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I had planned it all out. I was nervous and took a glass of wine gulping it down. The knock on the door ,though expected ,startled me. I opened it. “ Hi”I said. The guy I met, smiled” Hello “. Even as I let him in I felt a sense of control start to flow away from me. He seemed more in control , more sure of himself. Another knock. I let the other guy in as well. He seemed less certain , but more certain than me. I was the one who set this up and yet I was the one that seemed more on edge. “ Would you like a drink?” “No “they both said . The first guy smiled and said “working”. “Of course”I stammered “ “Do you two know each other? .” The two guys looked at each other “ No” I sat on the edge of the bed. Was this what I truly wanted? A hotel room ? Two prostitutes or should I say Escorts? “ You both are Poz not on meds?” They now looked at each other more intently and then back at me. “ I am Neg, not on PREP .I only have tonight in London by myself... so... do you mind if I get another drink?”. “ So you want Raw, Poz dicks in your ass?” The first guy smiled.” You don’t need a drink, you need a huge hit of poppers”. I looked around taking in my surroundings, for the first time really, even though I had checked in four hours before. What the actual fuck was I doing ? Here I was in a hotel ,near the Airport about to have sex with two Poz Prostitutes. Six hours before I had been having a farewell lunch with friends. None of them would ever guess I would now be here doing this. “Who the hell was I ?” For a moment I thought I could pull out of this. I mean they would have seen this before, Clients chickening out. Wives , closeted. They would have seen it all before. But some fucked up Neg guy booking two prostitutes on online ads because they were Poz and I had had too much poppers up my nose and too much twisted fantasy in my my head. “ It’s ok” The second guy spoke for really the first time.” Take off your clothes”. I gulped and within seconds we were all taking our clothes off except our underwear . The first guy” So this is a conversion ?” Yes I suppose” I blurted. “ Fuck hot “ he replied. “Suck my dick “ and without any further hesitation I grabbed his cock and started sucking. “ Suck that Poz dick you sick prick” This made me hornier. While still sucking one of my arms went for the trousers on the floor, grabbing my poppers from my pocket then inhaling hard. “ Can I have some? “The second guy stepped forward and took the poppers from me. He took deep sniffs. “ Suck my cock as well “and pulled his hard cock out of his underwear. He had a PA attached to the end of his dick.. I started sucking this dick now. In the background a French bareback film was playing from my USB on the TV. “I am not sure about this” The second guy said. At the same time he didn’t take his dick out of my mouth. I stopped. “ I want this. I really want this. I need Poz toxic cum up my ass. I know what I am doing. I don’t want to make this uncomfortable for you, but I need to be Poz. You are doing me a huge favour that I can’t thank you enough for.” He smiled and eased himself. “Fuck you sick slut I am going to Poz you so hard that it won’t be just the toxic load that makes you Poz, it will be my dick ripping you apart and making you bleed. “ With that the second guy took the poppers off the first ,took a huge sniff and pushed the bottle to me . As I took the bottle, he pulled down my underwear and threw them off. He then pushed me face down onto the bed. “ You want a toxic dick I am giving you one.” I have no idea where he got the lubricant from. It could have been from my suitcase, more likely he had some. I felt huge pain but he seemed to know this and covered my mouth with his hand as I yelled. Then suddenly I saw a different popper bottle in front of me and I sniffed in heaven and started to relax. The first guy came around to my head and had his knees open against each side of my mouth. I started sucking his cock as I saw a third bottle of poppers appear before my nose. “ You want that big Poz dick . Keep sucking you whore. You fucking love that infected dick don’t you” I kept slurping and sucking. I felt guilt I was putting these two guys through this.I felt guilty I wanted this and yet it was though my soul desired this fucked up situation. “ I need to be Poz, infect me.Charge me up” I yelled. They swapped. I felt another hard dick up my ass. “ Make me pregnant. Knock me up”. I yelled. “You sick fucking slut take that fucking toxic dick” I heard. “Plant your dirty seed up my Neg Ass”. It seemed that each word made them release their inner Poz pig.” You are going to be fucked up so badly”they said. Each time they put their dicks in my ass and poppers up my nose I was one step closer to my goal. I started to lose all sense of who was doing what .One moment I was sucking on a PA, the next moment a fat juicy cock. Both were up my ass.My head was starting to ache with the amount of poppers that was in my head.” I need to be charged pregnant “ I said. All I could smell was sex and poppers. “ You know soon you will be fucked up ,truly fucked up. No escape. Pozzed well and truly” In the haze that was my head I thought I felt the PA, but the poppers were so much I have no idea. Then I heard a whisper.” You sure? “ against my ear. “ Make me Poz” I said. “I am going to charge you Po..... “and then silence. “You fucking sick twaisted slut.”I felt it inside. I always hoped I would. Here it was .I had a charged Poz load up me. I smiled as a dick left my mouth. I was so high in poppers I had no idea that the dick that now entered my body was the one with a PA attached. But the sudden pain made me remember.” You are fucked, you Neg slut. You will be pozzed by the time this is over “ More poppers under my nose. “ Fuck do you want a charged bloody load?” So the pain was not just the dick. “ Please” I pleaded “please do this ,make me Poz” The pace picked up. “You need to be toxic don’t you “ he said “ yes “ I pleaded. “You know this will fuck you right up.” He said. “ “ Yes” I pleaded . “Make me your toxic dump.”He breathed heavily in my ear and then stopped. I felt it . I felt it in my ass. In Heaven. I had crossed over. I was gone. For a minute, maybe less I lay there. All three of us were breathing heavily. My finger touched my ass . It explored inside my ass while the once fat Poz dick became limper. I took the finger out and saw it up against my eyes. Both blood and cum met my eye. “ Thankyou “ I said Well you paid us you sick fuck. Hopefully you got what you wanted” I smiled” I did”

