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This is my first post. I am a young, healthy, muscular, blond athlete jock boy living in South Florida. White collar pro by day, but a secret need and a want to take anonymous loads all the time. For my birthday this year i decided to go to NYC. I had posted on BBRT beforehand (blondjockboi) to find a host to whore me out while I was going to be there. I had been whored out once before in LA by the famous Master Jerry the previous summer for LA Pride as his "pride cumdump" where I was blindfolded, ass up taking every load he sent to me at the Dunes Inn motel. I didn't know if I would meet Master Jerry, just that my role was to be ass up taking loads. I ended up with 38, but kind of lost count half way through. Master Jerry surprised me by showing up at the end with a young friend, and giving me my very last load. 38 was the number on my back at the end of the night. Within a few hours of posting on BBRT for NYC I got a message from a man called Dmitiri in NYC. He claimed to be the Master Jerry of NYC, so I thought great - I will definitely get a lot of loads. I was instantly attracted to Dmitiri because he was so pervy. He was only interested in getting me as many loads as possible. He had also been coordinating with another boy coming to NYC from Albany (a super cute twink EMT), and set up a hotel room for us in Midtown. The plan was that the twink EMT would take loads the night before, and I would come in the morning and replace him, taking loads all day. Sort of a marathon of cumdumps available for all these horny men on Dmitri's list. When I walked into the hotel room, it was about 8am and the smell of cum was overwhelming. The boy was laying on his stomach the bed, with cum just drizzling out of his boy pussy all over the sheets. I stripped down and hopped in bed with him, we were making out for a bit and I was fingering his cummy hole - about that time a super hot daddy walked in. I told the boy you take it, and I'll take over after. He said it was his 41st load. The boy played on top of me, and as we were making out the daddy climbed on top of him and shoved his massive hairy cock in. I could hear the cum splooge out of his hole with this massive cock penetrating this pussy. All three of us were making out, and the daddy bit my lip and came inside of him. As he pulled out, I could see a long stream of cum falling from his dick, I rolled over and gobbled it off. As the daddy cleaned up, the boy hopped in the shower, and before you knew it I was alone. I tied my blindfold on, and waited. Within 5 or 10 min the door opened and I could hear 3 or 4 voices coming in. I knew I was going to be used, and filled up with all of this hot anonymous cum. One thing I like when getting fucked is reach underneath and feel the balls of the guy who is breeding me. Every guy was different. One was shaved smooth, one was stubbly, and one was fully hairy. To my surprise the hairy balls slapping my ass turned me on so much, I came hands-free when getting fucked by guy 3. Everything after that is a blur. It was guy after guy, grunting, sweating, whispering in my ear, cumming in my ass. Tongue after tongue, finger after finger, cock after cock. I was taking so many loads, I wondered how long I had been going. I got a quick break, and checked my phone. I had been going 4 hours, and Dmitri had texted me. "You doing okay?" "I'm not going to stop sending guys". I told him to keep going. The next time I took off my blindfold the sun was going down. I had taken 61 loads in 9 hours. I was a cummy mess. Dried cum all over my face, my back, cum oozing out of my pussy. I checked my phone and told Dmitri that I was happy, and had to get ready to meet friends for my Birthday Dinner. 10 minutes later, another twink came in the room, and said he was replacing me. Dmitri had set up a 3rd boy to take loads that evening/night. The twink was super cute, and told me he played Peter Pan on Broadway. I knew I needed to cum again after being fucked all day, so i bent him over, and gave him his first load. As I was finishing the trail of guys started coming in to breed him. I kissed him on the lips as I was leaving - and told him to have fun. 🙂 Dmitri was awesome, and said the feed back from the men was great! He would happily whore me out again when I get to NYC. In the meantime, I would love to find a super pervy partner who would be interested in traveling around and whoring me out to every dick of his choosing. I'm even up for moving to you if the situation is right. 🙂

Part 18 - West of Tuscany It was late afternoon in New York when the flight landed, collecting their luggage and walking to the exit Savio was excited taking everything in his stride and trying to contain himself. The love for each other had grown incredibly strong over the past two weeks, Oliver had never lived so happily. The mix of Savio and Tuscany, being able to roam around dressed in shorts, the tranquillity and beauty of the surroundings and one person had all won his heart over. No matter how much he loved NY it was cluttered noisy and dirty and a far cry from what he left behind. The taxi pulled up to the swanky building off Central Park, the door man greeting Oliver like a friend escorted them in. Savio followed Oliver in to the penthouse and ran straight over to the large expansive windows overlooking Central Park taking in the view. The penthouse seemed empty without Liam who would not be returning until the weekend, he was currently enjoying a break with Brad and James in Florida. Putting his coffee cup down Luca smiled at the tall frame walking through the door of the coffee shop. It seemed like ages since he last saw Tony and instantly he thought about the amazing sex he had with him. Mark was jealous he was meeting Tony having heard all about his counsellor and techniques. Luca promised Mark that there would be no sex between them unless they were together. Despite his promise the sight of Tony still gave Luca one hell of an erection when he sat down opposite him. "I was beginning to think you were never coming back?" Tony remarked after ordering a coffee. Luca chuckled "I know it did go on but there is a reason" he started to explain. Tony cocked his head to one side "You met someone?" he asked guessing "you have haven't you!". Luca smiled "Yes, my dorm friend from university you know the one I told you about". Tony laughed "So you finally get it on with him" he said calming down "I'm pleased for you Luca". "Really?" Luca asked looking at him "I thought you might have been upset just a little". Tony chuckled "Of course I am, I like our therapy sessions but finding love is hard and I am happy for you". Luca fiddled around with the sugar sachets on the table "There is one other thing". Tony thanked the waitress for his coffee and leaned in "You want to stop seeing me?" he asked. "No" Luca replied horrified "I mean in that sense yes. I like you as a friend and someone to talk to". Tony smiled "And the boyfriend?" he asked "what does he make of all this?". Luca laughed "Oh he want's to meet you and take him to get a tattoo done" he said grinning. Luca looked up "Apart from that I am moving to Tuscany to live and work in the family business". Tony stopped smiling "You really have got everything sorted" he said shaking his head "I will miss you Luca". "Not so fast" Luca said holding his hand up "I meant it about being a friend". "In what way?" Tony asked looking confused. Luca smiled "I hope, no want you to come and visit us out there, use it as a holiday". Tony nodded "Would I not be in the way?" he asked putting his cup down. "No, my parents and me owe you big time for helping me through this" Luca said with a genuine tone. Tony smiled "Okay, of course I would come and visit I like you in or out of bed" he replied. Luca blushed "Mark is coming here on Saturday, maybe we could meet?" he asked looking at Tony. "I would love to Luca" Tony replied "I want to see this person who stole you from me" he said laughing. Luca spent the rest of the week packing and sending his belongings out to the villa along with meeting up with Tony daily, he came to dinner on Thursday with Sara and Gio happy to see him and welcome him in to their home. Gio asked Tony's opinion on how he thought Luca was doing and coping with everything, breathing a sigh of relief when he heard Luca had invited him to Tuscany whenever he wanted a break. Gio guessed something had gone on between Tony and Luca, he didn't mind as he really liked Tony despite his tattoos and quirky appearance the guy was pretty sound and sane. Friday couldn't come round soon enough for Luca standing at Paddington train station waiting for Mark to arrive. Sarah walked up and handed Luca a drink telling him to stop pacing around. After five minutes the train slowly appeared and pulled up to the platform, Luca was anxious standing behind the ticket barrier trying to spot him amongst the throng of passengers streaming off the train. Sarah tapped Luca on the shoulder and pointed to Mark walking towards them, she stepped back watching Mark pass the ticket barrier and running to Luca. Shutting the world out around them they embraced and kissed openly, tears in their eyes kissing and hugging. Sarah blinked rapidly trying not to cry seeing the emotional wrecks they had become. Finally when they managed to stop Mark walked over to Sarah giving her a big hug. Gio was making a pasta dish that Mark had loved during his time in Tuscany when they arrived home. Mark smelt it straight away and smiled watching Gio for a few minutes until Sarah asked Luca to take Mark up to unpack. Gio looked at Sarah "What?" he asked seeing the broad smile on her face. "Worried about them Gio" Sarah said "I don't know if they will manage to get through the year". Gio handed her a glass of wine "In what way worried?". "You should have seem them at the station Gio" she said sitting down. Gio nodded and sat down "Do you think we need to talk to Mark's parents?" he suggested. Sarah looked at her glass "I don't think his parents know how much they mean to each other". "See how the weekend goes" Gio suggested standing up "call the boys down for dinner please". "Did you see Mark's face when he saw what you was cooking?" Sarah laughed walking out the kitchen. Luca excitedly filled Mark in on all that happened with Savio and Oliver and how they had become inseparable like themselves. He expressed concern that if Savio decided to live with Oliver in New York it would upset his grandparents and Savio's parents immensely. They walked downstairs in to the dining room and Luca noticing Mark was a little more quieter than usual. He seemed normal enough to Luca enjoying Gio's pasta dish and referring to how much better it was eating this on the terrace in Tuscany. Sarah brought the coffee pot over and set it down on the table. "How is university going Mark you hardly said a thing about it?" Sarah asked pouring him a coffee. Mark glanced at Luca "Studying hard" he simply replied with a disinterested look on his face. "Mark" Sarah looked at him "come on your not fooling anyone what is the matter?" she asked putting the pot down. Mark shrugged his shoulders "It is okay" he replied looking at Sarah "I won't make it through the year". Gio looked at him "Explain Mark?" he asked glancing at Luca. "My head is elsewhere all the time" Mark tried to explain "I spent so long waiting I can't wait another year". Sarah nodded "I thought so Mark" she said sympathetically "You want to be with Luca?" she asked. "Yes" Mark held Luca's hand "my family will be upset, but I can't see any other way". Gio smiled "Do you want us to speak to your parents?" he asked "smooth things over?". Mark chuckled "If you can make them see sense it would be a miracle" he said. That evening Mark spent a great deal on the phone with his parents, Gio spoke with Mark's parents as well. It took time convincing them and in their hearts they knew if they stood in the way Mark would just quit university and cause a rift in their family. Gio then suggested that they come to Tuscany in late September his parents finally persuaded knowing he had a job and somewhere to live, being invited out to see it first hand helped bring them around. Luca and Mark walked in to the coffee shop early Saturday morning and met up with Tony. Mark found Tony fascinating purely out of what Luca had told him and how dominant he liked sex. The biggest fascination was the tattoos adorning his body and he made Tony explain the significance of each one. Mark looked up all gooey eyed "I want one, like Luca's but the other side" he finally said. Tony chuckled "I know Luca told me" he replied "my tattooist has kept a slot free for you today". Mark smiled "Neat" he said looking at Luca "maybe I will get to see your other tattoos sometime". Luca laughed "Enough of that" he lightly punched Mark on the arm. Tony leaned forward "You won't see them as you will be face down getting it" he said winking at Mark. Mark smirked "I'm leaking precum thinking about you giving it to me". "Mark!" Luca exclaimed in feign shock "We better go before you two start doing it" he laughed. Savio stirred in bed his sleeping pattern out of synch with the jetlag. Oliver kissed him and looked at the time, 6am he thought to himself. He too was having problems adjusting his body clock and suggested they go for a run around Central Park. Savio straddled Oliver until he promised to run slower so he could keep up. They quickly dressed and headed out in the crisp damp morning air that Saturday morning slowly jogging around. Savio loved this part of New York and couldn't stand being in Times Square amongst all the crowds, he was a country boy heart although he loved being shown around by Oliver. Even the bank they visited was in an amazing building and Savio spent the hour looking around whilst Oliver met with his personal advisor and got the ball rolling with decisions much clearer in his head. Savio and Oliver spent the rest of Saturday going around the Met museum mostly biding time until Liam returned home probably with Brad and James in tow. Savio stood at the window watching people in the park running and walking their dogs "Savio" Oliver called. "Yes" he answered wandering in to the kitchen diner "What are you doing?" he asked smiling at the mess. "Trying to make pasta" Oliver replied covered in flour "I need help". Savio laughed washing his hands "Is one thing I can do with my eyes closed" he replied taking over. "What are you doing Oliver?" Brad asked standing their putting his bag down "Finally you have come home". James and Liam walked in after Brad laughing at the sight of Oliver trying to cook, quickly though there eyes went to the stunning Italian guy standing there with Oliver who had gone all quiet and shy from the sudden appearance of the three. "Guys this is Savio" Oliver introduced him "the reason I stayed longer in Italy". Brad chuckled "Very nice Oliver" he said walking over and hugging Savio taking an instant liking to him. Savio hugged James and Liam "So how did you two meet then?" Liam asked curiously. "Well I was spending the night with Luca's uncle and husband" Oliver started saying. "Slut" Brad interrupted making Savio chuckle. "Haha" Oliver replied "then this one turns up in the morning, turns out he is Luca's cousin". There was silence until Liam looked at Oliver "Seriously?" he asked watching Oliver nod. The three burst out laughing at the irony of the situation Brad's instant liking to Savio showed through in their very similar personalities and ended spending most of the time together chatting. James immediately saw why Oliver had fallen in love with this Italian guy, he was smart and quick off the mark a trait that Oliver liked in people. What stopped them dead in their tracks was the revelation he was Luca's cousin. Brad delightfully bragged to Savio how he nailed Luca on the ship and slept with him for the night. Oliver invited all 3 of them for dinner on Sunday evening explaining the were flying to California on Monday to see Oliver's family. Liam waited until Brad and James left and walked back in to the kitchen after showering. "This is really serious then?" Liam asked looking at Oliver being taught to make ravioli. Oliver smiled at Savio "Very" he replied looking at Liam "we just fell in love" he tried explaining. Savio chuckled "Only after I fed him an apricot and kissed him" he added. Liam sat down and smiled "If your taking him to California then it is serious". Oliver wiped his hands and sat next to Liam "It will mean me spending more time in Italy". Liam nodded "I am not stupid Oliver" he replied "the way you spoke about the place with such affection". "There is always a room for you" Oliver said standing up. Liam walked over and helped Savio with the pasta "Have you brought somewhere already?" he asked. Savio looked at Oliver "Did you?" he asked looking shocked. Oliver shook his head "Not yet but I want to buy a place for us if you will let me". Liam laughed "Take it Savio he never splashes the cash around like that". Savio looked at Oliver "Is not necessary" he slipped heavily in to his Italian phrasing forgetting words. "Don't argue with him Savio" Liam said patting his hand. "I want to do this for us Savio and we will have this place as well" Oliver explained hurriedly. He walked over and kissed Savio "Then if we get married you can choose where". Savio grinned and blushed a little having never thought about marriage "Okay" he replied "Is a deal". Sunday evening Luca stood on the platform next to Mark who kept lifting his t-shirt looking at his scorpion tattoo then up at Luca and smiling. He was going back to university for the week and his parents were coming down on Friday to help him move out of residency. Mark would get a little time at home before flying out with Luca and finalise the arrangements for his family to come out late September. They quickly kissed and promised to call each other during the week and Mark boarded the train. Gio put his arm around his son and they both waved watching the train slowly start its journey back to Oxford. "You okay Luca?" Gio asked looking at his son. Luca smiled watching the train "Absolutely" he replied looking at his father "it is the right decision". Gio chuckled "Just don't keep inviting people out you are both there to work" he said rubbing his head chuckling. "I know" Luca replied standing quiet for a moment Gio looked at him and smiled "I will let Marzi and Nico know you will be arriving on Sunday". The house stood in a beautifully maintained gated estate on the outskirts of San Diego by the beach. Modest at best it was a four bedroom house at the end of cul-de-sac. California was a far cry from New York, less built up and Savio liked it better for the warmth and sunshine. He could tell Oliver was nervous about him meeting his parents and with good reason, they had never approved of his lifestyle choice and telling him he would never find real love. It was this that drove him to succeed and be able to move away, there had been many times Oliver had remembered what his parents said and he had found it hard finding that special person. Anyone he took a liking to seemed to get over attached when they saw the penthouse overlooking Central Park. He looked at Savio and smiled more contented and happy than he had ever been. Savio waited behind Oliver who was in the arms of his mother and father, happy to see him and berating him for leaving it so long to come home. He proudly introduced them to Savio but were dumbfounded when they found out he was very Italian and how they had met purely out of nowhere. Oliver's younger brother Jack appeared and looked him up and down mumbling then walking off. Jack was 24 still at home and slightly taller than Oliver and the similarities in their looks was uncanny, his swimmers build body was etched with tattoos. Oliver had never seen him with the tattoos and was shocked, more so by how rough he was looking. Oliver's older sister was married with 3 kids and she popped by to see him on her way to dropping the kids off at school. To Savio it all looked like a normal family but he felt there was something dark lurking in the shadows. When Oliver finally managed to sit down and talk with this parents Savio saw the darkness unravel before him. Jack was turning tricks and doing drugs, as long as the tricks paid well he didn't care if it was a man or woman. Jack was even more rampant than Oliver and could easily turn 3 or 4 tricks in a day. Oliver sat there quietly saddened by the news "How long has the drug use been going on?" he eventually asked. His mother shrugged her shoulders "I don't know, but he doesn't seem to be to heavily in to it". "He is not stealing from you is he?" Oliver asked looking at his parents who shook their heads. His father looked at Oliver "I wish you still had that company and could have given him a job" he said. "Have you tried to get help for him?" Oliver asked "you now rehab or something like that?". His mother and father looked at each other "He doesn't value anyone's opinion" his mother replied. "He has money Oliver" his father said then paused "where did we go wrong with him?" he sounded exasperated. Oliver shook his head "You didn't do anything wrong, he is just lazy but I worry about who he hangs out with more". Hi smother smiled "Well at least you made something of your life. We are happy you have found someone". Savio looked at Oliver "It is nearly harvest time" he said noticing the perplexed looks he was getting. "Bring him over to Italy to work in the vineyards" Savio explained to them all. Oliver looked at him "Savio you don't need our family problems to deal with" he said "but thank you". Savio held Oliver's hand "Familia" he said "we look after family in Italy". Oliver was pleased that his parents liked Savio but still thought that Jack was a mistake they could do without. His parents agreed to talk to Jack and obtain a passport for him. They met up a few more times in between taking Savio around sightseeing before heading back to New York for a few days then back to Tuscany. The two weeks had been busy and Oliver was constantly on phone calls with his bank on some business negotiation. Stepping foot inside the amazing penthouse Oliver was on the phone and Savio heard Oliver '8 million and its a closed deal' he said then waited 'agreed, thanks'. Oliver put his phone down and sat on the sofa next to Savio. "Have your finished?" Savio asked running his hand down Oliver's leg. Oliver sighed lovingly and looked at Savio "Yes" he replied feeling Savio's hand caressing his cock and reading a text message from his parents. "Jack has agreed to come to Italy for a week in October" Oliver said to Savio breathing a sigh of relief "I hope you won't hate me after". Savio moved and straddled Oliver holding his head in his hands looking in to his eyes "I love you Olly". Oliver leaned up and kissed him "Is that so... want to show me?" he replied grinning up at Savio. They both knew it was coming and it was now a case of who got who first, their crazy sex had seen them doing it in the toilets of the Met and Central Park and all over the penthouse. Their favourite place without a doubt was in bed where they could slow down and make love, not bad considering they were both rampantly sexual. Before Savio could respond Oliver had him rolled over on the couch kissing him madly, his hands fumbling undoing Savio's jeans and yanking them down. He pulled Savio underneath him kissing his neck and side of his face undoing his own jeans and freeing his cock and guiding it to Savio's ass. He giggled and wriggled under Oliver and gasped 'fuck yes Oliver' he cried out feeling the immense pleasure running through his body the deeper Oliver pushed his cock inside. Craning his neck round he kissed Oliver deeply, the steady pumping action now at work with long deep penetrating thrusts delivered with love. Oliver stared in to Savio's eyes the force of their love frightening to anyone who looked on 'My Savio' he whispered watching him nod, they kissed again and Oliver pushed in hard holding his cock deep. Unable to restrain himself he gasped and moaned pushing down harder releasing his seed deep and breeding his lover. Oliver giggled resting on top of Savio who was kissing his hand. If he could analyse sex the baffling question he would need answering is why fucking Savio was so different and always made him climax easily. Savio noticing Oliver had gone quiet deep in thought kissed him 'I do you tonight' he stated and smiled. Oliver looked at him and laughed planting a big kiss and moaning softly wriggling his cock around in Savio's ass. Oliver kissed his neck gently and stroked his face 'Marry me Savio?' he asked softly feeling Savio squeeze his hand 'You know I will Olly' he replied smiling. Savio stood in he kitchen making pasta for Oliver for their last night in town and he loved sitting there watch how easy Savio made it look. Oliver had tried to persuade Savio to go out for dinner at a lavish restaurant, Savio put his foot down and told him he liked simple Italian food and nothing fancy. Oliver had to admit and agree that his taste for food had changed so vastly since being in Tuscany. He also honoured his promise and started taking medication, his sex with Savio for now still meant he was breeding him with toxic seed. "Shame there are no apricots to pick here" Oliver said pouring a glass of wine for Savio. Savio looked up and grinned "Is where I knew I wanted you" he replied crushing tomatoes for the sauce. Oliver sat with his chin resting on his hands "When can we get married?" he asked watching Savio. Savio smiled "After harvest, my family will be too busy until then" he stopped "but after we have a big family wedding" Savio replied laughing. Oliver chuckled "You have to choose where we married" he said reminding Savio of their deal. "The apricot orchard of course" Savio replied looking at Oliver lovingly. Oliver cocked his head to one side "Perfect" he said "the place and you" he began moving towards Savio. "No" Savio said "the pasta will be ruined" his words muffled from Oliver kissing him and bending him over the kitchen counter taking his jeans down. Liam took Oliver and Savio back to the airport talking all the way that he would come and visit for long weekends as often as possible in between going to Florida. Liam accidentally let slip that he had started seeing a guy from Ocala and they were taking it slow. Savio kissed Liam at the airport and told him to bring his new man over to Tuscany on one of his visits. Luca smiled reading the text that Oliver and Savio were about to board the plane to Rome, he replied telling them that he was still in the UK and flying back on Sunday with Mark and would explain everything when they arrived.

