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English is not my mother tongue so please excuse my typos etc. Part I It was a normal day for Daniel. Boring work in the office, small talk with his co-workers during coffee break and couch and Netflix afterwards. The only thing that seemed somewhat exciting was his online activity. He had several profiles on all the gay dating websites and apps. Most of them were anonymous, showing no pictures of his face but maybe one or two of his body. After all he was proud of his muscles and liked to show them off a bit. Most of the time he only tried to get some dick pics from other users online, to wank too, or exchange some hot videos. At 25 Daniel was somewhat afraid of real sex. He came from a very catholic family and was always told, that sex without being married or even worse gay sex, would lead to STIs which would then lead to certain death. Even though growing up he realised that this was non-sense, the fear of him catching anything remained. The few times Daniel had sex; he was very cautious of being safe. Condoms were used basically for everything, even wanking and he only got penetrated once by a friend in college. He did like it, but his friend was too annoyed of always covering up for the smallest bit of interaction so that they eventually stopped their intimate relationship. For the last year or so Daniel didn’t meet up with anyone for sex, and even though he was horny basically all the time he only ever wanked to videos people sent him. He preferred bareback videos, they seemed forbidden and hot at the same time. He loved stroking his dick while he watched “Assbreeder82” fuck yet another twink. “Assbreader82” was an online user on one of the dating websites Daniel was using. One of the only ones that didn’t stop writing after they realised, that Daniel would probably never meet up for actual sex but was only hunting for more videos and pictures to wank too. Quite the opposite was the case, he called Daniel his little fan boy, and whenever he fucked another guy and filmed it, he sent it to Daniel. They had been doing this for quite a while now, and Daniel watched “Assbreeder82” fuck quite a number of guys, always bare and always cumming inside their unprotected holes. “Assbreeder82” was a daddy-type kind of guy. He was quite hairy with a well-defined torso and a beautiful cock that must have been about 19 cm long and quite wide. He certainly always stretched the bottoms hole and a number of them complained that it was to thick. He however didn’t seem to be bothered by that and simply held poppers under their noses and told them they knew what they were getting themselves into. While Daniel was laying on his couch, checking his messages and settling in for yet another evening at home, he got a message from “Assbreeder82”: Hey fanboy, what are u up to tonight? Daniel got excited, Assbreeder82 only contacted him when he got new content to watch and Daniel could really use some excitement today. Nothing much, just chilling on my couch. Got any new vids for me ? He didn’t have to wait long for a reply. Not quite, but I do have something more exciting for you! Interested fanboy? Daniel was curious what his chat partner was up to. It was unusual for him to be so mysterious, their chat was usually rather flat. Him sending him a new video and Daniel replying with praise and horniness how amazing it looked. Nethertheless he answered. Oh a surprise for me ? You bet I am interested coming from you. The familiar sound of him receiving a message followed shortly after. You’re in luck, I am fucking a twink today and would like some audience. So you will join us today. I know you do not want to get involved and I am fine with that. I respect your boundaries… at least to some extent. But unless you show up today and prove to me you are a real fanboy; you will stop getting videos from me. You can film or just watch, that’ll be up to you but there are no clothes allowed. Here is the address, and that is the boy I will be inseminating today. Be ready for some nice pig action, and don’t bail on fanboy or should I rather say …. Daniel- While reading Daniel had been getting quite horny, but after reading the last sentence he was in shock. Daniel never told Assbreeder82 his real name, nor did he give up any information that would clue anyone who he was in real life. Yet this man new his firstname, and if so who knew what else. He was in a state of excitement and horror and surely horny as fuck. He realised, that he loved the power Assbreeder82 seemed to have over him. He liked the demanding tone the message had and most importantly, he couldn’t wait to see the main character of all his wanking fantasies, fuck right in front of him. Daniel got ready. This would be an exciting day after all, he thought. Then he left his apartment. More to cum 😃

I left the toilet clothes in hand and butt naked. My cock still hard and dripping. I was a little torn between wanting to watch him knock up some 18-year-old and getting cock up my ass myself. But my quivering ass made up my mind for me. My ass still felt the assault from that AIDS daddy in the restroom. Having his cock up my ass for just a few minutes pounding away coating my guts with his toxic precum for just a few strokes made me uncontrollably horny to get fucked by anyone. I wanted to cock up my ass. Any cum, lots of cum, from anyone who would do it to me. I was really hoping the rumors I had heard about this place in Evening were true. The sun had set but the night was clear and the moon was pretty close to full. I walked to the edge of the woods and stood there gently stroking my cock before I walked in. Giving my eyes a chance to adjust to the change in light. I looked back toward the toilets. I saw the shape of a young guy moving towards the toilet. He was stripping off his clothes as he approached. When he got to the door he tossed his clothes in some shrubs next to the door. I heard the squeak of the door as he entered. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did next, but I walked back over to the toilets and pulledthe kid’s clothes from the bushes. In the light I could tell that his clothes would fit me OK. There was a pair of basketball shorts that would be a little snug but not bad. There was an oversized T-shirt, perfect. And a jockstrap. I held the pouch to my face and sniffed deeply. Unmistakable scent of teenage boy underwear. I had smelled it enough time with my own two boys. I knew what teen boy cock smells like. I slipped on the jock. Tossed my clothes into the bush where his he been. And took his clothes with me. I stepped onto the trail at the edge of the woods. I walked down the path able to discern shapes and movement in the half light. There were other guys in the park. I don’t know where they had come from because there were no cars. There must be another access to the park. I walked along quietly gingerly until I got to a spot I recognized. It was a spot where almost 3 years ago I had been pozfucked by a hot young guy. The spot where my quest for AIDS started. I stepped off the trail and took a few steps towards the figure out the dark. He started moving closer to me. As he got within a few feet we recognized each other. It was the kid who passed me almost 3 years ago. And he recognized me. ” hey there,” he said “ Haven’t seen you around here in a while. Back for more?” He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bone. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right that was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for a deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bony. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right path was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. We started talking and making out. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth sliding in deep as I could into my throat. While I was sucking him he confessed to me that the guy in the toilets had converted him a month before he fucked me. He told me I was his first breeding after he was positive. He also told that he had full-blown AIDS at this point. That turned me on more than I could say. I slid his cock deep in my throat as I could. Milked it with my throat muscles. He moaned grab the back of my head and started face fucking me. Slamming his cock deep into my throat. After a few minutes he pushed me away. ”Fuck dude” he said,”you’re an amazing cocksucker.but I want that ass. I want to give you my virus.” He pulled me up and pushed me back around up against a tree. He squatted down behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He buried his face in my ass, tonguing my hole, working it in an out.I was moaning like the slut bitch that I am. Begging him to pause my ass up. Begging him to slide his aides babies up into my guts. ”Oh fuck dude. I want that ass so bad.” he muttered. He stood and unceremoniously plunged his cock deep into my ass all the way to the hilt. I screamed and moaned at the same time. He rested his cock in me as he slipped a poppers bottle under my nose. He held my nostril shut and I breathe deep. Reached up and held his hand in place. I breathed in three or four times in that one nostril and then switched. I breathed then three or four more hits in the other nostril. I was flying high as his cock started pistoning in and out of my hole, Tearing up my guts and banging my prostate hard. I was moaning and begging for a seed. Begging for his aids babies. Begging for his virus in my bloodstream. Then I started begging him for demon seed. Begging him to bring me over to the Darkside. In my mind all I could think was that I was sacrificing my ass to pure evil. My cock was hard and rubbing up against the material of the jockstrap. As the kid fucked me I shot a big load into the pouch of the jockstrap. And as my ass clamped hard for my orgasm his cock began to spasm in my whole. He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me as close up against him as he could get. Pushing his cock as deep in my body as it would go. Past my second sphincter. Deep into my guts he poured his aids. I can’t explain it but ass his semen filled my body a kind of shadow fell over my soul, fell over my vision. Not only was there no going back at this point, there was no desire to. There was only desire for cum. There was only desire for pleasure. There is only desire to please anyone with a cock. Deep in my soul I knew that I had given myself over completely to cock, cum., and pleasure. He stroked his cock in and out of my ass a few more strokes. He rested against my back. His cock gently slid out and he stepped away from me. I never saw him leave because as soon as he stepped away someone else stepped up and another cock slid into my hole. After three more cocks and three loads in my ass I finally left the woods. Cum was running down my legs but I didn’t care. I felt so complete so satisfied. As I walked by the toilets I checked the bushes. The clothes were gone. Some random kid who just got an ass load of aids was walking around in my clothes. It was then I realized all I was wearing was the jockstrap. As I approach the road I slipped on the shorts. And jogged my way back to my car. I never bothered to change clothes or to put on the shirt. I just threw myself in the car and went directly to the porno store And spent the rest of the night worshiping cock and accepting seed from anyone.

Finished writing the tail end of Chapter 45 tonight, and just whacked out Chapter 46 too ... The writing juices are back, and Stevie-boy is on his way to his ... Welcome to the broTherhood parTy 💉☣️💉🐷💉💦💉😈💉

Older, Not Wiser The show on the TV ended and the next episode looked pretty lame, so I turned off the TV and picked up the laptop to do a little surfing. I hit most of my usual hookup sites and had a couple emails at a few of them. There was one from the older guy and I opened it first. "sorry for not replying sooner, been busy. Yes, I'm sure. You up for meeting?" the message read. I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with an older vanilla guy, but I figured it was worth getting a little more info. "maybe. u on prep?" I sent back. The little green dot next to his profile told me he was online and I wondered if I would get a reply back. It was only a couple minutes and I heard the "ding." "What's that?" he had replied. I chuckled to myself wondering just how experienced this guy was. "a drug" I replied, being intentionally vague. Less than a minute later I had his reply. "I don't do any drugs other than pot on rare occasions. Do you?" he asked. I shook my head and laughed. I responded "pot 4 me 2." I knew this guy was in way over his head and yet my cock got hard thinking about dumping a toxic load or two inside him and letting fate decide what happens. Once he was poz he could become the sex pig he's always wanted to be. I hadn't gotten another message, so I sent one "when u want to meet?" A few other sites didn't generate any interest and I was about to give up when I got a message back from the older guy (phnx469). "Sorry, wife interrupted. meet @ 6pm?" he said. This was getting more interesting. Was this guy yet another married bi guy craving poz dick? I sent back "ok. where?" and he answered right away "20th floor by elevators." Chuckling to myself I wondered if he was college boy's dad. Yeah, there were over a dozen other condo's on the floor, but it was really hot to think I might have a chance at knocking up a real father and son. Coming back to reality, I replied back "u going 2b alone?" "Yes. Wife n kid will be shopping" he replied. I licked my lips and typed out "ok." With a few hours to kill I watched some porn and then showered. While he wanted to meet at the elevators, I took the stairs instead. I felt a little more winded than normal for climbing nine flights, but put it down to my more sedentary life locked up at home and with fucking my only real exercise. "Gonna have to come up with a workout schedule I can do at home" I thought as I opened the door. Looking down the hallway, I spotted someone near the elevators and walked calmly towards them. As I approached he seem startled that I didn't come via the elevator. I wasn't really sure that it was him since the pictures were of a smooth guy and I could see chest hair popping out of his tank top. His legs showed a decent amount of hair on them below his jogging shorts and he had several days growth on his face. "Phoenix?" I said quietly and he nodded. One thing I don't like is guys sending out pictures that are either old or different on how they look. A new piercing or tattoo is fine, but 30 pounds heavier or like in this case, much hairier, is deceptive advertising. He said "Follow me" and started walking down the hall. He wasn't walking towards college boy's condo, so another fantasy was gone and I tried to figure out what I was going to do. One option was to turn and go back the way I came but that seemed like a cowardly way to end this. I followed him down the hall and was surprised when he opened the door to the other stairwell. As soon as we got inside, I put my hand on his shoulder and said "Stop." Phnx469 seemed to be surprised. In a hushed tone I said "What's the deal? Your pictures don't really look like what I see right now and you aren't even naked yet." He stared back at me a moment, looking confused. I flicked my finger over the tufts of hair poking over the neckline of his tank top. "Oh that. Yeah, my wife wanted me to shave my body hair and that's when the pictures were taken that I used on the site" Phnx469 said. Pushing him against the wall, moving about six inches nose to nose and no where near a good social distance, I looked him in the eyes telling him "Dude, that's not cool. I don't mind hairy guys but you clearly are showing a smooth guy on your profile. What else is totally wrong?" He was nervously shaking and I saw him try to speak, but nothing was coming out. On the third try he mumbled "Nnnnnothing. That's the only thing that changed. I... I... I hated shaving it all the time." I realized that I may have given him that "try kinkier stuff" goal accidentally by getting a little dominant with him. That wasn't my intent, but it helped get my point across and I told him firmly "OK, that's your one and only fuck-up. If anything else doesn't check out, I'm gonna be outta there and you're never getting another chance. Understand?" He nodded and I backed up, letting him get by and head down the stairs. We only went down one floor and ended up going into apartment 19J. I looked around and chuckled to myself, thinking I was suddenly in some grandmother's apartment. Lace was everywhere - on tables, on the curtains and on the 'art' on the wall. All of the furniture looked like it had been stolen out of Queen Victoria's castle. I hoped it was his wife's style choice but at least one of these pieces was probably going to have a cum stain or two on it soon. I gently guided him towards the sofa and told him to strip. "Bed?" he asked and I said "Nah, this looks like a better place. I can watch the door in case anyone comes home." "Let me get a towel" he then said. I chuckled and told him "Just don't make a mess and you'll be ok" before I put my hand on the back of the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. I raised my foot and pushed them the rest of the way to the floor as I said "Suck me quick before I see how that cheating ass of yours is." It wasn't a bad blowjob but nothing that was going to make me shoot right away. He knew how to do it, unlike a lot of straight or bi guys, he was just nervous sucking cock in his living room in full sight of the door. I rested my hand on the back of his head, which got him to take more of my stiffening cock into his mouth. He was struggling with the thickness but was doing a good job of keeping his teeth off my shaft. Wrapping both hands around the back of his head, I eased my cock deeper until it hit the back of his throat. He began gagging right away but I held it there a few moments before letting up and allowing him to breathe. "Oh fuck! I don't know if I can take that" he gasped out. "Oh, you will. If not down your throat then up your neg ass" I replied, pushing back in. It went deeper this time and I gave a little shove just before I pulled my cock out. He stood there staring at my spit covered cock and then looked up at my eyes. I knew he was having second thoughts but at this point I was committed. Unless he was a really bad fuck, he was going to get fucked and loaded up with my special DNA. Rubbing my cock over his lips as he looked up at me, I wanted to feel his tight pussy stretching around my cock. Letting go of his head, I grasped his arm and pulled him to his feet, turning him around and giving a gentle push to the corner of the sofa. He kneeled on the floral fabric cushion, bracing one hand on the arm and one on the back of the sofa. I knelt down and pried his hairy ass cheeks apart, pressing my face in between and rimming his hole. He was clean but there was the faint taste of lube so I didn't dig my tongue in any deeper. I forced some spit in though and based on the quivering of his sphincter he was relaxing a bit. "Perfect" I thought to myself and stood up, dragging my cock along the spread crevice until it found it's next target. Pulling the rest of my foreskin back, I pushed the dripping tip inward until I felt it give. Phnx469 started to groan loudly so I leaned forward and put my hand over his mouth. "Fuck, you're tight. Relax or this is really gonna hurt" I whispered in his ear. Adding more pressure, the further in I went the louder he yelled. My hand muffled some of it but I was glad we were not in the bedroom near the neighbor's apartment. I gave the side of his head a whack with my other hand and said "Relax, damnit!" His grip on my shaft loosened a little and I got another few inches in. "Is this the first bare poz cock you've taken?" I asked. "Mmhmm" he groaned out. "Good, then let's make this a memorable fuck" I replied, rocking my hips back and forth. I plowed a minute or two and then pulled almost out and dripped some more spit on my cock. He probably had everything setup in the bedroom, lube and maybe even condoms on the night stand, towel on the bed and maybe even a hidden camera to record the deed. But I was going to do this my way. Thrusting my hips, I went back to slowly plowing his tight hole and opening him up. He stayed still and while tense, he wasn't fighting my dick. I don't know if he got tired or relaxed more but after a couple more minutes his hole loosened its grip slightly so I could drive in easier and faster. The groans and grunts from him also had a less strained tone to them so I uncovered his mouth and moved both hands to his shoulders. It gave me a good stance to fuck him harder. I still hadn't given him all of my cock, it kept bumping into his inner ring and making him grunt but I hadn't broken through yet. Moving back a few inches, I changed my angle of attack and started digging the head of my cock in different directions. I knew the second I hit his prostate from his loud moan and the quivering of his sphincter around my cock. Surely he was leaving a nice wet patch of precum all over his wife's flowered couch. His cock wasn't the only one that was flowing precum. His hole was getting juicy and giving off those sloppy pussy sounds I love to hear. Part of me wanted to keep fucking him until his family came home and found him getting fucked by a stranger but I didn't want to deal with the drama. I drilled him harder for a few more minutes and then slowed down. I looked over his shoulder and on the table next to the couch was a picture of him, a woman and a teenage boy. "That your family?" I asked, grinding my hips on his ass. "Yeah" he said with a worried tone. I just chuckled and began thrusting again, turned on by him looking at his wife and kid while some stranger barebacked his cheating cunt. My balls started to tingle and I knew it was time to fill him up with my tainted seed. Shoving in hard, I broke past the inner ring and phnx469 let out a loud yelp. I dragged my cock slowly back and rammed in again garnering a painful "Oh fuck!" One more shove and I couldn't hold it in any more. The first few spurts fired off as I was shoving in and the next few were planted deep inside him. He moaned out another "Oh fuck!" while I growled breathlessly "Take that fuckin' poz load!" Each throb of my cock pumped more virus filled semen into his ass and it felt damn good. Rolling my hips a few times as the last few shots of cum pumped out made sure that his guts were painted with a thick coating of my cum. We stayed connected for a couple minutes until we were both breathing normally and my cock had started to soften. Slowly, I pulled out and saw a glob of dark pink cream run out of his stretched out hole, off his balls and on to the cushion of the couch below. As I backed away, he slowly stood up, his cock still hard and dripping the last remnants of his neg load. The back corner of the sofa cushion was wet and creamy as well as the seat cushion where he dripped while I fucked him. The scent of cum permeated the air and I knew he was going to have a hell of a cleanup job before his family got home. I picked up my shorts and put them on, grabbing his shorts and mopping the sweat off my face. Tossing his shorts at him, I started walking to his front door. "Thanks, man. You got a good ass and I'm sure that won't be the last poz dick you take" I said over my shoulder. Opening the door, I began walking down the hallway to the stairs at the other end. Just after I passed the elevators, the car arrived and out walked a woman and her son. They both headed in the other direction and I almost burst out laughing. Phnx469 wasn't going to have time to clean up the mess on the couch and he might not even have any clothes on. He really was going to have an interesting evening.

I wonder if guys are trained by their (normal, straight) peers to be monogamous, at least EXPECTING the OTHER to be so? That would then make us 'conditioned' to feel 'weird' about having our significant other 'violated', fucked, and inseminated for erotic purposes. Our gloomy afterglow regrets may be about LOSING CONTROL and allowing in 'competition' and trouble. All seems hot in the moment of passion but when the nut is gone, the seedy reality hits them like a nagging hangover. I wonder! I recall feeling AWFUL and violated in my amateur beginner phase, still obsessing about 'love' and monogamy with 'Mister Right'! It was hell when I saw my estranged BF take off with other guys, knowing full well that as he disappeared into his place, the hotel or whatever with him, a hostile contender, the nemesis, he was getting fucked: raw and reckless! Getting inseminated by 'that jerk', that total stranger, that smooth-talking hustler who somehow 'outbid' me in the mating game. Jealousy and anger consumed me and me thinking 'it can NEVER be the same again after this'. Knowing that the stranger's DNA was marking 'my man' as 'no-longer-mine'! Weird trips our minds play on us! Talking about kinks and tolerated behavior: One badass 'stealther' from this site whom I talked to on the phone disagreed with my 'open whore' policy my man and I developed. "IF I HAD A BF... he would NEVER be allowed to let somebody else fuck him!" Hinting that extramarital sex means that we have 'marital problems'! His one-sided cheating on a conned sub, yes! St@#lthing yes, but mutually agreed on whoring no! Go figure! Well guess what buddy; you don't have a BF and I'm going strong after ten years and even better since we agreed on 'whoring each other out'. I recall the first time I let a stranger fuck my man in front of me: me intimidated and in awe all at the same time. He was partial to my man and probably could have done without me there. He wanted to know if poz-talk was ok. I didn't even know what he meant. I took pictures of the stranger's cock slipping in and out of my man's hole, eventually nutting and delivering a cream-pie inside and on his hole. Unlike others (in the regret phase) , I felt in incredible sensation of arousal, one that had me crave for more: more cock, more sex, more promiscuity and lewd talk. I even took pictures of the raw insemination and licked the dude's cock as his throbbing cock-shaft eventually pulsed a load into my man. The picture on top of my profile is from that day featuring a stranger's cock on my man's DNA-juiced hole. The pictures and every event like that since turn me on enough that I can jerk off to it on the long COVID nights. Sometimes as my hubby and I have sex we tell each other about our exploits THAT DAY, or the intimate details of fucking with other dudes and call each other 'slut' and 'whore' as we fuck and jack off. So fucking hot once you both have completely embraced total promiscuity with your bro!