Part 5 - Overlooking Hyde Park Conrad returned to the greenhouse and found Jack sat attending some new Hibiscus seedlings, he walked still in shock of what he had seen but went around things as normal calling it a day by 4pm. He couldn't shake how unnerved he was and the last thing he needed tonight was going out, promising Charlie they would have dinner out by way of an apology for the fight. Jack watched him leave and seeing the change in him that afternoon he was concerned that something happened, he headed up to the manor to ask if Simon saw anything that would explain the strange behaviour from Conrad. Simon had no idea and in his usual way of ignorance is bliss he didn't dwell on it anymore taking Jack up to bed for some late afternoon release. Charlie ordered the food and fetched the drinks sitting back down at the booth that they had managed to corner in the gastro pub. It was fairly busy for a Sunday evening with most of the patrons sitting in the beer garden enjoying the summer sunshine. Conrad was happy and in his element being out with Charlie, it made a change the two of them finding some time to talk things over before Charlie went back to naval training in the morning. "Does it still hurt" Charlie asked nodding at the fading bruise above Conrad's eye. "No" Conrad replied a little distracted "it will be gone in a day or so" he said. Charlie nodded "I guess mum and dad were right, 20 years before we had a bust up". Conrad looked at him "Did you say anything to them?" he asked knowing he didn't have to explain about what. "Of course I didn't" Charlie replied looking at Conrad "did you hear off Max?" he now asked. "Yes he sent me Harry's number" Conrad replied looking at his glass "the thing is I saw him today". Charlie grinned at his brother "And what happened?" he asked leaning forward. "Nothing he was at the manor at Simon's party" Conrad said adding "the Arab guy was there as well". "Bloody hell" Charlie blurted out then lowered his voice "You didn't talk to Harry then?". "No" Conrad replied "and I don't know if I will ever talk to him" he said taking a sip of beer. Charlie sat back assessing his brother "Do you fancy of him or not?" he asked quite casually. Conrad chuckled and looked at Charlie "Sort of" he sighed "part of me seems attracted to him" he replied. "I knew it" Charlie said leaning forward "you had a hardon when we played around before Simon turned up". Conrad blushed "Ew I don't fancy you" he said trying to be serious and stifling his giggling. "Yes you do" Charlie said with confidence "like having sex with yourself" he said grinning. Conrad laughed shaking his head "Your fucking screwed up Charlie" he replied. "What are you going to do about it, Harry I mean?" Charlie asked putting his glass down on the table. "Nothing, I am going to get my education finished first" Conrad replied "I have to sit that exam now". Charlie nodded "You mean the one you can take from selling your arse?" he said in a hushed tone. "Thanks Charlie!" Conrad exclaimed rolling his eyes "I don't need you keep reminding me what I stupidly did". Charlie chuckled "You know I am ever going to let you forget that Con" he said sitting back very satisfied. "I know, don't worry though I will get something on you hanging around with all those navy boys" Conrad hinted. Charlie laughed "Sharing a bedroom with another guy dressed in uniform" Conrad added "temptation". "Stop it" Charlie said trying to catch his breath from laughing "it is nothing like that" he looked at Conrad "seriously thing about Harry". "What is this fascination with Harry?" Conrad asked exasperated. Charlie grinned at him "For fucks sake Conrad he is in love with you". Charlie was a devious plotter and he was already getting an idea now Conrad had finally admitted that he was more gay than straight. Their food had gone cold by the time they finished eating unable to stop talking. Conrad crawled in to bed tired thinking over his encounter with Harry in London, he slept soundly but in the back of his mind the thought of telling his parents played over. By morning Charlie was packing his car at 7am ready to head off, Conrad grabbed some shorts dressing quickly he ran downstairs to say good bye catching Charlie walking in to pick up his last bag. "Seriously you was going to go without saying good bye" Conrad said reaching the bottom step. "How stupid do you think I am?" Charlie replied walking over to Conrad and hugging him hard. Conrad felt emotional for the first time at one of Charlies departures "When are you coming home again?". "Three weeks time" Charlie replied holding Conrad's face he looked him in the eye "you need to tell them". Conrad nodded "I know" he said "I will do it when I feel ready". Charlie kissed his brother on the lips surprising Conrad "I still love you Con" he said and hugged him again. Conrad fought back the tears holding Charlie tight only letting go when their mother appeared with a bag of food for Charlie to take with his favourites in. Jody could sense something going on between them but put it down to their weird twin thing they always seemed to have. Conrad went upstairs to get showered and dressed then heading out to college for enrolment day on the final course, this was going to be his hardest course and passing the RHS Botany Science exam would open many doors of opportunities for him all over the world. He felt a little stupid and embarrassed paying for the course that day, hoping that the administrator would not ask how he got the money to pay for it. It took him a moment to shake it off and they took payment confirming his place to start the following Monday. The rest of the day Conrad spent tending the flower beds along the road then weeding the flower bed on the little roundabout fondly remembering the days Charlie and he would cycle around it and that fateful day he met Jack. The manor looked eerily quiet compared to the weekend's activities. The week dragged by slowly and Conrad buried his head in the new books he had acquired for the upcoming course. Even he was struggling with parts of it at first, by far it was the hardest and most complex science he had come across. Writing things down to ask Jack about he carried on relentlessly searching bits and pieces on the internet so that he could understand the subject better. He visited the manor a couple of times and spent it in the kitchen garden checking on the progress of the herbs and vegetables with Jack, there was no sight of Simon during the days he visited. Thankful in a way so that he didn't get ahead of himself and asked questions about Harry and Moham being there. No matter what searches he did he couldn't find much on Hibiscus Manor, a place called Hibiscus Drive kept coming up and finally he clicked on the link. Harry looked at the street view on the 3D map and smiled knowing he had found it, he recognised the houses along the road and the wrought iron gates of the manor that he saw from inside it. Panning out he saw the nearest town was Bordon and a few miles from Alton, it certainly was stuck in the Hampshire countryside but he now knew where he saw Conrad working. Putting things together he figured that he must also live around the area, deciding if he saw Max again he would need to ask him outright exactly where Conrad lived. Harry finished his lectures and stayed on in the college library to finish his home study and decide what to do this weekend, he opened his phone and saw one message on his mobile banking app that was several days old. Opening it up he was gobsmacked to see £50k had been deposited in the account. He had literally forgotten about the payment he would get for the weekend but never expected that much. It brought a smile to his face and thankfully with him getting fed up with hanging out at the gay bar he needn't have worried. He really needed to spend some time looking for jobs in sales and marketing, so far that week he hadn't once been to the bar and he was hoping that the need would never rise again. The problem with Knightsbridge is that it is never hard to spot people who frequent the area since most had their little haunts, today was proving no exception. Harry left the library arranging to meet some friends in Hyde Park. He was watching the fuss going on outside the front of the Mandarin Oriental hotel with the doorman and concierge, two black limousines pulled up outside and the hotel staff stopped pedestrians to allow the VIP's to enter the hotel. Harry stood there waiting not paying much attention and waiting patiently, VIP's and limousines were quite common place at the hotel. Harry looked up to see if things were moving again and the occupant exited the limousine looked in his direction. Stopping himself from shouting out and saying hello Harry watched Moham making eye contact but also ignoring him in one move. Another business man exited the Limousine and Moham let him go in front calling the concierge over speaking to him. All Harry could see was the concierge nod understanding what was being asked and without a further glance Moham disappeared in to the hotel. The other limousine pulled up to the front with more people dressed in suits going in to the hotel and one of the receptionists came hurrying outside handing a key card to the concierge. Harry patiently waited until the car pulled away and started making his way across the front of the hotel putting his phone back in his pocket. Sergio the concierge stood there waiting until Harry got closer and walked up to him. "Good evening Sir" Sergio said stopping Harry who looked at him "your key to suite 920". Harry looked at the piece of plastic "Sorry I think there has been a mistake" he replied. Sergio remained business like "No mistake suite 920 make yourself at home and your gentleman friend will join you in an hour". Harry stood confused for a minute "Oh right" he said with Sergio directing Harry inside the hotel. "I will take you to the suite and you must wait there" Sergio said calling the lift. Harry stepped in to the lift with Sergio his face burning from embarrassment "Its not what it seems" Harry claimed trying to explain himself. Sergio did not look at Harry "Nothing is what it seems" he replied shuffling his feet "our guests discretion is of upmost importance". Harry was anxious and a little nervous standing in the lift going to the ninth floor and following Sergio to the suite, he opened the door and handed the key to Harry explaining there was water in the fridge and to order anything if he was hungry. Before he could say anything Sergio left glancing over his shoulder at Harry smirking. Sending a text to his friends explaining something had come up Harry looked out at the view over Hyde Park, so many times he had passed the front of the hotel and seen the rich and famous coming and going. He walked around the large suite that was immaculately kept, the bedroom off the lounge was decorated in a very Oriental feel with expensive bed linen. Feeling that Moham was going to want his way with him he went to the bathroom cleaned out then went back in to the lounge and put the TV on, he spent most of the time looking out of the window drinking a bottle of water ignoring the TV. He had some idea why he was here but a very real and unexpected twist would happen, at 7.15pm Moham appeared in the suite dressed in his business suite. "Harry" Moham said walking in "I didn't know if you would be here". "Why am I here?" Harry asked sitting back down on the sofa. Moham took his tie and jacket off and undid his shirt "Oh right" Harry said taking his t-shirt off. Moham smiled at him "I am taking you to bed" he said taking his trousers off and watching Harry do the same. "I suppose that is one way of looking at it" Harry replied half giggling. Moham walked towards Harry placing a finger under his chin "No I mean I am taking you to bed" he said. Moham leaned down his tall solid built figure and hairy chest was all man, this was the first time Harry had actually seen him nearly naked apart from him wearing underwear and socks. Harry caught by surprise feeling Moham kissing him and holding his lips against Harry's waiting to be reciprocated, parting his lips he tasted Moham who kissed him deep and lifted him off the ground. Pleasantly surprised and not expecting this he was being carried by Moham to the bedroom, there was none of the business only nature around Moham this evening in fact he appeared to be a totally different person. In truth the more time Moham spent with Harry the more he liked his very casual and youthful attitude, he was upset having lost out on spending the night with Harry at the party. The last time they spent in his limousine a change happened in the way they had sex, it was more unhurried that allowed Moham to relax more and enjoy the drama free experience. Unlike his wife who would only put out when it suited her and was more a duty than intimacy, he was drawn more and more to Harry's smooth body and skin that excited him when they were close. Moham carried Harry to the bed and laid him down gently, their kissing continued and Harry giggled with a mouth full of Moham's tongue feeling the beard scratching and tickling his face. He moaned feeling the full weight of Moham pressing down on his body slipping between his legs. The usual urgency gone and Harry allowed Moham to lay on him rubbing his already erect cock against him. Gently Harry coerced Moham on to his back, teasingly rubbings his hand over the cock hidden under the fabric causing a small damp patch of precum to appear. Harry straddled across resting his arse hard against Moham's cock rubbing back and forth kissing his chest and neck lightly, slowly inching towards his mouth again he was welcomed with a loving kiss. Moham slipped his arms around Harry holding him and caressing his arse through the underwear at first then sensually slipping his hand inside the elastic. Moham moaned in delight feeling the supple and smooth skin driving him wild he kissed Harry harder, both moaning with pleasure. Harry wriggled free of his arms and sank lower down his body kissing the nipples and running his face through the hairy chest that trailed off in a line down his naval. His hand ran over Moham's cock carefully watching his face change in to a broad smile between happiness and erotic pleasure. Harry kissed the exposed skin above the underwear and ran his mouth along the hefty shaft of Moham's cock still hidden in his underwear. He sat up looking down at Moham, the man of many dominant sexual encounters and few words was like putty in his hands at the moment. His thighs were sturdy and thick, lightly covered in black hair, the hefty arms that hid an abundance of muscle and capable of holding him tightly. Harry almost orgasmed just looking and being able to touch him so sensually for once. His fingers slipped inside the band of the underwear gently pulling them down exposing the thick eight inches of dark skinned pleasure that awaited. Harry leaned down and kissed the inside of his thighs watching Moham's back rise and fall his legs trembled at the sensation, he continued kissing around then gently licking along the shaft. A stream of precum oozed out hanging from the tip of Moham's cock tempting and teasing Harry, he licked under then around having a job trying to contain the bouncing cock that had a mind of its own. Harry gave one last lick sinking his mouth around the head and gently caressing it with his lips, Moham moaned louder pushing his hips up. Harry was teasing his cock and Moham was responding, his hand pushed Harry's head further down several times then stopped giving control back over to Harry again. Moham stroked Harry's head with his eyes closed moaning softly, they continued in this position for several minutes. Suddenly Moham leaned forward and pulled Harry up making short work of his underwear and throwing them on the floor 'Enough teasing I need to fuck you Harry' he said kissing Harry hard and positioning him above his cock. Harry spat in his hand and rubbed it against his hole, Moham waiting for Harry to grab his cock was surprised when he leaned forward pushing Moham back down on the bed kissing him. His arse rubbing against Moham's cock slowly pushing it up and letting it seek his hole. Moham wanted to push in so badly and just take him, he held back desperate to see where this was leading. Unable to speak locked in a kiss Harry slowly pushed down and gasped in to Moham's mouth, his hole stretching to accommodate the head penetrating through. He stopped pushing down and gently rocked his arse fucking the head of his cock. Moham slapped Harry's arse and moaned in pleasure still restraining himself from pushing up that was his natural instinct to do. Harry stopped kissing and looked down at Moham 'Is this better than just taking me in the limo?' he asked becoming aware that Moham was staring him in the eye 'Stop asking questions and sex me' Moham replied pulling him back down and kissing him harder than ever. Harry used his arse and continued teasing edging deeper down taking Moham's cock almost all of the way but holding back a little. Controlling sex with Moham was so strange to him and he was loving it, satisfied and enjoying the feel of Moham getting inside gently felt amazing. He started to feel the coarse pubes meeting his arse, the dynamic quickly change when Moham raised his legs pushing the rest of his cock deep inside Harry giving several sharp hard and deep thrusts before relaxing and letting Harry take over again. Raising himself up his hands grabbed on to Moham's thighs 'Oh fuck Moham' Harry moaned leaning back and feeling the full might of Moham's cock inside him. He spent several minutes slowly gyrating his arse watching the pleasure unfold in Moham's expression, his hands roaming across Harry's body and legs. Harry ran his hands up along the hairy chest letting out a massive moan of delight, Moham had taken hold of Harry's cock and was slowly rubbing it and pushing his hips up gently fucking Harry. They made eye contact staring again in to each others eyes that blew Harry's mind. He pushed down hard and felt the pressure release in his balls, closing his eyes his body jolted down and forward ejaculating over Moham's chest. His body shaking trying to rid the orgasm and unable to control himself, his eyes opened feeling Moham's hand on his face gently caressing him, his eyes still locked on Harry. Regaining some composure Harry looked down at the mess he had made coating Moham's chest chair with his cum, pulled forward he was kissing him again. Moham raised his legs and slowly fucked Harry for several more minutes then pushed him back up, Harry sank deep on his cock and moved his hips back and forth to Moham's pleasure. Unsure how it even happened but he was now holding hands tightly with Moham, his cock pushing up every now and then driving Harry to speed up. The continuous slapping sound as his arse met with Moham's groin filled the room, the subtle moans from both of them getting louder and Harry could feel the cock inside him swelling and getting harder. Moham let out a growling moan pushing his hips up harder and Harry ground his arse down, he cried in pleasure feeling the cock erupting in a series of over exaggerated pulses in his arse. Moham held Harry's hands tighter, hips pushing Harry up in the air almost lifting him off the bed and penetrating him to the hilt planting his seed deep inside. Held partly aloft by Moham's hips Harry ground his arse still feeling the pulses from the cock. His legs rose up pushing Harry forward in to his arms, their lips locked together frantically kissing and panting trying to catch their breath. Harry laid on top of Moham in his arms and firmly impaled on his cock, his head resting against Moham's neck. Harry played with Moham's chest hair releasing small pleasurable moans with Moham gently caressing his back. Moham kissed Harry 'Ready for more?' he asked like he was giving Harry a choice, he chuckled and looked him in the eye 'I know you like it more than once' Harry replied. The evening took a second surprise twist, Moham rolled Harry over on to his back still impaled on his cock and hooking Harry's legs around his waist. His arm slipped Harry's neck holding him, he kissed and began to fuck him in a missionary position. Using his thighs to keep Harry's legs up he fucked him gently and slowly taking his time and kissing him. In charge this time Moham didn't fuck excessively hard yet he still gave him a solid pounding before raising his head and looking Harry in the eyes, holding him tightly he shot a second load deep in to him. Moham released Harry from his cock and laid gently down on top kissing him then rolled on to his back, Harry stared up the at the ornately decorated ceiling completely wowed by what he had just experienced with the mysterious Moham. Half expecting that to be it, he was already thinking of getting dressed. "Hungry?" Moham asked running his hand over Harry's body. Harry looked at him "What more?" he asked seeing Moham grin. "Later" he replied "do you want to eat anything food wise?" Moham asked. Harry sat up and looked at him "I can't figure you out sometimes" he said "yes I am hungry". "Good" Moham said reaching over to the phone and ordering two lobster salads. Harry laid back down "Haven't seen you hanging around the bar recently" Moham said hanging the phone up. "No, I need to grow up and get a job" Harry replied rolling on to his stomach. Moham pulled Harry to him and kissed him again "What sort of work?" he asked. Harry ran his hand over Moham's chest feeling his cum in there "I have studied business so sales or marketing". "That's boring" Moham replied stroking Harry's head "sorry I didn't mean to disrespect your choice". Harry laughed "What do you suggest then?" he asked "apart from this" he said. Moham smiled "I don't know and I don't see you doing this as a choice of career". "Am I that bad at it then?" Harry asked grabbing hold of Moham's cock. Moham chuckled and slapped his hand away "No quite the opposite and tonight has proved it". Harry sat up and looked at "Proved what?" he asked unsure what Moham was getting at. "That I would like having sex with you on a more intimate basis" Moham replied. Harry chuckled "There was me thinking you could not get any more mysterious" he said sitting across Moham. Moham smiled up at him "Why don't you work for me as my assistant" he suggested looking seriously at him. "You mean sex toy?" Harry replied stroking his chest "no I need a proper job" he said patting his chest. Moham sat up and kissed Harry "It is a proper job, you manage my diary and travel arrangements" he explained. Harry smiled "Not sure Moham" he said pondering on it "is it not boring just sorting your diary out?" he asked. "It won't just be that" Moham replied "you will travel with me, I have a PA but I need a trusted assistant and adviser". Harry laid back down "Okay does it pay well?" he asked turning his head to look at Moham. "You will get a lot more of this" Moham said waving his cock around and laughing "How is £40k to start with?". Harry looked up at the ceiling "Sure why not" he replied smiling "thank you" he said. Moham smiled "I will give you the address of my office we can meet and discuss next week" he said standing up. Harry looked at him "This is real your not kidding me?" he asked. "No kidding but this part of us must remain very discreet Harry" Moham said looking at him. Harry nodded "So..." he paused "why are doing this for me?" he asked curiously. Moham studied him a moment "I trust you Harry and I like your company" he replied. Harry smiled "Same here and I know I can't get all loved up over you" he chuckled. "There is one thing Harry" Moham said looking at him "you slept with Simon at the party?". "Is that his name, the owner" Harry replied and Moham nodded. "Please get yourself tested, Simon is HIV positive" Moham said looking seriously at him. Harry sat quietly shocked before speaking again "But we used a condom" he said thinking about it. Moahm shook his head "Don't be fooled Harry, Simon is a nice guy but sex with a deviant pleasure for him" he said. Harry looked worried "You mean he would have tried stealthing me?" he asked. Moham nodded "Get tested and get on meds if he did I don't want you falling sick" he warned. "Why?" Harry asked looking at Moham with real concern on his face. Moham smiled "I like having sex with you Harry so you need to stay healthy, especially if you agree to work for me". Harry sat on the bed "And you?" he asked knowing that was a silly question to ask him. "No I am clean Harry" Moham replied "But get yourself sorted out if he has managed to infect you". Harry nodded the smile gone off his face "I will, stealthing me wow that is nasty" he said. Moham touched Harry's face "Just always be discreet about us Harry". "I will" Harry replied nodding "Moham, thank you I mean for this and being able to enjoy sex with you". Moham smiled "Now suck me off" he said flapping his hard dick around in front of Harry. Harry laughed and slipped his mouth around Moham's hard cock again slowly working it in a teasing gently way before receiving a gob full of his cum. It was one thing taking it up the arse but Harry preferred not to swallow and spat it out down the toilet. Moham chuckled and showered whilst Harry sat and watched him until he finished then showered himself, Moham dressed in one the hotels dressing gowns went in to the lounge and directed room service that had arrived with their dinner. Harry turned off the water and started drying himself trying to come to terms with the whole evening, it was becoming apparent that Moham had a soft spot for Harry and that was evident throughout the time they appeared to make love more than just fuck tonight. Moham walked in to the bathroom handing Harry a dressing gown telling him dinner was ready. Sitting down to eat Moham asked Harry a lot of questions and generally chatted to him for quite a long time explaining he would be based out of the corporate office in central London. Moham left the hotel at 11pm and invited Harry to stay the night if he wanted. He would have loved nothing more but his parents were expecting him home and he left the hotel a few steps behind Moham and walking off in a complete discreet manner. He was a little cautious about the offer but had the details of the company and decided to fact check it in the morning before Moham called to arrange the meeting next week. Conrad and Jack spent most of that weekend chatting in the greenhouse, the pair of them checked over all the hibiscus beds along the road to make sure they were flourishing The weekend past so quickly he didn't want it to end but he had college on Monday. Conrad finished his first few days of lectures and Harry was still coming in to his head seeing the face in the helicopter taking off. He had declined going for a drink with the 15 other students on his course who were quite a bit older than him and them trying to figure out how such a young person got accepted on the advanced course. He had a quick phone call with Charlie on his walk back home and spent the evening doing his assignment with Jack's guidance over video call. He thought going back to college would mean him missing Jack a bit but they had set Wednesday evenings aside as their night and this week was the first going out to dinner at the local pub. Charlie though still aired on the side of caution when Conrad rattled on about Jack and kept his mouth shut, he had to learn to trust his brothers judgement and knew they had a very close friendship but nothing sexual as far as he was aware. Harry made his way in to central London and left the tube at Holborn following the directions to Moham's head office. His quick internet search of the company RMJ Equity Ventures lead him to the website where he delved deeper in to the company that seemed to have a multitude of subsidiaries in a variety of fields some very lucrative and others that had been purchased, the assets stripped and sold off. He learnt more about Moham and his real name Raheem Mohammed Jazeer, his own personal wealth was thought to be in the billions having built the company up to its current estimate of £3.6 billion through careful investment and cash reserve. It also surprised him to see his wife was 10 years younger and the 2 children in their teens. There was very little else about Moham, no gossip or scandal just a very shrewd businessman and owner of the company, family man who he knew didn't get the bed time treats or adoration he liked. The address of the building looked pretty modest and decorated in cream and brown colour palette, Harry had to wait in the reception until Moham's personal secretary Elspeth came down to meet him. "Harry Ashley-Cooper" Elspeth asked approaching him looking down her nose. Harry stood up "Yes that is I" he replied offering her his hand. "I am Mr Raheem's personal secretary Ms Phelps" she said in a very unfriendly manner "come along" she said. Harry felt sick to his stomach wondering what was instore for him "Thank you" he replied walking to the lift. "Mr Raheem has not given much detail about you" Elspeth said pressing the button and hurrying him along. Harry felt it was more of a you need to tell me now remark "An assistant to him" he replied being evasive. "To Mr Raheem" Elspeth corrected him "you need to learn to address him correctly or you won't last long". "Of course" Harry replied politely trying to be nice with her and failing spectacularly exiting the lift. "The HR manager is with Mr Raheem sit here until you are called" she said pointing to a sofa. Elspeth sat behind her desk along with two other assistants who all looked up at when he arrived, she quickly snapped her fingers like a school teacher telling them to get back to their work. The area was furnished to be comfortable enough for a short wait and several people came on to the floor dropping things off and leaving again glancing at the nervous Harry. He studied Ms Phelps a little deciding he didn't care for her much, but then she was no different speaking to the other two assistants who said nothing and got on with whatever she gave them to do. Harry watched the two doors opening and a tall dark haired and very attractive man in his early thirties exited closing the door behind him, he walked over to Elspeth's desk, the minute she spoke to him it was like a different person was there, tactful, respecting and polite manner to her tone and indeed when she walked over to Harry she was completely polite. "My Ahsley-Cooper this is Mr Prestley our HR Manager for RMJ Equity" Elspeth said introducing them. Adam shook hands with Harry "Please call me Adam and you are Harry right?" he asked. Harry nodded and smiled "Pleased to meet you Adam" he said watching Elspeth furrow her eyebrows. "Well Harry lets not keep Mr Raheem waiting any longer he is looking forward to meeting you" Adam said. Elspeth moved out of the way letting Harry pass "Adam what job is he interviewing for?" she asked. "Executive Business Assistant to Mr Raheem" Adam replied "Oh and please sort coffee out for three, quickly Elspeth". "Yes of course Mr Prestley" she replied hurrying off. Adam shook his head "This way Harry" Adam said guiding him to the office and looking at him "yeah I know". Harry laughed then stopped abruptly "Sorry know what?" he asked worrying himself. Adam smirked "Dragon lady" he replied "efficient and organised but my god she is a brutal nutcase". "Oh right" Harry replied giggling watching Adam open the door, they walked in closing the door behind them. "Mr Raheem this is Harry Ashely-Cooper here for the Executive Business Assistant position" Adam said. Moham came round from his desk and smiled "Thank you Adam" he said "Harry so glad you came please sit". Harry shook hands on a very professional basis and sat down, it took a few seconds for him to stop remembering their night at the hotel and started to talk about his studies. Adam asking a lot of questions and Moham talking about the job and what is expected and that he would be privy to confidential documents. It went on for over an hour before Harry was asked to leave the office and wait for Adam, he closed the door and sat down on the sofa. Elspeth looking over at him several times. Adam sat back down opposite Moham and looked over the notes he had taken and closed his folder. "Do you trust him?" Adam asked Moham putting the folder down on the empty chair. Moham nodded "Implicitly" he replied looking up at Adam "what do you think, will he cut it?". "I think he will" Adam replied sitting back in his chair watching Moham "well brought up and educated". Moham smiled "You have already made up your mind" Adam said "I will get the paperwork sorted". "Thank you Adam" Moham replied "and put him in the office next to mine" he said. Adam stood and picked his folder up "You sure about the salary Moham?" he asked. Moham nodded "Take him under your wing and mentor him Adam and put him on the management trainee programme". "Thank you I will enjoy mentoring him" Adam replied grinning. Moham checked his email "Keep it in your pocket around him" he said glancing at Adam. Adam stood there "Is he?" he asked waiting and Moham looked up and nodded. "Ah so he is my replacement" Adam chuckled walking towards the door. Moham looked over "Adam, keep an eye on him I think Simon got to him" he said. "Fuck Moham" Adam said with holding the door handle "him as well?". Moham smirked "I keep losing at the auction". Adam grinned at Moham "You know I won't be able to keep my hands off him". He heard Moham laughing closing the door and took Harry to his office to sign all the paperwork and non disclosure agreement, starting salary and start date. It was happening so quickly for Harry and he walked out of the building with Adam securing a well paid job and starting next Monday. Adam had a quiet word with Harry and agreed to meet him on Friday and take him to the clinic to get checked over. He was quietly embarrassed about the whole thing until Adam explained that he was poz and probably by Simon as well 7 years ago. Immediately the two of them formed a bond, it helped that Harry thought Adam was very sexy and wouldn't mind fucking him. Harry woke on Friday morning feeling worse for wear, Adam sat with him texting Moham from the rapid test centre at the clinic. He was prepared for the worst case outcome and was in no surprise when he tested positive for hiv. the doctor explained that the virus was not fully integrated in his body and was why he hadn't been ill to date, he was given a prescription fortunately it was a one a day pill which didn't seem to bad. He took the first one at the clinic and Adam took him for a coffee afterwards to make sure he was okay. "So did Moham ask you to look after me then?" Harry asked. Adam put his coffee down "Yes and I will mentor you at work" he said "Ms Phelps is really pissed off". "Why?" Harry asked "I did nothing to offend her she was just horrible to me". Adam smiled "She has to report in to you". Harry threw his hands up "I haven't even started and people hate me" he said chuckling. "Moham is a hard boss Harry but you will be just fine he likes you" Adam said finishing his coffee. Harry grinned at Adam "I like hard men, actually I am quite hard looking at you" he said. Adam looked at Harry then shook his head smiling "Harry, Harry, Harry, one day" he said chuckling. Harry laughed and leaned closer "You can be my bitch" he said looking at him. Adam looked at his watch "If I wasn't working I would bang the arse off you now and see who is the bitch". They both laughed causing a few people to turn looking at them "Harry promise me you will call if you need to talk" Adam said. Harry nodded "I will, it helps knowing you I can talk to someone if I need to" he said. Moham was not surprised by the news and pleased that Harry was starting meds straight away. He was somewhat annoyed that Simon had done it again to someone he took there. Harry though felt kind of relieved, on the whole he was quite positive about it but still checked in with Adam later that day and over the weekend. He settled in to his new job with Adam as promised mentoring him until he was settled, gradually he took over managing Moham's diary and casting his eye over documents before running through them with Moham. He fitted in well but lacked a passport so he couldn't go on the first business trip and Elspeth lorded it up over Harry rubbing his nose in it when she had the chance. Harry half expected to be bent over the desk in Moham's office frequently but he was astute enough to know that business was business. He made great progress on the management trainee programme and really loved his job. The one thing Harry never got was bored, Moham had such a variety of companies and a complex diary that Elspeth couldn't really manage it effectively. After a month and just before 5pm Harry walked out of his office to do his last task of the day to run through Moham's diary for the following day. Harry went through his appointments and explained he had moved two meetings to the morning putting him on a back to back run of meetings but it freed up his afternoon to catch up on other business. Moham scratched his beard "How did you manage that Harry?" he asked looking surprised. "A little juggling" Harry replied "It means you have meetings all morning..." started saying. "Brilliant" Moham said putting his diary down "you certainly know what your doing". Harry sat there feeling a little proud "Thanks" he said and Moham looked up and smiled. "The 10am to midday meeting I would like you there I think you will learn a great deal" Moham informed him. "Yes sure" Harry replied and Moham handed a folder to him. "Read through this it will get your prepared" Moham said "and your passport has it arrived?" he asked "Should be here next week" Harry replied "am I getting my first business trip?" he asked excitedly. Moham chuckled and smiled "Yes in a few months to do with this meeting tomorrow". Moham smiled watching Harry leave, he had made the right decision with him. Harry saw Adam sat in his office waiting for him, they had bonded so well and went out for dinner two or three times a week at some fancy restaurant courtesy of Moham who sometimes came with them. Harry loved evenings out with Adam who was so easy to talk to and get along with. Sitting there he fancied Adam like crazy but for some reason he again thought of Conrad, he had no idea what he would do if he found him. In his heart he knew he was going to Hibiscus Drive and find Conrad to get an answer one way or another from him. Harry being so busy now always ended up putting it in the back of his mind.