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Hesitantly, Peter got to his knees and the man waddled over to him. The lad eyed the inflamed, wart covered cock and looked at me imploringly. I just shrugged, aware of my own erection straining in my pants and the man grinned. "Turns you on, does it? Your mate sucking my filthy cock?" As he spoke, he grasped Peter's head and slid his cock into his mouth. Peter gagged and resisted, then shuddered and gave in, grasping the man's hairy balls and sucking his cock. "Nice!" Said the man. "Lick the shaft" Peter did as he was told, and I watched his pink tongue caress the shaft and lick over the warts which clustered like tiny grapes. I took out my cock and began to rub it. The man gestured me over and grasped my erection in his grubby fist and began to wank me. "Dirty bastards!" He chuckled, raising Peter up, turning him round and bending him over. He scratched at the sores on his belly, then stuck a finger into Peter's arsehole. Peter winced as the man's slimey finger ploughed into him. "Oh yeah! Got some spunk up there already haven't you boy?" Peter nodded and I watched as the man pressed the head of his cock into Peter's anus. It slid in easily until the rash on his belly was pressed against Peter's plump bottom. The man gave a sigh of satisfaction. "That's smooth! " He began to slide sensuously in and out until Peter was groaning and pushing back to meet the thrusts of the diseased cock in his rectum. I was so excited and the janitor noticed how hard my cock was. "Got some lube?" He asked. I nodded and dug the tube out of my pocket. "Fuck me, then. "He said. "I love it up my arse when I'm fucking." He bent forward over Peter's back and spread his cheeks. His hole was puffy and slack and there was a nasty sore on his anus. I hesitated, but he took my arm and said " Come on...ooof thats good ...stick it in or I'll have to...ahhh.. report you." To be honest, I didn't need much persuasion. The thought of sliding my cock into that diseased hole was almost too much to bear. I squeezed some lube onto my finger and anointed his hole, smearing it inside and out over the large sore at the entrance. I dropped my trousers and pants and got behind him. For a second I hesitated but he reached back, grasped my cock and rubbed the head over his hole and around the sore. With a gasp I pushed forward, watching his hole open around my cock as it slid deliciously up into his backside until I was crouched over him fucking his arse as he buggered Peter beneath him. It didn't last long. I heard him start to grunt like a pig as he thrust harder into the plump bottom beneath him. "Gonna cum!" He gasped. "Take my dirty spunk!" With that he grunted and shuddered beneath me and I knew he was filling Peter with his sperm. I kept thrusting as he finished and sagged over Peter's back. "Cum up me!" He gasped. I didn't need a second invitation. I thrust right up him and spurted gloriously and hard into his rectum. moving my cock in ecstasy deep inside him....

Fuck, Fuck, damn, shit. Four hours ago I had been on the top of the world. Now as I was sitting in the emergency room of the local hospital, my shoulder and elbow aching, waiting on the doctor to give me the results of the x-ray. ther than some pain I was okay, even if my baby, my cherished silver Camaro, most likely was totaled. Ever see a 19 year old cry? Well, that was me: all 6’3” of jock boy, sniffling, some out of pain, mostly not knowing what the future would bring. In high school I played football my freshmen and sophomore years, wide receiver. I was quick and I had good hands, but all that tackling was taking a toll on my Nordic frame. In my junior year I started playing baseball and was a darn good pitcher, good enough to be a starter most of the year, although we were a rural school most of the away games were close enough to be a bus trip to and from, even if sometimes they got us home very late in the evening. My senior year we were good enough to make it to conference and state tournaments which required us to be housed in cheap motels on the weekends when we were on the road. It was on one of these trips I discovered my love of traveling with the team and spending quality bullshit time with my teammates. Now, I've long known I was attracted to other guys early on but abstained from acting on my feelings, even when I knew three other teammates were either bi or gay, and a few others who were questioning their straightness. However, when I was in a hotel room with several other teenage guys, all of whom were playing macho games such as boasting which cheerleaders would put out, and each guy displaying his cock as wantonly as he could, well, it was obvious to me which players could be coaxed into some man-on-man fun. At the end of my senior year I was offered a scholarship to play ball at the state college. My life was looking good: not only was I a good athlete but I also excelled in academia and would be able to get my degree in engineering while on a full ride. I red-shirted my freshmen season and although I was still classified by the school as a freshman, I began my second season as a relief pitcher. Although I wasn’t a starting pitcher I at least got into a few games. Then a drunken asshole ran a red light, sending my Camaro careening into a spin. Luckily for me, the fucker only clipped the front to the car and didn’t T-bone my car in the middle, which meant I walked away with relatively minor injuries from which I would recover in a few months: there were no broken bones but lots of torn cartilage and tendons in the shoulder and elbow. I would not be pitching the rest of the season. I left the hospital with my friends from the dorms. I was in tears, knowing I’d have to face the coach on Monday. My parents were already set to arrive the next day to survey the damage. I meet my parents at the front door of my dorm the next morning after just a few hours of sleep, most of it induced by the pain meds the doctor had prescribed to control the pain. My mom gently hugged me and my dad clasped me by my good shoulder although it was bruised as well. Lead me to their car and we hit the local pancake place for breakfast, sure beat dorm food any day, we discussed the car and they assured me they were not angry with me, they knew how much I loved my car, I had it since my 16th birthday and took real good care of it. They dropped me off back at my dorm after we went to look over the damage and make sure it was being taken care of by the body shop, also collecting my school work and personal belongings so I wouldn’t lose anything. I kicked back most of the afternoon and evening when coach called and asked to come over to see me. I’ll be honest I was scared, I could lose my scholarship, I could lose my position with the team. I waited anxiously for him to arrive. Now if you could classify my 19 year old, 6’3” less than 10% body fat 165# muscular body as a Nordic god like, with my blue eyes and dirty blonde hair which naturally lightens during summer. You would classify coach who is 35 years old 5’11 and maybe 150 soaking wet all muscles and sinew as a Aztec god as his Spanish and Mexican heritage made him one hot number, one that always made me quiver when he stepped to close in the dugout or on the field, but here he was coming to my dorm room to discuss my future. Coach arrived shortly after 6 and I sat across from him on my roommates bed while he sat at my desk, coach Juan as we all called him, started out all business like discussing my position on the team, physical therapy I’d most likely have to go through and things about my rehabilitation. He expressed his sorrow at things happening this way and would do everything that he could so I wouldn’t lose my scholarship. Juan then got up and crossed the distance between us, using the guise of wanting to see my shoulder he had me remove the baseball shirt I had donned earlier since it was easier to get on and off. He caressed the sore tissues, which were already turning black and blue, then proceeded to work his way down my chest tweaking my nipples a bit, my cock betrayed me as it not only was at full mast but spirting precum making a large wet spot in my basketball shorts, coach took notice and leaned down and began kissing me, he soon was on top of me being careful of my shoulder making me quiver in his arms as he caressed my body and somehow removed my shorts exposing my 9 inch cock tenting my jock the precum totally soaked through the material and making it translucent, I soon had my 9 inches buried down his throat as he hummed onto my tool. He rolled me over and was sucking my cock between my legs pulling it back so it almost touched my virgin hole, he then did what I thought was impossible and was able to place the head near my hole and use the precum flowing from my tube to lubricate my hole. Between him fingering my own precum into my hole and fingering it he soon had me sloppy and almost loosened up his tongue doing marvels on my rosy pucker. Suddenly he stopped and I thought this was over but, he then placed his thick mushroom head on my quivering hole and pushed in with dominance, the head popped in and I felt a sharp pain that quickly went away and left me with a full feeling at my entrance he then started to work his cock in slowly giving me more and more, complimenting me on being a born bottom. I asked about condoms and he told me it was too later now his raw cock was already dripping his precum in my hole, but if I really wanted to be fucked with a condom he would pull out and put one on. He slid his cock out and I handed him a rubber and he rolled it down his shaft the pushed back into my hole, it burned and irritated the opening and made me wince in agony, I told him to pull out and fuck me raw, he quickly obliged and slid his bare cock into my now irritated hole, his precum re-lubricating the walls and making the sting go away, I was soon riding his large schlong like a pro and he asked where I wanted his cum, I replied breed me coach. He sped up his assault on my hole then pushed in and held and I could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded his seed into my intestine. I felt so fulfilled yet naughty for letting coach cum in me. Coach cuddled me and kept his cock buried in my hole until we fell asleep together. Lucky for me my roommate Chris had gone home for the weekend, as I awoke in the middle of the night to coach breeding me again, and although Chris and I Had had make out sessions we never went all the way beyond a blow or hand job. I now had two maybe three of Juan’s loads in my gut and I was feeling excited. Coach was turning me into just another cum craving cock hungry boy. I awoke the next morning to coach sucking on my slong, I was rock hard and oozing precum again then Juan did what I least expected he slid down my pole and started fucking himself on my fuck tube, I didn’t last long as his ass milked my cock I blasted a load into his rectum. He then positioned his hole over my face and pushed out my cream forcing me to eat my own spooge from his ass, I felt disgusted and excited at the same time. Coach was turning me into his own sex pig. Soon after we showered and coach presented me with an application for team manager, I would be responsible for the teams equipment and uniforms, including their jocks and cups, it was a dirty job but it would keep me on the team while I rehabilitated and I got to sniff al the jocks and cups before cleaning them as well as the sweaty uniforms, I was in pig heaven and I would have to travel with the team. To make sure everything was taken care of.

We walk to where his two boys are, and he takes their hoods off, I see their eyes are so dilated and bug out. I also see the cage on their dick; their dick has shrunken next to nothing; they are so skinny with their skin is so pale like they have not been out in the sun for ages. The man in black now know as MBI says to me, I bet they look hot to you, so I admit it yes they do. MBI single one to come over then says to him service me, so he gets on his knees and undo my pants then starts to suck my dick as MBI says don't' let me cum. I'm in heaven as this is the best blow job I have ever had so far in my life as no one has ever taken my dick so far in their mouth. With me being hard as a rock, MBI says to him, get up and bend over and for me to fuck him. I ask MBI for the lube, and he is laughing, all you will need is spit; I don't want to hurt them MBI says, just drive your dick and fuck him. MBI goes back to his chair with the other boy and is whispering into his ear. OK, with a raging hard-on, I spit on my dick line up my dick, grab his hips, then push in with no resistance till I balls deep, and I'm shocked how great it is not to hear someone screaming like I'm killing them when I fuck them. The other boy is now behind me and starts to squeeze my nipples with one hand and a finger in my ass hole. MBI is sitting in the chair lighting up a pipe with a lighter under it and is blowing clouds, then I feel a burn in my ass but it's my dick in the warm ass hole is all I'm thinking about and as I cum I grab his hips even tighter as I feel my dick pushing rope after rope of cum. He pulls away and is on his knees back, sucking my dick and cleaning the cum off as I don't see any blood, which I usually see. The burning in my ass wants something in it as both boys drag me over to the couch put on my knees as MBI comes over now faggot you will feel like to have big shoved up your hole. When MBI leaves his chair comes over, he is naked. With a dick just like mine but with a steel ring on the tip. I feel the steel ring on my anus then he pushes in, and the pain is blinding, and his two boys are holding me down as he is splitting me in half, the pain is not subsiding, but increasing, MBI says to get the point as he has stopped fucking me. The boy ties my arm off I see the flash of blood with a rush that my breath away as I'm coughing then MBI goes back to fucking me this time slapping my ass cheeks until they were bright red. MBI pulls out; his two boys are there to clean off his bloody dick as he is standing there then says one day you might be like my boys if everything goes right. I ask what do you mean MBI says time will tell as he takes me to a car that will get me home.

As a bottom who hasn't been fucked or bred in two months as of today, you most definitely need to be a stallion. Thinking about being live covered and serviced by multiple stallions is taking up a lot of space in my mind today.

