down after he had a bite and knew it was just hot cyber sex and that was all it was really suppose to be. He walked back to the apartment and wondered if anyone had responded. ....

Hey buds, just hoping that everyone is well and doing okay out there. So far, I am, just horned beyond compare. Can't wait for this crisis to be over so we can get back to being used what we're meant for, and doing what we're meant to do. Oink! STAY SAFE!!

Thanks, rT, for all the efforts and hard work you put into maintaining this site. I know how involved and time consuming it can be and truly appreciate your providing this forum for all of us to share,, connect and hopefully "meat". Hope you're well, be safe!

Breeding a diaper fag pup was one of the most erotic moments of my life

The comments here are comedy gold.

so you got the apricot link 😘

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!

I guess the main difference is that in the bathhouse, people are expected to have lots of exchanges in bodily fluids (i.e. saliva) which carry the virus. That's not something you don't expect in the gym. *Recalls all of my orgies in the gym sauna and that kind of makes me want to take back what I just said above* 🤪

Interesting, though this would be very sad. Defeats the purpose of cruising that bathhouses offer. Now I'm putting sex videos in the bathhouse in my bucket list.

I got lucky and a work from home buddy came over this afternoon. I've been in the house for weeks, and my cock was really needing some action. So my friend, who's a big bearded man with a sexy belly, comes over and tells me he hasn't cum in over a week. We both got naked and his 7" cock was fucking me within 5 minutes of him being there. His first fuck lasted only about 4 minutes, but he fucked me two more times before we stopped to eat dinner. He's gone, but now I'm trying to get a young cub I've been chatting with to come over. My balls are still full, and this cub says he wants me to raw dawg him and knock him up. Fuck I'd love that.

Loving that no one is out and about st the moment. Got a message about 9pm last night from a guy sitting in the carpark at the local shops, naked in his car. It's only about 5 mins walk along a very quiet street so he requested I walk there naked and he'd drop me home. Got my gear and walked down. When I arrived he was no longer sitting in his car, but was just standing there, jerking his cock. Young guy about 25, looked like a footballer type with a big 9 inch cock. I bent over the boot of the car and he smashed a load into me.

couldn’t believe it. Standing there holding the kid’s note. Realizing I had HIV swimming at my ass. I was still buzzed from the poppers and still horned up for more cock up my ass. But I knew I had to do something about this. At that point in my slide into perversion, I wasn’t ready to be HIV positive. I had a church, a wife, two sons... I could lose all that right at that moment right at that point in time. I knew what I could do. My congregation had been working with an AIDS hospice for several years. I knew about pep. The strange thing was, I wasn’t completely freaked out. I wasn’t afraid or angry or disappointed in myself. I wasn’t mad at the kid. The truth is I was horned up as fuck. I knew I wanted more cock, more raw cock in my ass. I wanted as much cock as I could get. My choice for the moment was to head to a hospital. There was a hospital about 40 miles away where I wouldn’t be known and I went to the walk-in clinic. I gave them some bullshit story about fooling around in and a broken condom and just being a little worried. They did a quick test to check my status - negative of course. They prescribed a course of anti-retroviral’s. And told me to come back in three months for a test. I did get test at three months later but not there. I got a Home kit and it came back non-reactive and I had it confirmed at the local STD clinic. But none of that stopped my slide into bareback sex. I couldn’t help myself now. For a while I went back to using rubbers except for sucking cock which I did a lot off. I knew three or four good porno stores within a couple hours drive of my house. I would go out in the afternoons on Saturdays and spend hours in a booth in a porno store sucking every dick that came through the hole. I didn’t care. It could be an old cock, young cock, Big or little, cut or uncut, I didn’t care. I just want it hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth into my throat. I craved cum. I craved bitter cum, sweet cum, from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. Big or little, cut or uncut,. I didn’t care. I just want hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth, into my throat. I craved cum. I crave bitter cum, sweet cum from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. it wasn’t long before I took another load. After getting my test at the three months and knowing that I was clear of HIV, I started thinking about hard cock up my ass again. I started thinking about that kid in the woods sliding his raw hard cock up my ass balls deep. I fantasized about that encounter over and over again thinking about his cock swelling in my ass rammed in balls deep. I could still imagine his cock firing spurt after spurt toxic cum up into my body. Every time I thought about it I stroked off. I slid my cock through my spit laden hand. I fantasized over and over again. Seeing his smooth young body. Feeling his nice hot smooth warm ass. And I started craving cock. I started craving poz cock. I gave up topping with rubbers and left my load indiscriminately in any ass that would take my cock. I loved sliding my hard cock into some stranger in the porno store. A month after I confirmed that I was still negative, I found myself back at the same park where the kid shot is toxic load up in me. I sat in my car for a few minutes stroking my cock looking at porn on my phone. I wanted it again. I wanted that boy’s cock again. I had already started checking out bug chasing on the web. Reading stories about guys who took HIV-positive loads into their asses willingly. But I never really considered it something I would do until that moment sitting in the car stroking my cock thinking again about that sweet smooth boy. As I sat there in the car stroking in the public parking lot, cars moving by me, people walking back-and-forth, I started muttering to myself. I started muttering about wanting cock. And then I said there’s something I had never said before. I said it out loud. “ I want poz cock. I want some guy to shoot his aids babies up my ass. I want HIV. I want aids.“ and then almost like a prayer I said “ God I want aids. Give me a aids up my ass.“ I put down my phone. Tucked my dripping cock back in the my pants. I got out of the car and walked back up into the woods. I just knew somebody would be in there. Somebody who wanted to fuck me. Somebody who wanted their cock sucked. And I was rightlm I didn’t get aids that afternoon. I didn’t get a poz cock.But I did suck off two old trolls with stubby dicks. Their cocks smelled slightly rank. The smell of old piss. They were uncut. But they were there. They had hard cocks and I sucked them both. I switched back-and-forth from one to the other. I suck them deep. I slobbered all over their balls. I begged him to come in my mouth.They called me a faggot and they called me a whore and they called me the bitch, but I loved every minute of it. I loved swallowing their bitter cum. They both shot a huge loads that dribbled down my chin. I couldn’t help myself I wanted cum. Any cum. As I was there on my knees, second guy coming into my mouth, the first one turned his cock toward my face and let go a stream of piss. They laughed at me. They both laughed. They both called me a worthless piece of shit faggot. I just mumbled,” Thank you sir.“ And sat on the ground as they walked away soaked in their Piss and tasting there cum. Licking up what had dribbled from my mouth. It was at that moment I knew I was a bug chaser. I started planning in my mind how I would start my next raw fuck. With somebody I knew had a high viral load. I was going to get myself knocked up