Virginity Lost Given that I received a mostly favorable reaction to my first posting, I thought I might post again only this time starting at my beginning. Since a younger age I had a curiosity in regard to being with a male, but other than some superficial touching, I had never really done anything in depth and most of my activity had been confined to females, though I wasn't overly active there either. After graduating high school, I decided to join the military where after my basic training and rate-specific training, I ended up at my first unit in New Jersey and not too far from New York City. With not a lot to do during my off duty time, I would often find myself cruising around in my car, mostly just looking though my attention was occasionally drawn to a girl about my age that I had seen several times in a local hang-out spot. Given my shyness though, I never made a move to initiate contact. Over time, it was common to come across other folk doing the same and during my drives I would begin to recognize some of the regulars. As this occurred over a somewhat regular basis, there was a particular larger dark car that began to catch my attention. It was driven by a male that was somewhat older than myself and I noticed he would often look somewhat intently in my direction when passing by. At first I didn't pay a lot of attention but after this went on for multiple different nights, I found myself glancing back and sometimes making momentary eye contact. This was in the days when CB radios were popular and a vehicle antenna often made it evident who had one in their car. I always had mine on and with most people hanging out on Channel 19, it was often easy to contact others there. One night while cruising, the dark car and I passed each other a couple times and after the third pass, he gave a call on the radio. I didn't answer though, not because I was completely uninterested, but more out of my overall shyness - though as far as he would know, my radio might not have even been on. This went on over the course of a few weeks and also included occasions where he would spend some of his time following behind me as I drove around, nothing overly bold but I would see him there for a while. He began to capture my interest and curiosity, particularly with nothing ever happening with my primarily heterosexual interests. It was about midnight after one of my typical Friday night 'strike out' cruising sessions when I saw the dark car and driver coming down the street. We were going opposite directions and as we passed, he gave a look in my direction and I gave a look back. I had a particularly high degree of unfulfilled horniness built up and with a mindset of maybe just letting fate play its role, I decided that if he would happen to call me that night that I might just answer him. Several minutes later our paths crossed again where we exchanged solid eye contact and when I heard his voice come across the radio, I answered. We talked a couple seconds and took our conversation to a less popular channel where we chatted for a few minutes. By this time I noticed that he was now behind me and with the lack of privacy on an open radio, he suggested that we stop somewhere. I pulled into a nearby empty lot and he pulled alongside where each of our windows went down. While I had seen him several times, I never had the opportunity to really see him good and my first impression was quite favorable. He was maybe in his 40's, a nice solid build and was dressed in casual clothes. We chatted for a couple minutes and just had just barely broken the ice when he said that the police in town don't really like people hanging around in lots at night and suggested we head somewhere safer out of town. It sounded reasonable and as he pulled out, I followed with a variety of thoughts starting to scurry through my mind. I had never done anything like this before (though honestly I didn't know exactly what 'this' would actually be) but with the hormones my younger years active and my curiosity toward the male gender, I found myself wanting to find out. We had driven several miles with the road becoming progressively more unrefined before he took a right turn on a hard, rough sandy lane to a very secluded and dark spot overlooking the water and with a good view of the roads in all directions. I pulled alongside and he suggested that I get in his car which I did. I don't remember what type of car he had, but know that it was much larger than most cars on the road today with a split bench seat with a folded down console divider seat in the middle and from what I could from see during the short time the dome light was on, a very spacious and open back seat. He might have had an idea before we met but I am sure it was quite evident after just a few minutes of our conversation that I was totally inexperienced, and he seemed to focus his best on making me feel comfortable through his words. I felt relatively safe overall and in his car we were separated by a good amount of distance with the folded-down console seat between us acting like a kind of protective barrier. As our talk became more sexual, I noticed that he had released the front of his pants and that he had taken his cock out but in the darkness it was difficult to really see much at all. The atmosphere was admittedly making me feel aroused though and I slowly let my hand move to the center of the console where it stopped and came to rest. Knowing that I could see him exposed and sensing my shyness, his fingertips reached out to softly graze the top of my hand and he asked if I would like to touch it. I didn't reply verbally but as my hand slowly moved and took it's place on his warm bare flesh, he knew the answer. The electricity was shooting through me and evidently he could feel the charge too because it didn't take long for his cock begin growing into a fairly nice erection within the grasp of my palm. His reassuring words soon had me gently massaging his cock while slowly working his foreskin back and forth over the head, feeling both warm and firm to the touch. With his outstretched arm, he reached over and began massaging my shoulder in tune with my movement. Several minutes later, the lead seemed to switch as as his massaging hand on my shoulder began getting stronger, I felt myself fondling his cock in a more pronounced way and in tune with the increased movement of his of his hand that was on me. "Would you like to suck it?" he said while looking directly in my direction. I looked back toward his eyes and while in the darkness he couldn't really see my expression, he took my lack of verbal response as a 'yes' and with his free hand, raised the console to make a wide open bench seat, then with the hand on my neck began pulling me downward toward his crotch. I couldn't really see anything to begin with so closing my eyes was more an act of a melting into the moment than an act of not looking and I soon noticed what with my sense of sight fully gone, my other senses became more enhanced, particularly in regard to the scent that I was now inhaling. I am not sure if he had not taken a bath for a while or if it was from his increased arousal, but either way, his man-scent was quite intense and ventured deeply inside my lungs as I began breathing more deeply to take him all in. Then as if unable to fully get my full breath, my lips parted to bring in more air and in the process his hand pulled me further down where the head of his cock entered my open lips. I didn't resist and instead went down on him first shyly and then more wantonly with his almost rancid taste awakening a primal feeling inside my body. His audible gasp told me that he was enjoying it too and when my instinct to blow him began to develop further, he rose and moved his pants down to his knees, giving me much more length to work with. As the fellatio continued, the hand on my head moved downward and onto my covered crotch where he began to touch and to squeeze, increasing my arousal even more particularly each time his grasp would grip relatively strongly. He then fumbled with the fastening at the top of my jeans and released it, pulled my zipper part of the way down, but in somewhat of a surprise he didn't go for my cock, but instead reached around behind me and dipped his hand deep into my pants. I let out an audible gasp but with his cock well inside my mouth, the sound that came forth sounded more like a wanton moan instead of a signal of being shocked, and thinking that I liked it, his finger dived deep inside my ass. I rose up and let out a loud squeal as pain erupted inside my asshole from his dry finger and sharp edged fingernail and I wanted to get away. "Wait baby" he said as his free hand came over to keep me bent down, "Let your ass take it, it will feel good, I promise." I didn't move but I didn't say anything either and I simply just stayed there in an almost suspended state. The actual pain of the intrusion didn't last real long but the soreness was still there and sensing that, he didn't go any deeper - but he didn't take his finger out either, letting it remain inside my body. As I adjusted to my anal intruder, his scented crotch reached out to me even more and I leaned down to continue my slow sucking of his bare manhood. This time it was different though and I was met with the surprise taste of pre-cum that was coming from his tip and it began flowing across my tongue and into my mouth. I melted into him a little bit and sensing my relaxing, his finger began moving inside my ass, not with in and out action, but at the same depth and in a more wobbling motion so as to not further abrade my partially torn hole. My soft moaning might have been a signal that I could be ready for more and he asked if he could put some lubricant in my ass and it would feel much better. I didn't give an answer because my mind was filling with a multitude of thoughts of what was happening to the point that I was starting to overload. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, or what I really wanted to get into, I just didn't know, but after a few more minutes of the finger massage inside my anus and with his cock still inside my mouth, I let out a muffled and apprehensive "ok" to give in to his request. With that, he gently pulled his finger from my ass, causing me to wince in the process, then opened his door and said "lets get in the back where we have more room." My hand slowly went to the handle on the door and as I pulled it, my mind went to thoughts of just going to my car and leaving because I was getting scared. As I stood up beneath the open skies and with the distinct smell of seaside air, I felt drawn back to the more primal setting of the car and before giving it a serious second thought, I found myself in the back seat and beside him. The reality of the situation hit starkly as he maneuvered around and started ridding himself of his pants, telling me to do the same. 'Oh Gawd', I thought as my fingers pulled my zipper the rest of the way down, 'What am I doing?' It immediately became clear what I was doing because moments later my pants and briefs were completely gone and we were both exposed with our sexual areas bare in the back seat of his car... The question now was: What was going to come next? Reaching forward, he folded the console seat back down to the lowered position and told me to lean over it, directing me where he wanted me to go. There was now a lot of space between the backside of the seat and the ceiling of the car which made it easy for me to assume my spot. In retrospect, the seat feature was likely the reason he had the car to begin with and it created a lot of room for a lot of possibilities including what would come next. The next thing I knew, he was rose up and his chest was immediately leaning over and atop my back. I quickly grew afraid but didn't know what to do because I hadn't gone out that night to be with a guy, let alone be fucked by one and there were so many conflicted emotions going through me. He reached forward to open the glove compartment, he said he needed to get the lube out, so I guess that his leaning over me was kind of necessary. He wasn't in any hurry though and he lingered on top of my back where I could feel his rock solid cock wedged between my bare cheeks. With my eyes going closed in disbelief and with my breathing quite pronounced, I felt the intense quandary of a growing sexual stimulation and genuine fear of the unknown. I think he sensed my trepidation and with my lack of doing anything to stop him, he quickly took the lead. "It feels good, doesn't it sweetheart" he spoke, with his left palm caressing my face and with his right lube-holding hand coming to rest on top of my right hand to keep me in place. I didn't say anything but instead slowly twisted my head to the left where he let his hand wander fully across my face, pulling my lower lip down and placing several fingers inside to take control of my mouth, causing me to moan wetly with saliva dripping from inside. With his fingers lodged in my mouth, his body pulled back and he flipped the top of the lube tube free and gave a firm squeeze causing a cold and wet sensation atop my exposed nether region. With an audible snap, the lube container then closed and dropped away and his fingers began working the slippery gel between my bare cheeks. I didn't know what to say or what to do and the atmosphere was just so conflicting. At the same time and in the moment though, I don't think I could say or do anything, I was simply in awe and in many ways I was like a deer in a car's headlights, unable to move and waiting for his finger to go back inside my ass. My mind started racing in a million directions with my heart and breathing at depths never before reached when instead of the finger that I was expecting, it was his cock moving in and before I had time to react, his head had breached the ring around my ass and his cock was halfway inside. I gave a startled "No" and tried to move away but in the confines of the cradling seats and with his body on top of me, there was nowhere for me to go. It hurt even more than his earlier finger stab inside my rectum and the sudden act brought no pleasure at all. I tried to say something more, but the words were not able to come because the fingers inside my mouth were effectively gagging me to where I couldn't say a thing at all. I did however manage to expel a muffled but sharp cry of pain though as he shoved forward a second determined time and his raw cock breached even further inside leaving my unprotected ass filled with his cock fully inside. I don't think I could have gotten up if I wanted to and with my slight and young stature and his prominently more muscular body, distinct weight advantage and his will to make it happen, I was essentially bound helpless beneath him - I was his for the taking. At this point though, he didn't force things any further and simply rested there, allowing my body the chance to stretch and adapt for what was inevitably yet to come. 'What was yet to come' was the scary part and to step back to the time when this was happening, New York was a hotbed for AIDS and the city was just a few short miles away (in fact the sky was illuminated with the city lights just to our north). Additionally there were no treatments to effectively help mitigate it's effects - you can easily and legitimately classify me as being very afraid. At the same time though there was also a certain allure to where I was, alone with him in his car; to the atmosphere, with our bodies practically bare; to what was happening, his cock inside my ass; and to the act that was occurring, having sex with a stranger in the night. I was enthralled. With his cock lodged inside my rectum, he began giving words of encouragement which brought me a certain aspect of ease, telling me how special the moment was and how beautiful the night was to finally be together, and that he had been attracted to me and wanted a moment alone with me for a very long time. I must admit that he was having an effect and his words were not only relaxing my mind, but they were also relaxing my body. It is not an embellishment to say that his cock had grown quite large and there was a definite pain in my ass, not only from the initial probe from his sharp & rough fingernail, but it was now being exasperated many-fold more with my tight little ass stretched many times beyond where it had ever been before. Even with the liberal lube that he had used, the physical stretching was more than my body could take and I know that he had torn me in more than one place around his girthy impaled cock. His encouraging words continued as I lay beneath him with my mind entering an almost trance-like state. The feelings of pain were also being dissipated and replaced with the sensation of love and an inner passion, particularly when his cock started to slide out and then back in, slowly moving again, and again, and again... I was being fucked. The fingers inside my mouth pulled my head gently and further to the side where he then removed his digits and his lips pressed against mine. His almost harsh bearded stubble scratching my soft and tender cheek, an interesting contrast to the warmth of the words he was speaking, his kissing and mouthing of words of love and support began to cause me to have a much more receptive body. I also found myself now wanting it to happen and interestingly I think I wanted it happen just as much to please him - someone that was loving me - than for my own personal satisfaction. At the same time, I didn't really know all that much about the actual risks involved - I had only glanced at the occasional AIDS headline, never taking the time to read through the full articles - but I knew enough to be aware that what was happening was potentially dangerously deadly. With a tear appearing and being held in the corner of my eye, I gave a sheepishly meek request and asked: "Can you use a condom?" The tear slid down across my cheek. His cock continued to slowly work inside my body, out the majority of the way and then back in until his bush and balls were firmly nestled against my flesh and his mouth came alongside my ear, "I don't have any, sweetheart", and with that he held me tighter with his actions becoming slightly more pronounced. "Can we do it another time? When we have some? Please?" I asked, his fucking growing noticeably faster and more full. "But we're together now, sweetheart" (admittedly the sweetheart word was beginning to make me melt every time I heard it and I felt like I was 'his' and that I was no longer an independent 'self'). "Your body is telling me that you want it, baby. You don't want me to stop now, do you?" and with that his fucking became even more aggressive. "Please." I almost pleaded. "We can do it tonight, but can we get a condom first?" "Please." This time I was clearly begging. Without saying a word and without even acknowledging what I said, he pinned me downward affirming his position of being in control and continued fucking me - fucking me for a very long time - pounding noisily inside, pounding me hard, pounding me bare, his breathing becoming faster and his sweat making me wet beneath him, my body becoming continually more sore - but I didn't do anything, I didn't try to do anything, I just found myself taking it My ass was getting more wet too and I don't know if it was from his pre-cum or something from inside me, but it felt like my loins were much more wet than from the lube alone. As if to confirm and reinforce the wetness I was feeling, he gave a hard downward plunge, his loins tight against my ass, his cock full and deep inside my hole, his arms wrapping me inescapably tight, my body bound between his chest and the seat, his body shaking almost violently and convulsing and he yells right inside my ear. "Oh fucking God I'm cumming. Oh. Fuck. God. Take it. It's fucking yours." His cock buries inside me. I couldn't do anything, nothing at all. I couldn't stop it, at least not now - it already happened. I began to look around, staring blankly in every direction, not seeing anything, but then also seeing something, the sky glowing above NYC, the things I had read - or rather the things that I should have read. The thought of AIDS was going through my mind - was it now going throughout my body? I truly didn't know about the risk involved, I didn't really know anything at all, just bits and pieces at the very most. I was scared. He stayed inside me and didn't move - I didn't move. We stayed like that for what seemed like a very long time and I don't think he wanted it to end because he never left, then when he started pulling back, it was only to reposition and move forward once again, slowly starting to fuck me once more. I was so conflicted, so confused, so worried, and yet at the same time, in a strange way, I felt so loved. He was no longer fucking me hard and rough like he was before he came inside me, but was fucking me soft and gentle like he really loved me and cared for me. I began to sob softly to myself but not hard enough that I thought he would notice, unless he could see my tears which should have been invisible in the darkness of the night. I didn't know why I was crying and whether it was because of the fear and finality in what had just happened, or if it was for a love that I felt envelop me and thinking that me must be truly loving me, loving being with me. It was then that he held me once again, his warm arms tight and cradling, his loins gyrating into my ass, and his cum definitely squirting inside my ass - again. "I love you" he whispered. "I love you" I said softly back, realizing my sobbing was likely apparent as I spoke. Perhaps not sure about my reaction or the reason for my sob, he was quiet for several minutes before finally asking. "Were you a virgin?" "Yes" I answered. It was my first time with a man and the first time I was ever fucked. He kissed my cheek. As we got dressed, I knew that I had a distant drive to get back and that I would be carrying him for a long time along the way - much too long to have any chance of expelling him and the possible danger that I was carrying inside my body. I thought of asking him before I left if he had AIDS or anything but to be honest, I was afraid to know. I knew that there wasn't any real treatment and that there were people dying from it and I didn't want to leave knowing that it was going to happen to me if he would have said he had it, so I just left. Perhaps it would take more than being fucked once (actually being cummed in twice) to become infected, at least I hoped. I spent the many days ahead paying much more attention to articles and reports about AIDS with the hope of finding some type of assurance that I wouldn't have it - but I never found anything that made me feel safe. I had what I had, if I had anything. I also probably had whatever he had, but only time was going to tell. The only thing I knew was that I didn't have was my virginity. I left it in a car that night. I left it with him when he filled me with his cum. Virginity lost.

A while back i commented on here how i knew a hot guy for about 2 years that i had met on grindr. And for those 2 years he always fucked me with a condom . His dick is amazing a good nine inches or more , thick and big ballz . Think Rocco Steeles dick exactly like that no lie! But he always used condom i hated that and he never kissed or made out . With him it was always a quick one nite stand . He would come to my place and out the door in 10 mins . It got to the point i wasnt even enjoying it anymore so i stopped replying to his texts . Then yesterday he texted me out of nowhere after knowing nothing about him for probably more than 2 months. He said he was really horny and hadnt had sex in 2 months. I tought eh what the heck i also been really horny and havent had sex since all this quarantine shit started . I live in los angeles California were they been really strict with the lockdown . So i was really horny and needed something up my ass BAD!!! So even tho i knew he used condoms i was so desperate i told him fuck it come over. Ive got deep cleaned enema and all and called him over. When he showed up to my door my jaw dropped . I mean he was already good looking now he was even better. Hes tall about 6'4 nice worked out body he cuban/Mexican and has a nice full beard . Just how i like them . Im short 5'6 skinny twinkish ,smooth bubble butt so latin men like him are my favorite. Once we were in my roon we both instantly got naked and laid down on my bed. And for the first time ever in 2 years he pinned me down against the bed and started kissing me passionately he stuck his tongue down my throat and made out real good . He then started kissing my neck and going down and sucking on my pink nipples and bitting them again first time he ever did those things. What took me by surprise was that he also ate my pink smooth hole for the first time ever. Then i sucked him off he got rock hard then we 69ed for a while he ate my ass out while i sucked his dick . So he then put me doggy style and i tought UgH he gonna put on the condon now. But nope he for the first time ever sticked it in raw and with no lube only spit. Fuuuuck it Fucking hurt but felt so good cuz like i said his dick is huge and thick . He fucked me 4 times in that day every way and position imaginable and shot all his loads real deep inside me . It got to a point he was actually making love to me. It wasnt like before were it was a quick 10 minute one nite stand and no kissing. This time it was very different we made out while he was fucking me and he kissed all my body and made me hickies all over my neck and on nips . He was telling me how he always wanted to fuck me raw but never asked me because he always tought i was gonna tell him no. So after we were done i told him in available every day at what ever time. Since i live alone and working from home. He told me im also available every day 24/7 . He now gonna come over every day. Yum cant wait ! I guess something good did come out of this quarantine

Hot-damn, your description turns me on so much! Reminds me of what COULD HAVE BEEN... had I allowed myself to go with the flow... much earlier! Going back about 15 years, I had a 'newbie' (BF-to-be) take me to his happy cruising grounds in Houston to introduce me to a 'new world', HIS WORLD I think he might have said. Let's call him Tommy, who was my benevolently-mischievous, prospective 'slut-mentor'. Maybe he said 'new world' or 'a surprise', or 'meeting some fun friends'. Not sure as I wasn't very verbal about all the kinky shit roiling in my head. It stewed silently and confusingly! Me back then still being on the fence about 'unsafe sex' and spooked about the prospect of getting the 'bug'. As a rule, I only topped him and bareback every time and with a huge Prince Albert in. We never talked about status or 'dangers' so I guess I sub-consciously was one of those hypocrites who figured as a topped you couldn't get 'the bug' that easily... weeks later when T. gave me a vd the health department let me know he was also positive but hadn't pozzed me... But he had a plan in mind for me. CONVERT me into a party boy I guess. He did take me to a few places where some of the 'dudes he knew' had their way with me as he watched... he was very turned on by 'whoring me out' as a BOTTOM!!! And everybody in Houston was very friendly and forward and not at all like the pissy queens in Dallas I experienced on another 'escapade'. Some big-dicked dude who Tommy still recounts by first and last name was the first total stranger who had his thick cock up my ass... this LEWD BREEDING initiated by a third party was the beginning of something CLICKING inside of me. Accepting sex as a sport, and have my 'slut-mentor' BF wholeheartedly endorse, encourage and facilitate it... But I had too much on my plate that year: another hot but super-jealous toy-boy who hated Tommy, and a sexy ex kept coming around time and time again from his promiscuous sexapades with strippers, hookers and flight-attendants in Atlanta, pretending as though he was only looking for 'true love' and monogamy, what a crock of shit. Long story short, Tommy and I parted ways but recently reconnected. Fucked around as he and his BF had a spat. The BF is a total bb bottom-whore (but sadly HIGHLY POSSESSIVE of his top, while being lazy and he doesn't work) . Tommy enables him to live a frivolous life-style and they together, or the BF by himself go on multi-day-long binge orgies at cheap motels and on every app available. It's a life-style that has become TOTALLY HOT to me. All except the one-sided hypocrisy and possessiveness. I have a BF/husband now who is on the same level with me. However both of us are very career-driven and although we mostly have a mutual 'licence-to-be-sluts' we don't use it as much as Tommy and his cumdumpster do... The sluttier, more promiscuous, more anon, more random the sex is (with strangers) , the more BOTH of us get turned on by our exploits and get hornier for each other! More on the subject in another reply on here!