After work today I went to the 7-Eleven on 19th St just south of M St NW in DC to get a soda. While standing in line the guy ahead of me was on the phone with his wife discussing her trouble picking their baby up at daycare that day (I could hear her even though he didn't have the phone on speaker). He hung up when he paid, and then was at the ATM while I was paying. I noticed he had a cute ass, but didn't think much else about him. We both got outside at the same time. He looked lost. He looked towards me and said that he got his directions messed up in his mind, that he was staying at the St Gregory hotel on M Street, did I know what direction that was? I was heading to the UPS Store, so I let him know I was walking in that direction. As idle talk on our way he mentioned that their baby was six weeks old and that they hadn't restarted having sex yet. To help him out he asked if I knew whether or not he could get a blowjob at Camelot on M Street. A client he was in town to see had mentioned it, but he was afraid to go because he had never done anything with anyone besides his wife. I let him know I wasn't sure, but that if he walked with me, we could go to the CVS so he could get condoms and be 100% safe just in case. After getting the condoms we walked back past his hotel and he invited me in for a beer from the minibar as a thank you. While we were sitting on the sofa in his room, I let him know that he didn't have to go to Camelot to release his built up load, that I could take care of it for him. He protested that he wasn't gay. I told him he could close his eyes and think about his wife's lips wrapped around his dick and the feeling of her tongue and hot mouth as his dick slide in and out of her lips. That had the desired effect--I could tell he wore boxers under his dress pants as a result. I reached for his crotch and whispered for him to close his eyes. As I rubbed his dick through his pants he started getting harder. I slowly opened his pants and he briefly protested that we shouldn't be doing this. I shushed him and managed to get my hand on his dick and moved off the sofa to in front of him. I began sucking on his dick while I got his shoes and pants completely off. When I started sucking on his balls he put his feet up on the coffee table behind me. While I moved between his balls, his dick and his nipples I managed to wiggle out of my clothes. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and chanting Elizabeth, his wife's name. I decided to head south and see if he had been rimmed before. Obviously not. He started rocketing off the sofa! I told him to roll over so he could take his shirt off. While he did that I grabbed the bag with the condom box and put it beside his head on the sofa. Without unbuttoning his cuffs, I pulled his shirt down to his wrists and twisted it up--cloth hand cuffs! Then I pulled his dick between his legs and sucked his knob for a couple minutes getting it nice and wet. Then I went to his balls and again to his tight little pucker. He almost broke my glasses bucking back onto my face. For about ten minutes I slobbered on his hole and slid my fingers down his crack with my fingers to gather spit for my dick and poke in just a little to loosen that tight hole. After ten minutes I went back to his dick which was drooling precum by this time. I also reached into the bag for the box of condoms, took one out, opened it, and started working a hole in the tip--just in case I got him to the point of letting me fuck him; I was optimistic. I rolled the condom down my dick and get a few deep swipes in his hole with my tongue. He was starting to loosen up just a bit. Then I licked up his spine, nibbled on his neck for a bit, and eventually stuck my tongue in his ear. While I was nibbling and tonguing his ear I started gently tapping his hole with the tip of my dick. Just enough pressure that it didn't feel any more threatening than my tongue had. I knew getting in his virgin hole would be a little more challenging, so I grabbed his shirt and slowly started pulling his "cuffed" wrists up towards his shoulder blades. Then using a little more pressure I pushed the tip of my dick into his sphincter until it broke through just enough to be painful. He jerked and said, dude, no! I had to hold his shirt tight. I also held my dick still for a few seconds and then started gently rocking the very tip of my head in his hole. The condom had slipped back enough that my precum was lubing his hole more with each little prod. And then it happened, my whole head slid in and I stopped. He was crying and squeezing his hole against my dick and rocking back and forth to pull away which was rubbing his dick on the sofa keeping him hard. After about two minutes I started pumping just a little. With each thrust his tight sphincter was squeezing more precum out of my dick. He had the sense at this point to ask if I put a condom on. Of course, I said. The precum and spit was enough that I slipped more and more of my seven inch pole into his hot hole. After getting about five inches in I started fucking him. He stopped fighting it because I was hitting his prostate and he was liking the feeling. Obviously I was enjoying the feel of raw virgin ass on my dick and went deeper with each thrust. When he was moaning in total pleasure I let his wrists go and pulled the condom completely down my shaft to get he full bareback affect. Then I pulled him away from the sofa so I could jack his dick while I fucked him with mine. We started getting close at the same time. He blew first and when he begged me to quit jerking his sensitive dick I went over the edge and buried my charged load deep inside him. I hadn't expected to get laid after work so the special treat resulted in at least fifteen major cum spasms with my balls pulled so tight they hurt. I collapsed on his back. Damn that was hot. I stopped taking my meds two months ago so I knew my viral load was high enough for an instant conversion. Thinking about that made my dick stir. Damn if I wasn't ready for another round! This time with him loosened up I started harder and got vocal, telling him I was enjoying breeding his virgin ass. Obviously he didn't know fully what I meant. I lasted a little longer and shot an even bigger load in his ass. Wonder if he'll make it to Camelot? Or if he'll find his way to Craigslist. I love when I have to go off meds. Another notch (or two with Elizabeth!) on the headboard!