What I can't get out of my mind is how good it felt to have my dick in an ass hole and cum in it, then having a finger put me over the edge. Then seeing the damage my dick did to his hole and how. I do not understand this slam thing, as he did not protest it much, but he likes it but wanted more. I go back to Sal's making deliveries, cleaning at the Spa & library in the early morning, and striping on Sunday night. The only scary part is the one who gives out the black business card is always there dress in a black suit with his beady eyes, which is weird. The others just want to go to a back room and suck my dick as they say if I fuck then I would rip them up. The one who runs the neg to Poz night asks me if I would like to go. I say I'm not looking to become Poz; he says we don't you to become Poz unless you want it, we want you to bust them up so when we fuck them our Poz loads enter their system faster. So all I have to do is fuck them as they are neg. He says that me fucking them would be so much better than the toothbrush. I show up for the Neg to Poz night, and as I remember how much fun sticking my dick in an ass hole was fucking was. Tonight they have six who are looking to become Poz lined up; They make them drink this Gatoraid, so I ask if I can have some as I'm thirsty and they say NO as this Gatoraid has been spiked. So they give me some water as I watch them put the first one in the sling and tie them in so they can't move. They spread his legs wide and take something out of cellophane bag and put in his ass hole. One get on his knees and sucks my dick until its hard; once it's hard, they tell me to drive my dick stright in as hard as I can. As I do he is screaming like I'm killing as one of the Poz Tops says to me he wants its keep going. Once I'm balls deep, I stop, but they say to me fuck him as fast as you can, but DON'T cum as that is the Poz Tops to cum in his wrecked hole. Been fucking him for three minutes, then they pull me away, and one of the Poz Tops drives his dick right in and says to him. Faggot, you are taking my Poz load. Faggot you want my Poz load, he says YES. I look down at my dick, and I see blood, so I ask should I clean it off, they say NO as it does not matter. After this Poz Top shoots his load in, they put a butt plug in his hole then strap a leather harness around his waist then to the butt plug so it cant be removed, then lock it up. The next one is in the sling shove a rock up to his hole, and it's the same thing fuck him for three minutes, then the Poz Top takes over. That night, I fucked six and did not cum once kind of frustrating. When I get home, I take one of the cellophane bags and find a large rock and put in in my ass to find out what it feels like, Well, it does not take long as it is burning I can control as my fingers go right to my hole as I shove them in like I'm fucking my self. I go to the kitchen and find in the fruit bin a cucumber and shove it in hard and fast. I did it with no lube, so I was hurting for a few days, but I want to do it again. One day Sal tell me there is a big delivery and if I can fit on my bike, I say yes. The address is not one I have delivered to before, but it's a big order, so the tip should be beautiful. I get to the door of a big home, and there is a note of the door saying the door is open bring it straight into the kitchen. As I walk to the kitchen, I see two boys naked about my age in the living room with hoods on their heads a chain around their neck and a cage around their dick on their knees. I get to the kitchen and stop right in my tracks, the one with the business cards when I strip it's him. He is dressed all in black with a riding crop in his hand then tells me to put the food down and to come with him.

There is a brief mention of GHB in this post being used to lower inhibitions. Dinner time rolled around, and Jerol had texted Billy and myself saying what time to be ready and he'd meet us in our dorm room. Billy found it "so funny" that Jerol had invited us both to dinner. He had no idea I watched Jerol take his straight boy cherry, just as he did mine. Jerol knocked on our door, I was sweating, I don't know why I was so nervous. Part of me was scared Jerol would try something with both of us, thereby outing me...or what I'd done with him. Then again, I already know about Billy, and it didn't bother me, so I guess that would be okay. I'm just so nervous, about something(s). Jerol looked damn good. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and tight khaki's that really, really showed off his bulge and ass. I was trying very hard not to look at his package. I broke out in another sweat when he grabbed me and pulled me in for a group hug. My hand kinda drifted down to Billy's ass on accident and fuck, I got hard. I'm still in the habit of wearing my jockstraps so fortunately it kept my 7.5 guy down, but I gotta say I clearly had something going on in my pants. I should've worn loose jeans. We had a great time at dinner. We ended up not really eating, we started at a bar table because of the wait, and Jerol's ex-girlfriend was our waitress so by the time our name was called we'd all decided we'd just stay where we were at and enjoy some more half-priced beers thanks to the ex. We all laughed and talked like we had known each other for years. We were checking out girls saying what we'd like to do to them, yet, I kept catching Jerol giving Billy and I a certain "look." When we settled up we were walking back to campus and went right by a fairly empty pub, it looked pretty chill so we decided to pop in since Jerol knew the bartender, he knew we wouldn't get ID'd. I was freshly 18 and Billy was about to turn 19, although with his babyface, he looked younger. We each tried a flight of beers, which was cool, getting to sample a lot of different types. I was beginning to feel kinda weird. I guess I'd drank too much on an empty stomach. That didn't explain why I was getting so horny though. I could barely keep from touching Jerol and Billy. Billy seemed to be in the same predicament as myself. Any excuse to touch and we'd take it. I finally said we'd better head back to the dorms. Jerol said he'd get the check, Billy and I were happy to let him treat us, we waited by the door. Huh...that looked like a $100 bill Jerol gave his bartender buddy. I know we didn't drink anywhere near that amount. Maybe he was just tipping him really well. By the time we got back to the dorm I was hot, I felt like my insides and crotch were on fire and my jockstrap strained to keep my cock down. I had already untucked my shirt on the walk back to try and hide it. We entered the dorm room and Jerol asked if we wanted some more beer or a drink. Billy quickly said,"more beer!" I felt dehydrated and "off" so I asked for water. Jerol said, he'd go get it from his dorm, but he was gonna change too and get more comfortable. I told Billy,"he's right, I need to change too, I'm hot as fuck right now." I turned the a/c down to 65F degrees and started clumsily and quickly ripping my clothes off with my back toward Billy. I heard him doing the same. I turned around and caught him bending over trying to get his legs out of his pants. What the fuck?! Billy was wearing a jockstap! AND I could see his perfect smooth ass and a wet pink hole buried in those cheeks. I was burning up inside now and I don't know what happened but when I saw him bent over...I couldn't control myself, I'd pushed Billy down onto his bed on his stomach, and yanked his pants off his legs. "Let me help ya man, you seem to be having problem with these pants," I said menacingly. Well now my face was a mere foot away from his ass, it smelled of soap and a little sweat, I was so hard my cock had pushed it's way out the side of my jockstrap. I grabbed his ass cheeks and buried my tongue into Billy's hole. I don't know why I"m doing this. I'm acting like an animal. I didn't ask Billy if he wanted this or anything. Gawd, his hole tasted good. I couldn't get enough of it. I was eating it like a medium rare ribeye. It vaguely registered with me that Billy was moaning like a bitch in heat as I tongue fucked his glorious boy hole. He didn't have a single hair on or in his ass. His hands reached back and spread his thick ass so I could get in deeper. "Wh..what are you doing?" Billy breathlessly said "I pulled my face out of his ass, and began apologizing,"I'm so fuckin sorry man! I, I don't what I'm doing." "Don't STOP!" Billy yelled I dove straight back into his hole. He was so clean and delicious down there. I couldn't help myself, I got up behind him and placed my cock onto his hole and spat down on it as I began to shove my hardened wood into his incredibly tight bitch ass. I'm fuckin delirious from horniness at this point. I've lost all self control. Billy first let out a deep groan, then screamed as I sank all 7.5 inches into his hole with just spit for lube. I was balls deep in him now. He was panting hard and I apologized again, I don't understand what's come over me, I was sawing my cock in and out of his hole while I held his arms down on the bed and basically raped his hole. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and ready to blast out. And just like that, Billy began moaning,"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" As he shot his load onto the bed his hole clenched and milked my shaft like a machine and I let loose. There was no turning back as I fired off load after load after load into his warm pussy. We were panting and struggling to gain some sort of composure. I just realized we could be caught any time by Jerol. "Fuck Billy, that was so hot, I'm sorry, we better get dressed before Jerol comes back." I said. "Stay right the fuck there boys!" Jerol said. I whipped my head around to see Jerol naked stroking his giganic cock. Billy didn't even move. It was like he didn't give two shits about anything right now. "Jerol!" I exclaimed,"I, uhm, I don't know what happened, Billy and I were undressing, and I saw him bend over, and, and well, I couldn't stop myself." "Relax man," Jerol responded, "that's the GHB and viagra in you. My buddy at the bar spiked your beers, that's why I ordered us all those bitter deep lagers and IPA's, so you wouldn't taste it." "You fucking drugged us!" I yelled back, I was mad, but I hadn't moved out of Billy's ass, I couldn't leave it. "Dude, it was hardly anything, you're horny as fuck, I can see that, and you feel amazing with no inhibitions right? What's wrong with a little fun? You had to have known I was gonna fuck you on your little visit here right?" Jerol rationalized his actions to me. Fuck it, he's right. I just want more ass, more fucking. "Stick that cock in me Jerol," I commanded. It felt odd telling him what to do. But I wanted to feel that pain and know I'm taking such a monstrous cock inside my tiny hole. He wasted no time in grabbing the oil out of his shorts on the floor and slicking his erection up and pouring some on my twitching hole. He began to rub his cockhead on my aching hole and I pushed back toward it, feeling the pain and hugeness of it, at the same time my cock was going in and out of Billy's tightness, I felt my cum leaking slowly from Billy's hole, so I scooped some up and reached around to rub it on my own hole. I felt Jerol starting to enter me now. FUCK IT HURT. But I grit my teeth hard because I was so horny, I was gonna take that huge cock no matter what. He was sinking into me when Jerol pushed a bottle under my nose, "inhale real big, both nostrils" he told me. I was scared. I didn't know what this was. "I don't wanna do any more drugs Jerol, I'm so horny from what you already slipped me," I complained. "Relax, it's totally legal, it'll just get your hole to open up a little bit." Jerol explained. I wasn't opposed to that, so I began inhaling through each nostril. Fuuuuck....oh my gawd, he's sinking the whole thing into me. All ten inches were pushing past any tightness and ripping me open. I felt his balls on mine, he was fully inside me. He made me take another hit of that bottle and I began to buck back against his cock. My own hard cock was now pumping in and out of Billy's hole while I fucked myself on Jerol's horse cock. I was in a state of painful bliss. It was probably the pain that kept me from falling into whatever realm Billy was in. He just laid there moaning over and over and telling me to blow another load inside him. I began to pick up the speed and was really ramming into Billy's sweet hole. Jerol's cock had stretched me to my max and I felt it thicken. I knew that feeling, he was about to blow. I grabbed Billy's hips and began slamming his ass so fast, that I felt Jerol start exploding inside me which in turn brought me to my own climax, I yelled,"FUCKIN TAKE MY CUM! YOU FAGGOT WHORE!" As I blasted another huge load into Billy, he was a quivering beefcake moaning and mumbling something about taking my loads and being a slut. We slowly unhooked ourselves from each other. Billy crawled up on his bed and rolled over onto his back. I got up there too and Jerol crawled in between Billy's legs, lifting his lifeless limp legs up and I watched as Jerol sank his cock into Billy's wet beat up pussy. I sat there and jerked off while Jerol blasted another load into Billy, I was cumming when Jerol told Billy to take his filthy poz load. What was that again? He told me that once too. I came inside Billy two more times that night as Jerol nutted inside me too. We all fell asleep naked and cum dripping from mine and Billy's holes.

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

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Breeding77 I had just got back from working out of town and hadn’t cum in over a week. Decided to check out Grindr. Almost instantly was messaged by this furry arsed cub begging me to breed him. I got to his house pretty quick. Emptied both nuts deep in his arse [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/bare-breeding-a-cub-40890251

Id love to have someone do this with me, sadly my record so far is only 17 loads. But id love to take way more

Great work MuscleJock. I bet that you felt super satisfied at your birthday dinner. Did you shower all the loads off you or keep some for pride. I love knowing that a buddies cum is drying in my beard or on my face or shot on my baseball cap. Or if I've eaten out a cumpdump after fucking--that my face and beard smell like sex. Where did Dmitri put up his add to find tops for you (if you know). Usually on big weekends out here the best cumdump scenes are on BBRT. But I have been to some well-used cumdumps that I found on Twitter and elsewhere. There is nothing hotter than fucking a totally spermed-out cumhole. I love knowing that my dick is churing up other dudes loads and I love that feeling of my nuts when I fuck the other guys loads out and they start to stream down my nuts. Nothing better than the feeling of that. Or the sound of all that cum getting fucked deeper into a bottoms hole. I'm sure that you did a great job. I'd love to have you out here and put you up in a room on Market Street. We could work to break your 61 load record.

Yeah, I am a romantic, the type of bloke who can and has heart broken. Many years ago, in my 20s, I fell big time for a lad my age, even same birthday, we grew together, had fun, romantic dinners , we had a spark, chemistry, etc, you get the picture. Now this guy, i used to Fuck and him me, tbh, I never fuck, but i truly loved him. Spent 10 years together,I gave him up... I spent all these years with his developing drug addiction, which I could no longer deal with I became ill. We split, we cried, we hugged, we loved, I left. I know he loved me, That considering the problems and me being arrested, he stashed drugs in my home, unbeknown to me, was the most romantic, loving relationship, i have ever had. Sometimes I drift into reflecting on my life and the biggest regret ever. I cry at sad films,keep cinema tickets, holiday tickets, but I miss intimacy and romance.., but, think I am past all that now.

22 minutes of pulsating cocks pumping their loads where they belong... [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/-39-pulsating-breeding-43829361

I think the point is that in the real world, absolute fidelity to the daily regime for Truvada is not a universal condition, and thus the injection, which only requires one shot every 8 weeks, has better results (because the doctor's office will likely schedule your appointments in advance, you'll get a reminder, etc. and that beats the sometimes irregular PReP regimen some guys have. A clinical trial wouldn't call the Truvada people every day and remind them to take their pills, and you can bet some forget, some skip a dose or more for any number of reasons, etc. Because that mirrors the real world, where people are imperfect.

Leaving a tops house now who asked me to come fuck! I showed up to 2 sexy black men I immediately got down sucking! They were both nice size and So hard! When I got on top I started to ride! I felt the other top push my hole and after a bit they were both inside! As they DP me I felt the one top throb and I knew I was being bred! After a while the other top bred me! I love knowing I have a mans kids in me

Here's the rather strange conclusion to my story about Brian, my popper supplier. I continued to buy poppers from Brian for several more months. We discussed trying to reconnect for a fuck. But, our availability never seemed to work out. Then all of a sudden Brian wasn't returning my texts. About 3 months went by with no reply, so I gave up even trying to contact him. Finally, after many months, I got a text from Brian's phone number. The message said it was from Brian's son. He said to call his number if I needed poppers. He was clearing out his Dad's inventory and it was going fast. He left a different phone number for me to call. So, I did just that. I called the new number and Rick answered. "Hi. This is Dave. You sent me a text about your Dad's ahhhhh..........poppers". "Ok. Well, I'm cleaning out my Parent's house, to get ready to put on the market. And I'm selling off his remaining inventory. I found Dad's customer list. Thought I'd give you guys first crack at it, before I dump it all. A bookstore has said they'd buy most of what I have left. But, they're not going to pay much. So, I'm giving some of you guys one last chance before I dump it." he said. "Is your Dad ok?" I asked. "Actually, no. It's a long story, but I've moved both Dad and Mom into assisted living. Gotta sell the house to pay for it." "Damn! So sorry to hear that. Well, I definitely would like to buy some. When can I just come by your Dad's place?" I asked. "I'll be there pretty much all day tomorrow. Give me a call. I should be there." he said. My schedule the next day got pretty hectic. So, it was early evening before I had a chance to call Rick. Around 7pm, I called him and asked if it was still ok to come over? "Yeah. I'll be working here till probably about 10 tonight. Come on over." So, I did just that. I pulled into the driveway around 9pm. The garage door was up and I could see a shirtless guy on a ladder, pulling items off the top of a cabinet and tossing it to the garage floor. As I got out of the car, he climbed down the ladder and we walked towards each other. "Hi Rick. I'm Dave." I said as I walked towards him. He nodded his head to acknowledge me, but didn't say anything. I came inside the brightly lit garage and up to this tall, hairy, muscular guy that was dripping in sweat. "I'd shake your hand. But, as you can see, I'm a sweaty mess, right now", he said with a chuckle. I just smiled in reply. "What is it you're looking to buy, Dave?" "Got any of that no label stuff?" Rick shook his head no. "How about Amsterdam?" I asked. Rick opened the refrigerator and searched. Reaching into the fridge he pulled out a small box. Opening it, he said. "Three. That's the last of those." "How much?" I asked. "Ahhhhhh......$20 for all three? That OK?" "Yeah. Sure." I say as I hand him $20 and he hands me the bottles, which I slip in my pocket. "I'm really sorry to hear about your Dad, Rick. A very nice man. He's always treated me well." I said. "Thanks." Rick replied as he reached for a rag that was on the counter, next to the fridge. He wiped some sweat that was running down his forehead. Then used the rag to wipe the sweat from his broad, hairy chest. "Fuck! It's too hot to stay out here any longer. I've been out in this heat all day. I think I'm done for tonight. I'm gonna make myself a drink. You feel like a drink, Dave?" he said as he tossed the rag back onto the counter, not even looking at me. "Ahh..... yeah, sure", I replied. Rick headed towards the door leading from the garage, into the house. He hit the garage door opener as he stepped into the house and the garage door rattled to a close. Holding the door open for me as I followed him inside the house. We walked into the kitchen and Rick pulled two plastic cups from the cupboard, then filled them with ice from the freezer. "You like scotch, Dave? I hope the answer's yes. Cause I think that's all I got." he said as he filled his plastic cup with a healthy pour of scotch. "I've already taken most of Dad's booze over to my place. So, this is what's left." he said as he poured another healthy amount into my cup. "Scotch is fine. Thanks." I said as he handed the cup to me. "Sit." he said as he motioned to the two chairs at the kitchen table. We walked to the table and sat across from each other. We both took a sip of our scotch. Rick put his cup down and ran his hand over his hard, muscular, furry chest. I was of course wishing I could bury my face in that fur covered chest. Rick definitely had his Dad's rugged, masculine build. "Sorry. I should put my shirt on. But, fuck......... I'm not even sure where I tossed it?" he chuckled. "It must be out back." he said. " I was clearing off the patio, earlier. I think I must have tossed it back there." he said as he took another swig of his scotch. " Rick now kicks both his dusty shoes off his feet, as he takes a big swig from his scotch. Then he walks over to the counter to pick up the bottle. He pours more in his cup and tries to do the same to mine. "Whoa........ No thanks, Rick. I've gotta drive home", I say, as I cover my cup with my hand and he puts the bottle down on the table and sits again. "Well, I don't. Gonna stay here tonight. I'd like to get another early start here, tomorrow." he says as he takes another drink. "So, Dave............" he says as he again rubs his chest. Pausing to find the right words. "Correct me if I'm thinking of the wrong guy...........but...................." he pauses again. "See...........Dad and me...... we speak pretty frankly. My sister is my Mother's clone. She has Mom's beauty as well as her uptightness." he chuckles as he takes a sip. "I'm my Dad's clone. I have my Dad's build. Have my Dad's frankness. And I share my Dad's...........ahhmm..........libito, I guess is the word. The truth is I'm just a horny fucker, like the old man." he says, and laughs again. "So, as I said, Dad and I speak pretty frankly and don't keep secrets. I remember him telling me about some customer of his that he fucked in the ass. From the way he described this guy. I'm thinking it might be you. Am I right? Sorry if I got you mixed up with someone else." he says, looking directly into my eyes. "Uhmmm........ Well............ ", I'm really struggling with how to answer this. " Well, yeah Rick. Your Dad did fuck me once. It was a pretty damn good fuck too, I might add." I say with a nervous laugh. "I can't believe your Dad told you he fucked guys?" "Well.......As I said, we're pretty frank. Hope you're not offended by my frankness." I shake my head "no" and take a big sip from my scotch. "So........" Rick stammers. "Well........with my frankness....., I'm just gonna come out with it. I'm a divorced man, with no steady girlfriend at the moment. And with all I've got on my plate at the moment, dealing with my parent's and everything else, I haven't had the time to even try to get laid. Buddy, my own hand just doesn't do it for me. I could use a warm mouth if you're feeling generous." I don't even reply to him. I reach in my pocket and pull out one of the popper bottles that I'd just bought from Rick. I peel off the black plastic seal around the lid. I unscrew the lid and take a couple of drags on it as I move to the floor. I kneel between his legs as he unbelts his cargo shorts, unzips, raises his ass and pulls his cargo shorts to his ankles. He pulls his feet through and tosses the shorts to the side with his foot. He now does the same with his boxers. He's now sitting in front of me, completely naked, except for the pair of white socks, still on his feet. I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth. His cock is also a clone of his Dad's. Nicely 6"s soft and growing rapidly as I begin to suck on him. Ricks dick is just like his Dad's with the exception that unlike his Dad, Rick was uncut. I sucked and gently chewed on his very ample foreskin. Then pushed the skin back with my lips, while taking his cock deeper down my throat. Rick reaches for my poppers and takes a few whiffs. I'm inhaling his sweaty, musky crotch smell, which is nearly as intoxicating as the poppers. I take another whiff of my poppers, then begin to suck on his swollen nuts that are holding several weeks of hot cum. I lift his legs and get my tongue up to his ass. He pulls his knees to his chest as I lick and tongue fuck his musky ass. "Ahhh....... Fuck, dude! God Damn! Eat that ass, you nasty fucker! Holy Shit! Dad's right. You are a nasty slut!" Rick says as I continue to eat his ass. "MuthaFucka................. Yeah............" he says as he now spreads his ass to let me get in deeper. Then he drops his legs. He straightens in the chair and my mouth dives for his now rock hard cock. One of my fingers just gently rubs his wet asshole as my mouth is sliding up and down his cock. He's got one hand on the back of my neck as I hungrily suck his cock. Rick must have really been needing this. I doubt it took even 5 minutes from start to finish. He very soon pulled my head down on his cock by the back of my neck. His hips were humping and he let out a growl as he filled my mouth with his hot load. In typical straight man fashion, once he came, he wanted me gone. He quickly stood, pushed past me and began to put his boxers and shorts on. I stood, put the poppers in my pocket and said, "Well, that was unexpected and fun. Thanks!" I pulled myself together and asked. "Should I go out through the garage?" "Follow me." he said as he led me to the door leading to the patio. He flipped on the patio light. Opening the door, he stepped out and I followed him out to the patio. "There it is." he said as he picked up a t-shirt that was draped over the back of a chair. I walked past him as he pulled his shirt on. "Which way out?" I asked. "Round there", he said as he pointed to his left. With that, he went back into the house, flipping off the patio light as I rounded the corner of the house. I didn't hear anything from Rick for many months. Then I got a couple of late night texts from him. Both times he messaged that he needed a blow job. But, it just wasn't possible for me to drive over to service him at the moment. I guess he finally gave up and I've never heard from him again.