I have had a few boyfriends whore me out and I loved it every time. if your boyfriend is a cumdump that loves taking anonymous loads from strangers then thats what he was born to have done to him. the first boyfriend started taking me to the bathhouse to watch men fuck me. first one or two then more and more. soon he started whoring me out online and taking me to guys places to watch them fuck me. sometimes he couldn't watch so he would wait outside for the guy to finish using me then take me to the next man. the second boyfriend who whored me out did the same but would also take me to the porntheatre, strip me naked and offer me to EVERY SINGLE man that came in. trust me, if your boyfriend is even half as slutty as me he will love you for whoring him out. the more men the better. the dirtier the better. thats what pussyboys are for. have fun getting him used

Been meaning to write this story a long time ago. Hope y'all enjoy it, I might continue it ~~~~~~ With the recent rains the night air was cool and refreshing as I walked along the wet sand path in the middle of the night in the dark desert. With only the nearly full moon above with the occasional obscuring cloud and the little blacklight flashlight for spotting scorpions to give me light it might be unnerving to other people but I loved the desert at night. Especially now with the rains the night seemed truly alive with animal and insect noises abundant. Thankfully the wildlife kept to themselves with no glowing scorpions appearing in my path. This patch of desert was about fifteen minutes out of town in a hiking park and not the first time I'd come this far at night. I knew I wasn't alone from how many cars I'd seen at the parking lot at the head of the trail and by the footprints in the wet sand I was following. I could feel my cock start to throb and swell in the basketball shorts I wore with nothing underneath as I thought about the fun I had the last time I had been here late at night. Suddenly I could hear voices ahead of me and I could feel my dick twitch with excitement. With the moon out for the moment I spotted a group of shadows moving under a cluster of mesquite trees around some low boulders. Getting closer I suddenly heard a gasping moan and the slap of flesh against flesh and I knew I had found what I was looking for. Stepping up I clicked off the flashlight and into the darkness of the trees. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the shadows but the sight was enough to make me glad I'd taken the time to come all the way out here. A small group of men were crowded around a wide, low boulder with several bent over it or laying on it with men either behind them or between their legs thrusting away. I could hear the moans of the bottoms and the grunting of the men fucking them and I couldn't wait to join them as my shorts tented fully in front of me by the time I joined them. A few of the guys gathered nodded at my approach and moved aside to make room for me to get a better look. I watched for a few minutes as another somewhat chubby guy was bent over the boulder with is wide ass being pounded by a fat dick as my eyes got further adjusted to the darkness. My cock was tenting my shorts and starting to leak so I tugged the hem down beneath my balls and started to stroke myself as I looked around at the group. No one was talking beyond grunting and moaning out small words of excitement as they fucked in the darkness of the desert. I was wondering what to do next when I felt a hand brush across my chubby ass before reaching over to give my cock a few strokes then back to give a cheek a squeeze. Looking I couldn't really tell what the man looked like but reaching out I felt a somewhat thin but long cock that leaked across my fingers as I started to stroke it in return. Feeling him groping my ass I knew what he wanted and it just happened to be exactly what I wanted too. Moving over to a free spot on the boulder next to the other man I bent over against the cool stone and pushed my shorts down around my knees. The man was right there behind me, his hands groping and kneading my ass and I soon felt the leaking tip of his cock sliding up and down my hole. He grunts in happiness as his dick catches my already lubed hole, my ass prepared from the plug I had worn on my ride out here. We both groan out into the night air as he presses in, my hole loosening enough to let his wide head slip inside as well as a few inches. I reached under me and started to slowly squeeze and stroke my cock as the nameless man fucked his pole deeper into my hole until his hips were eventually bouncing off my cheeks. His grunts were music to my ears as I moaned in reply like a good bottom, squeezing around the cock as it rakes against my prostate making me drip with each throb of my own dick. "Yeah, fuck that faggot good" I heard a voice to my side and realize it came from a man standing close stroking his prick watching me get fucked. My current fucker took the encouragement and started to speed up the pace, his hips starting to clap against my ass with increasing tempo while groaning out as I clenched down around him. His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me back into his thrusts with his eagerness. As I was getting fucked harder and loving every moment of it I heard a gasping moan and looked to my fellow bottom and saw his fucker hilt himself fully into him, the tops ass clenching visibly as he must've been pumping a load into the lucky man. The man fucking me seemed to slow down a moment to watch as the pair grind against each other for a few second before the top slides his cock out of the sloppy hole. There was hardly any time for the bottom to rest before another man takes the tops hole and slides in without any resistance, the bottom gasping out a low "Fuck yeah," as he was filled again as his top starts to fuck him hard right from the bat using the previous mans cum as extra lube. My attention on the others was broken as my fucker suddenly picked up the pace again making me yep with surprise then groan with enjoyment as he pounded my hole. His fingers dug into my hips suddenly and I felt his motions get shaky before he suddenly fell on top of me and hilted himself pinning me against the boulder. I could feel his cock swell before a warmth began to fill me, my voice moaning out as I feel this stranger dump his load into me while growling out in my ear, telling me to take his load. He didn't wait long before he pushed himself up and slowly pulled his softening prick free from my asshole with a pop. Panting softly I barely lifted my head to look back in time to see the man that had been stroking his cock watching me get fucked step up behind me and put his hand on my back. Pushing me down again he slaps his cock against my hole, suddenly realizing it was much larger than it had looked in the darkness. "Oh fuck, fuck me please," I moaned out as my cockhungry side really started to take hold. I had just taken some strangers load in my ass in the middle of the desert at night, completely forgetting the condoms I had in my pocket but once again I couldn't help myself and allowed him to fuck me. And now I was lifting my chubby ass towards another faceless man like some wanton whore while looking over my shoulder. It was by chance that the clouds shifted away from the moon as I felt him start working his fat, uncut head into my already stretched and dripping hole. Already used to the darkness the bit of light that shone through the branches was enough for me to see some of the man's torso. At first the shadows hid it but then as I felt his hips press against my ass, his fingers pulling my cheeks apart in order to hilt his fat dick in my hungry hole, did I finally see it. Across his pec was the unmistakable shape of a tattoo of a scorpion within in a bright red biohazard symbol. My asshole clenches around the cock I now realized was toxic and dripping it's own venom into my unprotected insides. He groans as he flexes his cock inside me, drawing out a moan from me as he started to pull out then slide back in with long, deep strokes that make my own dick throb and drip with excitement as this toxic stranger started to fuck me harder and faster. Glancing around the increased moonlight let me see that several of the other tops fucking their own moaning cumdumps had their own tattoos proudly displaying their POZ status. I had not come here seeking poz loads but as that heavenly toxic cock plowed my eager hole I knew I wasn't leaving without more. I'd always been told to watch out for scorpions in the desert but I had never stopped to consider this kind!

To start, it might help to tell a little about me. I am basically a somewhat regular person that most people wouldn't really notice while walking past on the street or in the mall. I lead a standard life with nothing really spectacular on outside appearances but out of sight of most folk I have a distinct affection for many alternative and kink realms, and oftentimes the more outside the norm something is, the more I feel attracted to it. This adventure starts on Grindr where I had been chatting with someone (Mark) for a while but had yet to ever meet. His profile originally caught my attention because of his attractive picture, as well as several of the things in his bio including his interest in kink and other activities. An additional aspect that caught my eye was his status which was listed as poz / undetectable. I was negative and we had chatted somewhat in depth about his status, when and how he contracted it, his treatment and so forth and his openness with everything made me feel quite comfortable. While I have played around some (both protected and unprotected), I have tried to be relatively careful while doing so and I have managed to remain disease free in all ways - through having caution in who I meet with as well in the activities we engage in and the level of protection. Mark and I had talked about getting together with some of our conversations becoming very steamy, but I live with family so my place is only available at certain times and his living situation made his place unavailable for meeting there. Between that and our differing availability (he sometimes travels for work) our getting together never happened. It had been a while since I had seen him online then one morning I logged in to find him there which immediately sent a tinge of arousal through my body. I had woke up particularly horny and hadn't played for quite some time so was thinking of masturbating to start the day but really wanted something much more and I sent him a message saying that I was horny and asked if he'd like to meet. I embellished the message to be intentionally enticing and pointed out that it was safe to meet and play at my place right now if he was available. His reply was every bit as enticing as my invite and he essentially told me I better be careful what I asked for because I just might get 'it' because he hadn't gotten off for a long while and was horny. He then added that he had been out of town for a while with work and it would probably be best if we didn't meet right now which sort of burst my bubble. I was turned on by the first part of his reply, but disappointed with the last part so responded with a picture of my bare ass and replied "Do you want to cum - here?" in an attempt to encourage him. He didn't respond for several minutes then a picture of his bare, glistening wet and fully erect cock popped up on my screen and he replied "My cock says yes, but we would need to talk first." His cock picture sent a bolt of electricity throughout me and I replied: "We can chat here *I gave him my address* and would love to meet you. I am free right now." It was another several minutes before his reply. "I will be there in 20 minutes." I replied "Awesome!" then immediately headed to the bathroom to do a quick pre-play cleansing (inside and out) with my heart beating deep and fast. Clean-up went pretty quickly and I was in my sweats and a t-shirt by the time his car pulled in front of the house. My heart continued its rapid beat and in addition I could feel wetness seeping from my loins as he came toward the house. I met him at the door and could sense that there was passion flowing in both directions as soon as our eyes connected. Once inside, I closed and locked the door and led him to the bedroom where the lighting was dim and I had porn playing on the screen at just the right volume to set an atmosphere. He said it was great to finally meet me which I replied much the same, and since he wasn't making any moves I got on the bed and moved to the other side and he sat down beside me. His pictures hadn't really done true justice and his body was even hotter than I anticipated, particularly with his loose fitting gym shorts and t-shirt doing little to hide his physique. It left little to the imagination but I couldn't keep my hand from reaching over to rest on his upper thigh where it slowly moved toward a covered but quite pronounced bulge. Mark's hand came to rest gently on my forearm and as he looked straight into my eyes he said: "We need to have a little talk." "Can it wait for a little bit?" I asked as my eyes looked back into his and my palm came to rest on top of his thinly covered but very evident erect manhood and balls with my fingers tenderly moving upon him. As his eyes closed, his head leaned back into the pillow and it became clear that the talking could wait. His relaxed and awaiting posture increased my desire and I moved around to face him while on my knees and kneeled there with one hand continuing to explore his loins with my second beginning to caress his upper body. His hand remained in place on my forearm but began to slowly stroke as an encouragement for me to continue. As I continued to touch and softly squeeze, his cock grew ever harder and his body relaxed as if in a further invitation. My hand slid downward on his leg and then up once again, only this time it entered between his flesh and his shorts where I cradled his bare balls and engorged manhood. Talking became the last thing on our minds and when his lips parted, it was not to say words but for his tongue to emerge and wet his two lips. I haven't been big into kissing but in the atmosphere of the moment, I found the urge and leaned forward where our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. He appeared to like the kissing too and within moments the head of his cock was covered with wetness as his pre-cum began flowing forth. We both moaned in unison and continued our kiss but as I removed my now wet and slick hand from inside his shorts and attempted to remove his shorts, he pulled his head slightly back and murmured "We really need to talk first." I somewhat sarcastically said a soft "Yeah?" before my lips again enjoined his while I maintaining a downward pull on his waistband. His body seemed to give in and with his eyes fully closed and his tongue softly swirling, his bottom raised upward and soon he was bare from the waist down. I raised up to see his exposed cock and balls and with the rapidly increasing temperatures between us, I removed my shirt and began removing my pants. He leaned up to shed his shirt too and we were then naked together. In seeing his bare body, I was in full and complete in lust. The feeling was likely mutual because as I leaned down to lick his soaked loins, his palm rested atop my head as a sign of encouragement. The taste was truly alluring and just when I thought I had cleaned up every droplet into my mouth, another would appear and his flow never stopped. My mouth then opened and took him inside, starting at the head and working downward until I began to choke. His arousal seemed to increase as I did so and in addition to the hand on my head, he placed a second on my ass cheeks where it began rubbing and squeezing. As his fingertips probed further, he discovered that I was slippery with lube that I had applied earlier after I had cleansed myself. My lips began moving up and down on his engorged cock and I did my best to take it all the way, but I'd softly gag each time it reached the deeper depths. He didn't seem to mind though and perhaps it was a turn on because I soon found his fingers entering in and out of my ass in tune with the movement of my mouth on his cock. With my hands free and not occupied by his cock, I reached for a bottle of poppers and took several deep hits, with only a momentary pause in my sucking. The feeling of euphoria soon overtook my body and evidently my throat as well because I found myself now taking his entire hard cock fully with only an occasional small gag, and from his reaction, he was enjoying it as much as I was. I rose once again and took a huge hit, held it for a short bit then followed with another. I then replaced the cap and moved to straddle his body with my bare ass coming to rest atop his hot and wet cock and I looked deep into his eyes. He began to mouth the word "no", somewhat softly at first but increasingly stronger as I slowly gyrated on top of him. When his cock nuzzled up to the entrance of my hole and my opening began to part, he reached up to take hold of me and said "We have to talk." I looked at him and stopped, my body hungering to go downward, but I waited to hear as he began talking and said that he had been off of his meds during his work trip because he had forgotten them at home. I was conflicted and admittedly a bit scared too, but at the same time my arousal was through the roof - the feeling of exposure and the vulnerability of a poz and possibly no longer undetectable cock probing inside my body had my heartbeat and breathing going spastic. With the length of time he was off of his meds, neither one of us really thought it would be safe to go on, and things had come together and happened in a way that there wasn't an opportunity to research it before we got to this point. In honesty, didn't want to become infected and he didn't want to infect me, but at the same time our arousal had taken us to this all-time high point for both of us. As we were talking about it, I became aware that I was now sitting fully impaled on his rock hard cock - and I could now feel both the soreness of my fully stretched ass and the stress his knob was creating as it was pushing the lining of my inner rectum further within my body. He realized how deeply he was inside too and shyly said that it felt like his cock was leaking and that things were becoming wet inside - but at the same time, was admittedly feeling so very gawd awful hot. As I remained motionless and uncertain, Mark reached down and came back with the bottle of poppers that had worked its way beneath his bottom and was now quite hot from it's confined position against his hot flesh. Almost by instinct, I reached forward, took the bottle in my hands, exhaled completely, removed the top and took multiple inhalations of the warmed and deeply potent scent. Upon completion, Mark took the bottle from my hand and took a strong hit before closing the bottle, his palms coming to rest on my hips where he took a somewhat assuring grip - looking into my eyes with a renewed sense of arousal. I began to raise up, causing his cock to slide alongside my stretched and open hole which gave a wonderful feeling. My lifting also removed some of the pressure on my painfully stretched inner membrane, but interestingly the feeling of being deeply impaled on his cock felt far better than the sense of not being there - particularly after the last dose of poppers I just had. While I think I was intending to get up and to stop - because we could always wait and play another day when we knew it was safer - but my body, the moment, the poppers, and the amazing feeling of his cock being inside my ass caused me to sink back down and to become fully impaled again. "What are you thinking?" Mark said as he looked into my eyes, his palms holding me tight but not forcing me either way. I looked deeply back while moving slowly back and forth on his potentially potent cum pole, pondering for a few moments, then without a further thought, I raised upward, his cock pulling free and watching it wetly slap against his stomach. I then took a position with my bare body beside his, my exposed ass raised slightly in the air and clearly said: "Fuck me, gawd, fuck me hard." As his body rose, I planted my face deep into the bed and it was probably a good thing that I did because when his cock plunged roughly inside me, I gave out a strong audible gasp and the fucking began. I am not sure if the tears that began to flow were from the pain that his hard fucking was giving me, or from the magic (or the fear) of what was happening, but at this point I was beyond any reasonable thinking - things were just happening and I didn't want to make it stop. I really didn't know if things were going to be okay but at this point I really didn't care, I just wanted it to happen - no matter what 'it' was. Mark was fucking me ever more intensely and I took each and every stroke, including the variety of slaps and punches that he began giving me while asking if this is what I wanted (he knew well of my masochistic interests), only to have my body twist and writhe to his motions, not trying to escape but to try to remain in place as it all happened. This went on for quite some time. My body can only take so much though and it reached the point I couldn't take anything more, but before I could say a word, he plunged deep inside and further than any stroke before, his teeth making a hard bite into my shoulder that I knew would leave an eternal mark and as I gave a full throated scream, his body began convulsing and pulsating with his unleashed cum flowing into and coating my worn rectum. His fucking had stopped and I think he was just as exhausted as I was, but he didn't get up and continued to lay on me, his cock firmly lodged and with the bulk of his cum contained inside me but with an ooze of the overflow working its way out too. It was quite a while before he finally pulled his body free and for me to be able to start recovering. I remember how precious it was though in hearing his words about how amazing of a fuck it was, and if nothing else, I felt great satisfaction in knowing that I pleased him that way (which turned me on and only made me want him to fuck me again - soon). I lay on the bed a bit longer with the growing stark realization of the seriousness of what just occurred, which was really sinking in with a multitude of thoughts flowing through my head, some absolutely scary. When we met, the last thing that I wanted was to become poz, but now that we had fucked like that, some of the scary stuff began dissipating and was being replaced with some type of wanton desire. The fuck was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. If nothing more I am filled with a cherished (and in some ways physically painful) feeling, and having the uncertainty involved is making it even more intense. While time will tell what the ultimate outcome of this play will be, I found that my play with Mark was very much on the edge compared to anything I have done before and visiting the edge is something that I find myself wanting to happen again - particularly if it carries an euphoric and true degree of risk.

The memories of the session with Toby, Michael and my new fuck Milos lingered. In my mind, cock, arse and bloodstream. Toby moved in with Milos who didn’t return home. He extended his internship in my company which meant I got see a lot more of him in the office and across my office. His arse was so tight and sweet tasting that using it almost felt like an obligation. Sucking Toby’s seed from his cunt became an regular ritual; as well as the occasional anonymous lunchtime load he delivered. It seemed only polite to send him home occasionally with my own load as a pre dinner starter for his filthy boyfriend. Outside of work my routine fell into an easy rhythm. Swimming, the occasional fuck - random or regular - and hard abusive fuck sessions with my boyfriend. Life was perfect. Except Jacques had disappeared. I roamed the pool at night, I wandered around the estate - and realising the amount of horny cock and arse available - and visited the sauna taking more cock and arse as I searched. In vain. He’d clearly left. All that was left were the memories and the fantasies. Neither filled the hole in my cunt that needed filling. I’ll even admit that sometimes as my boyfriend raped my hole I’d imagine it was Jacques equally long but thicker shaft ripping into me. As he dropped another load into me, I dreamed it was Jacques load, which I imagined was thick, creamy and loaded with toxins and chems. it always made me cum so hard. This pleased my boyfriend, and sometimes I admit I imagined telling him the truth. If only so he would beat me and fuck me even harder. As the weather improved, I started swimming in the nearby lido. It was basically a lake with two jettys. The newest was clearly signposted, had a life guard post and was popular. But half an hour around the lake was an older, more desolate jetty. Warning signs made it clear that it was dangerous to swim here unattended and in the years I’d been using it there had been some near accidents. And fatalities. Mainly inexperienced swimmers who had swum out too far. I loved it. As a strong swimmer I had no qualms and for most of the time I was alone. Occasionally I’d see another guy but always in the distance. And because it was so remote, swimming bollock naked was acceptable. The cold water was invigorating. Strangely I’d never had sex there. Or picked up. It wasn’t that sort of place. And I liked that. I tended to go first thing. Sometimes there was a gentle fog on the water which parted as I swam to the middle of the lake, floated on my back and shut the world out. Usually with my hard cock rigid and sticking out of the water. I never touched it. It seemed wrong somehow. Because of my search for Jacques, I was probably the fittest I had ever been. Not only had my boyfriend commented as he used my body and holes, but even the women in the office started flirting with me. And more than once I caught the closet fags in the office casting lustful glances in my direction. And as I fucked Milos over my desk I couldn’t help but admire my own rippling muscles as I slammed into his cunt. One morning as I turned in to swim back to my pile of clothes - yeah, it was that safe - I spotted a runner along the shore line. Even from where I was he looked fit as fuck as he jogged along the shoreline. His singlet billowed our in the way they do on a muscular frame and his shorts hugged thick thighs. As I swam a bit closer he paused by my clothes. I paused. He didn’t look like a thief. As I watched he peeled off his singlet and stretched, wiping what must have been sweaty, reeking pits with his tee before smelling it. His hand dropped to his crotch and he clearly readjusted himself before slipping it back on, and turning ran back along the shore. But it wasn’t that which caught my attention most. My cock had gone rock hard because the guy was inked. Top to toe. It was Jacques. But by the time I got to the shore, he had disappeared. I quickly dressed, ran to my car and put my key in the ignition. My cock was stiff and leaking into my cargo shorts. I closed my eyes and leaned back. My hand dropped to my crotch as my mind wandered back to that night in Jacques department. The spliff. The kiss. His moist lips on my cock ... Suddenly someone banged on the driver’s window of the car. I sat up bolt upright, wincing as my cock was bent against its will inside my trousers. Angrily, I looked out hit hit the button to lower the window. I was about to swear, and there he was. Jacques. In singlet and shorts. Sweating. Smiling. My anger dissipated as he leaned into the window. “Hey dude, what you doing here?” My car was suddenly filled with his scent. My cock went so hard I winced again. “Swimming. Uh, how are you?” “Good man. Good. Running. Not seen you about here before.” “No. I only come here when it’s warmer. No seen you at the pool.” “No. I’ve been away for a few weeks for work. Got into running but will head to the pool again. What do you think?” He pulled away and pull up his singlet. Fuck, he was ripped. And as I looked, I could see his cock swinging in his running shorts. Determined not to be distracted, I looked him straight in the eye. “Not bad. You’ve been working hard.” He laughed. “Yeah, man. Looks like you’ve been keeping trim too.” “I try. Swimming mainly. And some weight.” “Yeah. Looks like you’ve filled out.” I blushed not sure if he had actually noticed I had filled out of he was referring to the tent in my pants. I coughed. “Well, I’d better go. Things to do.” Without a second though he vaulted over my car’s bonnet and opened the passenger door. “Hey man, you could at least offer me a lift. I’m shagged.” Without waiting, he clambered into the seat and buckled up. Staring at me, he smiled. “Drive.” I put the key in the ignition, started the engine and started to drive back to town. Jacques leaned down to turn on the radio, brushing my knee as he did so. He was chatting away. He’d been to Canada and then New York but loved returning “home”. He asked what I’d been up to, how work was. To be honest I was trying to concentrate on driving and getting my cock to go down. I was almost faint with the smell of his sweat. I just wanted to get out of the car. “Pull over.” I was jerked back to reality and he was motioning to a turning. “Pull over. I need a leak.” Obediently I pulled over. He opened the door, leapt out and disappeared into the bushes. “Don’t you need a leak?” I stared into the bushes from where the voice had come. My mouth was dry. Truth was I needed a piss. After my swim I had drunk almost a litre of water. But my cock was hard. Fuck it. I needed a piss. I got out of the car and looked around. I could see the road but still locked the car. I followed Jacques into the woods. The sunlight dappled through the leaves and suddenly I was in a clearing, and Jacques was leaning against a fallen tree. He’d taken his singlet off. He was incredibly ripped. And his tattoos were covered in a layer of thick fur. I gasped. He chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve left my fur grow. Like it?” He stretched his arms above his head and looked straight at me. “Strip.”

Great start. Can hardly wait for more.

I agree Knowing you have a toxic breeder , holding you in place pumping his high viral toxic load into your fertile ass , making you part of him for ever is the best feeling in the world

I wasn't posting about this to keep it a bit of a secret, but I guess the secret's out. I've attended two different Horse Markets as a mare. The second one there was easily 3 Stallions to each mare. I was in the stables for almost 4 hours, and there was maybe a few minutes here and there that I wasn't being stuffed with cock in either end. Lube became unnecessary since my hole was flooded with cum, so the next guy slid right in. If anyone's interested I could turn it into a story and post it there. Easily one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Mare tickets sell out first, and they sell out fast. I was lucky enough to get one for the April event, and, well, we know how that one went... The Stable Master was generous enough to hold all existing tickets for when they're able to open up again, hopefully that will be some time this year.

Don’t know what it is… but he doesn’t do anything for me.