I don’t care who. At this point I’m willing to pay a homeless stud $20 to bury my face in his musky crotch, suck his ripe cock clean, then drink straight with the tap. Carry his rank scent all day long.

I met him online. 21 yo bottom daddy pleaser. Dark hair and blue eyes average body. Fairly hairless. He loves to suck my cock hard and take my cock and loads up his hole. I took him to a dad bud I know. He is hairy and bearish and loves to fuck and breed like me. The three of us connected and started kissing as soon as we got into the apartment. We took our clothes off and our boy started to suck and lick both dicks. He was on the floor and sucking dick and both balls. Getting us hard and ready to fuck his hole. Daddy #2 was first to slide inside the 21 year old hole. Dad said the hole is "amazing and already wet" he pounded that ass and pumped his dick in and out. He flipped the boy on his back and was pounding him missionary with his legs and feet up in the air. My cock was dripping watching the pounding. Daddy slammed inside and started to cum. He shoved his dick deeper and deeper inside our 21 year old boy. His cock slowly came out and he moved away. The boy started to suck Daddy #2 to clean off his cock. I took my place at the boys ass hole. My cock was throbbing with excitement. I slid inside. A warm wet hole. My favorite. I started to fuck boy as he was sucking the other daddy. I banged his hole hard. Boy was moaning and groaning with pleasure. I slammed his hole with my cock as it expanded and I shot a huge cum load deep inside. Daddy took my place and was playing with boy hole and I got sucked and cleaned. This happened several times and after 3 hours of fucking and breeding I had dropped 4 loads deep inside. We parted ways and agreed to do it again soon!