Let's Get Viral I woke up in the middle of the night sweating profusely. My pillow was soaked as were the sheets. I laid there staring at the ceiling a few minutes and finally willed myself to get out of bed. My body ached with every step to the bathroom. I pulled out a clean towel and mopped my head and then my body from the sweat that was coating it. I took another towel out and went back to my bed, laying it out over the damp sheets. Laying down on top of it, I fell back to sleep. When I got up later that morning, the towel was wet as well as my body, but at least I wasn't sweating like earlier. I took a couple ibuprofen with my morning juice and coffee and then took a long shower. I felt better, but I was worried. "Is this how covid-19 starts out like?" I thought to myself. The more I thought about it the more concerned I got. I had never been the hypochondriac type. Hell, after I converted I waited almost 2 years to start treatment since I liked knowing my seed had a lot more kick than most other guys. A little while later it hit me that this was just how I felt when I converted six years ago. It was the news on TV that did it. The stories of people dying alone of this stupid new virus got to me and I picked up the phone and called my doctor and told them my symptoms. Since I was considered "high risk" due to my compromised immune system, they told me to go to the hospital and they would run a bunch of tests. I'd been there several times, usually from a sports injury, but when I walked in this time it was really creepy. I was greeted with people in full protective gear and they took me to a section of the hospital labelled "Quarantine Area." I explained my situation and symptoms and they took my temperature for the third time. They swabbed and poked me, draining four vials of blood from my already weak body. Eventually, they told me that I didn't seem to have Covid-19, but I should self isolate at home and they would tell me the results in a day or two. So, that's where I headed after filling out a few more forms. Two days later I got a call from my doctor. "What is going on? Did you stop your HIV medication?" the doctor almost screamed at me. "Yeah, I was running out and called your office. I was told you wouldn't refill them without a visit and lab tests and you weren't seeing patients then" I replied. "When was that?" he asked, a little quieter. "Uh let me check... about six weeks ago" I said after looking at my phone calendar. I'm pretty sure the next word he said was "Fuck" but it was muffled. "Well, that explains a lot. The good news is you tested negative for Covid-19. The bad news is that your viral load is almost 300k and your CD4 is way down. At least with the stay at home orders in the state, you haven't been having sex. You're still single, right?" he asked. I chuckled and said "Yeah, I am." "Good, stay that way and be as celibate as priests are supposed to be. Don't even trust condoms. Abstinence only. I forgot how virulent the strain you have is. It didn't take long for it to bounce back without the drugs. Your fever, sweats and aches are all from your body trying to fight it again. I'm refilling your prescription and hopefully there won't be any issues from your little medication holiday. Please fill it as soon as possible and I want to see you in person as soon as the shelter order is lifted" the doctor said, finally back to his normal calm demeanor. "OK" I replied to him before hanging up the phone. I wanted to say "I hope you don't mind if I stay off meds until the stay-at-home order is lifted since I like being a toxic fucker again" but I don't think he'd understand. My emotions varied from relief to elation. Now I knew my true status and toxicity and I didn't have to guess. The only thing I didn't know was how toxic I was when I started fucking around a few weeks earlier. The news had gotten me boned and I needed to bust a nut and hopefully it would be deep inside a horny neg guy. I picked up my laptop and surfed my favorite sites. None of the guys that I had hooked up with recently were on so I switched over to my phone and checked a couple apps. College boy was on, but it showed him over three miles away. I looked at who was close and no one seemed very interesting. There was a cute twinky guy but he said he only did safe sex and had prep4prep in his profile. I flipped to another app and saw a lot of the same guys. One new guy did show up and while I kind of doubted he was in my building, I wasn't going to rule him out. He was close enough and listed that he was versatile, neg and into bareback sex. The pics were a little small and blurry but the description listed a 130 pound five foot ten guy that was confirmed by the skinny guy in the pics. He had a few splotches of ink on his arms, chest and legs but the pics were too small to make them out. As I was reading and looking at his pics, I got a message from him. "Hey u look hot n close" he said. "Thx cant tell from ur pics but ur profile is good" I sent back. Moments later I got a pic and then another one. These were much bigger and clearer. The first showed him taking a thick black cock down his throat and the second was the same cock entering his ass raw. "fuk yah" I sent back. "That was last fuck I had 2mo ago" he replied. I chuckled and send him "Need dick huh?" "fuckn bad" was his immediate response. "Now? where?" I asked. "u serious?" he replied. "Yeah horny n need to drop a load" I sent back. "which bldg? 1534 here?" skinny guy asked. "1530. meet ur place?" I asked. I was hesitant to ask him about status and get him asking about mine. "ok. 15 min meet @ back door" he replied. After waiting about ten minutes I headed down the stairwell and out the back door of our building that emptied out on a small parking lot. I walked across the grass to the sister building next door and stood next to the back door. The temps had dropped over the past few days and it was a little cool with the wind blowing off the lake. The door cracked open and I looked to see some eyes staring out at me. I pushed my mask down and he then pushed the door open a little wider and I heard "Come on." Damn, the guy looked even skinnier and paler than in his pics. He was wearing some baggy shorts, a dirty white wife beater and flipflops. The little chin patch and a few other scraggly bits of facial hair definitely gave him a trailer trash look. I followed him to the stairs and up we went to the fourth floor. I was staring at his ass the whole way, watching the shorts slip a little lower with each floor giving me a glimpse of his crack and the top of his pasty butt cheeks. We got to his floor and I was sweating and a little winded. He opened the door with me close behind and I saw his apartment. It looked a little like him. There was a futon and a big canvas tarp on the floor of the living room with two easels opposite the futon. Several half finished paintings were leaning on the floor against the wall. There was a partially open pizza box on the kitchen counter and in his bedroom a mattress was on the floor and a well used dresser staking out the corner. The stale smell of some pretty skunky weed hung in the air. "Sorry about the decorating but I moved in right before the corona thing hit so I haven't been able to do much" he said. "Ah, don't worry. I've seen worse. So, you haven't had sex in two months?" I said back as I looked around, surprised at how stark the place looked. "Nah... been too scared to hookup like I used to. Almost begged the pizza dude to fuck me a few times but just been using Thick Rick on my ass to stay sane" he said pointing to a large black dildo on the floor next to the wall. I nodded and reached out to rub my hand over his ass. "That's gotta open you up" I said with a smirk. "I tighten up pretty quick, but it feels good when I get it stuffed deep. I wish I had muscles like yours to really pound it in and wreck my hole. That's what I look for in guys I hook with - someone who likes to nail a bottom hard and not care about him. Your profile looked almost too good to be true" skinny boy said. "Thanks, I don't like bullshit so I just put it out there. Scares some off but those guys I don't want to fuck anyway. Hard, bare and no pullouts is how I like it" I said bluntly. "Fuck yeah... I like it rough. Don't worry about hurting me. Sex is always better if I end up with some bruises and a guy fucks me so hard I..." he said, getting really excited right before he cut himself off. "So hard you what?" I asked after a few seconds. "So hard I bleed" he said softly. It was obvious that he was unsure how I would handle hearing it and I got it. Lots of guys hate the sight of blood or shit when they fuck. To me, its just part of sex I've gotten used to since I like fucking a guy hard and with my dick size, the combo tears a lot of guys up. Some bottoms are into it and some freak out. It was good to know he was in the former camp. "You like gettin that pussy tore up? I'm cool with that" I replied and watched a smile come over his face. "Not gonna stay neg like that though unless you're on prep. If your pussy is bleeding it makes it easy to catch shit" I then said, staring into his eyes. "It happens. I love the risk but so far no one has knocked me up other than a few of the usual bugs. Syph was a bitch and my old doc used to see me a lot to kill the other bugs" he replied. I could tell from his voice that he was being honest with me, not boasting, and I liked that about him. Just as I was about to pull his shirt off he said "Hey, ya mind if I take a couple pics of you? I like to keep a collage of all the guys and their dicks that fuck me." He reached over and picked up a tablet off the floor and clicked a few times and showed me this image with hundreds of naked guys and their hard cocks. Normally I'd say "no" but he seemed to really want a pic to remind him of our fuck and from his comments I didn't think he'd be handing my pic to the cops when he found I gave him a gift. "Sure" I said. He grabbed a phone and said "Let me see that fuckin awesome body." I kicked off my sandals, then my shorts and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. His hand roamed over my chest, his fingers rippling through the hair and feeling my muscled pecs. He then reached down and grasped my partially hard cock and stroked it several times. "Oh fuck yeah" he moaned before backing up a little to get a full body picture. I'm sure he took a couple pics and then moved closer and zoomed in on my cock. I stroked it a few more times to get it fully hard. "Shit. You're gonna fuckin destroy my ass with that. Don't go easy, man" he said, setting the phone down. "Don't worry. You're gonna feel this fuck for a couple days at least" I said with an evil grin. I pulled his wife beater over his head and then unbuttoned his shorts which was all it took for them to fall to the floor. He stood there naked as I looked him over. His forearms had a bunch of small tattoos. Some looked like they were someone's first tat and others looked pretty good. There wasn't a lot of skin to work with since his bony arms didn't have much muscle on them. There was another big tattoo on his chest. It probably wouldn't have looked so big on a regular guy, but he was so skinny it went from side to side with the skull filling the center of his chest from neck to just below his nips. Normally when I see a guy this skinny I expect him to be jittery from the mix of drugs in his system, but he wasn't. Calm, cool and probably stoned was a much better description. Maybe just a little eager to get fucked after way too long. He even had a decent cock on him that seemed to be growing. Like the rest of him, it was long and thin. "Ya gonna suck me or you just want to go right to fucking?" I asked. Skinny boy was on his knees taking my dick in his mouth before I knew it. He wasn't tentative in any way. My cock was plowing deep into his mouth and then into his throat. I grabbed his head and started to face fuck him. It seemed a little crazy but he didn't show any signs of a gag reflex. I shoved in deep and held him there for a bit and all he did was flex his throat around my cock, almost begging for more. I'd been with lots of guys that said they liked it rough, but this one seemed to be living up to his claims. My balls were bouncing off his chin and he just took it without complaint. He even seemed to be working his tongue and throat around my shaft as I skull fucked him. I felt his teeth start to graze over my cock. The pressure was just enough to feel, but not enough to worry about. If he wanted to scrape up my dick to get it bleeding a bit to help get him charged up, I wasn't going to stop him. I even fucked a little harder, catching the top of my shaft on his teeth. Once my dick started to sting, I knew I needed to fuck his bony ass. Yanking my cock out of his mouth, I slapped it across his cheek and gave him a good shove over on top of the mattress. He was on his knees and I saw him stretch his hand out and grab a sock from the floor. I chuckled as he stuffed it into his own mouth and then braced for my dick. Spreading his ass apart I hacked up some spit and let it drip on to his waiting hole. There was a little hair surrounding his hole but the rest of his ass just had a fine layer of fuzz on it. I jabbed a couple fingers in, forcing the spit inside but that was about all the prep I was going to give him. He wanted a rape fuck and I was going to give it. Grabbing his shoulders while my cock lined up against his tight ring, I counted to three and shoved in. His grunt was muffled, but still quite audible in his apartment if not in the neighbor's homes. The fact that he wasn't trying to crawl away from my initial penetration was a good sign, so I pulled back and stuffed another few inches into him. The grunt this time was longer but about the same volume. "Good" I thought. Withdrawing my cock a few inches, I gave a good shove and felt his ass hit my pubes. The groan this time was louder and a bit more strident. His ass ring was quivering around my shaft but he still wasn't trying to escape. I was impressed and eager to give him a good workout. With my cock buried in him, I pushed up on to my feet and then started to drill him. I tried to keep the strokes pretty long and soon was long dicking him, leaving just the head inside before thrusting back in and giving him between six inches and the full length. Varying the angle of attack, he really didn't protest at all. I steadied myself with a firm grip on his torso. He was verbal and with the sock stuck in his mouth, it was hard to determine if he was moaning or groaning. A few times when I didn't shove in deep enough, he thrust his hips back and I said to myself "greedy bastard!" I wasn't going to complain about it either. It's rare that I find a guy that keeps wanting more no matter how hard you fuck him. We had been going at it for almost a half hour when my balls started to indicate they were ready to launch their first assault. I fucked faster as they drew up tight and when I couldn't hold back, I just let it go. He must have noticed my cock swell in his ass since I could almost hear him yell "Oh fuck!" My hips were thrusting as my cock throbbed and started to spew several shots of cum. I gave another shove and planted every millimeter of my cock inside him. The last couple of spurts shot really deep in him. I took a short break, leaving my cock inside for almost half a minute before I began rolling my hips again. I wasn't quite as hard on him as I started to fuck again. My cum was getting churned inside him and hopefully coating every bruised or stretched section of his gut. It was only a few minutes and I was back pounding him. I pushed him forward and forced the side of his head into the mattress. Increasing the intensity of the thrusts, my hips were bouncing off his ass. There wasn't enough meat on his body to really give a good slap sound, just a hard thud. Leaning forward, I mashed his face harder into the bed. My cock was digging into him at a new angle making his grunts come back. With my free hand I slapped the side of his ass several times which usually got a good squeeze from his sphincter. I plowed in like this for another ten minutes until I had readied another payload of toxic sperm. The ropes of bug filled cum seemed to keep coming when I shot the second time. My whole body shook from the intense orgasm. I had fallen on to his back after the first few shots and our sweaty bodies were stuck together. I pushed up and then pulled my cock out of his swollen hole. It was closing slowly and the cum that my cock had dragged out from it had a nice pink hue. I gave his ass another few whacks and then got up. Pulling the sock from his mouth, I used it to wipe off my dick. Skinny boy had collapsed flat on the mattress, gasping for breath. Looking down, I saw a few red marks on his body where my fingers had dug in while holding on to him and the red palm print on his ass. Those should turn into some nice bruises in a day or two and he might have to explain where the marks on his neck came from. "Fuck dude. You're a brute" he said and then looked back at me with a grin. "Hope that wasn't too soft for you" I said as I grabbed my clothes. "Just like I wanted. Thanks. I hope we can do it again some time" he replied. "Might have to. I like a bottom that takes it with no complaints" I responded. With my shorts on and pulling my shirt over my head I was ready to go home. He was still laying there on his stomach and didn't seem to be thinking about getting up to show me out. I'd rather he lay there and let my DNA soak into his wrecked hole, anyway. "Catch you later" I said as I walked out his front door and down the stairs. "A little cold out there to be dressed like that" James the doorman said to me as I walked through the front door of my building. "Yeah, I know. I just needed some fresh air" I replied as I headed back to the elevator bank with a big smile on my face.