Oops the link got messed up for the main site. Basically it’s a sex party where when you buy a ticket you have to pick Mare (bottom) or Stallion (top) and you can’t switch positions during the night. If you pick mare, you have to get there early and they put you in a hood so you can’t see the tops and the tops can’t see your face so you have no idea who is fucking you. I heard mare tickets are sold out already. They said they’ll only open up more if they sell more stallion tickets. They like to have two stallions per mare so now there’s a waiting list. [think before following links] https://horsemarketsf.com

flag Travis pulled his dick out from my ass with slow intention. I felt empty as his thick mushroom head gradually retreated from my tender fuck chute. Once all the way out, he held me tight, sweaty body to sweaty body, my cummy, used bubble butt against his cummy, softening cock. “You know, unlike a woman, a guy can only get pregnant once. A woman can get knocked up with many men’s babies. But a man… A man can only really get knocked up once. I want you to carry my baby. I want to be the one who fertilizes you, who gives you a legacy, makes you what you’re supposed to be. Brad can’t do that for you, but I can.” His tone had taken a gentler turn than it’d been just moments before. We hadn’t yet acknowledged the bug outside of our two sexual encounters. I was still processing it: both turned on and terrified. “I don’t know if… It’s just that, I love Brad. I didn’t mean for this – us – to happen. And it can’t. I can’t…. I can’t cheat on him anymore. I can’t get HIV. I just… this isn’t who I am.” Travis kissed my neck. “It’s who you are meant to be, baby. Think of all the times we talked about raw fucking, how turned on you are by it, how much you crave it. I’m giving you the key to unlock your potential. Freedom to fuck whoever the fuck you want, whenever you want it. And to be mine. I’ve finally planted my flag in you, I’ve claimed you. Don’t turn back now.” I sat up and turned, putting my feet on the ground. I inhaled deeply, exhaled, and said “I gotta shower.” When I emerged from the steamy bathroom, Travis was gone. affix Hours later, the dryer buzzed: our sheets were finally clean. I remade the bed. My phone vibrated: Brad texted that the client was in meltdown mode, and that he’d have to be away for at least another four days. I missed him and felt bad I’d hurt him, even if he didn’t know anything yet. I looked up the clinic’s address and grabbed my car keys off of the counter. I was going to make everything all right. My phone vibrated again, only this time it was Travis. “So are you mine or not?” All my alarms were frantically ringing in my mind. No, of course I’m not, I thought. I’m Brad’s husband. And time is ticking to get treatment from this mistaken tryst, to think of how I’m going to tell Brad about all of this, and to make things right in my marriage. Travis followed up with a photo of his dick that I’d never seen before. In it, he wore a thick, tight cock. His engorged member curved up his slender stomach, veins protruding all along the way, concluding in its perfect mushroom head, which was wet with precum. I could almost taste it through my phone. I was again fixated on Travis’s fuck weapon, and I needed it: it had a power over me. “I need to be serviced. So what’s it gonna be: are you mine or not?” He followed up. I clenched my keys in my fist in mental anguish. That goddam dick. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” I said to myself again as I typed “I’m yours.” He sent me his address. Claimed I pulled into the vinyl-clad apartment complex and continued to doubt my actions. My primal desire for this man’s dick kept me on track toward this unkempt place. I knocked on Travis’s unit. He answered in a wife beater and jeans and ushered me inside. “Take your clothes off.” He said. I complied, exposing my muscular frame and tan lines to him once again. I looked down at my sculpted body and my semi-hard dick and I thought about my husband’s Adonis-like build. I then looked at Travis: a skeleton in comparison, pale, tall, lanky. He certainly had an unrefined cuteness about him, but the physical contrasts between him and me or Brad were sharp. As I stood there naked in his living room, he bolted several locks on the front door. “Bedroom’s back there. Imma grab a beer. I want you ass up, face down on the bed.” My stomach fluttered with nerves as I walked down a short hallway into a messy bedroom. The bed was not made, and the sheets looked old. I climbed onto the bed, knees spread wide, ass up, head down on a formless pillow. He entered