Long time lurker, first time poster. This year I have started cruising a local park that's known for this. I've already sucked lots of cocks young and old in just a couple of months but hadn't been able to get more than two loads in one visit. Yesterday changed that, I sucked four cocks and got three loads, the first guy said he couldn't cum. The next three gave me their loads in my mouth and I loved every drop. I used to be all about taking loads in the ass but now I'm just finding myself to be a cocksucking cumslut. Just wanted to share.

My housemate has asked a permission to let his newly homeless straight bud to stay in the living room and after meeting him, i agreed. He was a construction worker, average looking and in his late 30s. He's been out of job for 4 months. Days after staying here, we talk and get to know him more and our conversation has extended more into, he fucks women and some feminine guys. So, I made a comment that i wont get a chance since im neither lol he laughed and joke that if i get him few cans of beers and put on a skirt and wigs, he may consider. My housemate is pretty feminine but found out they are just friends, never had sex with each other. However, my housemate is trying to get into his pants for sure. It is more than 2 weeks since he moved in and he didnt go out. My room is next to the living room, heard him watching porn and jo many times, it makes me horny. So, i decided to interrupt him when he started to watch porn on his phone, I walked out of the room to get beer and offered him one and i went back to my room. I got so horny after drinking beer, listening to him stroking while watching porn. I lubed myself and play with my toys. Then, I interrupted him again and this time, i left 2 cans of beers for him and went back to my room and start applying fruity lotion on my body, put on pantyhose and a short skirt, walked out of the room again topless. I stood in front of him "do you like my outfit?" with my back facing him, I bend over and laughed. "to bad i don't have any wigs. When I'm about to leave, he said "let me see". I approached him, sat on his lap, hand around his shoulder. his hand touched my leg and move under my skirt and he lower me on the couch and kissed me as he grabbed my ass cheek, explored until he discovered a butt plug in my ass, he pull it out to leave it on the floor. he whispered on my ear "this toy is too small, wanna use mine?" without wasting time, we cuddle up on the couch to kiss. We were both desperate, without wasting much time, he pushed into my hungry hole to fuck and breed me good. We fell asleep on the couch but he woke me up in the middle of the night of his hard cock ready to plow. i lift up my leg to give access as his soft tongue in my mouth, he fucked me again.

I finally got some time to host the other day. I have been emailing my 2 regular guys but with the shutdowns and no time alone we haven't been able arrange . One guy lives close and the other lives about 45 minutes from me, that one has been playing with me the longest and we have really gotten into some real anal kink. We are all descrete and have partners or married, and all go bareback I only had about an hour so I contacted the guy close and he came over, I assumed my favorite position, on my stomach. He stripped climbed on and rubbed his cock up an down my Crack, eventually getting into a position over me that had him sliding over my excited hole, I was making sounds like a whore in heat, which I was. He finally pointed his thick cock at my ass and started pushing in. It had been a while so I was tight, tighter that I thought I would be. It hurt while he was splitting my ass open. I didn't mind alot because I was really in need. He finally got in and I loosened up so he started pumping. Hitting all the sensitive spots inside, I was yelping like a pig, moaning and groaning. He knows that I make noise and if he thinks he is hurting me do it again to make sure, usually it is me enjoying the fucking. He pumped for about 10 minutes and told me he was getting very close, this was the first ass he had for months and he hadn't jerked for over a week. He held me down and pushed deep. He hit the inside ring , I groaned and felt him pulse and shoot in my guts. He shot a few big spurts and I started milking his cock with my inner ass muscles, he loves that feeling, I usually squeeze my ass cheeks to increase his pleasure. He started to slowly pull out and pulsed a couple more times, I felt it and squeezed my ass muscles again, he pulled out completely, I tightened up to keep his cum in my cunt. I stood up and felt his cum Dripping out and down my legs, I pride myself on keeping the cum in me but this was such a big load it seeped out. I walked around feeling the slimey feeling between my cheeks, I don't feel that often but when it does it really turns me on, or in this case I grabbed a toy, shoved it up my ass and jerked off

Personally, if someone writes me a message where some effort has gone into it (eg it is not just "hi" "oi" or "I'm bored") then I'll reply as I'd hope people would treat me the same way. Knowing how to put someone off without upsetting their feelings is a good life skill to acquire. If they've opened with a compliment but I'm not interested I'll thank them but not reciprocate, and if they persist I'm honest about not being interested. Not responding is something I am not comfortable with because if I am on the receiving end of a <no response> then I don't know why. Should I try again another day? I don't know. But the thing that comes across as the most cowardly response to a friendly message is blocking the sender totally. Sometimes I get a message on one of the apps and log in to read it - but because you appear online everyone thinks you're available now, so you then get a bunch of taps, oinks and messages... usually just a simple "just checking messages, and not looking to meet now. I'll be in touch another time when I'm free" keeps it positive and doesn't burn bridges.

Fuck, that was HOT! I'm wondering if this is what I'm going to have to resort to in order to convert. I wouldn't mind at all -I'll let anyone breed me, why not a prostitute? Would be awesome if there was more to this story. Maybe he doesn't want to wait until he gets tested so he gets another room and rents a couple more guys? Maybe he's so desperate he gets a couple of homeless guys after the prostitutes do him?

When I have managed to have a conversation with people about this topic, the consensus seems to be that no response is the polite way to show non-interest whereas saying something negative is an aggressive "how dare you speak to me" sort of response. Honestly, I think it is a "not interested but don't want to burn bridges" response. At 11:30, you aren't good enough for them, but at 2:15, you might do.

The problem with internet etiquette is that there isn't any. Add to that the fact that most app users have an attention span somewhere between a chipmunk and a squirrel and you end up with a lot of dead end conversations. For example, here are a few of my more memorable conversations: New Message: “Hi” Me: “Hi” New Message: **crickets** I send a couple messages back and forth with a guy who contacts me to fuck. Just as we're setting a meet, replies stop. Three days later I get a message saying: “Sorry, a friend messaged me and asked if I wanted to fuck.” I go to pee and grab something from the kitchen. When I get back to my comp I find a message that says: “Hi”. It's followed by 4 more messages in quick succession berating me for not answering his first message. It's late and I'm ready to log off and go to bed. I get a message from someone who looks interesting. We set up a quick meet and then he says: “It's getting kind of late. I think I'm going to go to sleep.” I log onto a site just to check messages and get a guy messaging me to fuck. I tell him I'm just checking messages. He keeps bugging me to let him fuck me. I tell him I'm not interested in meeting. He asks, “Why not?” Now annoyed, I say: “I don't think you're cute.” He says: “My mother thinks I'm cute.” Me: “Then go fuck your mother.” So, you're not the only one who gets annoyed by messaging or lack of responses. I just ignore the ones who ignore me.

The next few days were much tamer for Oliver. Doug knew giving the boy a rest would work up his appetite for more cock, and chems. the little itch in his tight toxic pussy would need to get scratched eventually. days passed before the boy got a text from the kind older man who had so lovingly shepherded him into his role as a cumdump, inviting him to a party with some nice friends. Oliver knew this certainly meant more drugs, and more cock, and for the first time his cock began to throb at the prospect of filling his pussy. Stripping his clothes off he revealed his newfound form, his perky nipples standing at attention, his semihard cock glistening with its new jewelery, and his smooth curved hips tapering to highlight his tight cheeks and brand new tattoo. turning away from the mirror he spread his ass and gazed at the sight before him. what was once a little boyhole had been shaped, moulded, and stretched to a beautiful pink boypussy by Dougs bloated cock. on command, his hole would open eagerly for even the biggest pricks with no problem at all, enveloping them in Olivers sensual lips and warm moistness that he knew even Doug couldnt resist. reaching to the sink, he pumped a glob of lotion into his hand and gently worked it into his hole. the beautiful pussy was the center of his world now, and he made sure to keep it supple and perfect as doug has intended. "oh yesssss" he hissed as he slipped a greasy digit into himself. The boys slender little fingers would never be enough, but teasing his hole was enough to make his undersized prick drool a little stream of precum which he eagerly scooped up and sucked off his fingers. He couldnt wait to see doug. pulling into the driveway of the large stately home he walked anxiously to the door. "its a pool party, so just be yourself" he reassuringly repeated as he rang the doorbell. "Ollie??" it was the nice nurse from the clinic, wrapped in towel and grinning eagerly. "yeah!" he chirped, as the two hugged. "come on in sweetie the party is in the back." Oliver admired the ornate foyer and kitchen as Trey turned back to slip off his towel and reveal his nude form. "ok hun, clothes off..." he instructed, as ollie took off his shirt and shorts and paused for a moment. "I-i brought swimtrunks" he bashfully confessed as trey grinned. "its okay baby. This party is special so there are a few rules. If you have a boypussy you dont need to wear anything at all. its so much more comfortable." Oliver shrugged and shucked off the remainder of his clothes. "Oh ollie its beautiful!" Trey gushed as he took the boys cock in his hand and admired the ring. "oh before I forget you need some medicine first baby. something to make this party lots of fun." Trey stepped to the table and produced a handful of pills and a strange plastic syringe. "eat the tasty pills baby, this one goes in here." trey grazed his finger across Olivers hole and elicited a groan of pleasure. "wowee someones ready for some cock." Ollie grabbed a bottle of water off the countertop and gulped the pills, taking note of the strange aftertaste for a moment as Trey knelt down to face the boys hole. "open wide for me ollie" Trey lapped at the boys sweet pink pussy as he braced himself, groaning, against a chair. "here comes the medicine baby" Trey tucked the nozzle of the syringe into the boys glistening hole and squirted him full as he stood up. "ohmygod! ah! fuck that stings!!" Ollie jumped and squirmed as the copious bump went to work inside him and trey burst into laughter. Just as soon as the comedic performance began, ollie slowed, bearing his teeth as his breathing became labored. "Trey holy shit" he whispered, fondling his dribbling cock. "I know ollie ive got some in me too. It makes your pussy really hungry." Lets go meet some nice big men! Ollie surveyed the yard. About a dozen men and a few that looked similar to him, all mingling in various states of undress, but no sign of doug. "Ollie" he felt a mans hot breath on his neck as he spun around to face Joseph. "hey! did you see doug?" Ollie walked as he was led by the leather clad pig to a minibar. "oh hes upstairs taking care of some business, but! im sure he would want to make sure youre having a very good time." Joseph reached to tie the boys arm with a length of paracord. as he loaded a fresh point. "hows that little dick baby? is it feeling better?" Oliver thought it strange Joseph cared. He hardly thought about anything but his pussy anymore. Why would anyone care about his prick? "Good" he sighed, wincing as the needle entered his skin. "thats good baby. Its so pretty now." Ollie jeered as Joseph finished his shot and unwrapped his arm. "I dont care. id rather get fu--oohhh" the boy stopped midsentence as the powerful narcotic coursed through him. "all better now ollie? ready for a little fun?" Josephs words echoed in his head as he grinned a dopey smile. "here ollie, hop up on my lap and sit on my cock. Ive got a nice big load for your pretty pussy. Ive been craving that little pink cunt all week." Joseph fisted a glob of lube into his thick tool as the intoxicated boy lumbered up to face the man eye to eye. There was a primal hunger in Olivers eyes, a look that Joseph had never seen. Oliver reached down to aim the mans prick and in one quick movement, drove the entire length into his guts. "So fucking good inside" the boy spat, bracing his hands on Josephs broad shoulders and pounding himself mercilessly. "Oh god ollie that hole...its fucking...its amazing. baby we need to slow down or im gonna pop" Ollie lifted almost entirely off the mans oozing cock and looked him square in the eyes as he slammed himself mercilessly back down, a gutteral groan escaping his pursed lips as days of pent up cream drooled uncontrollably out of his cock. "holy shit" Joseph whispered as ollie continued as if he had never cum. "do you like my hole?" ollie mumbled. "god baby yes its incredible." Joseph panted, watching ollie scoop his seed into his cupped hand and dribble it into his mouth, not skipping so much as a beat while working the thick cock inside him. "cum in it" Ollie grunted. "cum in me I know you want to. do it." Joseph just lolled his head back and groaned as his balls drew close. "you cant fight it my pussy makes doug cum every time. " Feeling a big firm hand on his shoulder Ollie turned to see Doug in a bathrobe. "it sure does ollie" Doug smiled. "Dont be rude now Joseph Ollies right. That holes going to suck up all your seed no matter how slow you think you wanna go. Give the boy a load." It was all too much for Joseph as Ollie reached back to feel his balls. "c-cumming" he grunted as Ollie grined, rolling his hips and stirring the man meat inside him. "yesss thats it." Ollie Felt the familiar pulse of a mans thick hard tool inside him and sighed in relief. Finally, a load in him. He felt himself relax a little as he wrapped his arms around Josephs fit chest, laying his head on the pigs shoulder and breating the intoxicating musk from his armpit, embracing him and gently milking him dry.