I agree, from start to finish, I love the whole experience and never want it to end, so tops...feel free to bring your friends...and strangers....really anyone that needs a hole to load.

It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. My biggest crush was Mitch. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. He just responded with more snoring. I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls. At this point my mind exploded. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. I breathed heavily. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason. Carefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. He just continued to snore. I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. I gently bit them as I sucked, nibbling on his nubs as his cock grew harder in my hand. I swear he slightly moaned. Getting more and more bolder, I then buried my face in his armpit, breathing deep his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of his smell as I sniffed and licked his dank hairy pit. His cock just got harder. I pulled out of his pit to look at the cock I had been dreaming about. It stood rock solid at this point, the big, pink mushroom head pushing out of it's sheath. It was a solid 9" at least, and a fat one at that. Throwing caution to the wind I dove down on it. Mitch let out an audible groan as my mouth engulfed his knob. I had to stretch my mouth wide and it was almost to fat, but I was too far gone to stop and I forced as much as I could down my throat. Then something surprising happened. Mitch started to piss. Without warning piss just started flowing into my mouth. I was shocked but just clamped on and swallowed all I could. There was NO way I was going to pass this once in a lifetime chance to drink the starting quarterbacks piss! There was so much it flowed out of my mouth all over his stomach and balls, soaking both us and the bed sheets. When he finally stopped I continued to nurse on his still rock hard cock until I started to taste his precum. He just continued to snore and breath deeper. Now I was at a crossroads. Do I keep sucking him, or do I go a step further. I realized as much as I wanted to suck the load out of him, I wanted something else far more. I wanted him to breed me. And this might be my only chance ever. I grabbed some Vaseline out of my drawer and spread a big glob on my asshole, working it in me. Then I spread another big glob on his cock, working it around, getting him slicked up. Then, my body trembling in fear and excitement, I straddled his stomach, pulling back his foreskin, and placed the top of his throbbing cock against my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and pushed his head into my hole, wincing as he popped through my ring. I paused for a moment as I adjusted to his size. I wondered to myself what the fuck was I doing? I'm insane! But I no longer cared. I had the quarterbacks studly cock in my hole and I started to slide down on it. Slowly I slid down his pole until I had all 9 inches buried in me and I could feel his hairy bush against my stretched hole. Now I started to ride it, up and down, pulling it out till just the head was in, then sliding back all the down, my hole squeezing and milking his cock as I went. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his while I rode him like a sorrority bitch. I sucked his tongue while my ass gave him the best fuck he had ever had, even if he didn't know it! I swear he started moaning and pushing his hips into my hot wet hole. He was probably dreaming he was fucking some hot pussy, and he was, just not the kind he thought! Even in his drunk, passed out state it didn't take him too long to cum. Such is the beauty of youth. Soon I felt his cock expand and start throbbing deep in me and I knew he was flooding my innards with his hot, jock cum. I sat all the way down on his dick and milked it as hard as I could with my ass muscles, draining him of every drop of his precious nectar. I finally had what I had wanted for so long. I was bred by the quarterback. When his cock started to shrink, I gently pulled him out of my ass. As much as I wanted to keep his load deep inside me, I had a better idea. In my drawer I had hidden one of his jockstraps. This one was nice and used when I snagged it, smelling deeply of his cock and ball sweat and urine. I held the pouch up to my ass and squeezed his load out and into it. This way I had another way to enjoy him later as I jerked off, remembering tonight. I just had one problem left. MY own rock hard cock begging for release! I thought of just jacking off while I stared at my naked god, but my perverted mind told me other ideas. Carefully, I rolled my snoring stud over onto his belly and spread his thighs apart. Taking the Vaseline, I lubed my cock and his hole. Quickly I lined myself up to his hairy hole and slid my head in. Stopping to make sure all was well, I then pushed the rest of my cock all the way in. OH MY GOD it was like nothing I had ever felt! Pure smooth velvet engulfed my dick as I buried myself to the hilt. As I ground my pubes against his hole I know I heard him grunt, then let out a small moan. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly fucked my frat bro deep and long, enjoying every moment of his luscious hot hole. But I was so worked up at this point, it didn't take long before I was pumping my own hot load into his sweet jock guts. I could hear him moan and mumble something as I pumped shot after shot of sperm as deep into his guts as I could. Finally, I had no more in me. I reluctantly pulled my spent cock out of what was pure heaven, and cum slowly trickled out of his slightly gaping hole. Without a thought, I buried my face between his cheeks and feasted on the hole I had just devirginized. Digging my tongue in and sucking my jism out made him moan some more. When I got all I could, I stood up, got dressed and left my room, leaving my sleeping Adonis alone on my bed. The next morning I was terrified about what I had done! The reality of raping the quarterback and all the consequences filled me with dread as I eventually went back to my room and slowly opened the door. Mitch was gone. I sat on my bed and pulled open my drawer that contained his dirty, cum soaked jockstrap. On it was a note that said...."I know what you did!" My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the note over. "It's our secret. To be continued...." All I can say is the rest of our college time together was pretty fucking hot.

Part 1 - Parting Ways There was hardly any wind in the air and the sun shone brightly on the group of graduates. Oxford had never looked so English as it did right now. Many of the graduates started to feel uncomfortable in their academic dress getting sweaty and sticky underneath. The time honoured tradition took all afternoon to complete, but at least it wasn't raining. Luca walked off the podium to applause from his fellow students, cutting a fine figure in his academic dress and striking blend of Mediterranean and English looks. One of a few bright students that entered in to university at 16 he had finally graduated at the age of 20. His parents looked on proudly at their son, he was assured a bright future with his results and was already fielding job offers from prospective companies. Right now though working was the last thing on Luca's mind, education finished all he wanted to do was take some time out and enjoy a bit of life before he had to work. The celebrations went on for several hours before Luca said goodbye to his parents and headed back to the dorm room. His university friend Mark was already packing his belongings half naked when he entered the room. Congratulating Luca and having a quick banter about how funny people looked in the academic dress Mark slumped on to his bed phone in hand and buried his head in social media. Luca took his hat off and yawned loudly exclaiming how tired he was from all of today's activity and began undressing. Mark discreetly watched his favourite time of day when Luca undressed. Luca wasn't tall just an average at five feet eight inches, it was the Mediterranean and English looks that really set him apart. Gio his father being Italian had given him his dark almost black hair and light covering of chest hair that trailed down to his groin in a perfect line. Sarah his mother came from England and gave him the eyes and looks, eyes that contrasted spectacularly being the brightest blue that seemed to change shades in the differing light. Amongst the other students he was also known as 50 Shades of Blue. At his young age Luca was impressionable and easily persuaded, more so when flattering or flirting was involved. In secret it was Luca's downfall, he just couldn't say no when someone paid him attention and they were male, not a slut by any means as he had some will power allowing him to draw the line. Mark loved looking at Luca's chest, so many times he wanted to run his fingers down along the treasure trail. It drove him wild and would often imagine what it would be like to have sex with Luca. The perfect body and tight swimmers build begged to be lapped up. Admired and loved. Mark felt the usual twinge in his groin and turned over on the bed. Luca was no fool seeing Mark turn over on to his stomach, he knew Mark liked to watch him undress or walk around the room nearly naked. They had spent 2 years living together and neither of them discussed sexuality, Luca knew Mark was gay but he never spoke about it for fear of being discovered himself. The last thing he needed was to make things difficult between them, after all he liked Mark and they spent a lot of time hanging out and he liked it just that way. The academic year finished it would be the last night they would be together, Mark still had another year to complete and hated the idea of another room mate moving in to Luca's bed. Luca returned from showering and hurried Mark along to get showered and dressed. He was taking Mark out for dinner as a thank you for being a friend. This time it was Luca's turn to watch the tall figure stand up from the bed. Mark was just under six foot and had a rugby players build, strong muscular legs and ample sized biceps. He was not ripped just very toned and not a bad looker either, his brown eyes were big and seductive, and his neatly kept brown hair showed he took pride in his appearance. Luca's eyes wondered down to his packet and could tell he was still semi hard, certainly he was not lacking in that department. Mark grabbed his towel and headed out of the room, Luca sat on the bed putting socks on then stopped. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake by not hitting on Mark. He had admitted to himself some months ago that he was attracted to Mark on many levels, had he just let the love of his life pass by. Standing up he perished the thought as stupid and finished getting dressed. Luca had played his life carefully at university, having a few encounters with some very hot guys off campus. Never giving them his real name of where he was living or studying, always keeping a very low profile and only doing anonymous meets. He could recount all 20 of his encounters, some just blow and go some fuck and go, never anything more and never twice with the same person. Luca was never short of attention from girls around campus and some of the openly gay students, keeping his cards close to his chest and focusing on getting educated. People only ever saw the straight side of Luca, never giving cause for anyone to question him. He was quite happy flirting with the females and enjoying the attention. Mark on the other hand thought he had been discreet around Luca and was banging up two or three regulars on campus, all discreet meetings to avoid unwanted attention. Luca had some idea as he often went out late evening with the lame excuse he was going for a run. Mark returned to the room and quickly dressed in a tight black t-shirt that he liked since it accentuated his arms nicely. Heading in to Oxford city centre they went to Travatina's Italian which had become their favourite eatery in town. "So this is finally happening" Mark said finishing his espresso "our last night at uni". Luca sighed "It has been great fun living with you these last few years" he replied looking at Mark. Mark smiled "I hate to think what I have coming next term" he said looking almost scared. Luca laughed "Hate the idea of someone else being your friend now I won't be there" he replied. "Your still my number one" Mark said sitting up in his chair "just don't forget about me stuck here". Luca felt a little embarrassed feeling that Mark was slightly hinting at something "Friends for life Mark". Mark nodded "Yes" he replied "so you are going on this graduation trip?" he asked. "Yes we fly to New York next Wednesday and sail back to Southampton on the Sunday" Luca replied excitedly. Mark refused to let Luca pay and paid then stood up "I want to see lots of photos" he said waiting for Luca to put his jacket on. "Think about Italy Mark" Luca said as they walked outside "we would love you to come out for a few weeks". Mark nodded "When are you going to Tuscany?" he asked watching a gay couple across the street. "Middle of July" Luca replied "we will be there for five weeks as usual". Mark smiled "Tuscany" he said dreamily "in July, gonna be hot" he said rambling on. Luca nodded "Yes but it is so nice" he said smiling "I have three weeks in the UK after New York". "So lucky" Mark said looking ahead "I mean having a home in Italy and here" he looked at Luca. Luca chuckled "It will be the last time I get to spend 5 weeks in Italy" he replied. The following morning Luca's parents arrived at 10am to take him home. Mark walked outside with them to say goodbye, Luca's mother gave him a kiss on each cheek and said she hoped to see him in July. Gio gave him a hug and Luca embraced Mark hard holding him tight trying to contain his emotion. It was one of the saddest days he ever experienced saying goodbye to Mark. He desperately wanted to kiss him, instead he inhaled deeply taking in his scent. When they broke apart their eyes met in a strange way. The look was enough to question how deep the bond between them really was. Mark helped Luca put his luggage in to the car and hugged him one last time. "I will see you in July" Mark said watching Luca step in to the back seat of the Range Rover. Luca smiled and looked back at Mark "Really?" he asked smiling "it makes it easier saying good bye now". "Send me the details and I will get my flight booked" Mark said more confidently having made the decision. Mark closed the door and watched the car pulling away from the dorm building. Gio watched his son in the back, the sad expression on his face said a lot. Both Luca's parents were beginning to be aware of their son's sexuality even though he didn't like to broach the subject. They invited Mark out to Tuscany having got know him through Luca and how he would talk about him constantly without realising he was doing so. They liked Mark and saw how easily the friendship between Luca and him had happened. It had crossed both of their minds that there may be more to the friendship that ran deeper. One thing was certain Gio could see the hurt in his sons eyes today of all days, maybe it was just Luca feeling sad leaving what had essentially been a home for him for the last four years. Luca looked at his phone and saw a message already from Mark, he opened it up 'Cheer up, will see you in July', smiling he typed a quick reply 'Already looking forward to it'. Luca sat back and chatted to his parents on the drive back to London and their home in Holland Park. It wasn't all happy when they first met two years ago. Mark crashed in to the dormitory room with confidence, he looked at Luca and said hello then dumped his bags and went out returning four hours later looking dishevelled. Luca kept his head in his books and ignored Mark hating how he noisily unpacked and disrupted his studying. By morning Mark was up and out by the time Luca woke up, he never heard him moving about or going out. His previous room mate Dominic had at least been friendly hanging out with him and studying together. Dressed for the day Luca went to the refectory to get breakfast before lectures, walking across the grounds he saw Mark trying out for the rugby team. It sent a shiver down Luca's spine. He hated sports like this and had a love for tennis, he hated even more that he had to partake in rugby at least once a week since it was part of their academic studies. He stopped for a moment watching the power of Mark steam rolling down the field then shaking hands with the team captain. The last thing he needed was a horrific sweaty sporty person living with him, the smelly socks and dirty kit left laying around the dorm room. Luca met up with several of his friends at the door to the refectory all keen to find out about Luca's new dorm mate. By that evening they had at least spoken a little more but in theory they seemed worlds apart. Mark was studying English literature and Business on a three year course and Luca found him to be very well educated and spoken. Something you would never gain from his outward appearance. Luca stood on the field in the pouring rain with his rugby kit stuck to his skin, wishing the ground would swallow him up. Mark was playing for the other side and several times they made eye contact and laughed getting told off for larking around. Being a contact sport where you played to tackle your opponent he could never imagine that Mark would take full advantage of this. Whenever Luca found himself holding the ball and running he knew full well that Mark made a beeline for him and tackled him to the ground purposefully lying on top of him until he let go of the ball. By the third time they played rugby together Mark was tackling Luca for no reason bringing him down and stopping him from even getting the ball. He found it funny at first then he started getting turned on every time he laid on top of him, it was getting weird now and Luca was starting to get pissed off with him without really knowing why. Having had enough he switched to tennis as soon as the weather got better, at least he was good at it unlike rugby. Mark was obviously disgruntled by Luca's change of sport but tried to hide it from him. They had become better acquainted and begun to hang out a couple of times a week and gradually their friendship grew over the next two years. Luca even looked after Mark when he came down with a bad bout of flu during their final year together. Luca checked on him every few hours during the 4 days he was struck down, half expecting to contract it himself. It was like a waiting game over the next few days, Luca was sure he would be struck down with it. Somehow he avoided it despite how close he was to Mark. Luca felt so much closer to Mark during this time, the temptation and want to climb in bed next to him was hard to resist. Thinking better of it, he retained dignity and just admired Mark's body. Mark went back to the dorm to finish packing the last of his belongings. He sat down on the bed feeling alone for the first time in years, Luca was an incredible person and so kind inside. He was now only beginning to fully realise how lucky he was to have had him in his life and how happy he made him. Mark saw a message from his parents saying they were 10 minutes away. He stood up and retrieved his medication from the hiding place putting it in his bag and zipping it up. Why didn't he make a move and tell Luca how he felt, could he even be sure he was gay since he never showed any sign indicating he was. Luca probably would have run a mile and even further knowing he was hiv positive. He might even freak out knowing that he had nursed Mark through his conversion. It wasn't meant to happen but then one to many beers and a dodgy hook up app on his phone spelled disaster and lead him down a path that came back and bit him hard. The weeks he had gone to counselling afterwards he used as discovery sessions trying to figure a lot of things out and clearing his head. Mark was unsure if everything boiled down to his own personal upset having to lie to Luca. He laid on Luca's bed then turned over on to his stomach burying his head in the pillow inhaling deeply, head full of regrets now that their time was over. Turning on to is back and cuddling Luca's pillow. His hand fumbled through the jeans waistband to his hard cock stroking it and inhaling the pillow again, quietly whispering 'Luca, oh god Luca'.

Crazy , always been a masc guy with a hard bluecollar job! Usely bearded, weight lifter, reg guy! Never knew my husband would turn my ass into a cock craving pussy. It craves cock& has anal orgasms! My hole will spasmn , grip& milk a cock or toy. I can even mentally hole orgasm thinking of sex, don’t even care to cum, do other btm experience this? Do other btm feel it a functioning pussy? It has to be bb too. Buddy says i should get fisted but not sure, any thoughts?

I love security guards : )

I really enjoy the way your mind and limbic system works.