I believe this to be the case. All that time I wasted buying into such nonsense. As for the rest of your comment @rawsatyr, very well said. Relatable. Absolutely!

#8 Half Swedish & Half Mexican switch. 5ft 7 120LBS. black hair brown skin I have a 4 GA. P.A and other body piercing.

I live for that throb [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/-39-pulsating-breeding-43829361

I am in an open, loving and supportive relationship for 28 years now. We are married. Our relationship has always been open. I have a lot of sex with other guys. I host sex parties several times a month. And it works. I think the reason is because we are both secure in ourselves. There is no jealousy. We have a wonderful relationship. And living in Palm Springs, I have a lot of friends in the same situation. The idea that you cannot have a successful long term open relationship is bullshit. While there are many factors that go into it, communication is the key. We both understand that life is too short to keep each other from having fun and exploring ourselves. I think too many guys place their insecurities on the other guy instead of dealing with it themselves. I am not saying an open relationship is for everyone. If you and your partner are into monogamy, great. However, there are a lot of us who like and enjoy an open relationship. And it works.

Mr.Benson puts Joey and me to work as both of us are Poz and are very desirable to chasers and stealth condom fairies. At bathhouses, we show up; ass holes are spread open for our toxic loads. We got to colleges Gay frat parties, which are safe only, so we have to hide our Poz tattoos, but we bring our condom that always fails. Sometimes we hear someone came down with the flu. One college newspaper posted that the school has a high number of men who have tested POZ. We get a call from Mr.Benson to come home ASAP, so we both know something is up. When we get back home, he hands us chastity devices and says that he is going to lock us up for the next 30 days. He tells us that we are going to the Bio Hazard Ball; it's going to be a fun time. We see the rules: Tops can not be on meds, and must be Poz then will be tested before entering. Poz Tops can only use these drugs. Caverject Viagra Poppers Tops will ware either wrist band on their left wrist white with red crosses or a Glod wrist band that lets people know they have full-blown AIDS. Bottoms will be negative lockup in chastity will be tested 30 days then two weeks before the event to make sure they are negative. They must go on a liquid diet two weeks before arriving, the only drugs they can use. GHB Meth Poppers Ketamine They can not refuse any Top advances or their load. If you have a condom, you will be removed out from the party. The party is to convert as many bottoms as possible. I ask Mr.Benson how does this party goes, so there are enough bottoms as he is laughing then says there is no limit on the number of tops as they keep the ratio of neg.chaseres to POZ Tops at 4 to 1. There are so many bottoms who want to become Poz; they put a limit on them. They have taken over the whole hotel, and it's so crowded at the check-in line, then Mr. Benson says, let's go this way. They have a separate line for the Poz Tops as we have to get tested. When it's my turn, they ask me my age, and I say 19 he is laughing, and 20 minutes later, I get my POZ wrist band. I see a few with the gold band, as they are like royalty, I see one with the gold band who is about my age and I can see the bulge in his pants. Walking down the hall to our room, I see the doors with this symbol + or - so it's too let you know what you are. Tops can lock their door as bottoms, can not lock their door, must be open all the time. Tops can wear whatever clothes they want; bottoms can only have PINK jockstraps on. There is also a grand ballroom that is for public breeding. The chasers are in a pen like you have cattle, and the Tops pull them out, take them to one of the benches, beds, slings and breed them put a butt plug in their ass then back the to pen.

How ironic the prequel to my next chapter as set out above is titled *Waiting*. For those who are wanting more to this story, and have been patiently *waiting* for more, all my stories have taken to the back burner as I have got a LOT going on in my personal life. I do realise a lot of time has elapsed so maybe interest has waned. However, if you are still eager for more, give this a like so I know to continue. I do have the next chapter almost ready to go to print, ha, and have concrete plans on how I want to develop the central character Stevie boy, and most definitely have plans for his boyfriend Lew, and the next door neighbour Ramon. ☣️ I sincerely hope everyone is keeping well in light of global events that have unfolded during the last few months, and continue to evolve on a daily basis.

I’m no mussel bound male but a skinny 5ft7 120lbs twink. I did not have much to begin with, so instead of shaving, I had whatever hair I had on my body permanently removed by laser. Now no more shaving hair stubbles or ingrown hairs hairless as the day I was born from the neck down.

I’m an uncut guy myself but have never turned down a decent circumcised cock because here in the US most guys are circumcised. So basically any European foreigners and Latin and Asian guys are usually circumcise. The rare uncircumcised American dude has crossed my radar. Latex warped cock is indistinguishable and brutal on the sensitive anal walls. So, do you bareback loving bottoms crave uncut juicy wet cock or dry rough circumcised cock. Obviously there is line to be added to the mix but I’ve noticed that even when an uncut dude is lubed up his cock head is also already super moist soft and throbbing purple ready to breed at any moment. Which is a trade off not all uncircumcised guy cum fast but most do. Uncircumcised guys last slightly longer pressed up against my sensitive prostate. As if uncut cock needs to be soaked first in a cumdump absorbing all his cum into his cock head gland and after hours of fucking is silky smooth. Don’t get me wrong I’ve had some amazing impregnating sessions with large cut American guys that made my nipples and ears tingle. All caveats aside the smells and foreplay associated with an uncut cock is sexually Arousing. Especially when their glorious foreskin is super wet and stretchy and knocking at my boipussy’s door. The feeling of the folds of skin stretching open and Trojan Horsing a super warm, wet and silky moth cock head immediately after unzipping and flopping out his cock, screams ready to fuck. my last hookup an extremely large cock head, larger than average scraped the shit out of my ass for the first 30 mins and I was super sensitive the whole fuck. He came buckets but compared to the last Latino Papí at the mall restroom. Oops guilty. He was leaking and ready to fuck. He slide His large uncut cock inside my tight hole, no, he snuck his large uncut cock inside my hole immediately after presenting my pussy under the stall and pounded his babies deep inside my happy hole. It happened so quick and intensely that I was left craving seconds. uncircumcised natural cock is my preference when barebacking. What do you BB bottom sluts prefer?