the room moments later and grabbed my right wrist. He affixed a rope around it and proceeded to tie it to a corner of the bed. “I don’t think I want to . . . “ I began to turn to tell him that I wasn’t into being tied up. He backhanded me, and I must’ve blacked out in surprise. When I awoke, ropes constrained my hands and feet, and I was spread wide like a star fish on the bed. I felt the familiar sharp pain of dick entering my ass, and a hand between my shoulder blades as leverage. I let out a moan of pain. “Hey boy, welcome back. I’m sorry I hit you. Now don’t question me in that tone again, ok? I don’t want to have to mess up that pretty face of yours.” Travis said from behind as his dick pierced into me. “Can you untie me? I’m not into….” He pushed his dick hard into me, maneuvering his mushroom head a few inches inside me in one thrust, and slapped my ass. “Listen. You’re tied up for your own good. I know you’ve got doubts. I know you’re inclined to run. But I also know your destiny. I knew it from the moment I saw you. Do you want to be mine or not?” I was clear this was rape-like and his language was mentally abusive, but I was also clear that he was right: All of my sexual fantasies had led to this, to him. He pulled out a bit and then slammed back into me, getting closer to my prostrate. “Oh fuck, that hurts – can you slow down?” I said of the entry. “It’s got to hurt some, bitch.” He said I felt his balls brush against my ass. “Your cunt needs to get a little beaten up as sacrifice to the hurt your causing Brad. You’re becoming mine as we speak. My cells are dividing in you, growing, spreading, taking over. And tonight, I’m going to ruin you so that I can remake you.” My fat dick grew from the friction against the sheets of the fuck from behind. I felt his balls slapping against my inner thighs I felt my ass tearing in a way I’d never felt before. His monster cock was wrecking me. “You want to be Poz like me?” He asked with a shortness of breath. I hadn’t really confronted it directly -- to myself or him – yet in such terms. But I knew the answer now, like I’d heard in so many porns and read in so may stories. “Yeah, I want it. I want to be yours. I want to carry your seed, your virus. Knock me up. Make me like you. Give it to me. Make me pregnant with your baby.” I wanted to touch Travis, to touch myself, to turn over and see what this sweaty man assaulting me looked like in this moment of passion. But I was locked into place, my ankles and wrists tied to the four corners of the bed. All I could do was turn my head and glance at Travis with side eye. My dick was leaking precum on the dirty sheets. With each thrust Travis made into me, my cock humped the bed beneath, skin flexing against the mattress. With his dick balls deep in my ass, Travis moved his hips from side to side to side, front to back, up and down, slowly, now, opening my ass, getting my ass ready to be the cum receptacle it was meant to be. He was dripping sweat onto me. His eyes were closed. He was savoring being deep in my hole and just ruining it with each movement he made. Side to side. Back and forth. In and out. “Fuck yeah, baby. You are mine. You’re nothing but a cheating, Poz fuck toy now. My cheating poz fuck toy. Your ass is going to get used and abused so much by so many men after me. You want another dirty load to seal this deal?” “Yeah, give it to me. Poz me. Breed me. Remake me." I said He pulled out and resumed his final fuck pace: he was ready to blow a wad of jizz in my wrecked hole, and crescendo-ed into an intense assault of my chute. I was in ecstasy feeling totally at the control and mercy of my big dicked god. My cock began spurting cum on the sheets. “Fuuccckkk” I screamed, unable to control the flow of semen from my cock. Travis’s eyes rolled back as cum bullets shot deep into my gut, penetrating my DNA inextricably. Volley after volley of Travis’s toxic jiz filled and marked me. He screamed and I moaned in a symphony of passion. After relishing in our orgasms for what felt like an hour, Travis collapsed onto me. Sweaty bodies against one another, he whispered in my ear, “you’re mine.”

Thanks, guys! Glad you're liking it. I'm working on the next chapter -- hope to have it up this weekend. In the meantime, here are a few pictures I'm using as inspiration for various characters... DALTON TOM (the narrator) JESSE (Dalton's pozzed-up buddy from school) TRISTAN (the dealer) WILL, Tristan's latest in-house chemwhore, tied up and slammed up and pimped out for whatever cock will pay for the privilege of breeding him

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…