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

"Are you sure you want do to this?" asked the hot Latino, Juan, while his huge rock hard cock teased Bryan's neg hole. "Yeah, it's cool," Bryan replied. Although he was thinking "What the hell am I doing?! He's poz?! I can't do this!" However, the slim toned body and huge cock he felt teasing his ass were too much for him to refuse. "Last chance to say no. Once I enter, I lose control and I won't be able to pull out," Juan warned. He didn't wait for a response though, he just slid his already wet cock into Bryan's hole and slowly pushed in. Even though Bryan gave Juan a sloppy blowjob, there was still quite a bit of resistance as Juan slowly pushed in. Bryan felt a stab of pain as Juan slowly entered him and Bryan whispered "go slow." Juan ignored the remark. He knew the only way to get his big tool into this tight hole was to be persistent. Bryan clenched his teeth as he felt the first inch enter him. His ass felt like it was on fire as Juan continued to shove the rest of his cock into him. Once Juan got half of it in, he gave a forceful jab until he was completely inside Bryan. Bryan grabbed Juan's thighs as he reached behind him to try and push Juan out a bit while he grimaced with pain. Juan, however could not be stopped. With Bryan face down and ass up, Juan was determined to use this twink's smooth ass and not stop until Bryan took his load. In a few moments, Bryan got used to the huge cock inside him as Juan pushed his cock in and out. "Oh fuck yeah!" Bryan exclaimed as waves of pleasure poured through him. Then, he remembered that Juan was poz, and terror crept in once again. "Wait!" Bryan shouted. "I changed my mind! Pull out!" Juan kept fucking Bryan as deep as he could and ignored the comment. Rather Juan picked up his pace and shoved his cock in so hard and fast that Bryan couldn't even form another word. The shock, and mixture of pleasure, pain and fear was too overwhelming that Bryan couldn't even speak. Juan felt his load building and knew he was about to come any moment. "That's right, take my cock. You know you want it," Juan demanded. Bryan couldn't think straight. He couldn't say no because it felt so good, but conflicted by the thought of the big poz cock unloading inside of him. His mouth was again forming the word "No," but his brain betrayed him and all he could say was "Fuck." Despite the fear, his cock remained rock-hard and he felt himself getting close to cumming. On the cusp of unloading in Bryan's ass, Juan answered "Fuck is right!" simultaneously drilling as hard and deep as he could with each thrust, and then muttering "Take my poz load you slut!" as his huge load deep into Bryan's ass. "Oh no!" Bryan wanted to pull himself away, but found himself jacking off and blowing a load moments later when he felt Juan's hot jizz filling him up. Juan pulled out and quickly dressed while Bryan's head was spinning and trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions and sensations that ran a muck through his brain. "I told you. There's no pulling out." Juan dead-panned, and then unceremoniously left the apartment.

In the days before apps and we cruised in bars, you’d make eye contact and if they weren’t interested they’d just look away - you’d immediately get the message, and vice versa of course. I guess the not responding on apps/sites is the cyber equivalent but feels starker because there isn’t that visual body language. In that respect, that’s why I personally like the taps on Grindr or the Woofs on Scruff. It’s an ice breaker, and I’m not sure why so many guys clutch their pearls and have an attack of the vapours like a Dowager Duchess over them. But each to their own. I try to reply to every (I should be so lucky...) message I get. But sometimes life just intervenes and some messages slip through the cracks. The only messages that I purposefully ignore are those that come from those who quite clearly haven’t read my profile. For instance, my Scruff profile is concise but quite clearly states “if you use “clean” to describe your or anyone else’s status I will ignore you” And yet I STILL get hit on my guys who describe themselves as “clean”. And they, I’m afraid, can sod off.

There's something about a man with a sweaty/musky hole that makes my mouth water and given my long tongue, I can give men maximum pleasure, even rimming to climax on occasion. I've earned the nickname RIMBO!

When I'm at the sauna I know I shouldnt, I know its risky to rim strangers, but in the heat of the moment and assisted by poppers I just cannot resist it! If there's no one topping I just love to rim those other guys who are offering up their holes to all and sundry, the grubby ones are even hotter to eat when I'm poppered up!

was just walking down the street last night after taking a few loads in some guys house from 4 guys who were partying when a guy came up to me and said "hi slut. wanna come give me a blowjob?" I said sure. so he got me to go down an alley to a doorway and stood in the doorway, pulled down his zipper and said "okay get on your knees and suck my cock" but he did it in a way that I was still out in the alley, kneeling in what smelled like piss.no idea who he was but he seemed to know me cause he was talking about what a slut I am and how he would fuck me if I wasn't "dirty".he also said "I'm glad I ran into you. I was feeling horny and I know you're easy as fuck. knowing you your pussy is probably full of fresh cum. it took about 5 minutes to suck him off. rewarded with a big, thick 3 day load. he said "thanks cocksucker" zipped up and left.

I was bullied a ton in school by older boys and they called me faggot/sissy/queer/homo... it hurt at first but I came across some straight worship blogs and groups and realized they were just telling me my place. i wish I could track my bullies down and thank them lol

Opening My Boy Up after A Few Months Last year, due to some crazy work circumstances, we decided to take some time off from sex with other guys. We’d jerk each other off, and I’d rim and blow him, but his hole was basically closed for business for a few months, even to me. He just wasn’t feeling very sexy at all and wasn’t in the mood to get fucked by me or by anyone else. I love sharing him with other guys, especially hung guys, most especially hung guys who will play raw and will breed him. I just love sliding into his hole after it’s been opened up and stretched out and filled up. One night before falling asleep, I got him onto his knees, ass up, and I ate him good, forcing three fingers into his ass with plenty of spit. It made me precum buckets, so I was smearing that from my cock to my fingertips and greasing him up with that. I slapped my bare cock on his crack thinking he might let me fuck him, but he wriggled away. As he flipped onto his back, he kept his legs spread, he pulled me up to his face, and he kissed me hard as he jammed three or four fingers into his now-hungry hole. “Babe, why don’t we find a really slutty celebratory way of opening me up for use again, and soon?” I kissed him back and told him I’d come up with something. We jerked each other off, as he told me about missing fresh loads in his cunt. He told me he missed getting bred by guys who might be POZ and came instantly. I lapped his load off of his chest and tongued it into his asshole. He whimpered and told me he was looking forward to tomorrow night. The next morning, I went to work. I fired up S**** and G***** and saw who was online. I chatted with a few regular guys we’d hooked up with. I messaged three who were close to my office, one of whom was POZ and usually undetectable, but had let his meds regime slip, and three who were close to our house, one of whom was POZ and never on meds. At my lunchbreak, I waited on the corner. My three buddies showed up within about five minutes of each other. They each went to the bathroom before heading to meet me and jerked off a fresh cumload into a styrofoam cup and brought it with them. I’d stopped by a coffee shop and grabbed a carboard cup holder. I collected their loads and poured them all into the same cup. There must have been nearly an inch of seed in that cup. I wrote my boy’s name on it and put it in the staff kitchen in the fridge. Before leaving for the day, I texted my boy and suggested that he take a long hot shower and get rinsed out really good. On the way home, I swung by our favorite porn shop. I bought a new bottle of poppers, a clear plastic anal syringe, and a nice thick 10” dildo. While I was there, I went into the booths and knelt in front of a gloryhole. I only needed to wait a few moments before a juicy tan dick came through the hole. I sucked him off as well as I could. Just before he was about to shoot his load, I grabbed my styrofoam cup full of seed and he shot his load into it. I stayed on my knees and had sucked two more strange dicks before firing my own load into the cup. It was now at least an inch a half deep, and three of those loads I didn’t ask status… When I got to our neighborhood, I waited on the corner and messaged the three guys close to our apartment. Two of them brought cups with their fresh cum in it. Leaning over a garbage can, I poured their cum into the cup. The last guy, the unmedicated one, showed up and said, ‘I couldn’t cum just by jerking off, man. Let’s go back in that alley and you can suck it out of me.’ I’d already blown three strangers for their seed, so what was one more? I followed the guy back behind a stack of filthy mattresses and got on my knees. The guy whipped out his uncut POZ cock and slapped it on my face. I sucked his cock as deeply as I could and let his balls slap against my chin. The guy rewarded me with a mouthful of POZ cum which I spit into the cup. It was now at least two inches full of cloudy white ball juice. When I got back to our house, my boy was still in the shower. I went to the kitchen sink and rinsed out the new syringe and filled it full of cum. With the last guys’ loads there, it was warm to the touch and full. I hid the cum-loaded syringe and dildo under my pillow and joined my boy in the bathroom. I climbed in the shower, and we made out as I fingered his hole. Under the showerhead, I knelt down onto the tiles and let him bend over and spread his cheeks. I lapped at his ass and forced in a few fingers. I told him he was in for a fun risky evening. He asked if I’d invited anyone over, to which I replied, ‘no…’ He wondered aloud how risky it could be then without any special guests. I just winked. We toweled dry and tumbled into the bed. I presented him with the fresh poppers and he took a big hit. My boy buried his face in his pillow as I reached for the syringe. I squirted a good amount onto my fingers and worked three inside his ass, still too tight and too dry to accept the dildo, but warming up very quickly. I forced in more cum and got four fingers inside my boy, really opening him up. I pulled out the dildo and teased his hole with it. I squirted more seed onto that dildo and forced the head into him. He moaned and looked over his shoulder at me, begging for more. As more and more slipped inside his quivering pussy, I kept squirting more and more of the guys’ cum onto the shaft. I finally got the dildo balls deep in him and flipped my boy over onto his back. I was leaking precum as my boy moaned taking every inch of that long fat dildo. I let my precum drip onto it and forced it inside his ass over and over again. When I knew I was about to cum, I held up the syringe. He looked curiously at it as I squirted the last of the fresh cum onto my own drooling cock. I pulled out the dildo and slapped my dick against his now-gaping hole. His lips were puffy and red streaked with the cloudy cream of many men. I grabbed my cock by the root and drove it all the way inside him. As inch after inch sunk into my boy’s hole, I told him where all the cum came from. He moaned in approval, especially knowing that I’d coaxed out at least one POZ load just for him in a filthy alley. Fucking my boy felt so good. He was so wet and opened up that I could barely feel the walls of his pussy. I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and managed to shotgun my cock and hand into his sloppy cunt. Feeling all that spooge squelch and slosh around really got me close. My boy had been huffing the whole time and held the bottle up to my mouth. I took a deep breath and rode the high as I shot ropes of cream into my boy’s cummy guts. At exactly the same time, my boy shot his own load all over his belly without even touching himself. I collapsed onto him and we furiously made out as I rammed my fingers in and out of his stretched-out chute telling him that he’d been bred by at least nine guys’ sperm. I had my boy spread his ass wide and took a few snaps of his gaping well-bred hole to send to the guys kind enough to help open my boy up for the first time in months.