Thanks for those links. I used to patronise the Play pit and the Fort back in the day. They had a full on sleaziness that places like the Vault and SBN, good as they are, don't match. Some might say "thank goodness for that" but not me

used to have a bud who bartended at a college bar, they had one of those counter game machines. we would bet and play a game and then the looser got fucked in the bathroom. one night we picked up this deaf kid, both fucked him in this little park with houses not that far away. his hearing aid made this loud squealing sound and someone came out of their house to see what the noise was. I kept fucking him while the guy looked. had a boyfriend who liked to get fucked all the time. he had these jeans with the ass cut strategically. I could fuck him in them without taking them off, and you could not easily tell while he walked. one night we were at this club and he begged me to fuck him on the crowded dance floor. had the guy next to me ask if he could have sloppy seconds, I let him.

Fuck that was so hot to read. It made me cum. 😉 that sounds so damn hot to be whored out and loaded up like that, especially with the bottom boys before and after you.

Yes, but they were posted in invisible ink and you have to have your Captain Caveman Super Decoder Ring in order to see them.

i'm so inclined, i have to guard against embracing what isn't there lol. Your story is sweet and my heart breaks for your loss while it is glad for what you had. Life can be bitter sweet. The pandemic is only a moment in the grand scheme of things, hard to feel that in the middle of it though. May you find another love. i am not one who thinks there is only one "soul mate," just that chemistry can be hard to find.

Yeah, kinda. When I met my late husband, I practically ran away from love. Even told him (three months into the relationship) that I didn't love him. It broke both of us, but the truth was that I was scared. Because it was so good and so perfect, I couldn't process it. And after we made up, I was absolutely his to his dying day. I would give anything to feel like I did with him a second time in my life, but as the pandemic continues to rage, I see less possibility for finding a reasonable substitute. Love is a good thing. Don't run away from it when it presents itself to you.

I'm not sure I could even pick a "most" public location. Public comes in so many flavors, and I very much enjoy tasting them... yes, indeed, a long-time aficionado of the public sex. Probably "most" public by the usual standards would be any of the several parks in San Francisco where I've done it many many times, either in the bushes (sometimes not far off a trail) or in a bathroom. Glory days! Bathrooms here, there, and everywhere - highway rest stops, college campuses, Sears, you name it. A graveyard once. An elevator, which doesn't count because no one else was in it (and we stopped it). Behind a waterfall at a popular skinny dipping site on a creek. Several times in the woods in rural mountainous locations (extremely public if anyone had been there to see it, which they weren't). And of course, lots of times at bathhouses and sex clubs wherever I've been pleased to visit them. Mostly SF area, but also DC, Toronto, Montreal, Denver, DC, Amsterdam, Basel... Not sure whether I missed any cities there, but I probably did. Definitely want to try Pittsburgh (currently my closest option), Chicago, Seattle... but recommendations taken with pleasure (message me!)

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Or get em pierced, also helps kinda make em a little bigger

It’s also difficult ...... cut people Some slack....they’re doing you a favor.

Mike was jolted out of his reflection of the past week as the vehicle came to a stop and the engine shut off. He heard Jason speaking from the front of the car. ”Okay Mike, we’re here. I’m Going to come around and help you out and into the office.” ”Okay” Mike replied. He heard the drivers door open and Jason getting out. The door shut, a few seconds later he heard his door open. ”Okay Mike, give me your hand. I’ll help you out and into the office.” Mike reached out and felt Jason take his hand. He stepped out of the vehicle and felt Jason leading him along. ”There’s a curb here Mike, so step up. There you go. Okay I’m going to open the door and then we’ll head in.” Mike heard a key in a lock and then a door opening. He felt Jason grab his hand again and start to lead him forward. He knew he was definitely in a Dr’s office, it had that smell to it. Jason led him through a couple of turns and then they stopped. Mike heard a door close and then Jason spoke. ”Okay Mike, we’re in the procedure room, you can remove the blindfold now.” Mike took the blindfold off and looked around. He was definitely in a Dr’s office, the room looked like a typical exam room, but it was bigger. Looking around he saw a counter with a sink, cabinets above. A couple of chairs. Blood pressure cuffs and other exam tools. As he turned, he expected to see an exam table, but instead he saw a weird looking bench. It had multiple flat surfaces on it covered in vinyl padding. There was a larger pad on the top and on either side there were narrower pads. As Mike puzzled over it. Jason saw his confusion and told him what it was. ”This is the procedure table, We’ll have you kneel on these lower pads on the bench, then lay forward with your chest on the top pad and your arms on either side. We can also raise and lower the bench for optimum penetration.” ”Gotcha!” Mike replied ”Well let’s start with the usual, height, weight, blood pressure.” ”Okay” Jason had Mike step over to the scale and step on it. Marked his weight then used the built in ruler to check his height. ”Okay Mike, have a seat in a chair and I’ll get your temp and blood pressure.” Mike sat down and Jason went through both checks and marked them down. He then opened a drawer and pulled out a binder with some paperwork in it. ”Alright, so this is a contract we’ll need you to read through and sign. I’ll give you some time to go through it and after we will start getting you ready. Okay?” ”Sounds good, thanks Jason” ”Anytime! I’ll be back in a bit” With that, Jason left the room. Mike opened the binder and started reading. The contract basically stated that the recipient “Mike” was here under his own free will and was aware that he was going to be inseminated with a high viral load of HIV positive semen. And that although the procedure would most likely lead to contracting HIV, it was not guaranteed. It also went on to state that the recipient would not discuss the specifics or the procedure in general with anyone outside of this office. Mike read through the rest of the contract, there was nothing he wouldn’t expect to see. On the last page there was a box for his signature and date. He filled in both and closed the binder. Well this is it! He thought, he was about to take his first unmediated load of cum. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum in his briefs. Jason came back in the room a few minutes later. ”All finished?” He asked ”Yep, all finished and signed” “Great! So let’s go ahead and get started with prepping. I’m going to have you disrobe and get on the bench.” Mike started to remove his clothing, pulling his shirt over his head, then kicking his shoes off. Next came his shorts, then socks. He left his boxer briefs for last. He could see his hard cock straining to spring free. Jason noticed his bulge. ”I’m glad to see you’re so excited about this Mike!” He said laughing. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, even though this is a clinical setting, it’s still erotic” “Yeah, I’m definitely turned on right now” Mike replied. He hooked his thumbs in his briefs and pulled them off. Standing there naked. Jason looked him over and winked at him. ”Very nice Mike! Okay I’m going to have you lay on the bench, go ahead and kneel on the lower pads and lay forward putting your chest on the top pad and your arms on the pads just below on the side pads. I will then adjust the pads so you’re comfortable. Okay?” ”Okay” Mike replied. He stepped over to the bench and mounted the bench as Jason explained. Jason followed him over and stepped on a pedal on the floor, Mike felt the bench start to rise up until he was about level with Jason’s chest. He moved to the front of the bench and reached under the arm pads, he slid two L shaped bars out from under them and turned them 90 degrees. ”You can hold on to these during the procedure so you don’t feel like you going to go flying off. Okay I’m going to have you lift yourself up so you’re just kneeling on the lower pads.” Mike pushed himself up so he was kneeling on the bench, he heard Jason open a drawer behind him and then shut it. He walked back over and Mike saw he was holding a condom in his hand. ”I’m going to put this on you in case you ejaculate during the procedure, we like to get a specimen before you leave.” ”What do you use it for?” Mike asked. ”Well the Dr’s one regret is that he will not be able to father children, so he collects a specimen from all of his clients in case they decide later down the road they might want a child, we will then have a clean specimen to work with. I know you’ve had a vasectomy, but we like to keep a sample from all patients.” ”Okay” Mike replied. Jason put some surgical gloves on and then opened the condom wrapper. He placed the end over the head of Mikes cock and started to roll it down. Mike let out an involuntary groan as he felt it cover his length. ”Little excited aren’t we?” Jason said laughing and winked at mike again. “Okay go ahead and lean forward again.” Mike lay back down on the bench. He felt Jason reach under him and grab his cock to reposition it under the bench. ”Okay Mike, now I’m going to shave around your anus so we have a completely clean area for the procedure, just relax okay?” ”Ummm Okay?” Mike replied a little apprehensive. He heard the sink turn on and cabinets opening. Then things being placed on something metal. He looked back and saw Jason rolling a metal cart over with shaving cream, a razor, and a container of water. ”The shaving cream will probably feel a little cold when I apply it, so just be ready for that. I’ll let you know before I do it though okay?” ”Okay” Mike turned his head back around and heard Jason squeezing water out of something then a warm cloth was gently rubbing his ass cheeks and then he felt it running over his hole. The warm cloth was removed and he could feel the cool air hitting his ass. He shivered a little, then he heard the sound of the shaving cream shooting out of the can. ”Okay, this will feel a little cold” Mike felt the cold cream on his ass cheeks being spread around, then he felt it being spread in his crack and over his hole. Jason stepped away and Mike heard the sink turn on as Jason rinsed his hands, then walked back over. He heard the sound of the razor swishing in the water container and then Jason started to expertly shave his ass. He made quick work of it with sure strokes and delicacy around his hole. Before mike knew it Jason was rinsing him off with the warm wash cloth again. As quick as the process was, Mike felt the experience was one of the most erotic things he’d had done in a long time. ”Okay, all finished with that Mike, now I’m going to apply some lube and insert a small camera to look in your rectum, we want to make sure your completely clean inside.” He heard Jason removing just gloves and throwing them in the trash receptacle, then the sound of new ones going on. More drawers and cabinets opened, more sounds of things being placed on the cart. He heard Jason roll the cart back over and then his gloved hand on his shaved butt. ”The lube will feel cold and so will the camera. You shouldn’t feel any discomfort though during this okay?” ”Okay” Mike said shaking his head also. He heard the top of the lube opening and then a few seconds later the coldness of the lube on his hole. He felt Jason spread it around a little bit and then felt pressure as Jason Inserted his finger inside of him. He swirled it around a coupe times and then removed it. ”I’m going to insert the camera now. It will only take about thirty seconds to look, just relax and breath evenly okay?” ”Yep! I’m ready” Mike felt the coolness of a metal object on his anus, then pressure as Jason started to insert it. He felt it go past his inner sphincter and stop. He could feel it moving around inside of him as Jason looked. He then felt it retracting from him. ”Perfect!” Jason said. “All clean and it looks like the cleansing did its job, your rectum is definitely red and irritated a little. Is it uncomfortable?” ”Honestly, no. I don’t feel anything.” ”Perfect” Mike felt the warm cloth on his hole again as Jason wiped the lube away. ”Alright Mike, just lay there and relax, I’m going to clean this stuff up here and when the Dr comes in I will apply some more lubricant for the procedure and then the Doc will go over how things will happen. Okay?” ”Yeah! Sounds good to me”

In my clinic the number of people presenting has decreased, so it expectation it will just be ”cormant” then pop back up again

I’ve cheated in most of my relationships, and denied it when I needed to. I’ve been a top as well as a bottom and haven’t used condoms for 15 years. About five years ago I was having three ways with a married couple. I was attracted to one more than the other. They knew I was poz and they always wrapped up when they fucked me. It was their agreement. We were fucking once and the one I was less attracted to had to answer the front door for some reason. The guy I was attracted to ripped that rubber off and started breeding me fast and furious. He grunted as he came in me and the hubby came back in the room and saw him pulling his dick out of my very cummy hole. It’s the last time I played with them.

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

Breakfast slam!