The Glastonbury Swim Team 1. Drake’s Wet I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college. Any story that begins: I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college, you just know at some point is going to turn into some Stephen King, fifty shades of crazy, tale of terror. Well, this one’s no exception, just not in a Stephen King sort of way. Banana pajama pants crazy, yes, but not a horror story, well, whore story, yeah, that’d be about right. I’m Kyle Dupree. Hi. How are you? My stats, to start, because that’s what I had to fill out on my college application: nineteen (I was held back one year before they diagnosed me with ADHD because it’s hard for me to pay attention for any long stretches of time, but I’m not dumb, quite the opposite), five ten, one forty-five. “Beanpole,” Jacob calls me. Jacob’s one of the quicker wits in our trailer park. He’s dating my mom and he’s nice enough to her, so there’s that. Hair: brown, short, spikey. Eyes: yes, I have them. Okay, my mom says they’re the color of freshly cooked maple. What she means is that they’re amber brown with little specks of gold in the right light. Nationality: you want them all? Alright, application sez: Native American, Belgian, Polish, German, Dutch, English and French Canadian. In other words a garden variety New England mutt. I put them in that order since I thought I’d have a better chance at getting a scholarship. I was right. If you want to know the truth, though, I should’ve put them in the exact reverse order, because I’m mostly French Canadian, eh, but if it’s good enough for Elizabeth Warren (the Abenaki people in my case—and I am damn proud of that, one sixteenth proud) it’s good enough for me. For those of you taking notes for a guaranteed A+ History paper (and you should), the indigenous Abenaki people covered a huge swath of Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine and have been here for like twelve thousand years. The one tattoo I have is a dream catcher, that was before everyone and their lesbian sister got one. But mine was one of the first. I got it from Dash, who’s this old biker dude who lives in the second trailer from the park entrance, three down from our double-wide, at his kitchen table. I bartered for it, smoked some clouds with him, then let him diddle me on his couch before he picked up his tattoo gun and went at my ribcage in his kitchen. He’d been giving me blow jobs since I can’t remember, but this once I let him finger my hole while he sucked my dick, which the way he did it felt weird—like in, out, in, out, real fast—but still kinda felt good, but I’d rather it wasn’t Dash, but I let him do me anyway like that till I spurted in his craggily-face mouth of his. Other stats that weren’t on my application—because if you’re any kind of perv like me you’d want to know: seven and a half inches, uncut, smooth but with dark hairy legs, swimmer’s build (obviously) and short black pubes that I clip, dark wispy pits, and a little bit of dark peach fuzz on my tailbone that eases down the road between two perfectly shaped round, white boulders. See, I knew you’d want to know. So anyway, like I was saying, Dash got up to his second knuckle of his middle finger in my butthole. I acted like that was crazy deep, but I’d taken big cucumbers way deeper than that since dinosaurs roamed, I just didn’t tell him. Or anyone else, like when mom, Jacob and I were eating our dinner salad with a freshly sliced aforementioned cucumber. Washed, of course. My mom’s a nurse at the county hospital so there were a lot of anatomy books around the house when I was growing up, and I was a curious kid. I was fascinated by the human body, mine and others. Most of the kids in Cozy Meadows, our little trailer park in the sticks, weren’t allowed to play with me after a certain age because I not only played doctor with them, I played specialist: urologist, gynecologist, proctologist, you name it, I became an expert in the field. I didn’t really care that I was shunned in Cozy Meadows. I’d seen what I wanted to see, felt what I wanted to touch. I moved on. Cozy Meadows was close to this lake and for most of the year I’d swim endlessly, taking Waldo, our family’s chocolate lab, with me. He and I would swim across the lake to the side where all these older men used to hang out, sunning naked on a pebbly beach. Waldo was both a good way to break the ice with these old guys—never was any younger guys my age—and at the same time, if I didn’t want to talk to one of them, Waldo kinda sense it and would give a low grumble, and they’d high tailed it. So anyway, I got to know a fair number of these men, and them me. I was technically a virgin when I left home, technically—I liked getting my dick sucked and I didn’t mind returning the favor, but I didn’t like anyone touching my butthole. That was my domain. Dash was probably the only human that had gotten finger deep. Cucumbers and zucchinis fared much better. The school where I got my swimming scholarship was about two hours away from us. Jacob, who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac but was always at our house, drove me in his old rusty red Ford pickup, Waldo in the back with my one suitcase, and my mom scrunched between me and the gear shift. It’s a hot day as we drive down out of the mountains to the flatlands; the temperature rises another ten degrees by the time we hit the college town. Mom’s trying not to cry. Close to the school we pass a circus setting up in a grocery store parking lot. “Look, honey,” she says to me, “a carnival,” but she loses it when we pass through the school gates, and her misty-eyes turn to real silent tears. I get out of the truck in front of my dorm and grab my suitcase. Waldo tries to get out of the truck but I push him back behind the tailgate. He just looks at me and doesn’t know why he can’t go with me. I give him a big hug, my mom, too, and shake Jacob’s hand but, at the last minute, he pulls me in and gives me a big ol’ Jacob bear hug. And then they drive off, exhaust spewing black smoke out the tailpipe, Waldo shouting out barks from the back of the rusty Ford. My forehead’s sweating from the late summer day, and I look up at Hannaford Hall, this six-story, ugly beige cinderblock monstrosity, and spot the top floor where I’ll be living for the next school year. I almost didn’t get in at the start of the school year because I’m a fuckup when it comes to paperwork and deadlines, and rules in general. I was supposed to get some meningitis shot but I forgot, but my mom pulled strings at work and got me a shot the week school started. I got the form filled but I missed all that first days orientation shit. ‘Plunge into the deep end and see if you come up’ has always been my way. I was already in trouble with the coach because the swim team warmups started a week before school did. Anyway, I’m used to being a fuck up and feel like I’m always in trouble anyway, so what the fuck. They weren’t going to take away the scholarship from me. The only sticking point was that I had to try out for a slot on the water polo team. Swim season was in the spring, water polo in the fall. I didn’t know from fuck what water polo was. Sound ritzy, Jacob said at dinner while I was looking over my financial papers, doubt it’s a game for folks like us. Anyway, across the street there’s a nicer dorm. Hannaford Hall looks like some backwoods bunker hospital but Avery Beckwith Hall looks like something that exploded out of an architect’s brain. All angles of metal and glass, overhanging study rooms, electric sliding glass doors. Everyone there, I read in the school’s brochure, lives in five bedroom suites, but it was for the richer kids. Lot of them had their own room. Then there were the townhouses down the road at the school’s gates, but they were for upper classmen. Some of them housed twenty-one year-olds so they could legally have alcohol, but what did I care, I had a jar of gen-u-ine Micky-G’s moonshine in an old glass jar that Micky-G had given me himself as a going-away-to-college present; and some mighty pure crystal from Dash, the biker-tattoo artist, my finger-pumping mentor; and homegrown weed from Jasper, who was Jacob’s younger brother that lived in the backwoods in an honest-to-god teepee and farmed the best pot around, well, good for Vermont I guess. His farm was patrolled by these fuckin’ huge-ass geese who were nasty motherfuckers if they didn’t know you. Even if they did know you, you always had to keep your eye on where they were. Both Waldo and I more than once had them sneak up on us. Getting goosed by a goose is not my idea of fun. Anyway, he gave me a nice supply of his best buds. And then while I was packing, Jacob slipped me a carton of reds, which was very cool of him, ‘cause I know he’d catch grief if my mom found out. I told you she was a nurse. And me on a swimming scholarship. But that’s Cozy Meadows in a nutshell. We don’t think too much about the future. We concentrate on the pleasures of the now. So I walk in the entrance, push aside these heavy-ass metal glass doors, and inside it’s really air-conditioned cool. There’s this guy with a name tag that says Raf, a good-looking dark-skinned guy, who checks out my paperwork, sees I’m on a swim scholarship like him. He gives me a swipe card for the door, a crooked smile, and tells me I’m on the top floor with a guy name Drake Chadwick. We get to talking and I find out Raf’s the goalkeeper on the water polo team and a R.A., which means resident assistant, meaning free board and room. He’s like a concierge, he says. I tell him I have no fuckin’ clue to what that is. He says if I want something just ask. Cool. He’s a junior, polysci major. I tell him I’m a freshman, majoring in English I think. He says most of the swim team are sophomores, and live across at Avery Beckwith Hall. A couple juniors and seniors live together in one of the townhouses. He says he’ll introduce me to some of the team at dinner. Raf has a funny way of talking, like English is his second language or something. Well, it’s time for me to go up and meet ol’ Drake Chadwick. Raf and I shake hands, and I go up in the elevator. But I got to tell you, I get kinda nervous in elevators. I’m not used to them, see. You’re in this tiny cage and that kind of freaks me out. So my hearts beating, and six dings later I’m on my floor. The hallway’s hot and stuffy. I’m holding my swipe card in my sweaty palm walking down the hall looking for 6G. It’s at the end of the hall and I put in my card and it clicks and I push open the door, and there’s Mr. Drake Chadwick on his bed, holding a Maxim in one hand and jacking his big banana cock in the other. Just as I come in he’s spitting a huge load of dick juice all over his magazine and himself. He tries to stifle a fuck! then flails around with his jeans down around his ankles trying to get them up, struggling to not look like a spaz, but I’m sorry, it’s funny, and I start laughing hysterically. He has this totally embarrassed, humiliated look on his face, sees it’s hopeless to remedy the situation, and rolls over to his side hiding his face against the cinderblock wall and kinda starts groaning, pained, but chuckling. I close the door so no one else sees this, and I stand there admiring his perfect, white bubble butt that’s on its side jiggling in an embarrassed snigger. A nice light brown fuzz of butt hair outlines these two muscly white, perfect cannonballs. He can’t look over at me yet. He’s just staying there, tucked to the wall. He reaches up and takes his pillow and pulls it over his head. I find that I am suddenly in love with good ol’ Drake Chadwick. I want to go over and either kiss that big round ass of his or smack it. Maybe I’ll do both. All I know is I want it, wanna stick my tongue in letting it butterfly between his fuzzy crack, but I feel introductions are necessary first. “I’m Kyle,” I tell him, “and you must be Drake. My friend Jacob says you never get a second chance to make a first impression. And I gotta say, dude,” I tell him while I’m setting my suitcase on the empty bed, “you have made one hell of a first impression. Can’t think how to top it.” He finally flips over giving me another sight of his big wanger and low hangers, struggling to get his underwear over his still hard cock and Donkey Kong balls, carefully zipping up his fly so he doesn’t catch himself. Man, the bulge is still showing through his khaki shorts, I see. That eggplant ain’t going nowhere anytime soon. He sits up in bed, pulls down his black Mario Brothers t-shirt over his chest, which was pulled up while he was whacking. Sitting on the bed’s edge, I realize what a beefcake ol’ Drake Chadwick is. He’s this very pretty, very big boy, six foot something hunched on his bed, big feet wiggling in flip-flops, innocent looking face, wide lips breaking into a shy smile, a mop of golden brown hair, with large fluffy brows arching up asking for forgiveness or at least understanding. Come to the wrong place, bub. He’s got this cuddly teddy bear face that should have little black buttons for eyes but instead are dark chocolate brown, and cheeks that are all ruddy red like he’s been crying or just ran a marathon. I go over to extend my hand and he extends his. He doesn’t see it yet, but there’s a jiggling pool of cum slopped on the crook between his thumb and forefinger. I grab his fist and tightly embrace it. I bring that crook up to my mouth, angling it so he sees his wad’s just about to drip off the side. I stick out my tongue, let the spooge fall in, and audibly slurp it up. Two can play at first impressions. *** Drake tells me on the way to the cafeteria that he’s a second year. He worked all summer but didn’t have the bucks to afford Avery Beckwith with the other guys. Besides, he says, he’s found of cinderblock. I meet most of team already sitting around the table in the cafeteria as Drake and I bring our food trays over. Raf’s there eating a heaping of vegetables and rice, while everyone else is either scarfing down Sloppy Joes or cheeseburgers. Drake makes introductions around the table as we settle in: Kenworth Paxton (head nod), Marlon Reznor (head nod), Tommy Durkheim—“hi,” he squeaks—Trent van der Haus—“just House,” House says, reaching over the table to shake—and Steve Reynold. Steve Reynolds looks up from his phone for a nanosecond and then goes back down. I say, hey, to the table. I’ve already forgotten their names. “So, Dupree, you-you-you trying out for water polo to-to-to-tomorrow?” Paxton stutters horribly next to me. He’s blondish, my size, wide shoulders, prominent chin, and has three deep nasty looking scars on his left cheek. He blinks his eyes forcefully to get out a whole sentence. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Don’t know if water polo is my game, but I’m a fast swimmer.” Then this Marlon Reznor guy, who has a scruffy little chin beard, says with a heavy southern drawl that’s so thick it’s almost comical, “What’s y’alls event?” Reznor’s a little shorter than me, bulkier, and like Paxton, has sandy blond hair. In fact, everyone at the table except for Raf and Drake is somewhere on the blond spectrum. Aside from Raf, I’m by far the darkest at the table, then Drake, and then you could easily confuse Paxton, Reznor, Durkheim, House, and Reynolds as all being the same guy: all blondish hair, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, straight pearly teeth, tan, and privileged. Raf hasn’t said a word. He just sits quietly eating his veggies, studying all the blonds, quizzically. Looks at me that way, too. I can’t tell if he’s like Middle Eastern or Black; could be both. He’s got extremely buzzed black hair, big brown eyes, a broad nose with flaring nostrils, and thick dark lips that occasionally flash an absurdist’s smile when he thinks no one is looking. He’s around the same size as everyone around the table but has huge hands, whose fingers reach out and twirl the straw in his ice tea. “Dunno what my event is. Coach’ll have to tell me.” I chow down on my first burger. “No pool where I come from. School was a one room deal and that was it,” I say chewing at Reznor. He and Paxton look at me kinda pitifully, which pisses me off, but I just grin, gnawing some curly fries on my molars. “Hey, it was great. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Duckworth, from kindergarten to twelfth grade.” My teacher’s name makes the guys laugh, but it doesn’t faze me. “There was a lake I swam in, but we also had this quarry where this stoner guy, Jasper, taught me diving from off the cliffs.” I gobble down a few more curly fries. “First time I tried out for anything was here at this college. My mom’s boyfriend pushed me and I said why not. Coach said I was a natural but needed a lot of training. But what do I know?” I say and finish my first of three burger. I see Steve Reynolds, who’s in shorts and wearing a Glastonbury College sweatshirt, its hoodie pulled over his head, text something in his phone, and then a second later Reznor’s reading something on his. Reznor types something back. They both exchange a sly grin. Jerks. Suddenly there’s two large hand clasping my shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. “How you men getting along?” Speaking of coach, Coach Brandon had snuck up behind me, the one who said I was a natural, and was kneading my taut shoulders muscles, quizzing the table. “These knuckleheads giving you a hard time?’ They all snicker. “Nah,” I say back over my shoulder, picking up a couple of fries and scarfing them down. “Just the usual poking and seeing what’s under my skirt.” I gotta tell you, I’m trying to act as casual as I can, but coach rubbing my shoulders like this is giving my pecker a little stir, especially when I look up in his face. He looks around forty, has on a tight fitting blue sweater, hugging these enormous pecs and massive shoulders. The sweater’s color sets off his fluorescent blue eyes. He’s bigger and fitter than any of these bozos, still has a slim waist, salt and pepper hair, big blue eyes—I guess I said that—he could like be the dad of any of these guys. Well, I guess not Raf. Well, on second thought, seeing as how they both share this same lopsided smile, maybe they could be related. Raf brightens when he sees coach. “Kyle was schooled in a one-room schoolhouse, just like I was," Raf informs coach. I look at Raf surprised. “Yeah?” I say. “Where?” “Botswana.” I’m taken aback. I’ve never met anyone from another country, and I have no idea where Botswana is. “A little game reserve on the Kalahari Desert,” he says. “An area called Deception Valley.” “Deception Valley, eh? No shit? I love it,” I say sipping my diet coke. Coach is still hanging onto my shoulders. If he doesn’t stop massaging me soon I’m not responsible for the stiffy percolating in my jeans. “Hey, Rafiki,” Reznor says, “y’all went to a little red schoolhouse like Dupree?” The others giggle. I interject, “Well, mine was actually a little brown schoolhouse.” “Mine was a brown grass hut,” Raf retorts. We exchange conspirator’s smiles. “A game reserve. For real, Raf?” Drake says. “I knew about Botswana, but I didn’t know about the game reserve.” “Yes. I grew up with families of giraffes, and cheetahs, prides of lions,” says Raf. He looks pointedly at Reznor. “Jackals.” The guys all laugh. Reznor puts on a sarcastic sneer. “Hyenas, too, I bet.” He looks at the guys who were laughing and are now back chewing their burgers. “Play nice, men,” Coach Brandon scolds. “Listen: I want you to hit the sack early tonight. Seven a.m. tryouts tomorrow and I want you all locked and loaded when you arrive. Got it?” He looks around the table meaningfully. “Locked and loaded.” All the guys look down guilty-like for no reason I can make out. They all nod sheepishly. I glance up at coach who gives me a wink, and he’s off. Swear to God, he packs a lot in one wink. I sip to the bottom of my soda until it makes a loud empty gurgle. I ask the guys, “So what’s he mean by ‘locked and loaded’?” There’s a long pause, until Tommy Durkheim, the youngest of the group, peeps, “We all have to wear these…” “If you make the cut,” interrupts Trent van der Haus, taunting in his rich baritone, “you’ll find out soon enough. But you got to make the cut first, Dupree.” He’s the blondest on the table’s spectrum. His green eyes sparkle like a cat’s. The guys all look at each other covertly. “O-kay,” I say nonplussed, curious but not willing to show it. I look to Drake and Raj for their input, but they’ve clammed up too. “I’m getting another diet soda. Anyone else want a refill.” There’s a cloud over the table now. “O-kay then, just one diet coke.” I get up. Tommy breaks the silence. “Diet cokes makes you gay,” he says looking up quickly at me, then back down at the table. I guess I’m looking at him quizzically, because he adds quickly, “That’s what Reznor says.” Renzor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t say diet coke makes you gay, dick-wipe. I said it makes y’all look gay.” “Hmm,” I say considering the statement while I scan the table nodding my head. Tommy’s studying something interesting in the catsup on his plate. Renzor looking at me challengingly. Paxton and van der Haus are looking at me expectantly. Steve Reynolds head’s down under his hoodie, texting away. Raf’s sitting back stirring his tea with his straw. Drake is caught mid-chew, and has one eyebrow raised at me. “’Funny,” I finally say, “‘cause I was gay a long time before I drank my first diet coke.” Steve Reynolds stops texting and looks up. I leave the silent table behind for the soda machine. When I get back everyone’s gone. I’m not too surprised. I slurp on my soda playing with a second plate of fries. I scan the almost-empty cafeteria. There’s some overweight girls with multi-colored hair in one of the booths, each one quietly texting on their phones. A few tables away, two nerdy guys in matching black-rimmed glasses stare and occasionally type into their laptops. The older lady cafeteria workers in hairnets and white smocks are clearing salt and pepper shakers, refilling napkin dispensers, and wiping down tables. Some of the lights around the serving trays are being switched off. It’s quiet except for the steely stream of cold air coming out of the AC vents, and an occasional “oh my god” coming from the booth of multi-colored hair girls. I take out my flip phone, the one my mom gave me today as a present. I bring up the only number I have stored besides hers and Jacob’s. u there? I type. I get back, yes. I think about Jasper, the goose guy. I think about his weed in my suitcase. 420? I type. There’s a pause, then yes pops on the screen along with a smiley face. I’m a little sad, this being my first night not living at home anymore. Knowing Waldo won’t be sleeping on my bed. A little scared, too, if you want to know the goddamn truth. But the biggest thing, more than anything else I’m feeling? I’m very, very horney. I type in: can i suck ur dick? There’s a really long pause. I’m waiting, finishing my drink. One of the nerds at the other table closes his laptop and reaches across the table for the other nerd’s hand. They clasp hands as an old red-headed cafeteria lady reaches over them and grabs their napkin dispenser. Finally Drake Chadwick, the third number in my contact list, texts me back: f i cn suck u2. *** Micky-G’s moonshine in a canning jar sits between me and Drake out on the lawn behind the library half finished. When I got back up to the dorm it was way too hot to stay in the un-air-conditioned room. The fan did nothing but blow around hot humid air. Avery Beckwith Hall has AC, as do the townhouses, but not good ol’ Hanniford Hall. So I take my reefer, my pipe, Mickey-G’s canning jar, and my roommate, and we traipse down behind the library. It’s dark and the entire night sky is spread out above us. It’s cloudless and there’s no moon, so we have billions of blinking lights outlining our dark shapes. I warn Drake that you don’t need much of Micky-G’s to get a buzz going. And you’ll definitely hurl if you drink too much. And here, take a hit of Jasper’s herb. You get a good balance between the two of them. I don’t think Drake is that familiar with either weed or hooch ‘cause he’s only taking small hits, imbibing on both minimally, and looks, in the dim light, pretty unstable. Me, too, but it’s not my first rodeo, muchacho—hooch, herb, or hombre. Drake falls back taking in the sky and pointing at small shooting stars along the horizon, wordless. I see them too, but it’s him I’m admiring. The enhancements help, but right now, looking at his silhouette, his long nose, the rise and fall of his chest, his sharp chin jutting into the shadowy outline of the Juniper bush, he’s the enhancement I want. I’m horney and happy and nicely roasted. I lean over and kiss him. He’s startled but not unwilling. He’s melting into the grass with me leaning over his face. I sense he’s never had another man kiss him before and, curiously, he draws his finger over the stubble of my nine o’clock shadow. For such a big hunk, his face is soft, smooth, his lips downy. I pass my tongue through his lips and he’s awash in a dreamy, smoldering passion. He’s warm and responsive to everything I’m doing to him. I reach up under his black t-shirt and feel his strong, smooth chest, his racing heart, stroke through the damp hair under his pits. I smell him. He’s between the musk of a freshly run mile and freshly laundered clothes. He’s the good son still, I can tell, but with every kiss, parts of his younger, innocent self wash away. I undo his shorts and slide them down to his knees, then pull down his checkered boxers. He tells me the grass is cold. Only for a minute, I say, and go down on his very hard cock. I can tell I could get him off in a few seconds if I really went at him, but I want it to last and just trace my tongue along his shaft, licking, outlining, every now and then wrapping my lips around his knob, pulling down his foreskin, swirling over his head, tasting bits of smegma buried deep in the bottom of his ridges. I have a white flake on my tongue and kiss him with it. If he wasn’t high he might have been revolted, but like me, in our ardor, it’s something that turns us both on. He’s into it and is clamoring to get into my jeans. I let him. All he has to do is unsnap a few buttons and he’s in. I’m good and stoned, and, yeah, the grass is cold, dewy, and the individual blades of grass astonish my tickled crack, but not more than the feeling of Drake’s hand running over my erection. This boy is good and goes straight in for the killshot, almost making me cum the first time he goes full-Nelson on my pecker. He peels the skin down my shaft, exposing my head. I have a lot more foreskin than he does, and he’s much cleaner than I. I’m trash and I know it and I revel in it. But I’ve a mom that’s a nurse and she’s reined me in. Mostly. His first taste of dick cheese, if I’d had my way, would have packed a lot more punch, but since he’s this great big one-eighty pound virgin, I guess he’s better off with just a hint of rankness. Anyway, we slip into a sixty-nine and he’s dripping and oozing like he needs a plumber and I’m there to lap it up. I’m sure I’m leaking too. He just taste so fucking good, the hooch and the pot say so anyway. I can’t get enough of his big bent dick and he’s acting on the same impulses. First he climbs over me, his giant rod angling over my face. My neck’s pulled back to look up at it, in a perfect position to thrust it deep down my throat. Between his legs, his furry balls dangling, I see the heavens and shooting stars as he slides his shaft into my mouth. Over time I’ve gotten good at deep throating. Practice from cucumbers, bananas, and countless men at the lake. He’s a challenge being so big, but with big challenges come even bigger pleasures. That big cock slides down my throat and ends with his dark pubes stuck up against my nostrils. He smells and tastes of soap, but the longer I spend nursing his huge cock, it starts to meld into that special scent and taste of a man. His acrid crack slowly pushes and grinds its way towards me. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it but his ass crack is coming into shadowy view. His dick pops out of my throat and before he or I even realize it, my tongue is buried between his two smooth white cheeks. I reach my hands up and feel the flexing of his muscled ass. I squeeze them and sense the conflict between what he wants and what he’s afraid to ask for. I pull his cheeks apart and settle that conflict with my tongue, riding deep into the valley to find his hole. He lets out an audible gasp as my mouth covers the entrance to the Drake I want to get to know. I dart my tongue inside and he lets out a fuck into the night air, in the dark, behind the library. We’re shadows writhing in shadows, him riding my face. There’s only the slightest of movements, we’re dark statues frozen on the lawn, the only unseen movement is my tongue tracing a spiral inside his ass, then jabbing into his hole. He emits a quiet moan of gratitude. His hole’s loosening. I feel his sphincter pushing out, wanting me to penetrate him deeper. I happily comply while I reach up his shirt, play with his pin-point nipples. He starts grinding his ass over my face, getting the scruff of my cheeks to burn against his rutting ass. There is no resistance in him, he wants me to go deeper. I wiggle a finger next to my mouth and let the saliva provide the necessary lubrication for my digit to slide in. Into the warm night air, in the shadow of the library lawn, he emits another amazed fuck, and pushes down on my finger so I penetrate him deeper, now up to my second knuckle. He’s still grinding down, but rather than pushing further into to him, I withdrawal a bit and wet my middle finger and let it join the first. Oh fuck, he cries softly, knees on the grass, realizing what it feels like to have two fingers invading him, and before he’s settled comfortably into it, I wet a third and slip it in. “Fuck man,” he says quietly, now aggressively pushing his butt down on my hand. “I’m going to cum,” he pants helplessly as his bucks on my fingers. “Like hell you are,” I say pulling out. “You fucker,” he says, his teeth shining from the light of the library windows. “You fuck,” he says. “Turn on your side.” “Why?” I say, but know where he’s headed. He pulls a small tube of hand cream out of his shorts and dangles it in front of me with a devilish smile. “You thought that far ahead?” I say. “Sneaky, sneaky, honey badger. Was that going to be for me or for you?” “Didn’t know, but I do now. Turn on your side,” he says sure of himself. I toe off my sneakers and slip off my jeans. We’re outside in the shadows, footpaths, flowerbeds, brick staircases, alone, quiet, lit by a billion stars, cloaked by night. I pull off my shirt. His Mario Brothers shirt and khaki shorts come off. His checkered underwear lies over them. We’re naked next to shrubs, dirt, the smell of freshly mowed grass, moist. I roll on top of him. Our hard cocks press into each other’s belly, his dark and my darker pubes intertwine, the dew of the lawn make us slick and slippery. I have one leg between his, and he has one leg between mine. Neither one of us has relinquished who, for the moment, will bottom and who will top. We’re dancing, we’re jockeying for position, we’re enjoying the chase, the pursuit, the open question. Our hands at first clutch tenderly as I bend to kiss him. Then I feel his palms clutching tighter. Then we’re wrestling for control. He’s pushing up as I’m holding him down. He’s bigger but I’m quicker. I flip him and have him pinned so his face is pushed into the grass, but I feel him powering up like a hydraulic lift, slow pushing me back. His face comes out of the grass and he’s wearing a conqueror’s smile. “You can fuck me afterward but I’m going to fuck you this second,” he says, throwing me onto my back, lifting my legs apart. He smears some cream on his dick and sticks his hand under my butt. I feel his fingers run over my hole, then push inside. Like I said, I’m pretty much a virgin with man meat but not unfamiliar with penetration. But there’s a universe of difference between me playing with my hole and someone else doing it. Especially if that someone else is as hot and aggressive as this fucker. He pushes my legs forward and lines up his thick member against my hole, and slowly pushes in. The whites of his eyes shine as does his shimmering wet body. He’s a merman from the sea and he’s diving inside me, burying his thick veined shaft, his foreskin pushing back revealing his velvety knob pushing deeper than even the most daring vegetable has ever gone. How can it hurt and feel so good at the same time? Fuck, yeah, I encourage him. Do it, I whisper in his ear. And he’s in up to his bone. I feel his pubes grinding against my hole, his solid rod spreading the width of my chute apart like its never been spread. I’m trying like mad to get used to his size but he’s frenzied and nineteen and in heat. He doesn’t care about anything but what he wants, and that would be cumming inside me as quickly as he can. I stroke myself and could easily get off this very second. I feel the burn building inside my balls. He’s pounding against them, abusing them with each thrust of his pelvis. Fuck, the thrust and pressure themselves could bust my nut any second I chose to let it, and I’m torn, but Drake decides for me, and holds my legs apart, shudders, breaths strained rushes of air through clenched teeth, and I know he’s cumming inside me deep. I want to cum, too, but I want it to be inside him when I do, so I hold back. It’s an ecstatic moment feeling him rutting inside me, spewing his first load in me, while I wait, watching him return to behind his eyes. His eyes are alive in a new way. Knowing something I don’t yet know. I’m jealous of the fuck. He rolls off me, looking up at the night, smiling. He lies next to me and grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth, licks it. Doesn’t kiss it, but licks it. That makes me laugh. I comment, “So, we’re batting two for oh, boy-o, aren’t we?” “What’d you mean, boy?” He comes back and leans over my face. He licks my lips. He’s on top of me again, his dick’s still hard. “You gotta cum whenever you can, boy-o.” “Says my wanker roommate,” I say and knock him off me. Both our dicks are hard, standing off our bellies as we lie on our backs squeezing hands. There’s a fireball in the sky, not a small specks of light, but something that lights up our faces. I see his eyes shine. He’s enraptured, blissful. I’m jealous and want his lube. He sees how much lust is in me, scrunches his face uncertain, and grabs for his clothes. “I don’t fucking think so. Turn on your side, boy,” I order. “I don’t know, Dupree,” he says sitting up holding his checkered brief. “I do, Chadwick. Where that tube?” He hands it to me tentatively. “I never…” he begins. “I know. Me neither,” I say back at him. “You'll like it. I'll make sure you do. I’ll go slow. Hell, before, you were ready to have me to fist you.” “What’d’ya mean?” he asks as I lube my cock, shaking my head. I reach between his butt cheeks, those beautiful white boulders I’d first seen this afternoon and have been thinking about ever since. My lubed finger pushes at his hole. Boy is he tight, tighter than when I was fingering him moments ago. He’s purposefully clenching, not wanting me to go any further. “Ow,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I can, Kyle.” “You’re not the only boy scout that comes prepared,” I say rifling through my jean pocket. I pull out my bag of T, lick my un-lubed finger and then a second, and stick them in the bag. I pull out white fingers and rub them on his tight hole. “What is it?” he asks, as it goes inside his chute. He’s lubed enough to take my fingers up to my second knuckle. I rub them all around the wall of his wet rectum. He takes a grimaced inhalation. “It burns, man,” he complains. “Just for a second,” I say. I don’t take my fingers out, but leave them in him. After a few seconds I start wiggling the pair around. Then there’s the first moan I’ve been waiting for. His hole seems to not only be loosening up but wanting more stimulation. Another inhalation through his clenched teeth. My fingers inside are conflicting him. He squeezes. My fingers being squeezed is not of rejection but enticement. He doesn’t yet know it, but he wants more. His brain will catch up to his body, but even before it does I lube a third finger and slip it in, then a fourth. He gasps as he thrusts his hips back to take more of my fingers. I’m more than willing to give it to him. On his side, he pushes up on his elbow while he thrust back his ass and starts rocking gently. I go with his rhythm and let him pump himself on my hand until it’s buried up to the crook of my thumb. “Fuck, man,” he whispers. “Fuck that’s good.” “Yeah?” I ask him. “More?” He answers by pushing harder onto my hand. I lube my thumb and the thickest part of my hand. The thumbnail slides it. He’s pushing on me, hungrily, greedily. My thumb knuckle is buried and still he’s rocking, trying to take in more. He’s hissing on the lawn through clenched teeth, writhing, fingers digging into the turf, wanting something he doesn’t have a name for. “Ah-ahh!” he hollers loudly, and I look around to see if anyone hears us. I then realize he’s swallowed my whole hand. “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he cries, gulping air like a drowning man, his head drooped over. I can’t believe it either. Neither of us can. But it’s done. I don’t move. I wait. We’re like that for some time, unmoving, sweating into the wet grass. I’m hard as a steel beam. He drops to his side, hissing again through his teeth, the slightest of moans germinated from deep inside his chest. He gently moves his hips. Stops. Tests the water. Pushes back a little. Stops. I let him control what we do, but my dick is getting impatient. It’s jealous of the attention my hand’s been given. I lube my shaft. Stroke it slowly. Try to appease it. But it know what it wants, and where it’s going. I slide up behind Drake, let my knob rest between my wrist and the top of his ass. My cock traces down my wrist finding my palm held open at the entrance of Drake’s body. Drake knows what’s what, and begins a torturous journey against my pelvis. He can’t help himself. He’s drawn to the thought of it like I am. He pushes back as I arch forward, the knob of my cock crawling down my palm into his out-stretched hole. He’s drenched, sweat pours down his back, off his butt, dripping on my arm; his body burning on the lawn. I fear any moment he’ll spontaneously combust, become nothing but ashes. His desire is burning as hot as mine, he’s as determined. I push forward and he pushes back, in small minuscule movements. Then, with a pop and a gasp from both of us, suddenly, like falling through an hourglass, I’m inside his ass, his hot lava ass. He cries out even louder, his fuck is deeper, more lustful, craven. He’s molten inside. His fire surrounds my hand, my groin is a wick ignited. His body makes me insane. My fist and cock move around inside this crushing volcano, my cock clenched tightly inside my fist. No anatomy book prepares you. The body is a body, wet, liquid, flesh, a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, pliable, strong, vulnerable, unimaginable; the mind is only one small occupants of the body. I know what we’ve done, what we’re doing. But it’s not knowing, it’s feeling that composes the body. He feels so fucking good, what I’m doing to him is a violation against his surrender. That makes me even harder. He growling next to me like a mongrel clinging to a bone, my fist, my cock. I lick the sweat off his spine. My free hand reaches across his slick torso, and I grab his steely cock. I fuck him from behind, jacking myself off in him and jacking him at the same time. We’ve found a rhythm we can sustain, not for long but forcefully. I’m breathing through clenched teeth. Wanting to hurt him, wanting to bring him pain and with it, massive, fierce, masculine satisfaction that only males can satisfy in other males. Fuck, he cries with my fist violently ramming up his shithole. We find a plateau of ferocity, a place where I could abuse him indefinitely, and he knows it, I know he knows it, except I’m feeling his dick leak, then spurt, then gush, then his ass squeezes my fist internally. The dominos of orgasm are falling mightily. His seized ass is pulling the cum straight out of me. I have no choice but to shoot, a steady stream of cum liquefies his perfect hole. I quake for a moment at the precipice, appreciate his beauty and his submission, then fall endlessly, rush after rush of pleasure, filling him with me. “Stop. Wait,” he gasps, trembling, after only seconds have passed. “Please don’t move,” he begs as I still feel a stream of semen flow into his bowels. I squeeze my fist to push out a few more drops, a last shudder, and then relax my hand. “I’m not moving,” I say, and it’s true. I’m locked within him. Only he can release me. He’s shaking and I pull him in tightly with my free arm. I stroke his heaving chest. Is he cringing? I can’t tell but his body quivers. I feel his guts rumble and tense, and he shits out my cock and hand savagely with a harsh grunt of exhalation. “Fuck!” I yowl at the intensity of the sensation of having my cock and first aborted all at once. He rolls over on his stomach, buries his face in the grass, his dark hair matted to his scalp. He’s a beautiful mess and I want to hold him. I slip an arm over his broad shoulders but he throws it off, hiding his face in the shadowy blades. I’m stung by his turnaround but I’ll wait for him as long as he wants. I won’t get dress. I’ll wait with him till daylight when the safety officers discovers our naked bodies on the library’s back lawn. I pick up the Mason jar half full of Micky-G’s moonshine, twist open the top and take several unwise swigs. I screw the lid tight and lay back, looking up at the inky sky; watch for a long, long time as meteors and satellites glide across the firmament above us. I lay the back of my hand on the small of his back. He rocks it off. I rise on an elbow. I want him to look at me, to show him I’ll lick his slimy guts off my hand, I have no pride, I’d be his mutt if he'll be mine—but his face remains buried. I lie back and find the rings around nearby Saturn, tick off the moons of Jupiter—Ganymede, Io, Callisto, Europa, Themisto, Amalthea, Elara. I stare into the black holes where the stars aren’t anymore. Observe galaxies whirl, whole universes dance through each other, disburse in a prism of gas. I see far off stars hurtling toward me at a million light-years a second, while others swim into the black emptiness toward oblivion, never to be heard from again. Like people do. “Drake?” I ask a bit panicked at how quickly I'm alone in the universe. “You there?” The vacuum of space swallows the question. u there drake? He’s a digital ghost, a celestial body untethered. I can’t reach him though he’s inches away. I don’t know how to chart this course; I’ve never traveled here before. Did I do something wrong? Do something right? The longer I stare the more I see the stars aren’t white; have never been. Some glow red, some yellow, others are a ghostly blue. I feel the earth rotating under me, the lawn taking me along for the ride. The constellations wheel across the black vault above. Their stories elbow into my brain—the hunter, the serpent, the bears, the belt, the lion, I know them all, just like at home on our trailer’s roof. Same stories, same stars; stories spread down through millennia, through a trillions souls, eventually to mine. I’m drunker than shit and will probably puke in a moment. I’ll push dirt over the puke like it never happened. As I look above my head, upside down at the library windows, three figures stand peering through the glass, backlit, unmoving. Even with the world upside down as it is, the central figure in a blue sweater, with salt and pepper hair, comes into focus. Coach Brandon. What I can’t comprehend in my addled brain, what I can’t wrap my mind around, is why he’s there standing next to a dark figure in a cowl and, on his other side, why there’s a bald guy whose head shines in a mosaic of tattoos. None of this makes sense. Huh. But I can tell you this: coach just winked at me. That’s the second time tonight.