I think this is my first BZ post maybe. I have begun dipping my toe into being gay, after being “straight” and married for a long time. As a black man I can tell you it’s difficult to find not just porn but play that fits my desires. I’ve always identified as a bottom before experimenting and when I secretly watched gay videos while married. I’m masculine, straight acting and fairly handsome, but on Grindr it’s crickets because I list as a bottom. I see all these posts and stories about married straight men being desirable but no takers for me, except for people begging me to top them. I simply have no interest. I joked with a gay guy I know who’s black that I AM NOT A FETISH. LOL. That’s what I feel like sometimes, though, a fetish. Everybody wants BBC but not when it’s attached to a bottom. As for porn, I literally have searched for hours for decent, high-quality porn with sexy, masculine black bottoms with, say, white and Asian men, but such porn is almost impossible to find. So here I am, an anal virgin, not for a lack of trying, who can’t even find decent video to jerk off to. LOL please somebody make some good porn with white and Asian dicks breeding some black ass!

I have taken a piece out of a story I wrote a while back. A lot of content is from my own experiances..Enjoy..... On the one side there were rooms off on each side, with monitors offering porn, a larger porn theatre space at the end, and on the other side, dim openings leading into darker rooms that had a rubber doorway. I decided if nothing was happening there, then it would be time to leave, I jumped nervously, I felt a hand reaching for my thigh, undoing my towel, pulling my cock out of my jockstrap and a hot mouth engulfed my dick and with that touch and mouth, it made me gasp. I sniffed poppers deeply and felt naked men, mix of hairy smooth, hard dicked men pushing me through the Rubbery door. I was in complete darkness, poppers kicking in, what was this room? Hands, mouths on me, men trying to kiss me, my nipples being pulled. I could not see anyone or anything, it was so Fucking DARK.., I felt genuinly scared, I felt my Jockstrap being pulled off me, i tried to resist, I had had too much poppers, what was happening?? I felt that I had floated into this darkened pit. I kissed a bearded mouth back who had invaded my mouth with his tongue, ge held me in the dark by my throat whilst I was being groped, sucked, arse cheeks being pulled open, totally violated.......

It’s not one of the services I offer. There are simply too many hazards associated with rimming for someone like me with a compromised immune system to risk it. That, and I’m one of those who can never quite forget about the primary function of that orifice if it came to applying my tongue to it. That’s also why I’m thorough about cleanout - there are men who seem to just love eating ass and don’t hesitate to dive into mine, so I try to make sure I’m as clean as possible for them. The minute they start it flips my in-heat switch, and I can’t really think about anything else until they stop.

Awesome that you started another story!

I work my tongue as far up as I can. I have yet to not work any guy up. My favorite thing is for hardcore tops to squirm as I'm plowing my tongue in and out of their holes like they're loose sluts

Many of you probably know who the German Patient is but for those of you who don't he is Tim Brown, first person to be cured of HIV. Tim had two bone marrow transplants to treat leukemia. It ended up getting rid of his HIV, bonus, and catapulted him to international fame. He has his own Wikipedia page so look him up. Unfortunately the leukemia came back a third time and he is not doing well. There is no more that can be done to treat the cancer. I share this news because our community should know we could soon be losing a gay icon. I personally know Tim. He is brave and kind and a wonderful person. Tim travelled the world telling his story and advocating for HIV awareness. Also Tim is a sexually liberal person. He believes in the right to sexual self expression, whatever form that takes. He is great to talk with and it felt good to be able to talk with him candidly about my bareback preferences. I don't want to tread on his privacy at a critical time like this but I want all you guys to know about him and what is happening.

I’m not sure there’s a universal sense of “rude” online anymore. Rules of civil discourse have been so hamstrung by anonymity and so butchered by linguistic codification and shorthanding that people simply no longer tend to conceptualize that a flesh-and-blood human being is attached to that profile on the other end. I get a lot of the types of interactions that @funpozbottom lists above (though no one yet who has claimed that his mother thinks he’s cute). I find particularly annoying those who get angry when you don’t reply to them instantly; I simply don’t text that quickly. I also dislike the ones that lead off with “How are you?” or worse, “Sup” - these are empty un-questions that are themselves rude in a way because they open a conversation but throw the responsibility for generating interest onto the person being contacted. Truthfully, though, I’m not bothered when men don’t reply because I approach my attempts at contact more like advertising a service. I let them know where I am and what I’m good for, and if they’re interested they’ll make themselves known. If not, they won’t. I don’t find it rude that many of them don’t respond; you can’t be offended unless you decide to be.

Could be lots of reasons. Sometimes, it doesn't go well - "It's because I'm X, isn't it? You Y's are all alike" and then the turner-down has to defend that he's not anti-X, which drags out the interaction. So to avoid the possibility of that kind of reaction, they just say nothing at all. Also: if you are anything less than 100% adamant that you're not interested, there's a population of folks who treat that as a challenge, to get you to say yes instead. Women face this kind of thing all the time from straight men, only they're socialized (or at least used to be/some still are) to give in, to give the guy a chance, blah blah blah. Straightforward, honest answers work better, as you know, but not everyone is comfortable giving them, and lots of others are willing to exploit that.

Yeah, it happens all the time...