Part 11 - Positive Counselling Luca felt tired when he woke and climbed out of bed noticing the ship was already docked in Southampton. He showered and changed then packed his last few things ready for the bell boys to take their luggage in to the terminal. Breakfast was quick and the table next to theirs was empty. The Americans had already eaten and disembarked for their morning flight back to New York. It was like they had never been there and funny how it felt empty without them being at the table staring and chatting away. He smirked eating his fruit and yoghurt thinking of Brad and the wild night they had, his only regret that he didn't get another night with him. Luca arranged to meet his parents at 9.30 in the Duchess lounge for disembarkation and headed off towards the spa hoping to catch Andre. Loitering outside and watching the reception area for a good twenty minutes there was no sign of him. He was about to leave when he phone beeped and he saw a message from Oliver 'Nearly at the airport, sorry I didn't get to say good bye to you personally this morning. So looking forward to you showing me Tuscany, Olly'. He was tempted to reply but decided to wait and play it cool, he didn't want to seem to eager. Instead he started a new message to Andre 'Hey, what happened last night? I missed being with you and would like to see you, Luca' he hit the send button and put his phone away. Heading back to the suite and collecting his hand luggage he met up with his parents and they disembarked the ship. Checking his phone he saw the message to Andre had been read ten minutes ago and no reply, residing that Andre was going to end up as just a fuck he put his phone away and walked to the gangway. The Luca walking down the gangway was very different from the one who embarked a week ago, his look on sex had changed completely and inside he definitely felt a liberated and new person. Collecting the last suitcase he joined his parents and walked through customs into the small arrivals hall to seek their driver, hearing his name called out Luca turned and smiled. "I won't be a minute" he said to his parents hot footing it over towards Andre. Sarah watched Luca and saw him walk towards Andre "The masseur?" she said turning to Gio. Gio chuckled "That's why he had so many massages" he replied looking at Sarah. "What happened last night Andre?" Lucca asked standing in front of him. Andre shifted on the spot "You didn't tell me you were seeing someone else". "Sorry?" Luca asked sounding surprised "I am not seeing anyone Andre, who said that?". Andre could see he was telling the truth "The American, he came for a massage yesterday". Luca nodded knowing it was Oliver's doing "He is charming and very nice but I am not seeing him". Andre smiled "You need to tell him that as he things you and him are together". Luca looked him in the eye "You are the one I am attracted to Andre" he replied "I thought you knew that". "So him coming to Tuscany to see you?" Andre asked again surprising Luca how much Oliver told him. Luca sighed "My parents invited him I couldn't stop them" he tried explaining to Andre. "Please come and see me in London when you finish Andre" Luca implored "I have to go they are waiting". Andre nodded then catching Luca off guard he kissed him on the lips "I will text you later" he said. Luca returned to his parents "Please don't say anything" he said looking a little upset. The journey back to Holland Park was quiet, almost like when they picked Luca up after his graduation. The frustration and anger at what Oliver had done was nagging at him. Trying to remain emotionally detached Luca turned off his phone not wanting to send a venting text to Oliver, he sat back in the seat and closed his eyes. The following week Luca had spoken with Mark several times finalising the plans for Mark to visit Luca in Tuscany, he was excited to catch up with Luca and hear all about his graduation trip. By the second week at home Luca had returned from a run feeling unusually exhausted he collapsed on the bed unable to get his temperature down or stop the sweating. By the afternoon he was feeling worse, his body ached, head hurt and he was running a fever. Sarah made an appointment to see their doctor the following day and was worried by how Luca had gone down hill so quickly. In the morning Luca felt no better and beads of sweat adorned his forehead, the doctor took his temperature and begun asking Luca lots of questions before asking his mother to leave them for a few minutes to continue the examination. Dr Morris had been the family doctor for many years and he had an understanding of Luca and his sexual orientation. "Tell me Luca and be honest, did you have sexual intercourse with anyone?" Dr Morris asked sitting down. Luca nodded "Yes, several times and I know what your going to ask and the answer was no". Dr Morris sat there for a moment looking at Luca "I think we should do the blood test Luca". Luca looked up knowing what he was saying and nodded "Yes" he quietly replied. "Do you know if any of the sexual partners have hiv?" Dr Morris asked finishing with the blood test. Luca shook his head "To be honest I don't know" he said "I wanted, well needed to have sex". Dr Morris chuckled "Oh to be young Luca" he laughed "but seriously you should have protected yourself". Luca smiled "I know" he replied "foolish of me now when I look back". "Don't worry Luca if it does come back positive things will not change to much" Dr Morris patted his knee. Luca nodded fearing the worse "I will have the results tomorrow and will call you directly" Dr Morris said. "In the meantime take 2 paracetamols every 4 hours to keep your temperature under control" he advised Luca. Luca stood to leave and watched Dr Morris place the blood vials in to a yellow bag with a biohazard symbol on, that simple act hit home hard and Luca broke down crying out of the emotional wreck he had become. Part of it was the probable diagnosis but also from the strain of Andre and Oliver, he never really knew how much it had torn him up until now when everything came crashing down. His mother walked in and comforted him holding him tight, straight away she knew something was not right seeing the blood test bag labelled up. Luca explained everything to his parents later that day after he had calmed down, still feeling groggy he went up to bed wishing the whole thing was over. He just wanted to know one way or the other, although he was already suspecting one of the Americans must have been responsible. He managed to sleep a few hours before waking at 1am and reaching over for his phone, he looked at the message from Oliver a few weeks backs and sent him a text trying to sound casual hoping it would reveal more 'Hi Olly, hope you are well. I forgot to ask your friends if they had hiv when we had sex, I shouldn't have put them as risk, L', sending the message he put the phone down on silent he went back to sleep. Waking up he felt better and the fever seemed to had subsided, reaching over he saw a missed call from Oliver but no reply to his text. Wearing jogging bottoms and t-shirt he padded around the house for most of the morning until he phone range just after 11am. Hanging up the phone he sat on the sofa staring at the floor, the diagnosis had come back positive and he know faced a different future. He had a referral to a sexual health clinic at 3pm to see a consultant and councillor, the worst part was he had no one close to talk to about it. Both parents were out at work and whilst they were both understanding it wasn't something you really wanted to discuss at length with them. At the clinic he chatted with the consultant and gave Luca his medication and instructions. Luca was surprised that it was only two tablets once a day, he had read up where some people were on 4 or 5 tablets sometimes twice a day. He was sent to the male waiting room at the clinic to wait for Tony the councillor. The waiting room was quiet with only a three guys there for routine appointments, all of whom clocked Luca when he was escorted in by the consultant. It was a telling sign that this was a newly diagnosed person. Luca felt embarrassed sitting there with each guy casually glancing at him, there was one guy who couldn't have been more than 19 whose phone constantly beeped with messages. Ignoring his phone he was more interested in Luca and was fumbling around in his pocket pulling a small card out and holding it in his hand. A nurse appeared in the waiting room 'Jason' she called looking at the 19 year old who stood and walked deliberately close to Luca dropping the card in to his lap before disappearing. Luca picked up the card that just had his name and number on, he heard one of the guys chuckle and look at Luca 'high class escort'. Luca didn't quite know what to do with the card 'Luca' he heard his name called out and looked up. Tony stood there smiling at Luca and he felt unable to move, he was tall at six feet, his black hair shaved except for the mohican that partly flopped across his forehead. Luca could make out the tattoos adorning his neck and the base of his arms, his slender body, swimmers build, moustache and chin hair definitely gave him more of a menacing sexual appeal and it was not what Luca was expecting in a councillor. His face suggesting late 20's or early thirties but he had the most incredible smile on a finely chiselled face that look like it came straight out of a magazine and it made Luca's heart beat faster. Luca stood up "Hi" he said slipping the card in to his pocket. Tony escorted him in to a little room "I'm Tony and have been appointed your councillor". "Right" Luca replied sitting down "do I need one?" he asked "I mean I don't know what is suppose to happen". Tony smiled "I am here for you to talk to Luca and help you out where I can" he replied reading Luca's notes. "I didn't think you could help now I have it?" Luca replied a little confused by the situation. Tony looked at him "Are you comfortable talking about it?" he asked "we could walk, go for a coffee?". Luca shrugged his shoulders "What do you normally do?" he asked realising he was quite struck by him. "Well if your comfortable discussing your feelings we can walk and talk" Tony suggested staring at Luca. Tony packed up his things and picked his satchel up and walked with Luca for almost an hour mostly he listened to Luca talk about his feelings, worries and concerns. Tony would nod and let Luca continue, only when he went silent did Tony explain that he had taken up counselling after realising there was a detachment of being able to speak to another person who had gone through a similar situation. Openly telling Luca he was poz Tony chatted and was getting Luca to open up and talk about his real feelings. They sat down in a park not far from Luca's house, he was still a little weak from the past few days and Tony noticing this slowed the pace down and allowed Luca time to gather his strength. Luca joked saying it felt like he was on a date with Tony who laughed and smiled at him. Tony walked with Luca back to his home and they made plans for another session the following day at 1pm meeting at Luca's house. Watching Tony walk back on to the street Luca had discovered quite a bit about him, Tony was happy to talk about himself in order to get Luca more comfortable. During this first session Luca discovered Tony was recently out of a relationship, 29 years old he was also hiv positive a result from his various exploits at a younger age. It was this that rung home with Luca knowing he was in a similar situation, it gave him more comfort and confidence to talk. It was interesting to hear about the group counselling Tony held with ten guys at various stages, he even suggested that when Luca felt comfortable he could join the group sessions if he wished. For now being Tony's newest case he would get his attention. The past two days had been extraordinary to say the least and he liked Tony and felt at ease with him. Tony walked down the street smiling, he loved his job and every now and then someone like Luca would come along bringing new challenges to his work. The young guy was so engaging and attractive he had found it a little difficult to concentrate at times. At dinner Luca had told his parents everything about the voyage, his father was upset by this revelation and hugged his son telling him they would always be here to support him. Luca retired for the night and Gio turned to Sarah and questioned if Oliver should come over mostly unsure how Luca would react. They discussed at length and if Luca had been honest about Oliver and he not sleeping together there should be no cause for concern. Luca sat on his bed unsure how he was really feeling, he felt the card in his shorts pocket and took it out. He chuckled at how brazen the young guy had been in the clinic giving him his number and decided to ask Tony about him tomorrow. Feeling refreshed after his shower he stood and looked at his reflection in the mirror, he was still Luca only a little different on the inside. Thoughts interrupted by his phone ringing, picking it up he saw it was Oliver calling and he answered it. "Olly" Luca spoke down the phone waiting. "Luca, what was with your text the other day?" Oliver asked cautiously. Luca sat on the bed "Don't play games Olly, do any of you have hiv?" he asked almost to scared to say the word. There was a long pause "I think you have answered my question" Luca said knowing Oliver was thinking. "Luca" Oliver spoke "you didn't have it did you?" he asked "you were fishing with me to find out". Luca was quiet for a moment "One of your friends gave it to me" he said ignoring Andre for the moment. "It is possible Luca" Oliver replied "but I didn't give it to you" he tried excusing himself from blame. Luca paused "I know and my parents know" he paused again "don't worry they know we haven't slept together". There was another awkward pause "It is best that I don't come to Tuscany?" Oliver asked. "No, I think you should still come Olly after all my parents invited you" Luca replied. Oliver hung up and stroked Brad's chest 'one of you got Luca knocked up' he said kissing Brad, they were having one of their rampant afternoons of hard sex together whilst James was out shopping with Liam. Brad chuckled and turned to face Oliver 'get on your stomach so I can recharge you again', it was no request and Oliver battled with Brad trying to pin him down, his ass already sore from the two poundings Brad had given him. Luca put the phone on the bedside table and climbed in to bed, his body exhausted he soon fell into a deep sleep. Luca looked out from his bedroom window at the blue sky and enjoying the feeling of the sun on his naked body. The stillness of the air clouded his head and the feeling of loneliness creeping over him like a shadow tapping away slowly at him. The nausea kicking in as the strong medication absorbed in to his body, he couldn't face eating and dressed in his shorts and t-shirt waiting for Tony and their session. He tried sitting in the garden, drinking water and dozing but nothing alleviated the feeling in his body. Glad of the distraction when Tony arrived and rang the door bell dead on 1pm. Inviting Tony in they walked through to the kitchen where Luca put some coffee on to brew. "How are you feeling Luca?" Tony asked leaning against the kitchen counter. Luca looked over at him "Not so good today" he said "I started the medication this morning". Tony nodded "They are powerful drugs Luca, your body will take a few weeks to adjust". Luca leaned over the counter his head in his hands "I don't know if I can cope with the side effects". "Hey Luca, they will pass" Tony said calmly walking over to Luca and rubbing his shoulder. "Be patient and get through the first few days they will start easing off" Tony said comforting him. Luca stood up and placed his arms around Tony "You need a Tony hug" he said putting his arms around Luca. Luca leaned his head against Tony's chest and allowed him to hug him hard "Just bear with it Luca" he said. "I am scared" Luca confessed revealing his true feelings, Tony stroked his head. "You have me to talk to Luca, anytime you need me I will be here for you" Tony said holding on to Luca. "Thank you" Luca replied feeling a strange sense of reassurance from Tony. "You have the strength to fight this Luca and I will be by your side to help" Tony said encouragingly. Admittedly Tony hugged Luca for an unusual amount of time unable to bring himself to let go. Luca just stood there with his arms firmly around Tony, it felt so good to be close to a man again. Not just a man though it was someone who understood what he was going through and he felt great strength from this knowledge. Tony knew this was wrong and over stepping boundaries holding on to Luca in this way, he felt it was what the young guy needed right now. "How about you sit down and I finish making coffee" Tony suggested releasing Luca. Luca released his arms and sat at the breakfast bar "Am I hogging you from your other work?" he asked. Tony laughed "No Luca, I have a clear diary this week" he replied and looked at Luca "just you pencilled in". Luca half smiled "Do I need that much counselling then?" he said laughing as it sounded like a porn movie. Tony placed the coffee down and sat next to him "First time I have seen you laugh what was so funny?". Luca went bright red "I thought it sounded like I was in a porn movie". Tony chuckled "Watch a lot of porn do you?" he asked watching Luca laugh again. "No" Luca replied gently slapping Tony's arm "I don't need porn" he said giggling. Tony smiled "Everyone needs porn Luca" he said looking serious "you can learn some great techniques". Luca looked at the serious expression on Tony's face before he burst out laughing "Very funny" Luca replied. "Oh something I wanted to ask" Luca said looking at Tony "this Jason at the clinic gave me his number". He stopped and looked at Luca "Jason is an escort, pay for sex person" Tony said "don't go there". Luca laughed "Is he that expensive then?". Tony shook his head "Trust me Luca, the guy is ravaged by diseases" he paused "I shouldn't really say". Luca nodded "So you just saved me from making a mistake" he smiled "I need to keep you around" he laughed. They moved out to the garden sitting on the terrace allowing the talking to go more in depth, Tony kept it light and let Luca talk. He was taken by how stunning Luca looked and undeniable charm the belied the sensitive and loving person he was. Luca couldn't figure out why he felt so drawn to Tony, he was the complete opposite of what he usually liked in a person or picked up. Yet there was some weird science in play and he found it so easy to be just Luca with him, he had forgotten about his nausea and aching head. On their second pot of coffee and several hours later they found themselves talking about his sexual exploits on board ship and the pain he was now going through torn between two potential lovers. Luca turned seeing his mother appear on the terrace. Sarah immediately noticed the tattoos and mohican haircut mortified by what was sitting on her terrace. "Mother" Luca called out standing up looking at lot chirpier. Sarah smiled seeing how happy Luca looked today and walked over "What is going on Luca?" she asked. Tony stood up "Mum this is Tony from the clinic, he is my councillor I told you about" Luca explained. "Mrs Abario" Tony said holding out his hand "so pleased to meet you". Despite the hair and tattoos she could see the effect he was already having on Luca "Pleasure to meet you". Sarah gabbed a cup and joined them on the terrace watching and listening to Tony, it took her a while to understand that Tony was also counselling her a little. She definitely felt more knowledgeable when Tony announced he should head back to the clinic. Out of the blue Sarah invited Tony for dinner the following evening as a thank you and he politely accepted, Luca escorted Tony to the front of the house. "Thank you Tony" Luca said gratefully "you have really cheered me up today". Tony smiled "You have my number if you need to talk Luca" he replied "I am sorry about hugging you earlier". Luca looked on strangely at him "Don't be, I sort of needed it" he replied. Tony smiled "We need to keep things real Luca" he said "you know on a professional basis". Luca nodded and said he would see him tomorrow at 5pm.

What park in Buffalo? I was recently in Buffalo and didn't know where to go for outside cruising? Hot story.

OK, here's the deal. If you're kneeling at the gloryhole, you're expected to suck. If you have standards, you shouldn't be at a gloryhole. If you're at your own private gloryhole, you can set the rules and set the requirements to use your hole. If you're in a bookstore or some other public place, and aren't sucking, you're an asshole because that means I'm not at the gloryhole that you're hogging and NOT sucking. If you don't want to suck this dick or that dick, you have the right (and the responsibiilty) to get up and walk away. It's simple play etiquette. If you're not using it, let someone else use it. In So Cal, they've covered most of the gloryholes, so when I find them, I USE them. If I can't use them because someone is waiting for just the right cock, then you're doing it wrong. Removing the gloryhole aspect, I like them in all shapes and sizes - some are just more fun to suck.

PART 7 My lips wasted no time latching onto his cock head, trying to pull more and more of his rod into my mouth. As I worshiped his shaft with my mouth and tongue, he spoke to me, saying “Yeah baby, it’s all yours. Just like that. Give in, sexy. We both know you need my cock.” His advice was driving me crazy, especially as he segued to saying “Feel how hard you have me? We both know why you want me so hard, don’t we? 'Cause your little hole needs my cock, doesn't it?” I found my gaze fixed on his eyes, even as my mouth was stuffed with dick and, if truth be told, my eyes were watering as a consequence of being choked by his cock. However, he wasn't disconcerted, but rather smiled and nodded in approval, stroking the side of my face as I continued to suck his dick like life itself depended on it. And on he whispered, “God that feels so good. My sexy little cocksucker, such an eager boy. So hungry for a man’s cock. But I know what Chris is really hungry for. And I don’t think he can hold much longer. Is my sexy boy ready to get fucked?” I finally released his cock from my mouth, only to gasp, “ Yes , yes.” With that admission he pulled me up, positioned me on my back, my ass aligned with the edge of the bed. Without being asked, I pulled my knees up, exposing my young inexperienced hole. Was I thinking about HIV? Yeah I was. But I was doing it anyway. For Tom, it was worth the risk. At least, my cock drunk mind was able to say that at the moment, as I was writhing and grunting as he was lubing my hole and sliding his finger into me. And now out came his mysterious brown bottle. “Four deep hits in each side, sex. Do it,” he ordered. I complied, remembering what this stuff had done to me when I last used it. And, a few seconds later I found myself pushing my hole out and thrusting my hips backwards, trying desperately to snare Tom's huge cock - so close and yet not close enough. I needed it. “Please!,” I was able to get out in a gasp. “Four more, each side,” he ordered again, even though I was flying still. Still I complied with Tom's order with the result I lost all control and now begged “Please, please put it in me. Please Tom fuck me!” “What about my cum sexy? You want me to fuck you 'til I cum in you?" Tom whispered in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. And I was flying. And I did. I adamantly wanted, no, needed his cum. And I wanted to make him happy. “Fucking cum in me, fill me up,” I moaned. With that Tom slowly slid into me, the poppers helping me in taking his huge cock, my ring popping open as I accommodated Tom’s raw cock. “This is the best hole, baby. Fuck, your hole is gripping my cock and pulling me into you. Feels so good,” he moaned. As he worked in and out, I could feel him working deeper to open-up my hole up. He leaned down to kiss me and I eagerly returned the kiss, my arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. “Feels so good, feels so good. Big fucking cock, so good,” I was babbling, completely lost now in the fuck. “Getting close. Gonna cum. You know I ain’t wearing a rubber. Ready for this load? Want that cum up in you?” he whispered. At that moment, nothing else mattered by his cock and my hole. It felt so good. Tom was fucking me deep and hard. “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” was all I could say over and over. Tom’s strokes became erratic and then he almost shouted, “Take that fucking load boy. Feel that cum fill you up.” I held him in my embrace ever tighter, my mind solely focused on the thought my hole had pleasured Tom so much he was made to cum. This time, it took a few more seconds for the guilt to rush back. And he was still in me. And it felt so good. But it was so wrong. But why wasn’t I pushing him off? And then I realized I had cum. Again, it had happened. My focus was so on the pleasure of my hole, my cock hadn’t mattered. As the seconds passed and his cock softened and flopped out of my hole, I was back and forth, loving the moment and feeling so bad for loving it. Tom had HIV and now he had fucked me twice. This guy was so hot that I no longer cared if I contracted HIV. What was I gonna do?