Long time reader of the forums, felt inspired to write a small thing of my own. Posted a shorter version originally on my Bdsmlr @Cuckyou. First time writing, hope you enjoy. 😉 (If the images are in violation, or need to be taken down, let know and I gladly will). ======= It was so sweet when our anniversary came around. I had asked my boyfriend of a few years if he was willing to do anything for me. After the romantic dinner, night out, how could he say no? He looked me in the eyes and said he would do anything. I tried to hide the smirk that slowly crept up on my face. "Can you bottom for me tonight?" I asked, knowing that he was too into the lovey-dovey mood to say now. "Sure." He said, kissing me softly on the forehead. After he finished preparing himself, I threw myself at him. Bent him over the bed, ate his delicious untouched tight hole (since he's a top, and rarely bottoms for me). Even licked at his balls while under him, making sure he got sufficiently horny. "Can we be kinky today babe? After all this cute stuff today, nothing would turn me on than to treat you like a whore." He looked at me curiously, but his arousal betrayed him and he agreed. I nearly wet myself at the thought of what would happen next. Thankfully he was flexible enough to not mind when I bound his wrists to his ankles, spread eagle on the edge of the bed. "Oh baby that feels so good, eat my slutty hole," he said, getting into the "roleplay." Little did he know that this was going to be much more real than expected. I tongue fucked his innocent hole, prepping it for the fun. "Alright baby I hope you enjoy your anniversary present," I said, pulling out a cock cage and a gag. "What is all that?" He said, curiosity turning into concern. "It's so that you keep you fucking voice down while I do what I asked earlier: Treating you like a fucking whore." My aggressive tone, along with the fact that I quickly locked his cock in caused him to become more resistant. "What the fuck babe!" He began to struggle, but to no avail. After some minutes I was able to get the gag in his mouth and there he was, my little soon-to-be cumdump boyfriend. I snapped some photos of him (neck down of course, I wasn't that much of an asshole) and posted them on BBRT for some hungry tops to come around. My boyfriend tried pleading with me through his gag while I spent the next half an hour working my fingers in and out of his hole, loosening up his boy pussy. He groaned and thrashed around, trying to break free but all it did was drive my fingers deeper and deeper into his tight top hole. "You sure you're not meant to be a bottom baby? You look like you're enjoying this." And although his angry glare made him seem angry, his caged cock was leaking precum all over his stomach. I made sure to lovingly scoop it up and work that into his hole too. I'm a good boyfriend after all, I want him to be a comfortable stupid whore. When the first guy arrived, a malicious smirk grew on his face as well. "Damn man, I knew you said on the ad that your boyfriend is into whoring roleplays, but he seems really mad. Sure he's up for this?" I smiled back innocently. "Oh yes, he gets really into roleplay. He's nasty fucking slut." With that, the dude began to disrobe to reveal a massive uncut cock, still a bit soft at 6". I grew ravenous. I left my bound boyfriend on the bed and went on my knees in front of the new alpha. "Can I help you get started?" He looked down at me, amused. "Go ahead." I worshipped his cock (making sure that I was still at a good angle for my boyfriend to watch me suck off this stranger on our anniversary). The precum was salty, but delicious. I think maybe the betrayal and lying added to the flavor. After getting our visitor's cock nice and erect at a meaty 8", I made sure to build up a good wad of precum and saliva in my mouth. "Wait here," I was able to gurgle out, while I moved back to my boyfriend who grew tired of resisting. He looked up at me with pleading eyes. Oh how I would love this. I drooled out the mixture of cum and saliva over his eyes, acting as a liquid blindfold. I moved down to his ears and said, "HIs cock is massive baby. If you want to enjoy this as much as I am, you're gonna need to be a little popper whore for me okay? I love you much baby. Now take deep hits." I flipped him on his stomach, still spread eagle, and held up a bottle to his nose. He could only sob and take as many hits as I forced him. With that, the popper rush took over and with some difficulty, he was pounded for a good hour by the bull until his cunt was creamed. I thanked the bull for his time and massaged by boy's used hole with my fingers. "You did great baby, now only a few more hours to go." My boyfriend raised his head to look at me with glossy, poppered eyes and laid it back down to rest. In that moment, I knew he gave up. And how did the night end? I ended up having to moderate and hold his poor head up for poppers every few minutes in order to keep him relaxed. Poor boy seemed like he was beginning to get sore after the 3rd anonymous cock flooded his cunt. "You're doing great baby this is so hot. I love this anniversary present." I kissed his ball gag which was covered in his saliva and tears from all the crying and popper gooning. He had a long night ahead of him. At least another dozen loads until his mind was broken and I could enjoy fucking his sloppy pussy myself. Love you baby.

Curious about how others feel about this. I know that for many guys versatility is a turn-on, and it certainly makes for more variety of configurations. However, for whatever reason, versatility is a turn-off for me. I'm really turned on by total bottoms, and when I chat with someone online I always find myself making sure that both of us expect a situation with purely opposite roles. I don't even care if the bottom boy gets hard or cum, as long as he totally and unambiguously loves getting fucked and I see that in his face with every stroke. I'm not into pain or sadism or anything like that - I just want hungry slut bottoms who love cock and dare show it. Which brings me to my question: Am I atypical in feeling this way? Are you more turned on by versatility or by contrasts? Interested in hearing from both sides.

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So, this is going to take some explaining. I have a FWB, closer to boyfriend, but neither of us is great with labels. He works as an installer for home theater systems, installing these immense actual theaters in client’s homes. Not always an actual theater, but more often than not, yeah, full fledge theaters. What I am trying to say is that my Friend works for some pretty rich people. He has also been whoring me out to some of these clients since we got together. It’s a fetish he and I both have. But that bit is a different story. So one of my Friend’s clients contacts him and tells him that he is gonna have a stay-cation for a couple of weeks and that he was wondering if he could provide some entertainment. Meaning he wanted my Friend to whore me out to him for his two-week vacation. But this time it would be no clothes, full bondage, my hole would be open season for whomever was in the house. And I had to be okay with that. Little different then us meeting up and him fucking me for a few hours, having a beer, and then me going home. And while it was a hot idea, I wasn’t really sold because two-weeks is a long time and that kind of sex means I get to eat jell-o and drink water so my hole stays as ready as possible. But my Friend knows how to convince me to say yes and after fucking me to the tune of four cum loads in my hole he got me to agree. SO the day that he is suppose to take me over there comes but we are waiting for a text from the client. By the time it comes its super late and it had a fun instruction for the drop off. The client wanted me to be naked and hooded in the trunk of my Friend’s car. Hot, but again no go for me cause weird. I have been fucked by this particular guy before, but this was some new territory for us. And I was a little nervous. Again my friend got my clothes off and fucked me, but then wouldn’t let me cum. I make bad decisions when I’m horny and recently fucked without release. Which meant on went the hood, off all my clothes, and me in the trunk of a car. I was never so thankful for a garage as I was in that moment. So we went on a drive to the client’s house, which was still not the weirdest way I have ever been transported naked. We arrived and after being let in to the gate the car was parked and I was let out of the trunk and led to the house naked. I could hear people around, more than just the client and my boyfriend. After we were in the house the hood still was taken off and I was led to an area where my hands were cuffed and secured above my head to something that was hanging from the ceiling. I waited then for the hood to come off, but it didn’t. Instead I heard the client that I had been whored out to announce that some more entertainment had arrived and to “enjoy.” For a minute nothing happened and then I started to feel hands. A lot of hands. Everywhere. Now I know I had agreed to this. It was my fetish, but I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t know where my Friend was. I didn’t know anything so I was obviously nervous. And that made some of them even more interested. Maybe a little more forceful. What started out a simple groping turned quickly into pinching, pulling, and greased up fingers stretching my hole. They weren’t quick about prepping me. They took their time. Multiple hands spending time finger fucking me until my nervous squirming turned into writhing like a slut. I may have been nervous but this was still getting me hot. Once my hole was loosened up I felt the first cock slide in me. I was fucked by the first cock for what seemed like forever but was probably more like ten minutes before he left my hole empty and a little gaped. And thus began a parade of cocks that fucked me and filled me. Every now and then one of them would cum in me and when they slid out of me they cum would leak out of my hole and down my leg until the next cock came and used the cum as lube to fuck me some more. Mind you the hood still had not been taken off. In the end if everyone that came in me wasn’t a repeat I took twenty different loads in my hole. By this time my arms were sore and my legs were starting to give out. And that’s when I felt myself being let down and led up some stairs. I was put in a room and the door closed behind me and finally the hood was taken off. It was the client. I asked where my Friend was and he told me that he had left an hour ago. He then petted my head and asked how I was doing. I told him I was a little tired and he made a sympathetic face at me. He then asked if I was going to hold up my end of the deal, he said this while playing with my cock. I was still hard. I hadn’t cum yet. So of course I said yes, because good decisions. He told me he was happy and that I could relax in the room, but he needed to get me in position first. That’s when he led me over to a fuck bench and laid me down on it, strapping my legs and arms down. He told me to go ahead and get some rest, but not to be surprised if one of his guests came in to use my hole some more. With that he left and I was strapped to a fuck bench hard as a rock, but nothing going on. I must have fallen asleep, but was woken up to a massive cock thrusting into me all at once and another cock being shoved in my mouth. And so continued my first night as rented out sex toy.

Good boy

I'd rather walk away than get fucked by a guy wearing a condom. If he wants to fuck me so much he'll either change his mind or look elsewhere.

“They’ll want me to change”. Yep, that’s sums up the fucked up psychology of tons of people. They want the most selfish thing of all, you to give up your self determination and identity to fit their own insecurities. And besides that it’s the most unlikely thing to succeed in the long term! Kudos curiousdallas for staying true to yourself and living a reality based existence!

I love to bottom also as to the PA its 50-50 as some love and others hate.

I concur, on both counts.

Oh damn, yes... this has got to be one of the sleaziest sketchiest scenes I've ever had the pleasure of listening to: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/33447/i-cruised-this-guy-online-for-a-breeding-session/ The train noise is totally the icing on the cake.

I have never had a condom in me. I went from a long term relationship with my step dad to the man that would ultimately poz me. My situation was that I knew he was poz and he said he didn’t want a relationship with anyone that wasn’t poz. I convinced him to breed me and three months later I tested poz.

Poz off meds for 3 years (got too expensive even with insurance) no idea what my vl is at this time. Haven't been tested since i stopped meds. Feel good though.

He looked to be about 50. Salt and pepper hair with a beard. Wasn't quite a bear, he had the look of a guy that used to be big into working out but stopped. Both arms were covered in tattoos. "Fuck this is a nice hole. Thanks for the invite Connor." "No problem, I figured you wouldn't want to pass up helping to break in a cub in training". I was able to move my head a bit and saw that in addition to Sam, Connor, and Nolan; there were four or five other guys in the room, including the one currently fucking me. "Here boys, I don't want to cum yet, someone else have a turn", the man said. He stepped away and his spot was filled by a college-type jock I had danced with at the club. "Fuck when Connor told me what they had planned for you, I knew I had to get in on it", he said. His dick was average but also pierced. Fortunately I had enough lube and poppers in my system at this point that he slid right in. I moaned as I felt his piercing probe my prostate. "Fuck, I need to get in there. Hold on". Sam maneuvered me so that Connor could slide in underneath. With some pressure and patience, he got his own pierced cock inside me next to the jocks. I saw stars from how much they had stretched me. He just left his cock in there while the jock steadily fucked me. After awhile his breath quickened and I could feel him shoot his load. "Fuck man that was great, haven't DP someone in awhile". He slid out but Connor stayed in. I saw Sam above me, and he closed the blinders back over my eyes again. "More exciting not knowing who's in there isn't it?" Someone forced their cock in me. I groaned and bit the gag, this has to have been Nolan from the size. At this point it felt like I was being split in two. He fucked me for a bit but didn't cum. After awhile, several cocks, and 5 more loads, Connor withdrew his cock (I was amazed that having all those guys rubbing up against his dick inside me didn't make him cum). Suddenly the blinders were removed again. When I looked around, I could see twice as many men as before, none of them the same as the original ones. Suddenly Nolan was at my hole, eating the cum that was leaking out. "Fuck, I love eating a cummy hole". Him and Sam took turns eating me out. "You're going to get to watch this next round", Connor whispered. First up was a college twink that couldn't have been more than 20. His dick was thin and curved, but you could tell he was inexperienced because he came in about 2 minutes. Next was a leather daddy I had seen at the bar and made out with a bit dancing. "Fuck, I could tell at the bar what a little cum dump you are." He fucked me for a solid ten minutes before giving me his load. After that I lost track of who was fucking me. It ranged from college twink to muscle daddy to obese bear and chubby grandpa. All in all I would say I took at least 20 loads. After the group left, the three of them had one final event: Connor slid under me again and into my hole. Sam pushed his big daddy cock in next to him. Together they fucked me until Sam came. He slid out, and in went Nolan, also adding his load and a few seconds later Connor broke through my second sphincter and came deep in me, flooding my ass deeper with all the loads of the night. He got up, and was replaced with Nolan and Sam, who wanted to cum in me together as well. I stayed like that for a few minutes, pinned between them with their cocks in me and all that cum plugged up. Finally they moved off and replaced their cocks with a massive plug, that somehow fit comfortably. They untied me and lowered me down, my legs and arms weak and stiff. "Now it's time for one last thing". Connor took off the latex cod piece, and my own cock sprang out, slick from the cum I had been leaking. "I love fucking a guy, but I was told yours is amazing to see and wanted to try myself", he said as he scooped up some cum that had leaked down my legs, slathering it on his hole and then impaling himself on my cock. "Oh fuck", he said in ecstasy. I'm of average length but pretty thick, he sank to the base in one motion. I could feel other loads in there, and realized that in between topping me, he himself had been getting fucked. He rode me nonstop for ten minutes, but finally I couldn't take it and exploded deep in him. He collapsed on me, panting as I felt those loads coating my insides, and also my cock still in him. I was still hard, so I rolled him over and torturing his nipples I started fucking him. "Fuck yes, give me that load. Been getting them all night, lets see if you give as good as", he exclaimed. I shot another load deep in him, and we collapsed on the bed a sweaty, cummy mess. ...........................................

There's a guy I hook up with occasionally. He's 27, white, thin, has a nice 9in cock that's not too thick, and had hyperspermia. The guy cums bucket loads. I love getting the feeling of being in a bukake every time I blow him.

I cheat especially when my bf and i travel. somehow having sex with someone in our bed is a huge turn on for me. my bf loves pound and dump so i always look for someone else's top husband who is into passionate sex. long foreplay and breed my ass. one time, bf came back literally after i just got bred by someone, didnt have time to clean up, he buried his horny cock in my ass, told me i was wet. I lied that i was getting ready, after he added another load in me, lots of cum drip out of slutty hole. he was surprised thinking he shot huge loads in me....hot

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.”

Part 3 A Pick up So, I really had thought I wasn’t gonna ever see that boy again. His hole was gonna be a fun memory from a simple vacation. I wasn’t near as adventurous by nature when I was home. But my kinks are still my kinks at home. So, I still like to get in a hole with jizz in it and the risqué and seedy as well when the chances arrive, but don’t want to get arrested or in trouble either. So, I still go and see what is going on in the cruising parks and the seedy mall bathrooms. This day I was in the mall to pick up some work slacks. There is one bathroom at the mall that can get cruisy. It has a long hallway after the entrance door to another door. You can hear as each one opens and gives guys a chance to get decent. Also, the handicapped stall is at an odd angle in the back that makes it hard to see feet unless u are looking real hard. So, I have caught many guys in there and thought they were doing things but only saw a bj once. And everyone knows it’s the cruisy bathroom. I have never done anything in there. I almost did something with this hot little twink, but it didn’t work out. But today I walked in and I could tell someone was in that stall. It had gotten quiet, but I could tell something was going on. I grabbed a paper towel and dropped it just so I could look under the stall and sure enough 2 pair of feet. And then I heard the whisper “Just keep fucking me slowly till he leaves.” I do my best not to giggle at the thought that they think they are getting away with this but also keep from getting hard. I catch that unmistakable smell of cum as I walk to the last urinal to take my piss. They are doing their best to be quiet but whoever that bottom was couldn’t sit still and I could hear the slick movements of a lubed ass riding a cock. When I was finished, I turned around to walk to the sink to wash my hands and looked through the slit between the stall door and saw the bottoms face. He looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. I washed up and headed out of the bathroom and decided to wait on the bench right across from the bathroom. Now this bathroom is in a back hallway in the mall and gets little to no traffic usually anyway. So, I waited. And then I heard the obvious noises of sex, so good skin to skin slapping, some good moaning. It was all pretty faint thru 2 doors, but it was a quiet hallway. Then I heard “YES SIR, BREED MY SLUT HOLE.” And the sounds died down. I was hard as a rock. There was a part of me hoping I could go in there as the other guy came out. But then I remembered who he looked like. That face was the one I remembered seeing as he was getting pounded at the bathhouse. My dick got even harder. Here was a chance to fuck that boy again, if it was him. I was so distracted. I saw the big hulk of a mountain man walk out of the bathroom that had to be the top that had just destroyed and seeded this slut’s hole. And I just randomly had a different idea pop into my head. Before I could shake it out of my head here comes the slut out of the bathroom. It is him. Bitch is wearing some super short running shorts with a jockstrap I can see the straps on just inside his shorts. And a fucking mesh crop top. If he would have been sucking a sucker, I would have thought him the quintessential easy-twink cum-dump of comics. He was looking a little shy but super happy as he came out of the restroom and I acted on instinct. “Oh, hey Slade, I thought I saw you earlier in the mall.” I said as I walked up to and hugged him, smelling the sex and sweat on the boy. “Surely you remember me, we met in Orlando. I thought you were super hot and wanted to ask you out but figured we were both on vacation and no chance of anything there. But here you are now. I think you should come with me and I’ll show you a good time tonight.” The slut looked utter dumbfounded. It was a good look on him. I could tell he was mulling over his options until he finally just nodded. I was surprised it had worked. I mean I had no idea what his name really was. But I could see the submissive streak in him, and I had already fucked him twice. Plus, he had some hulks scuzz slowing churning in his ass already, not to mention how many other men’s ball juice in there, which just turned me on more. I figured he wouldn’t turn me down too hard. He wanted more dick and just hoped I would give it too him. He wasn’t expecting the other things I wanted from him. So, he followed me as I went into the mall. “I have to pick up my slacks I have had ordered and tailored before we can go.” I said. “Oh, do you want me to wait outside the store or by your car?” “No, you don’t have to do that.” “I’m not really dressed for that. I don’t want to embarrass you, sir” And there it was. He called me sir already. He didn’t know my name and he knew I didn’t know his and already he is giving up power. “It’s okay. I invited you to come with me, I’m not embarrassed by you, I think your hot. If I want you to come along, come along.” I said. He nodded. He squirmed a little bit as we walked. I’m pretty sure he was trying to keep hulks load in his ass. It was hot to watch and think about. We got to the store and I walked in first and even held the door for Slade. I gave the cute 24 yo brown haired decent bottom, Tad my receipt and he went to fetch my slacks. It was fun to watch his ass leave, even if I only ever had it with a condom. Jerry the other sales guy was both eye fucking and judging the hell out of Slade. Jerry doesn’t look like much, just mid 30’s in shape guy, dark hair, green eyes, but always had a decent bulge in his tailored pants. Tad said he was a decent fuck but tended to cum buckets from a short fuck. So not always worth it for Tad. I decided to start looking at some shirts to see what Jerry or Slade would do. Jerry came over and asked Slade if he needed help with anything. Slade looked to me to see what he could say. So, I said “Slade, let Jerry pick out some underwear for you, he’s good at that.” Jerry grinned, “Slave, really that’s what you call him out in public, and make him dress like this?” “His name is Slade with a D. And I didn’t choose that outfit, though I do appreciate it” I said. The slut I named Slade looked super confused. But he was looking at Jerry with some lust in his smile, and that bulge in his eyes. “Jerry, show him the limited-edition stuff in the back, I’ll buy him 2 pair. It makes for a better present on a first date than some flowers or candy.” I said Jerry escorted Slade away without another word. But the look on Slade’s face when I said date was palpable. I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or disappointment. But off they went. And a few minutes later here comes Tad with my pants. “Here ya go,” Tad said. “Where did your friend go?” “Oh, Jerry is picking out some underwear for him. It’s my present for him for our first date.” “He’s your date?!? Really?” “Well I picked him up here at the mall, but yeah. I have seen him before when we were both on vacation in Florida but this is the first real date” “And you sent him to the back with Jerry?” Tad exclaimed “You know Jerry will try to fuck him” “Yes Tad I do know that, and that’s fine if he does” “You don’t think Jerry will be successful in bagging what’s his name?” “His name is Slade” “Slave? Did you buy him on the internet or something?” “No, Slade with a D. Or at least that is what I am calling him. I picked him up outside the cruisy bathroom.” “So, he’s a hookup and you don’t care if Jerry fucks him first?” “He was getting fucked in the bathroom right before I picked him up, but its not a hook up. I really wanna take him on a date” “I don’t understand” “I like slutty boys Tad; you should know this by now. It is the reason you and I were never more than a hookup” and at this pronouncement another customer walked into the store. Some 40’s white guy that was nothing much to look at. I went and looked at socks while I waited for what I hoped would be an even more well loaded slut that I could wine, dine, get fucked, and then take home to cuddle and play in his hole.