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

8. Jay "He came in you, didn't he?" Tucker asked me. I couldn't quite believe it myself either. Six hours ago, I was chatting with a girl, hoping to get her home. But now, a second man had just cum in my hole. Even though I barely knew him, I was still milking his dick, trying to get every drop of thick white cum out of him. I had a nagging memory, of high school health class, of gay friends telling me their fears, that this wasn't a good idea. That I was putting myself at risk. But there was a bigger imperative that I couldn't ignore. I wanted more. More men. More dick. More cum. I would worry about the aftermath later. "Yeah," I said, smiling. "He did." Damon had shot his load in my hole. The very idea made me happier than I ever remember being, and I never wanted it to end. "Lucky," Tucker said. Damon pushed his dick into me once more. It also pushed his load deeper into me. "Don't worry," Damon said. He pulled out his cock, leaving me suddenly empty. "There's more for you." Tucker swallowed and forced a smile. "Great," he said, but I could see the terror in his eyes. I wondered what it had been like for him, getting fucked so intensely that he had passed out. I wondered what he had thought about, as the blackness enveloped him even as Damon's cock continued its relentless assault. The fear must have been overpowering, yet there was nothing he could have done about it. But the thought quickly drifted away from me. All I could think about was how my ass was an empty void, and how much I wanted another dick in me. "Looks like that hit the spot," Aiden said. I nodded, not sure what the right answer was. "And that you need another cock up your ass." I nodded my head again. "Let's leave these two," he continued, then turned to Tucker. "I'll check up on you guys later. And Tucker, make sure you keep him happy." "Yeah, uh, sure boss," Tucker stammered. I looked down; I didn't want to meet his eyes as I went off with Aiden and left Tucker alone and unsupervised with Damon. I noticed that his cock had shriveled up like mine and wondered what the cause was; Damon's dick was semi-hard, and Aiden's was straining against the white underwear he had on. "Good boy," he said, then motioned for me. "Come on. I have some new friends for you to meet." The lights had been turned down even more, and I almost lost Aiden in the darkness. At least his white underwear gave me something to follow. Eventually, he stopped by the bar; it was an oasis of light, with a small light suspended over it. There was one other man there, a man a little shorter than me, wearing only a pair of red sneakers. He was thick with muscles, had a thick, trimmed beard and broad, and sported an amazingly hairy chest. Through the neatly trimmed chest hair, I could see a few tattoos. Even soft, his cock was still thick and long, hanging down over balls clearly heavy with cum. "Alex," Aiden said to the man. "Hey," Alex said. "This is Jay. He's new here tonight." Aiden turned to me. "This is Alex. I'll let you guys get to know each other properly." "First night, huh?" Alex asked. I nodded. "Welcome," he said. He reached over and ran his hand through my chest hair. Alex's fur was darker and thicker; next to him my light brown chest hair seemed almost non-existent. "You're a cute one." "Thanks," I said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. His skin was warm and he smelled like a man, a bit sweaty and musky. If I needed any other reminder of his masculinity, his dick was pressing against my thigh, already semi-hard. Before I could say anything else, he leaned in, lifted his head up, and kissed me. The height difference was a bit disconcerting, that he was both shorter and the more dominant one. But I quickly forgot about anything other than the feeling of his body next to mine and his tongue in my mouth. "See what you are doing to me?" he asked as he broke off our kiss. I looked down and saw that his cock was now nestled between my legs and pointing straight forward. His cockhead was just nestled against my hole. "Nice," he said. He pushed his hips in, letting the head rub against the cum leaking out of me. "You've been fucked already, haven't you?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I said. "Three times," I continued, blushing. It felt odd, to be admitting how many men had used me. I wondered what time it was and how many hours had passed since that first, almost innocent, kiss with Rod. "Nice," Alex said, pressing his furry body even closer to me. "That's hot," he said. "Especially on your first night here." "Yeah," I said. I mean, it had felt nice having another man cum in me, even if it hadn't ever happened to me before. It felt natural to be gently grinding my ass against Alex's dick. But, everything was still so new and confusing. I had been indoctrinated into heterosexuality my entire life, and suddenly a new door had opened for me. "It's been fun," I finally said. "Good," Alex said. He had an arm wrapped around me. It made me feel safe. "Want to have a bit more fun?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I pushed my hips against his, feeling his dick slide against my hole. I wanted it inside me. I stopped worrying what people thought about me. I stopped worrying what I thought about myself. I focused on what felt good. I focused on what I wanted. "I want you. Inside me." "That's what I want too, boy," he said, and kissed me. His beard was surprisingly soft on my face. "But first, that hole needs to be eaten out. Follow me." This time, he held my hand, dragging me into the dark room of men. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Damon and Tucker arrive at the bar right as we left. But before I could confirm, other men stepped into my vision, some naked, some with jockstraps, but I as I saw now, no one was fully clothed any longer. Alex guided me to a corner, then pushed me up against a wall. It was forceful, but not rough, and my hole twitched in anticipation. I remembered how good Rod's tongue had felt against my asshole, and I instinctively pushed out my ass so Alex could bury his furry face in it. He got down on his knees behind me and pressed his tongue into my crack. "Oh yeah," he mumbled. "Gotten fucked good, I can tell." "Yeah," I moaned, as he pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to his explorations. It was a bit uncomfortable, to be exposed like this in front of a stranger, but at the same time, my heart was pounding in pleasure. "Oh god," I moaned as he rubbed his beard against my hole. It was just as soft as it was against my lips, and I couldn't wait to feel his dick inside me as well. "So fucking tasty," he said, as his tongue pushed into my hole. I wanted him inside me, but at the same time I was conscious that he was lapping up the cum that had been injected into me. I wanted him to stop; those loads were mine to keep. The men had injected them deep into me. They had marked me, let me share some of their masculinity. But, almost as quickly as I had that thought, I wanted his tongue to push deeper. I needed to open myself up to him, and allow him to experience me as intimately and as completely as the other men had. I reached down and grabbed my dick. Despite how turned on I was, it was small and soft. I was aroused as I had ever been, but yet, my dick was being recalcitrant and stubborn. It didn't matter; so far, all the men had been more than satisfied to use their stiff manhood against my hole. Still, I couldn't help but play with myself. "That's it boy," Alex said, between diving back between my cheeks and returning to my hungry hole. "Play with yourself." Notwithstanding my hand on my dick and his mouth on my hole, I remained perversely soft. I glanced around; the men were stiff and hard, their cocks straining against their underwear and sliding in and out of tight holes. The men were proud of their dicks and the pleasure each one got from their erections. All around me, there were men, enjoying their bodies and their cocks. I wondered what was wrong with me. Alex pulled away from my ass. I could feel how wet he had gotten my hole with the combination of his spit and the semen still dripping out. He stood back up and turned me around. We kissed; his whiskers were wet and the fluids dripped into my mouth. I had only tasted my own cum before; I recognized the familiar salty bitterness of semen, but the flavors were different from the times I had tasted mine. I was tasting the semen that had been fucked into my hole. It had been so long since I had tasted another man's spooge. He hadn't called me a disgusting cocksucker yet, so I licked his beard again, this time intentionally and carefully. I thought I could taste each man who had pleasured himself with me. Rod's semen was like a fine whiskey, dark, mature, and intense. Damon's semen had an edge to it, the bodily fluid equivalent of a chip on his shoulder. But the differences didn't matter. What mattered was that each man had offered me such a special chance to get to know him, and that I had been able to receive their seed. "You like that, huh?" Alex asked me, as I licked his beard again. "Yeah," I said. I was a bit embarrassed with my admission. I wasn't supposed to be hungry for another man's semen, and I tried not to meet his eyes. "Nothing wrong with that. There's plenty more for you here." He motioned to the men around me. I looked around. On my left, a boy, not much older than myself, was kneeling down in front of a hairy, muscular, older man. The older man's chest hair was flecked with grey, but his cock was stiff and thick, and sliding in and out of the boy's mouth. On my left, another young guy was leaning against the window, his legs spread with a tall black man forcing a massive dick into his hole. "Here's one for you," Alex said. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. My face was even with his dick. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and Alex's cockhead slid in, like two magnets clasping together. I looked up, Alex was staring down at me, smiling. "Go ahead," he said. "Your mouth feels great." I ran my tongue over his dickhead, licking up the pre-cum from his piss slit. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "You're good." It wasn't long before his dickhead was pressing up against the back of my mouth and demanding entrance to my throat. I didn't want to gag. I had seen girls gag on my own dick and it seemed disrespectful to Alex to reject his manhood like that. "It's your first night out," Alex said, smiling and stroking my curly hair. "Just relax. There's plenty of time to get used to this." I swallowed, and his cock slipped into my throat. It was an invasion, even more so than Rod's cock sliding into my asshole. It was easier to disassociate from the ass fucking than it was from a cock pushing its way into my throat. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of invasion. I wanted Alex to be inside me, to feel the pleasure I could give him. "Fuck, that's a nice throat," he said. I re-opened my eyes and looked up. His head was arched back, but I could still make out the expression of happiness on his face. I put my hands on his muscular thighs, balancing myself against his muscular bulk. They were thick and hairy, the way a man should feel. I turned back to his cock, focusing on the thick erection pushing its way into my body. Far from gagging on his dick like I feared, it felt good to have it in my throat. I was enjoying being down on my knees, servicing this hot, hairy, hard man. It felt good to be able to take Alex's cock, to be able to accept such a precious gift. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the pleasure of sucking dick. Alex's thick cock pushed into my throat. I might have gagged once or twice, but as intense as it felt, it was little consequence to Alex, and therefore, it wasn't important for me. Instead, it was just my way of thanking him for the pleasure of his dick in my throat. Once my nose was buried in his pubes, I lost track of time. Even a century wouldn't have been enough time to give him the pleasure I wanted. "You're enjoying this," Alex said, finally breaking my cocksucking reverie. "I can tell. The way your throat feels on my cockhead." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His was smiling at me, his brown eyes wide in the dim light and the pleasure. I could see a tattoo across his chest; there was black text, but I was in the wrong position to read it. However, right in front of me, there was another tattoo, a red one, three interlocking semi-circles with barbed ends. The symbol looked familiar, dangerous and a bit sexy. However, it was hard to place it. Alex saw me staring at it. "You like it?" he asked. Even with his cock buried in my throat, I nodded. "It's my warning symbol. Just in case you had any doubts." I nodded again, not entirely sure what he meant by a warning symbol. No man as beautiful as him, with a cock so perfect needed a warning symbol. "Maybe you can earn one as well," he said. I nodded again. It didn't matter what he said. The only correct answer was to say yes, to give him any pleasure he wanted. He reached down and played with my hair. He ran his fingers through my thick curls, gently pushing me further down on his cock. I had thought I had gotten the full length of it into my throat but with his guidance, I found another inch of manhood disappear into my mouth. I gagged again, but the intense agony of it was merely my small gift towards Alex's pleasure. "That's it," Alex said. "Take it all." His voice was deep and resonant. I wondered if the entire room could hear him telling me what a good cocksucker I was. I glanced around, but the other men hadn't seemed to break their relentless rhythm of sucking, fucking, and making out. It was just me and Alex, at home in our universe of masculine pleasure. "Fuckin' sucked it hard," he said, as he released the pressure on my head. "Mmmmph," I managed to say, as I gasped for air. He had pulled his stiff shaft out. I was empty; there was only the puddles of cum in my ass to remind me of the men that had fucked me. However, the empty feeling in my gut was secondary to my need for air. I was gulping down air, smelling the heat and sweat from the men in the room. However, at close quarters, the dominant scent was Alex, a wild, masculine musk that reminded me of the old locker room on campus. My dick twitched again, but I knew it was still worryingly soft. He pulled me back up right and wrapped an arm around me. Although shorter, his arms were long and wrapped with muscle. He reached up, his thick beard rubbing up against my stubble, and kissed me. "You want me inside you?" he asked, before pressing his warm lips against mine and forcing his tongue inside of me. "Yes," I said, without hesitation. All that was important and all that was correct was to say yes to Alex's every sexual need. I had already let two men penetrate me. I was not in a position to deny him the simple pleasure of fucking me. "Yes," I repeated. "Good," he said. He kissed me once more, before skillfully spinning me around and leaning me up against the tall window. In front of me, spread out like diamonds were the lights of LA. It was mesmerizing, but even so, when Alex pressed his dickhead against my hole, I closed my eyes. I wanted to concentrate on the feeling of him pushing into me and possessing me. He pressed his hairy chest against my back and wrapped his arm back around me. I felt safe in Alex's embrace. It was both masculine and caring, a concept that had been alien to me only eight hours ago and was now almost natural and eternal. "Relax," he whispered into my ear. "This is for both of us to enjoy." I exhaled and he pressed his shaft into me. He was just as hard as ever, and his thick shaft filled me up, more than satisfying my deepest needs and urges. "Wet hole," he said, as the accumulated cum greased his path into my gut. "Fuck," I moaned. "That feels good." "Hell yeah," Alex said. His dick continued its relentless thrust into my body, pushing the semen already inside of me deeper into my guts. For a moment, I realized the danger that I was exposing myself to; there had been the endless, embarrassing high school sex ed classes with the unremitting reminders of the dangers of sex with a condom, much less the risks of unprotected sex. But the fear quickly passed. Alex was muscular and strong, healthy and fit, and it was hard to imagine any danger beyond his dick being too big for my hole. Or not big enough to satisfy my insatiable needs. Something had gotten to my head. My mind kept on slipping to sleazier thoughts and I was dangerously sanguine about the raw and intense sex I had been enjoying. I had let Alex penetrate me so easily, and his raw cock up my hole felt so natural and perfect. I remembered the bumps of cocaine that Aiden had given me and wondered if that was affecting me. Or the pipe that Damon had given me to smoke. Alex pressed his body against mine, his furry chest rubbing against my back. "Look out the window," he whispered. "All those lights." I nodded in agreement. It was beautiful, a private world that just he and I shared. Alex continued. "So white, intense. Like pools of sperm." He gently twisted my head back towards his, and we kissed. His tongue pressed into me, and I wasn't sure if I had ever been happier in my life. Alex's dick was now deep in my ass, thrusting in and out, rubbing the accumulated spooge into my body. I relished the feeling, that the two loads Rod had given me, the load that Damon had given me, and soon the load that Alex with gift me would be permanently a part of me. My dick twitched at the thought of the men marking me. "Mmmm," Alex whispered in my ear. "Tighten up that ass. Milk my dick dry." I tried my best to squeeze my ass around Alex's cock, but after three men, it felt loose. But he moaned each time, so it must have been having an effect. "Nice hole," he said. "We're going to have to play some more." He let his hand drift down towards my groin and it quickly found my dick. He played with it, but I remained just as soft as always. "You party tonight?" "Party?" I asked. I had no idea what he meant. "You know, tina? Crystal?" I realized what Damon had been letting me smoke. Friends had talked about crystal meth, how it fucked you up, sometimes permanently. But this wasn't fucked up. This was pure amazing, and if it lasted my entire life, it wouldn't be nearly long enough. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I have been." I blushed. I had just admitted using some crazy insane drug to this hot man. I was terrified of how he would respond and even the few seconds he paused before responding was fearful agony for me. "Nice," he whispered into my ear. "We need to PnP together. Damn hot tweaked out muscle bottom," he said. It was dirty and depraved and it made my dick twitch in pleasure. "Tonight?" he whispered. I was surprised he was asking me a question. He didn't need to do ask me anything. All I wanted him to do was to take what he wanted from me. It was my pleasure to give him whatever he required from me. "Yeah?" I asked. "Can I cum in you?" he asked. "Breed you?" I started nodding even before he had finished speaking. My desire had passed mere want, and it was now a fundamental need of mine to get more sperm inside me. "Yes," I said. "Of course. Cum in me. Breed me. Mark me." "That's what I want to hear," a new voice said. I looked away from the cityscape in front of me to see that Aiden had re-joined us. The two men, Alex and Aiden, might have been brothers, just separated by twenty-odd years. In the light from the window, I noticed how Aiden's chest hair was flecked with grey, and immediately wondered what it would look like with my cum sprayed across his chest. "A hungry boy." "Fucking hungry hole," Alex said. The two men kissed, as Alex pushed his dick deeper into me. I watched them make out, their eyes closed, each of them lost in their own private world of pleasure. "I'm going to breed your boy," Alex whispered to Aiden. "Fucking load him up with my seed." "Good," Aiden said. "I know he'd like that." Aiden ran his hand across my body, over my chest, down my flat stomach, before finding my traitorous dick. Despite my arousal, it was still soft, flaccid, and small. It was good that I was getting fucked, otherwise, it would have been an embarrassing situation. Aiden leaned down towards me and whispered into my ear. "I'm glad you're making so many new friends tonight. I'm glad you came to the party with me." I could only nod in agreement. "Feels good," I murmured, as Aiden pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, as he stroked my dick. "Him inside me." "Good," Aiden said. "It's supposed to feel good. Just enjoy it." He kissed me again. "Don't hold back. Don't be afraid. Everything is going to be just fine." "I want him to cum in me. Give me his seed." It was so strange to be saying those words, but yet it felt so natural. When I set out to the club that night, it was supposed to end that I was the one fucking some chick. I was the one who should have been injecting my sperm into her warm pussy. But instead, it was my hole that was getting defiled and degraded. "Tell him that," Aiden said. "Let Alex know what you want. What you need." It wasn't a command, but yet I knew there was no way I would ignore his request. It felt so reasonable and natural to tell Alex that my hole was his to breed. "Please, Alex," I said. "Cum in me. Give me your seed." "Is he?" Alex asked. I was confused, but then realized the question was directed at Aiden. I tried to figure out what Alex was asking. But, right as I focused, Alex pressed his dick back into me, and all I could do was moan in pleasure. "Nah. He's practically a virgin. But he's spoken for." Aiden stroked my dick, and the sensations overrode the foreboding I had about what he had just said. "Spoken for?" Alex asked. The way he said it gave me pause. I didn't want to be anyone's possession. I had just gotten out of my parent's house, and it was time to be my own man. But I remembered how protected I was when Rod wrapped his arms around me. Or how safe I felt with Aiden looking out for me at the party. Or most of all, how Alex cared for me enough to give me his load. Around these men, I was going to be ok. "Yeah," Aiden said. "But that doesn't mean the two of you can't have fun tonight." "You're right," Alex replied. He continued. "Fuck. This is going to feel good." Where Damon had been forceful and careless, Alex's every stroke was intentional and planned. As his cock slid in and out of my hole, I realized Alex had only one goal he was mindlessly pursuing. It was the goal of every red-blooded man, the only goal we had in life. It was to spread his seed far and wide, to impregnate every available pussy, whether willing or unwilling. Every thrust and parry of his cock was carefully planned and executed to push him closer to that fundamental masculine need. "It feels good, doesn't it," Aiden whispered into my ear. "His cock, inside you." I nodded. It was hard to deny what he had said. Alex's cock was sliding in and out, each stroke bringing him closer to that essential relief Alex needed so badly. Just as badly, I wanted to give him that relief, and the thick spurts of man-juice it entailed. It felt so dirty, so sleazy, but also so good. "Yeah," I finally said, lost in the pleasures of getting fucked. "I want your load," I grunted to Alex. "Give it to me." "Oh fuck," Alex grunted. His strokes were no longer the long, deep thrusts. His pace was faster and he was forcing himself right to the edge. "Oh FUCK," he grunted again. "Give it to me," I said. I had never craved something this badly in my life before. All I wanted was this man to cum in me. I wanted him to breed me. I didn't understand it when Damon had first told me he was going to breed me. But now, getting bred by a hot man was the only thing that mattered in my life. "Fucking breed me," I said. "OH FUCK," he said, this time ramming his cock deep into me. I felt Alex's cock pulse and surge and his thick, wet, cum fill my gut. Each man had been better than the last, and Alex's orgasm was practically a religious experience. "TAKE IT," Alex grunted. In the center of my torso, the wetness grew as Alex drained his balls into me. The perfection and peace of that moment, the moment where his semen filled me up, was going to be a feeling I was going to chase for the rest of my life. "Breed me," I grunted. I was on the verge of tears, so happy that Alex was impregnating me with his seed. "Fuck, this is nice," Aiden whispered. "You taking that hot load." "TAKE IT," Alex grunted once more. He was in his own world, where the only thing that mattered was his cock and how good it felt. I squeezed my ass, massaging and milk his dick. I tried to tell myself it was just to give pleasure to Alex, but I knew that my single focus was getting more seed in my hole. "Fuck, you're a hungry guy," Aiden said. I squeezed my hole again, and was rewarded by a visceral grunt from Alex plus another squirt of his precious jizz. It landed directly into my rectum.

I hadn't intended to make this more than a one time story. I sort of saw it as a romantic interlude to my more twisted stories. (well, as romantic as unconscious rape can be....lol) But I've been encouraged to add a little more. And I myself am curious to see what happens with these two.