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

The Dragon Returns When I woke up the next day, I was hornier than ever. My thoughts of "just fuck one guy and I can make it a couple more weeks" were long gone and now I was back to my old pattern of needing some ass every day or two. All of those memories from the last time I was toxic and breeding neg guys were now flooding back. Officially, I only knew of four guys that I pozzed back then. All had begged me for it and I made sure that my bug would haunt them for the rest of their lives. There were countless others that had ghosted on me or just disappeared for a while, only to come back with a more positive status in their profiles. I never knew if it was my loads that did it or if their "no questions asked" attitude had caught up with them. Honestly, I didn't really care since they were just more sluts to fuck. As the morning went by, my brain was confused and battling itself. It was like the cartoon of the devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. "Stay home, watch porn and masturbate" my little angel told me, while the demon said "They don't care about the new virus, so giving them the old one won't matter." For an angel, he was pretty accepting of my depraved lifestyle, but the demon really told the truth as far as I was concerned. My dreams the night before had been filled with breeding the Italian otter with my hopefully potent seed, how he milked every drop into his unsuspecting pussy, the rough fuck with the college bug chaser and hearing him beg me to infect him. Stroking my cock in bed, I promised myself that I would be good today and stay at home. It was Friday though, and I really wanted to be the social creature I had been a few months ago. I showered and logged on to see what surprises awaited from work. My phone chirped, buzzed and oinked all morning long and I only looked at the emails and texts from my co-workers. That was until I got an email from one of the hookup sites that said I had 7 new messages waiting. Time for lunch, I told myself as I sipped the last of my coffee. I washed the cup and made myself a sandwich before I grabbed my personal laptop and opened it up. I had a folder of sites that I frequented and it was easy to open them all up at once. I found the one that had emailed me earlier and logged in. Five of the messages were from one guy, another was from a monthly party that said that they were cancelled until further notice and the last was from a younger guy judging by the little profile pic. I deleted the party message and looked at the ones from the chatty guy. One of those was the "unlocked pic" message, another was a nudge message showing me he was interested without wasting his limited messages, so that only left three of his to read. I took a look at his profile and it really wasn't the type of guy I was into. The body, ass and cock shots he had were that of a late 40's white guy and his profile screamed vanilla bottom. I read the messages though, because sometimes the profile is generic to not rule anyone out and the private messages show the true slut that he is... or confirms my original thought. The first one actually surprised me, saying "Hey. I think you live in my building. 1530? gr8 profile." It got me curious enough to open the next message he sent. "Looking to try some kinkier stuff. Think u can blow my mind?" I sighed and realized my first impression was true - he's a vanilla not-quite-daddy who's horny enough to say he'll do anything to get laid. I hit 'next' to see his last message and chuckled as I read it "want my 1st poz load and wud love it from a guy like u." His messages were spaced out over the past two days, so its not like he got horny and flooded me with his messages. He'd been thinking about this. The last message had me thinking and it took me a few seconds before I realized that I had never updated my profile on this site - it still said "undetectable". Even in normal times I wouldn't want to spend the time trying to find what kinks that a guy was into. Let someone more patient deal with that shit. The guys I hooked up with usually fell into two groups - experienced kinksters and naive guys that don't realize what they are getting into until it's too late. Hitting 'next' I got to the last of my unread messages. "Hey, we hooked up a couple times. Hope we can do it again soon since we're only 7 floors away" said the last one. I looked at the profile (cndragonboy) and remembered the guy. He was a few years younger than me, a good fuck, loved to take it rough and even liked some piss play. My mind spun trying to remember what he looked like until I remembered his face. He was Asian, I think... Yeah, Chinese with a cool dragon tattoo on his arm. It had been about a year since we last met up so I thought he might be a good possibility. I sent him a reply "when? could be fun" and then went back to the older guy's message. My thoughts were all over the place and I figured I should at least send a reply since he was so persistent. "Should I or shouldn't I?" I thought as my dick got hard in my sweat pants. The scene from his last message was about the only one I would consider, but the question was how to approach my lack of meds. "Might as well push him into the deep end of the pool" I mused. Hitting the reply button, I typed out "U sure? it leads to really risky things" and hit send. I figured I would ignore the general kink issue and just play the poz fuck one. Clicking on the "my profile" section of the site, I clicked the "ask me" button under status and saved it. Closing the laptop, I headed back to my desk to deal with work. The afternoon seemed to go by quick and when things wound down with work, I looked at my phone. Among the spam messages was an alert that I had another new message on the hookup site. Grabbing my personal laptop again, I logged back in to see who had replied or if it was someone else. Dragonboy had replied only a few minutes after I had closed the laptop earlier. "horny af, but need 2b safe. u got mask?" was his reply. I assumed that he wanted to fuck today or tomorrow, but I really wasn't sure. I had a couple cloth masks but so far hadn't used them. Wanting to clarify what he meant by "safe", I sent back "mask? yes, condoms never." To kill a little time in case he replied right away again, I looked around the site to see who else was on. There was the usual mix of eye candy and psychos, all going crazy without sex. It only took a few minutes and I had a reply. "ok. 2nite? 7? roommate at work until 8. 4C" was all his message said. He must want it bad but the whole mask thing seemed odd. "Don't breathe on me but shoot your poz load inside" seemed pretty contradictory. I replied "ok" and left the laptop open. Heading to the bathroom, I showered again and then dressed in some loose track pants and a tee. Looking at the clock, I sat down on the sofa and surfed a little bit until it was time to head down to his condo. I tried to remember what he liked but he blurred into the hundreds of guys I had fucked in the past year. Checking my phone, I opened up the note I kept that had a list of the better fucks I'd had to see if I had put him in there. "Bingo!" I said to myself as I found his login name. The comment after his name had me hard almost immediately. "btm, on prep, slut. likes: rough, piss, poz talk, breeding. No: A2M" At five minutes to seven, I got up and grabbed my spare door key and the mask. I put the mask on and walked down the hall toward the stairwell, hiding the key in the fake plant decorating the hallway. A few more steps and I opened the stairwell door and took the stairs down to the fourth floor. Right at seven, I knocked on his door and a few seconds later he opened it. The blue mask covered most of his face, but I could see his eyes and they were looking right back at me intensely. Besides the mask, he had a towel wrapped around his waist but nothing else. There was a sheen of moisture on his chest and arms and the dragon tattoo looked as sexy as ever. I could see the beginnings of another large tat on his other arm. He grabbed my hand without saying a word and dragged me back to his bedroom. On the way there I pulled my tee off and once inside the bedroom I tugged on his towel. He stood there almost totally naked and I wished I could see the expression on his face. There was some lube on the table next to the bed which I grabbed with one hand while pushing him on the bed with the other. He whimpered as he hit the bed and then pushed his ass up. "On your back" I told him firmly. "No face to face. I already lost family to this damn virus" he said back to me apologetically. That was one of the few explanations I would accept from a bottom telling me no to such a simple request. "Yeah, I understand. Sorry about your family" I replied as I climbed on the bed. I was about to add some lube to his hole, but the reflection told me he had already taken care of it. "He was probably playing with a dildo to get ready for my dick" I said to myself, cocky as always. Pulling back on my foreskin, I revealed the rest of my flared head, and dragged it over his hole. The tip could feel him winking his sphincter on it and when he relaxed I pushed in. Damn, it felt good. There was the perfect amount of friction between my bare cock and his slick chute. When I got half way in, I looked down and saw some white froth squeeze out around my cock. The lube he gave me was clear, so it wasn't from one of those cum-like lubes. "You already got a load in there?" I asked. Through his moaning I heard a long drawn out "Yeah." I slapped his ass hard and told him "Fuck yeah you little slut!" I grabbed his hips and thrust in the most of the way, feeling the stranger's seed coat my cock. I moaned and ground my hips which were almost touching his ass. It felt like a big load and I was going to make full use of his well lubed hole. "Can't have been long ago" I said, rocking my hips and driving my cock in and out. "He just left" Dragonboy said. I smiled behind my mask and enjoyed knowing he was really being a slut today. A safe slut. The head of my cock was bumping against his inner ring and I was determined to break through. I kept thrusting against the barrier and on the seventh push I broke through. Dragon guy's arms spread out and his face was now planted on the bed. I could hear him scream into the bedding while his body shook. Pulling back, I came back through and then pushed back in. I did this a few times until the battered ring let my cock slip in and out almost like his outer ring. Once I had full access to his ass, I began long stroking him. Pulling almost out and then driving back in balls deep. "Like that poz dick deep inside you?" I asked. "Oh fuck... I forgot you're poz" he said and a few moments later "God that feels good." We fucked like this a little while, churning up the load inside him and adding my precum to the mix. I pounded him harder and his moans got louder. "Oh god yeah, pound my neg pussy" he begged and I drilled faster. It felt so good, but I didn't want to shoot right away, I gave him a few hard thrusts and slowed way down. He whimpered again, obviously wanting me to keep going. I shifted and got up on one foot, digging my cock into his hole in a new direction. He started pushing back, trying to get my cock deeper but I needed to keep it slow and shallow to get back from the edge. I even pulled out and slapped my dick over his hole to make it last longer. A few moments after I calmed down, I crouched behind him and slid back in. He did have a good hole and it was even better with some anonymous load in it. I drilled his ass slowly, not as hard as I was before but with a firm stroke. The slap as our bodies came together filled the room and got louder and then faster. Dragonboy never really complained, but I knew he felt every single thrust. I chuckled when I looked down and saw my trimmed pubes now covered in a froth from the cum I'd fucked out of his hole. Suddenly, I stopped drilling his ass and left just the uncovered head of my cock inside his hole. He whimpered, and I knew he wanted to feel a cock drilling his ass again. I slammed in once, grinding my hips on his smooth, hairless ass. Pulling back slowly I slammed in again and got him to grunt. My hands held firm on his hips and then I slammed in a third time, driving easily past his inner ring. The fourth time, I forced him flat on the bed. We laid there a moment, him spread out against the bed and me on top of him filling his ass with my bare, poz cock. He wiggled his ass a few times, but I made him wait a little longer before the last fucking of the night and his eventual breeding. I pushed myself up and left my left hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the bed. My hips started to roll and slowly I built up a good rhythm. Just as I was about to pick up the pace and breed dragonboy, I heard a sound behind me. Glancing back, I saw a guy about the same height as dragonboy, but thinner. A mask covered most of his face but I could see those brown Asian eyes staring at us. He had his pants pulled down with his cock in his hand and was stroking to the same pace as I was fucking. "Fuck" I said and quickly dragonboy looked back. "Oh shit, its my roommate" he said. I guess we had gone longer than planned and he got home and caught us. I really didn't want to stop and it didn't seem that his roommate was bothered by us fucking. I kept up and was kind of excited by having an unexpected audience. After a few more quick thrusts, my cock was spewing several spurts of cum into dragonboy's ass. There wasn't a lot of the previous guy's cum left in there, but I was sure adding a lot of my own. "Take that fuckin' poz load" I grunted as the last few shots of cum pumped into him. With the last shot fired off, I slowly pulled out. I caught my breath and then looked back at his roommate. "Get your clothes off and get on the bed. And show me that ass" I said to the roommate. Dragonboy chuckled and said "My cousin doesn't know a lot of English. He just got here a year ago." He translated and I was surprised how quickly his roommate obeyed. He smiled at me as he hurried over to the bed and climbed on, next to dragonboy. He was now completely naked except for the mask. His skin was smooth with only a small patch of pubic hair and some tufts of hair under his arms. Dragonboy said a few things to his roommate, who nodded and then reached back and spread his ass for me. His skin was about the same shade as dragonboy, but lighter than mine and his hole looked like it was about virgin tight. "He hasn't been fucked much, so go easy. I sold his virginity last summer and he's only had a couple cocks since" dragon boy told me. This wasn't really what I was expecting, but who was I to say no. With my mask in place and it sounded like spit wasn't allowed, so I grabbed the lube bottle. Dripping some above the roommate's hole, I fingered it in. He let out a moan and I added a little more lube. My cock still had a sheen of cum over it so I didn't bother to add any unnatural lube to it. He was still spreading his butt so I moved closer and dragged my cock along his taint up to my fingers that were still in him. Quickly, I swapped fingers for cock and he instantly let me know he felt the difference. He only had the tip inside and I knew he wasn't expecting something quite so thick. I gave him a moment and then worked my dick in deeper. He was obviously uncomfortable but I kept hearing dragonboy tell him something in Chinese which seemed to calm him down. He was tight. Probably one of the tightest that I had ever successfully got my dick into. I worked it deeper inside, only a centimeter at a time, and it took a while before he was nearly impaled on my cock. My hands were on his shoulders and I could feel him quiver beneath them. I started to pump in and out and I could sense him stifling his screams. Dragonboy watched me and his nodding head and the strokes he gave his cock told me everything. He enjoyed watching guys fuck his cousin and I wondered if he ever had the pleasure of being one of the few guys that had fucked him. The longer I plowed, the more my precum filled his hole and the easier it was to drive my cock deeper. I had no delusions of getting my full cock into him, but I was intent on dumping my second load of the night inside him after a good fuck. I knew I wasn't going to last long, I always seemed to shoot my second load shortly after my first. The fact that it was a different guy and almost a virgin didn't help, either. I tried all sorts of tricks to delay my orgasm but still keep my dick hard. I drilled slower than I had with dragonboy but after ten minutes I needed to nut. The harder I fucked, the more dragonboy encouraged me. "Wreck his hole" then "Breed his ass" and "Knock him up good" were only part of his commentary. I grabbed on to his hips and shoved in deep as my cock unleashed its second load of the night. While dragonboy was on prep, the chances his cousin was also were slim and my toxic load was filling him up. His formerly tight ass was now soaking up my viral sperm and the thought helped me shoot a few extra spurts into him. I left my dick inside a few more moments before pulling out and watching his bruised ring slowly close. The cum that dripped out showed just how badly I had wrecked his hole and it made me smile. He was going to feel this fuck for a few days and hopefully for a lifetime. Looking over, I had been there almost two hours. I climbed off the bed and dragonboy tossed me a towel to clean my cock off. The red stains on the white towel let us all know how bad I had wrecked his hole, just like dragonboy wanted. His cousin was now laying on the bed, whimpering in pain. Standing next to the bed, dragonboy looked back at me and said "I wasn't planning on this but it was damn hot." I nodded and grabbed my tee and track pants and pulled them on. My body was sweaty but I knew it was one of the best workouts I'd had this month. I began to walk toward the front door and when we got there, dragonboy said "That was fuckin' great. Thank god you're on meds, though. I stopped prep since I wasn't going to be fucking, but I just couldn't take it any more and needed to feel a cock in me." I chuckled louder than I should have as we got to the front door. I opened it and walked into the hallway and turned back. As the door was almost closed I said "I ran out of meds a month ago."

I would eliminate it altogether. Some faggots are born cumdumps and know they belong on their hands and knees sucking cocks and getting fucked as soon as they know what it is to serve cock and submit to men. The best whores have a deep hunger for cock and cum.

I watched Louis walk down the path toward the bar, but he turned and headed over to the next row of campsites. My curiosity got to me and I started to follow him, making sure I stayed far enough behind him so he didn't see me. I wanted him to do what he wanted and left him to it. I saw him stop at Larry and Trey's site for a few minutes and then kept walking. Once I got to Larry's site I was surprised to see Trey bent over the end of the picnic table getting fucked. A hat at the other end of the table had several $5 bills in it. "Five bucks gives ya five minutes" Larry told a few guys next to me. "You get it for free, of course" he said pointing to me. I smiled seeing the cum dripping from Trey's ass and then continued following Louis. As I turned on to the next row of sites, I saw Louis leading the 50's bear down the path towards the bar. The guy's partner, the naked 40's otter was following a short distance behind. They walked past the bar and down toward our campsite. I kept myself hidden, but tailed them and watched as Louis led the pair to the playground. I was too far away to hear anything, but I could figure it all out just by watching. Louis pointed at the sling and the bear took his jeans and boxers off, handing them to the otter who folded them and set them down on a bench. The bear laid back on the sling and adjusted himself so his ass was hanging off the edge. Next, Louis' finger was pointing and the otter was on his knees next to the sling. Louis raised the bear's legs up and put his feet in the straps. Next, he took his own jeans off and was standing there, naked, between the bear's legs. He kneeled down and buried his face in the bear's ass. I could see the otter squirm and I could tell that he was uncomfortable watching his Dom in this position. Louis spent several minutes eating out the bears hole and I faintly heard grunts and groans that seemed to be coming from both of them. I moved around to try and get a better view and stopped just as Louis stood up. He dragged his cock along the bear's crack and then pushed it to his hole. He paused and I saw him saying something to the bear right before he pushed in. The otter gasped as he watched his top get penetrated. Louis slowly sank into the guy and then pulled back. The second time he plunged in a little faster and kept building speed slowly. Once he got a good rhythm going, he let the sling start to do most of the work and had the bear fucking himself on Louis's shaft. Occasionally, Louis would give a firm thrust into the bear and push him all the way off until he tugged on the chains and impaled the guy again. It was obvious that this was not going to be a quick five minute fuck and Louis was speeding up and slowing down, thrusting hard then gentle. It was nice to stand there and watch Louis fuck. Whenever I had done it before, either he was fucking me or we were part of a group. Other than rubbing my crotch, I now had my undivided attention on watching him. He was sexy, confident and fluid in his motions. He was even sexier to me now than when we first met and realized I was proud of how far he'd come. Less than a year ago he was a straight guy in an unhappy relationship and now he was a bi guy with a lot more variety in how and who he fucked. I kept watching and was captivated as I had my own private porno going on in front of me. Louis pulled on the chains and buried his cock to the hilt and held the guy there a moment. He slammed in a few times before he began pounding the bear's ass. I could see the sweat glisten on his hairy body and fly off on to the bear. Both of them seemed to be growling with Louis being the more vocal one. After a few minutes, he shoved in hard and I could see his body shake as he flooded the bear's guts with a pent up load. They stood there for a little while and Louis slowly pulled out. I could tell he was talking to the bear's sub and soon the otter was reluctantly licking the bear's ass clean of Louis' cum. Louis pulled his shorts on and looked around. There were only four or five of us watching but Louis had a large smile on his face. He walked up to me and said "That should teach that fucker for encouraging everyone to fuck our brains out." I chuckled and started to walk back to our campsite. "Who's your next one?" Louis asked. "Not sure yet, I'm a little thirsty" I replied and kept walking. Louis followed me into the bar. Once inside, I stopped and slowly looked around at the scattered crowd of guys. Everyone's eyes turned to us and all of them stopped talking. I grinned and walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool and Louis took the one next to me. "A couple pints, Joey" I said. Joey poured the pints and set them down in front of us. I could feel the eyes staring at Louis and I and there were only a few hushed words. A little breeze came through the door and I could smell the sweat and cum from Louis' body. If I wasn't plotting my next move, I would have dragged him back to the tent and licked and sniffed every inch of his body. "Sounds like you two have been taking advantage of the cuffs. Larry and his son earlier and then George just now" Joey said with a little nervousness in his voice. I waited a few seconds before I answered, wanting to keep the tension in the air. "Seems silly to waste an opportunity like this. Besides, there's a nice selection of guys to choose from" I replied. Louis snickered and we both wondered what response we would get. With nothing but silence, I added "We weren't totally selfish. We shared Trey with a few guys" and then chuckled. No one seemed to laugh at my joke and Louis and I slowly nursed our beers. A little while later Joey called out "Sam, cover the bar for a bit, I need a smoke break." A younger, skinny guy came around the bar and gave Joey a pack of reds. Joey walked out the back door and I waited a minute before standing up and said to Louis, a little louder than necessary, "I left my phone in the tent. Be right back, grab me another pint, please." I walked out of the bar and looked around. Joey was over near a BBQ grill, staring off into the sky as he dragged on a cig. I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone out, heading over his way. "Hey Joey, guess what?" He looked at me, completely confused. The more I stared back at him the more he realized what was about to happen. "You're fuckin' next" I said as I turned him around. I pulled his cargo shorts down which left him in a jockstrap and a sweat soaked tee. "I've wanted this ass since I first came up here years ago" I said. I opened my shorts just enough to pull my quickly hardening cock out. "Oh fuck" Joey blurted out. I chuckled and pulled his tee off before I wrapped my arm around his thick body. Whispering into his ear, I said "you set us up and now it's time to pay." I ground against his furry ass a little bit before my cock was so fuckin hard I couldn't bear it. My shaft rubbed up and down along his crack a few more seconds, leaking precum over his fur and my dick. I aimed my phone down and pushed record as I guided my cock in and only a few strokes later my cock found it's target. "Oh shit. Make it quick, I need to be back inside soon" Joey said. I stood there, my cock leaking pre and nestled tight against Joey's hole. "Nah, I want this to last. I want people to come out here wondering what happened to you and watch you get fucked" I said. I heard him gasp and then laughed to myself. Pushing harder, I soon felt his hole start to let me in. He was one of the tightest I had fucked in a while and I quickly remembered the first few fucks with Louis. Joey wasn't used to being fucked and that made getting my dick inside him even more enjoyable. I rocked my hips slowly at first, pushing deeper into him and then pulling back. It was a good thing I'd already blown a few loads today or I would have shot within a minute or two. Each stroke got longer and longer and Joey was whimpering at feeling my bare dick fuck his ass. The longer I fucked the more I realized Joey wasn't used to being on this end of a fuck. The harder I fucked, the more verbal Joey got. Lots of bottoms I fuck quickly move into moaning or other ways of showing that they love taking dick. Not Joey. He was a top and he wasn't giving in to the pleasure his ass could know. At that time, I really didn't care. It was a different attitude than I normally had, since I usually wanted my sex partner to have as much pleasure as I was getting. But Joey had set us up to be the camp bitches for the night and I was going to make sure he was going to endure a long, hard fuck. I may have started out slow, but once I had him stretched a bit I fucked harder. I wasn't going to be a jerk and rape him, but I was pounding his ass. While Joey was a big guy with plenty of padding, his ass was pretty firm and muscular like his legs. The more I fucked the louder his grunts got and it didn't take long for us to attract a crowd. I was sure Joey didn't want to have a bunch of his customers watch him get fucked, he didn't have a choice and I really like having an audience. I pushed him over and he grabbed the ends of the grill while I drilled his ass. The camera was catching each thrust in and out of his furry ass and when I watched it later you could see the sweat drip down over the hair on his back and ass. I glanced around and the group had gotten bigger, some even stroking their cocks as I fucked Joey. "Come on, dude. Finish up, I can't take any more" Joey whined. I laughed and replied "Sometimes it takes me a while to cum." I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, drilling his ass and then slowed down. I'm pretty sure everyone was out of the bar and watching the owner get fucked. I saw Louis who had a big grin peering out of his bushy beard watch me fuck Joey. I really have no idea how long I fucked but it was obvious that Joey was in pain. He had a lot of lube in his ass from all the precum my cock was dripping, but that really wasn't enough. He was tight and I was making him feel every inch of my cock plus the piercing. My balls started to churn and I didn't think I could last much more. Louis came over and took the phone from my hand and became my cameraman. My mind wanted to fuck Joey for a few more hours but my balls said "breed him." The last few strokes got ragged as did my breath and I slammed in a few more times before my balls won the battle. Ropes of hot cum flooded Joey's ravaged ass as I moaned out with each one. I heard lots of comments as guys around us realized I was cumming deep inside Joey. They may have been surprised that a top guy like Joey got fucked and bred, but Joey knew that the moment that the cuffs no longer meant anything the party was over. He took it in hopes that there would be another "designated hole" the following year. I pulled Joey up and felt his sweaty back on my chest. My arms wrapped around him while my dick was still buried in his ass. I whispered in his ear "Thanks, bud. You can be my bitch any time" before laughing loudly. The crowd started to move back to their tents or the bar and I pulled my cock out of Joey's ass. I slapped his butt and Louis zoomed in on the cum running out of Joey's hole. Joey pulled up his shorts and turned back to me. "You're a fucking asshole" he said to me and then laughed. We gave each other a hug and walked back into the bar, our arms wrapped around each other. I sat down on my stool as Joey walked back on to the other side. "I think you owe me another pint, since I just dumped one up your ass" I said with a grin.

If I were to attend MAL, this is what I would wish for. It's the first night of MAL. I've already spent some time mingling with people in the lobby. Enjoying the eye candy, exchanging glances with other men, drinking a few beers. My cock is hard and I cannot wait to get into more comfortable and easy access gear and check out a dance party at one of the clubs. I change into my new leather harness and jock strap, slip into my favorite pair of boots, and grab my cowboy hat. I lube my ass up, because I am not coming home without a load in me and want to make things easier for any willing tops. My ass looks great in this leather jock. The harness attaches to it and I'm already getting my codpiece wet with pre-cum thinking about the possibilities. We get to the club, where it's packed, loud and smells like raw sex. I'm in heaven. There are several levels, so I check out each one, trying to find a good opportunity for some cock. As I go up, the levels get a little less crowded, and on the third floor I find a decent sized dance floor, with a few people here and there, and then I spot him. This gorgeous hunk, about my height, hairy, thick build, beard and devilish smile. I look at him, and catch him looking back. He's dancing slowly to the music, and notice that his cock is out, hanging low, with a 0 gauge PA pulling it down. I have always wanted a PA fuck, could this be my lucky day? I start dancing and slowly get closer to this man, I dance so that my ass is facing him. It looks good in this jock, nice and firm. Will it catch his attention? It's looking like it. He starts dancing and moving my way, and I notice his cock slowly getting larger and starting to defy gravity. I start backing my ass up closer to his direction, and eventually, I bump into him. By this time, I can feel the cold metal of his PA right at the top of my ass cheeks. That is the perfect height. I start pushing my ass up against his crotch, feeling his hard cock fully against my ass, opening up my cheeks with his thickness. He starts slowly grinding up against me, with his cock sliding up and down my crack. I can feel the metal graze against my hole and it sends all the right signals to my brain. He grabs me by the harness, pulls me close, turns my head with his hands and starts to kiss me as he grinds into me more. I can smell cigar and beer in his breath and beard. His cock is looking for my hole, I can feel it moving near my hole and look for that alignment as we adjust our bodies to help. Suddenly, we hit that right spot and his pierced head catches my hole just right, so that instead of sliding up and down, it starts finding its way into me. Thanks to my planning and how horny and turned on I am, my hole is ready for his cock. The pierced head starts sliding in, and I start pushing back into him to help it go in deeper. It doesn't take long before he bottoms out against me, and I feel his full cock inside me. It's just the right size, and the PA hits my prostate. FUCK, this random guy is balls deep in me, RAW, in public, and it is everything I have dreamed of. The song changes and the beat picks up, which is perfect as we start going into a full fuck, and no one can tell what we are doing. He fills me with his cock with every thrust. My cock is rock hard. He pulls me into him with his arms. As we kiss, I beg him to breed me. He puts his mouth to my ear and says "I already did".

Moderator’s Note: You are correct PrEP does not protect against everything, but that fact a has no bearing on whether PrEP is effective at preventing HIV infection. It is remotely possible for a particular strain of virus to resist both medicines in Truvada. That may have contributed to case of PrEP failing. Your conclusion that PrEP is useless for promiscuous people does not follow. Please no personal attacks. Argue against what people say. I am cutting you some slack because of what you are reacting to. That isn’t true. There have been either 3 or 4 cases depending upon what you count. There was one case where a person happened to be exposed to a strain resistant to both meds. There were a couple of cases where the guys weren’t staying on their meds and did not have enough in their system. The last case is believed to be someone whose initial HIV test was a false negative; that is, they were actually Poz before they started PrEP. So let’s take the worst case and assume there have been 4 failures. In August, Gilead estimated there were 136,000 people in the USA on PrEP. That number has grown since then, and there are people around the world on it now. Let’s say there are 250,000 people taking it. 4 out of 250,000 is a 1/62500 chance. For comparison, your lifetime chance of being struck by lightning is estimated to be 1/12000. I can live with those odds for PrEP and not lose any sleep over it.

Your a dope.

3. Upvote A foot more and he’d reach it. Straining with every fiber in his upper torso he constricted his body tightly against the peg in his left hand, hanging, while his right arm reached far about his head. He knew the hole was there, somewhere. His right hand felt around until the dowel inserted into the recessed hole securely, allowing him to pull his entire one-eighty pounds of hard muscle up to the top of the climbing pegboard. His arms gleamed in sweaty muscle perfection, dripping pearls off his elbows, and he growled out his accomplishment for the others in the gym to hear above the din of the room. He gritted his teeth, biceps flexed to the max, and dropped off the pegs, landing with a thud on the padded gym floor. Steve Reynolds turned up the volume on his earbuds to drown out the gym’s pop music, pounding heavy metal instead inside his skull as he strutted over to the leg press. His head bobbed to the heavy cords and the pounding beat. Before putting forty-five pound plates for his hamstring set, he examined in the mirror what the pegboard had done for his biceps. At five-ten, blond hair parted perfectly down the middle, shoulders cutting against the double heads of his biceps, the mass of his triceps, he couldn’t help but break into a sparkling smile at his reflection. He took out his phone and snapped a pic of his right arm pumped at a right angle. He lifted his perspiration-drenched Glastonbury sweatshirt, the one he’d cut the arm cut off of, and examined his abs. Ripped six-pack abs stood out like a sideways picket fence. Yeah, he’d tap that if given the chance. He swung his ass around and check out his bowling ball cheeks. Coach said he had the face of GQ model with a body of a porn star when coach fucked him silly last year. That motivated him to get to the gym every day without fail over the summer. Wait till the coach had him alone this year. What would he tell him in his ear? He held up his sweatshirt once more, then held up his phone and snapped. The pic was excellent and he immediately shared it to his feed for his countless followers. Having piled several large plates onto the leg press, he was just getting under it when Nick and Zack Demopoulos, the Greek twins, both seniors, both twenty pounds heavier than him, a few inches taller, both hot as shit, stood on either sides of the machine, leaning on the plates, looking down on him. Too big and steely to be swimmers, they were, however, big, fast and as powerful as jaguars on the athletic field, stars both of the school’s soccer team. “You still doing that faggy water volleyball?” Nick said. The only way Steve Reynolds could tell them apart was Nick was the one with the crooked nose from the number of times he had broken it in fights. For twins, they had very different temperaments. Zack was more laid back, Nick much more aggressive. Reynolds didn’t hear what Nick was going on about and flicked out his earbuds. Nick leaned over the machine eyeballing Reynolds, prone on his back, legs sticking up in the air. Nick released the machine’s safety catch and the full weight plus Nick’s overhanging torso bore down on Reynolds. “What’s the matter? You don’t like soccer?” he asked snarling. “Grrrrrr,” grunted Reynolds under the massive weight. He pushed up fiercely, and reinstated the safety catch. “No reason,” he said casually although a bit breathlessly. “Can only do so much with seven classes. Mind?” He pointed at Nick’s elbows to get off the machine. Nick backed off holding his hands in the air, all innocent. Ice wouldn’t melt in that hot mouth of his. The gym was a cacophony of after-class buzzing. Girls strained, moaned and stretched in the mirrors, pairs of boys at the free weights spotted each other, yelling, “You got this, it’s all you!” Plates clanked, footfalls fell heavily on running machines, an overlay of Lady Gaga blared over the loudspeakers, and ESPN commentators analyzed football plays on overhead flatscreens. “Your coach must have some magic spell over you guys,” Zack said, a sliver of white teeth smiling above him. Reynolds pumped out a set of ten reps while Zack continued. “No one ever seems to want to get on any other team once they start under Coach Brandon. What’s the secret, Steve?” Reynolds locked the safety catch again and let his legs drop to his sides, puffing. “Team spirit, what can I say, Zack?” There was something about the twins, some yin-yang that made them so tempting and formidable. Maybe it was how pleasing they were to look at, especially Zack. He had an arm perched above Reynolds revealing a thick mat of black armpit hair, matted down with sweat from his workout. Both the twins had dark brooding features, black curly hair, long eagle-beak noses, Nick’s slightly bent to one side; both had thin dark lips, sensually curved, brows that were big and always furrowed, eyes that glittered black as coal. “Team spirit? Nah,” Zack said, waving a finger back at him. “I say he’s got something on all of you.” He cocked a sly smile at Reynolds. Reynolds though Zack was the more cleaver of the two even though Nick was in honors society studying behavioral psychology, just like he was, whereas Zack slacked off majoring in musical theater. Not for nothing, Zach was a pretty good actor the two musicals he’d seen him in. The major itself, though, made Reynolds have his suspicions about Zack and his proclivities. He thought maybe they aligned with his own bent desires. It was hard to imagine, however, that he and Zack played on the same team with a twin brother like Nick. It was hard to fathom, but man, did the brothers towering above him make fine looking bookends. Reynolds pushed his legs up the fraction of an inch that allowed the safety latch to release. Nick leaned on the plates again adding his weight to frustrate Reynolds. “Looks like you need some juice to get through your sets,” he said. “Too much water between your ears.” Reynolds roared to get his last two leg presses out. He was annoyed but not really pissed. He looked at Zack, who shrugged his shoulders giving him a what-can-I-do-he’s-my-brother look. He glanced back at Nick, a little intrigued. “You got juice?” he asked trying not to look too enticed. “Shit, yeah,” Nick said, twisting his arm around to flex his delt and tricep. Reynolds had to acknowledge they were impressively large. “You don’t get these from just the gym.” Reynolds looked back at Zack. Zack had on a loose string tank so most of his chest was exposed. He flexed his pecs and beneath his chest’s thick pelt of clipped black fur, perfectly chiseled mounds of man-flesh rose like rock mountains. Reynolds was startled by the size and also by the fact that Zack juiced. Nick, he figured, for sure, but Zack took him by surprise. “You have it?” Nick nodded. "Sell it?" Reynolds asked him in a hush voice. Leaning down, Nick joked, “First one’s always free, m’ man.” “Let’s go then,” said Reynolds, getting up from his prone position. “I’ll get my gym bag.” “Nah,” said Zack waving his hand. “Finish your routine, let’s not create a ruckus. Meet us at the Blackbox theater. I have my stuff stashed there. Know where that is?” Reynolds nodded. He was pretty excited not only by the prospects of doing steroids for the first time, but doing steroids with the hot Demopoulos twins. Who knew where this would lead isolated as the Blackbox theater was? Maybe he could get Zack alone at some point and ditch annoying Nick. Or could it lead to a three-way. The brothers left the gym floor, and he finished the rest of his exercises quickly. He grabbed his gym bag out of his locker. The Blackbox wasn’t too far away, down the hall and through an underpass to an old part of the school. Still in his cutoff sweatshirt and shorts, he checked himself out in the full-length mirror at the end of the lockers and approved of what he saw. Lean, sinewy, pumped muscles that soon would be much more enhanced if Nick came through. *** The underpass echoed the squeaks from his shoes as he walked along the grey and white broken tile. There were older parts of the college, sure. Some buildings dated from the late eighteen hundreds. Some structures were built in the early nineteen twenties, thirties and forties. This section, however, was out of the ugly, boring nineteen-sixties. Institutional as a non-descript post office or police station; functional, drab and featureless. The underpass was half-lit with some of the fluorescent tubes removed to save on power, which only amplified the feeling of neglect. Not interesting enough to be spruced up by murals or even decorated with bulletin boards displaying club events; not dilapidated enough to be torn down and started afresh; this section of the school was lost in ennui that was as tangible as dead skin needing to be sloughed off. In the middle of the underpass he spotted a white porcelain drinking fountain. He bent over and twisted its metal knob. It dribbled a weak stream between metal prongs. Still he was thirsty enough to draw loud sips to quench his thirst. His slurps amplified through the empty hallway, and along with the dim light, made the whole passage seem sadly desolate. The Blackbox entrance was around the corner from the underpass. He tested the door and found it open. It was one of the drama departments many theaters, the smallest and most infrequently used, in fact he couldn’t remember a single time it had a production in it over the course of his freshman year. True to its name, when he entered all he found was an empty black painted room void of any chairs or furniture, just a raised stage in the center surround by thick black curtains along all four sides. Zack was fooling around at a lighting board at one end, while Nick was bringing up a couple of grey folding chairs to the center of the platform. Nick was dressed in black slacks and shirt. Zack, at the lighting board, was dressed the same. Two bright spotlights came up as Nick approached the center. He unfolded the chairs meeting Reynolds in the middle under the klieg lights. “You didn’t change,” observed Nick. “Guess he’s excited,” Zack called on his way over to them. He held up an orange-tipped syringe between his fingers. “Uh, so,” Reynolds said sitting across from Nick, a little nervous actually seeing the needle for the first time, “What? You shoot that in my leg or something?” He looked back and forth between the twins’ faces. “That’s what I read you do anyway.” Nick took the needle from Zack, removing the cap. “Nah, first time you gotta mainline it. Works faster,” he said, running a finger over Reynold’s many pronounced veins. “No problem finding a juicy one on you. You pumped ‘em nice. Gonna get you right here.” He held Reynolds' arm flat against his own leg and popped the needle in at an angle, drawing a large stream of blood swirling into the vial. “You gonna love this, dude. Just go with it.” Nick plunged the content into Reynolds’ bloodstream, and Reynolds’ head flew back as the drug hit his brain like an electric current. “Fuck, wah,” Reynolds couldn’t finish the sentence as a thunderclap roared down from his brain through his nervous system straight out to his fingers and toes and especially from the center of his groin. He was blissed almost to the point of passing out from how good he felt. He’d never had this much of a rush flow through him. No finishing line, no swim meet win, not even an orgasm of a fist going up his butt for the first time could compete with the overwhelming ecstasy cascading through his mind and body. What was even more unbelievable was Zack unzipping his fly and presenting him with his fat, uncut Greek cock slapping him in his face a couple of times. It barely pulled him out of his revelry with an insatiable hunger that overtook him and he swallowed Zack member fully, slurping loudly, drool running down his cheeks, Zack’s hardening tool starting to go deeper down his throat. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He didn’t care if Nick saw it or not. In fact he liked that Nick was watching. And Nick did see, and even more unbelievably, pulled off Reynolds’ shorts. “Oops, sorry dude. Must have mixed that point up with some crystal,” Nick admitted disingenuously. Once Reynolds gym shorts were off Nick spied the metal cage over Reynolds’ cock and balls. “What in hell?” Nick tapped against Reynolds’ chastity cage. “What the fuck is that?” Reynolds couldn’t answer with Zack’s cock in his mouth and his brain was too fried from meth to assemble an answer that made sense. He forgot the question as soon as it was asked. All he knew was Zack’s cock in his mouth. The cage just was, part and parcel of his reality. Integrated for over a year. Something his coach wanted. Demanded. Insisted. Rewarded. Something everyone else acquiesced to. Unquestioningly. For the run of the fall season, a break at Christmas, and then again reattached for the rest of spring, free for the summer, now back locked up in fall for a second year. He felt his dick hardening while he sucked the hairy Greek, thick wiry black pubes tickling his nostrils, but knew his dick’s limits and it’d engorged as much as it would and then stopped. He’d soon turn his aroused state solely to his hole as he learned to do his freshman year. He knew he’d give it willingly to these two Greek gods, and, as the drug careened through not only his mind but throughout his body, he sensed they’d make good use of it. He’d be a fucking slut for both of them. No question. “You sick motherfucker. Suck my brother’s dick, faggot,” Nick taunted him. He pulled the folding chair out from under Reynolds who fell to his knees, keeping his mouth attached to Zack’s huge, fully erect cock. Nick brought out a fuckbench from behind one of the heavy black drapes and told Reynolds to climb on it. Zack encouraged him to climb onto it, the whole time continuing the contact between his cock and the swimmer’s mouth. Nick riffled through Reynolds’ gym bag and found his phone. “Open it, shitbag,” he ordered, handing it to Reynolds. Reynolds paused hesitant, which made Zack pull out of his mouth, waving his dark member with its plum purple head bulging and leaking a stream of pre-cum, enticing him with it like a matador in front of a bull. Reynolds’ brows furrowed in frustration and he unlocked the phone for Nick. Zack rewarded Reynolds with his dick as Reynolds positioned himself onto the arm and leg rests of the fuckbench. Zack held Reynolds’ head steady as he started rocking his dick deeper down Reynolds’ throat. Nick snapped a close-up photo on Reynolds’ phone—“Blackmail insurance,” he said—and then started assembling some equipment at the edge of the raised platform while his brother took pleasure in Reynolds’ mouth, adding a finger across the swimmer’s exposed butthole. Reynolds was in a frenzy, feverish, sweating profusely, his fantasy of having Zack play with his butthole complete while he weighed Zacks heavy balls in his hand, totally unaware of the mechanical device with protruding dildo being set up behind him. Zack watched his brother setting up the fuck machine whose wires ran to a laptop at the lighting station. Knowing what Reynolds was in for started making him leak even more in anticipation. He had to admit the swimmer had incredible oral skills. His velvet mouth and wet slippery tongue rolled over his knob sending him over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, Nick,” he called out to his twin. “Go for it, bro,” Nick called back from the lighting station. “Almost ready.” Zack increased his rhythm, skull-fucking Reynolds with deeper and more violent strokes. “Wished I could return the favor,” he told Reynolds. Reynolds tried to speak forgetting he was going down one of the most delicious fat cocks he’d ever given head to, maybe even as good as coach’s. He garbled something unintelligible in response. “Yeah, whatever you said,” Zack responded. “Maybe another time.” He thrust his leaking tool deep down Reynolds’ throat and then exploded spasm after spasm of spunk, gurgling down the horned up jock’s gullet. Spit and sperm ran out of Reynolds’ mouth as he choked on the vast amount of cum Zack shot in him. Reynolds shook his head in pleasure mixed with disbelief, the first moment he began coming off the initial rush of crystal. Fuck, did he feel good. He couldn’t wait for what would come next. “Meanwhile,” Nick said, laying a strap over the back of Reynolds’ Glastonbury sweatshirt and cinching it tight, then securing individual leg restraints over his naked legs and thighs, “time for us to get to the main event. Bro, latch his arms and wrists.” Zack bent down and looked Reynolds in the face. He held the guy’s face in his hands and kissed him, swallowing some of his own cum in the process. He smiled and Reynolds smiled back in a haze of pleasure and innocence. Zack then proceeded to bind the sophomore’s forearms to the arm rests. He stood up and zipped up his hairy crotch from Reynolds’ view. It was only then that Reynolds realized he couldn’t move. “So here’s what’s going to happen,” Nick said, grabbing Reynolds’ sweatshirt hood and draping it down over his head. “I don’t want anyone knowing who you are. Don’t know how long you’re gonna last and I don’t want anyone missing you tonight. This is my thesis project, a kind of update of the old Yale Milgram experiment from the nineteen-sixties, to see how much empathy is out there in the digital world. You’re a psych major, right?” Reynolds nodded but still confused, feeling a rising panic in the pit of his stomach. “You remember Milgram tested subjects telling them it was okay to shock another subject to the point of near death, proving anyone would submit to authority figures given the opportunity, would ‘just follow orders.’ My proposition is that in this brave new world of anonymous social media, there isn’t any authority at all so people are just complete fucks jobs. Soulless, guiltless, fucks. Hope for your sake I’m wrong, but I doubt it. Got him locked down, bro?” Reynold felt Zack push a load of grease into his hole, and followed it up with a protrusion at the edge of his asshole, something that felt like a hard dick ready to fuck him. "Yepper," answered Zack. “I’ve got you wired to a live feed. The upvotes work arithmetically. First ten votes push the rubber dick in an inch, the next twenty pumps up the dildo’s girth an inch, the next thirty makes the piston go a little faster, forty, another inch deeper, fifty, another inch wider, so on and so forth. Downvotes work the same way but in reverse. Given the option we’ll see how much goes in that direction and we’ll see if the public has any sympathy for you and your hole.” “Guys, fuck, don’t do this,” Reynolds was able to spit out, testing the reality that this was really happening. He still tasted Zack, still had a pleasurably hum of eroticism running through him, didn’t know if the idea of being fucked was such a bad idea, but didn’t like he couldn’t move his arms or legs, not even a fraction. “Can’t we just play?” “Later maybe, Steve,” Zack said. “Yeah, Steve. Later,” Nick said snidely. “We’ll see how much the internet thinks you should take if anything is left of you. You’ve got the potential of a two foot horse cock aimed at your shithole, more if the interweb deems it. You’re at their mercy, whoever ‘they’ are. My guess is you’re going to be a complete bloody trainwreck when we check back later.” “I think,” added Zack to reassure Reynolds, “people are going to be more empathetic than my brother thinks.” “That would only be true,” posited Nick, “if they could see his face, but he’s only a body on YouTube. No audio, all they’ll see is thrashing. Potentially.” Reynolds felt the initial sensation of the dildo pushing in an inch. “Looks like you’ve been spotted by a few gawkers. By the IP address looks like their from this campus, but the hits are starting to grow wider. I have a running banner of stats under the video but I’m sure all eyes will be glued to your ass and how it’s taking the punishment.” A hiss of air came from the mechanical box and Reynolds felt the cock expand inside his ass and also started moving faster in and out. “Think you’ve already got a fan club forming. New York and New Jersey just lit up.” At the moment it teased his ass. He’d taken much more locked up last spring under coach’s guidance. A fist, double penetration, a small eggplant, a large eggplant—no holding back what a locked up hormonal eighteen-year-old would do to satisfy his pent up urges—but this was an ominous test like he could never imagine. Nick and Zack walked off the platform. Reynolds, fearing his plight, began yelling for help in the muffled room. “Save your breath, Steve,” Zack said. “This stage is virtually soundproof and, besides, hardly anyone come down here anymore.” Another inch went in deeper while another inch stretched him wider as the oscillation increased. The twins were gathering up their belongings when they heard a cry from the platform and heard the undulation of the fuck machine increase more rapidly than before. Nick checked the laptop. “They’re starting to share it across different social media, it’s spreading to Europe, too. Look, someone created a hashtag. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “Maybe we should stay and monitor so it doesn’t get out of hand.” Zack sounded genuinely concerned. “Nah, besides, Reynolds is a fuckin’ perve. Who else locks his junk up in a cage? He can take it and if he can’t, whose fault is that?” The twins exited and the Blackbox door clanked shut behind them like a tomb. Within minutes the video feed went viral. It was retweeted, additional hashtags were shared, Russian bots flooded the stream, hackers programmed algorithms to deluge the upvote counter just to see what would happen. What started arithmetically—one plus two plus three—became exponential increases—four times five times six—something Nick hadn’t thought of but Reynolds felt the growth expanding inside his colon, a digital virus, an epidemic spreading inside his analog hole. Two dicks, three, four, a fist, double fists, triple. The sensation outstripped his body's real-time experiences. Steve Reynolds’ phone sat mounted on a tripod next to him, only a few feet away, impartial, capturing his ever-increasing torment, dispassionate, observing his growing misery objectively, both judge and jury emotionless. Upvotes flooded the counter ticking up faster and faster. Who knew how high it would go before it stopped? Or if it even would stop. Regardless, his hole opened wider, he was penetrated deeper. His anguish became endless agony, the excruciation bottomless, the suffering relentless; all the while the machine rattled on and on and on and on, as the counter ticked higher, ever higher.