Dragon on Fire I got back and finished up the rest of my work day, getting a little distracted now and then when I'd get a whiff of the cum from my sweaty cock along with the general sweat smell. It was intoxicating and I decided to bask in the aroma until the next morning's shower. The only issue was that it kept my dick partially hard and when I thought about how tight Sanjiv's ass felt around my cock it got fully hard. I'd never seen him naked and I tried to piece together what he might look like laying on the bed naked with his tightly bound boyfriend watching me fuck him. His brown skin covered in a pelt of black hair, probably neatly trimmed like his facial hair but still proudly displayed. His hard cock dripping his newly charged precum out of his long, thin dick. His legs pulled back as I shoved my cock back into his ass while his helpless boyfriend gasped. Shaking my head and getting up to get another glass of whiskey, I told myself to stop obsessing with him and to move on like I used to do. How was I getting so lucky this time? When I was toxic the last time, most of the guys I found who were willing to fuck were already poz and few of the neg ones were as hot as the guys I was finding this time. I rattled through the list of recent guys and wondered how they were doing and if their body had accepted the gift I gave them. College boy was easy and I knew what happened. Even better, he seemed to be embracing his new status with enthusiasm. But what about the guy in the laundry room? I hadn't seen him online at all and wondered if he got freaked by getting bred by a stranger and was now back to being a safe guy and not hooking up with the apps. The older guy had been so eager and now was invisible. There was the artist too. He didn't care if he got knocked up just as long as he got fucked hard and filled with some stranger's seed. From the collage that he showed me, he didn't usually fuck guys more than once, but I didn't know for sure and hadn't seen him online again since the day we hooked up. The whiskey was gone and it was time to stop reminiscing about what might have happened. I went to bed and slept soundly, remembering just a few bits of my dreams. When I woke, my dick was it's usual wooden pole it took a while to go down. A shower, coffee and some breakfast later, I was back at work until lunchtime. It had only been 4 days in a row, but I felt like I should be heading back to the pharmacy to drop another load in Sanjiv, but I'd told him that was it unless he somehow escaped my bug. I made lunch and sat down on the couch and surfed while I ate. I had barely loaded the set of cruising sites on my web browser when I got a message on one. Flipping over to the tab, it was from Dragonboy. "Cool, either him or his cousin is horny and wants to hookup again" I thought. That quickly changed when I read his message. "My cousin is sick right now. Are you responsible?" the message read. The message sounded more like one of Dragonboy's messages and not his cousin's. "Covid?" I replied, playing a little dumb but understanding what he was hinting at. "No, but some of the symptoms are similar. Did you give him something?" he asked again. "A few loads of cum, just like you. How are u feeling?" I replied. "Fuck. He's poz isn't he?" Dragonboy quickly sent back. I really didn't want to have this conversation over IM and I wasn't sure that I wanted it face to face either. Taking a deep breath, I sent back "Be there in 5." With the laptop closed, I put the rest of my lunch in the fridge and pulled on some sweat pants. I put on my mask and ran down the stairs to his condo. Dragonboy opened the door on the second knock and glared at me. He looked sexy standing there in only a pair of track pants and no mask, but I knew he was pissed. It wasn't a "I'm going to kill you" glare, but a "what the fuck did you do" glare, so I went inside. I followed him into the bedroom and saw his cousin laying on the bed with a sheen of sweat all over his naked body. His cousin turned his head and smiled weakly back at me before saying "Sorry no now." "You didn't answer my question. How are YOU feeling?" I asked Dragonboy. "Who the fuck cares. My family is going to kill me when they find out" he replied, clearly irritated. "Why do they need to know? There's no need to broadcast it. Do it on a 'need to know' basis. Unless you're planning on him getting a big biohazard tattoo. Then it would be pretty obvious." I paused and then added "Actually, done right that might look pretty hot on him. You should take him to your tat guy. He needs some ink" I said, grinning back at Dragonboy. He shook his head and then glared back at me again. "I guess. No one in the family knows he likes cock, so I guess its just another secret" Dragonboy said somberly. "Is this from fucking with you?" he asked after a few moments. "I wasn't the only one fucking him. He seemed to be getting some other action too" I replied. "No. You're the only one. Your friend too" he answered. "Ask him. He shouldn't have to hide it from you anymore, now that you know he's gay" I told him. Even with a language I didn't understand, I could hear the pain in the cousin's voice as they talked. He was hurting as his body fought a futile battle. I didn't see a rash, but most of his glands were swollen and he obviously ached and had a fever. "Damn, you're right. I guess he's been hooking up more than I knew. I'm sorry to accuse you. I thought you and your buddy were the only ones..." he said when they were done. "It doesn't mean it wasn't us. What is he going to do when he recovers? Is he a bottom or versatile?" I asked with a wink. Dragonboy gave me a confused look and then looked back to his cousin. After a short discourse with his cousin, Dragonboy chuckled and told me "He's a bottom for westerners but is a top for other Chinese guys." A grin slowly grew over my face "Maybe we need to find a few Chinese guys for him to fuck, but I think any true bottom would want to take a hot load or two from him too." It took a moment but Dragonboy realized what I was talking about. At first he looked a little shocked that I would suggest it and then I saw him try and hide his growing cock and knew the idea turned him on. There was a long pause and I was trying to decide whether to take the opportunity to leave or to take advantage of the situation. As usual for anything related to sex, my little head did the thinking and I moved closer to Dragonboy. His face said WTF, but he didn't say anything out loud. I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him over to the bed. My cock was straining at the trunks I had on under my sweats and I leaned in and said "Get on all fours and start sucking your cousin." He pushed his trackies down and climbed on the bed. He hung his bare ass off the edge, but it was obvious he wasn't sure about the second part of my instructions. I got it, for some people, family is off limits but I thought it would look hot. I pushed my sweats and trunks down and then cleared my throat. That was all the encouragement he needed and he leaned forward. Not a word was said but Dragonboy gave his cousin a gesture and soon he was in position with the cousin's legs spread on either side of Dragonboy's body. The cousin had a worried look on his face as Dragonboy's mouth engulfed his partially hard shaft. He slowly started to suck and I dripped several gobs of spit on Dragonboy's hole. A little more got used to slick up my dick and a minute later I was pushing my bare cock into Dragonboy once again. It felt warm and tight around my shaft and got even warmer from the friction of my barely lubed cock in his tight chute. A couple dozen strokes later, my precum had added some additional wetness and I was able to start thrusting harder. Looking down, the cousin was now propped up by some pillows and had both of his hands on either side of Dragonboy's head. It was hard to tell if he was pushing Dragonboy's head down on his cock or whether in his weakened state he was just doing what came natural when a guy was sucking his cock and gently guiding his mouth down. I was doing my best to help, since each forward thrust pushed Dragonboy's body down on his cousin's shaft. It had been a long time since I had felt Dragonboy's mouth on my dick, but I did remember he was an outstanding cocksucker with little gag reflex. His cousin's cock was smaller than mine, but the six inches of fuckstick was a nice surprise for a small framed guy. Dragonboy's face was bouncing off his cousin's trimmed black pubes and both seemed to be moaning. I was drilling him over and over with long strokes and I almost thought we could go on for hours like this. But, I rarely stay in one position for a long period of time when I fuck and this was no different. I wanted more leverage and to pound him harder. I leaned forward and initially used his shoulders to brace myself. We fucked like this for a few minutes and then I moved my right hand to the back of Dragonboy's neck. My hand wrapped around the back of it, gripping him tightly and I then started to fuck his face on to his cousin's dick as my hips pumped into his now loose and sloppy hole. I looked at the cousin and his eyes were closed and moans were emanating from his mouth. He was still covered with sweat but it didn't seem to bother him and a smile had started to form on his face. The pleasure was hiding any pain he had at the moment. The moans turned to grunts and I saw him buck his hips up a few times. He collapsed on to his back and grunted a few times before shoving his hips up when the orgasm hit. I forced Dragonboy's face down as hard as I could and let his cousin flood his throat with what might be his first toxic load. The sight didn't help me extend my fuck much longer and when the cousin stopped writhing, I began to hammer Dragonboy's ass. Pulling him off his cousin's spent cock, I wrapped my arm around the front of his neck. The thrusts slowed down but got more intense as I slammed balls deep into his cunt. Cum was dripping out of his mouth as he gasped out "Breed me" a few times. That was never in doubt and after a few more shoves, my cock began spewing another potent load of cum into Dragonboy's defenseless gut. He let out a contented moan as his ass filled with my spunk. When the pulses died down, I gave a couple more jabs before pulling out. Dragoboy fell forward and laid there a moment before quickly spinning around and he began licking the cum mixture off my cock and balls. He had never done this in any of our meets and it took me by surprise. A pleasant surprise. He was thorough and perfectly combined the pleasure aspect with the cleaning side. I doubt there was drop of cum left on my dick when he stopped, only a fine sheen of saliva and a still rigid cock. He leaned back and took a glance over at his cousin who was now passed out. The orgasm had sapped what little energy his body had left and now he needed to recover. I held out my hand and pulled Dragon boy off the bed and to his feet. Bending over I pulled my trunks and sweatpants up and watched him do the same. Quietly, I turned and walked out of the bedroom with Dragonboy right behind me. I stopped as soon as we were in the living room and turned around. "I... I didn't expect this to happen" he said to me. I wasn't really sure what "this" was - the fuck that we just did or his cousin getting charged up. I went with the former and replied "Yeah, me either, but it sure felt right even though the timing might make it weird." Dragonboy followed me to the door. I stopped and turned around, looking at him seriously. "Keep him hydrated and watch his fever. If it gets too high, you gotta take him in. Otherwise, just let it run its course. I heard the clinic on Kingston is doing testing by appointment now and you should take him there when he's able to get out. OK?" I told him in a hushed voice. He nodded and I turned and opened the door, walking out into the hallway. Going up the stairs, I felt strangely satisfied. My balls were empty, my cock was happy with a good workout in a great hole and best of all there was another guy wandering around with my bug inside him.

Went to my local cruise club on Sunday afternoon when they have a naked session where you have to arrive between 2.00 and 2.30pm when the doors are locked and the fun begins (actually the fucking has been on for half an hour by then as guys are at it within minutes of the doors opening). Probably over 50 guys there in the hour I stayed. Naked bodies packed the corridors, dark rooms, slings. I got fucked about 6 times and took 3 loads. To even things up I fucked about 4 guys. I put a bit of ‘Elbow Grease’ in my asshole before I arrived at the club and didn’t need to add any lube while there - once the first guy had bred me I think his cum helped the other cocks to enjoy a slippery ride.

I broke away from the cigerette tasting tongue that had invaded my mouth. What is happening to me? I had so many naked men around me, touching me forcefully and it was fuckin pitch black. What the fuck am I doing? Naked hard dicked men, these men were forcing me to bend over, I resisted, but I had no control, I was fuckin scared. I fell down, bent over, feeling squashed by sweaty bodies and feeling constantly groped, fingered and felt a hot mouth on my dick. Lots of hands, hairy and smooth bodies; naked bodies pushing and rubbing against mine. My jockstrap was gone, there must have been about 12 or more naked blokes in this small dark room. I was forcefully pushed forward and found my face between a few hard cocks that was forcing my mouth to open, trying to push my lips open, No No No,I clenched my mouth shut!!!, I was not doing that, I wanted to get out , Let me out!!!! I was fed poppers and took some deep hits of fresh strong poppers, I gave in, I sucked these cocks and gagged, some cuming in my mouth, another one, and another, just constant hard cock entering my mouth on and on. I felt my legs being pulled apart, whilst hands were stroking and feeling me, something like Lube I imagine was shoved up my wet arse from the constant rimming and fingering I had been recieving. I was so hot. I felt dizzy and felt like i was going to pass out, I stood up and said I needed to get out of here, I was ignored and instantly felt a Dick of an unknown dark figure ram up my arse, the first couple of seconds was painful killing me and I honestly felt like I was passing in and out of conciouseness, the poppers were strong and after a while I seem to come too and I felt different sizes of cocks going in and out of my arse. I need to leave this room, I shouted, I was ignored further being constantly fucked by different guys and I felt like I had been sucking every one in this cesspitt whilst iI was being multiple fucked, Someone must have gotton under me at some point and was licking all my balls and gently massaging my dick and more gentle than these other gropers, I felt so sensative, my body was tingling, my arse was burning and I was getting non stopped fucked by whoever these blokes were and he was licking the cum up from my dripping hole. I let him rim me, He then moved around and kissed me with cum from my arse into my mouth, I was feeling horny, receptive and after more poppers and sucking cock which I was now enjoying i let him fuck me and fuck me hard and boy was he good when he shot his load deep into my arse wih the other loads in me, I felt fucking hornier. I needed more poppers, my dick was being Sucked. He pulled my head off these cocks to suck his cock clean and this meant my arse was now open to anyone and soon I was being entered one after another and was now being fed other cocks, some cum-covered and slimy, others fresh and clean. Some guys came in my mouth during this, and after another 10 or 12 fucks and more loads later, I gave up counting the dark strangers using my holes, the action seemed to calm down around us. I got the impression that a new bottom had become the centre of attention. I had been there about 40 or 50 mins. My ass was literally dripping with cum by now. I thought I was prepared to end and leave, the new bottom who just came in was at the side of me and he went to the back of me and worked my hole with his fingers and lube for ages, licking his fingers and putting them in my mouth, I was so relaxed. My ass was on fire burning but nice if that makes sense. I then felt him lunge forward,his naked hips rubbing against mine, he was getting fucked and then a fat dick entered my arse, we were being fucked side by side our hips, skin , bodies rubbing together. Other guys appeared, I felt shattered, my legs were stretched open along with the cheeks of my ass as another faceless dick pounded deep in my arse, I felt like I was drifting in and out, but the other bottom had his arm round my shoulders, we kissed each other deeply, tongues affectionatly kissing whilst we were both getting fucked by strangers. Who are these faceless shadows fucking us?, Why am I enjoying this den of eniquity? Who is this faceless man I am kissing?? He then whispered to me that we were going to the little room attached,It was dark, but my eyes seem to know how to move around, it seemed to be a dark corridor, narrow, we walked through although my legs were like putty, there were naked blokes on both sides, we had to push through them, pitch black, naked guys, hard cocks sticking in my body, lots of hands were on me, kissing, tongues, some one sucking me, it was absolutely pitch black! I loved it, the guy holding me stopped and said, who wants to fuck him? I was again bent over in this dark wet smelly narrow corridor on some stairs/ steps that went no where and was repeatedly fucked and hard by some hard naked figures, I was leaning with my hands on the stairs in front for support. Must have took at least another 9 loads and possibly more in there and have no idea who they were, what they were like, just cock, grunting, pushing cumming in me etc. But the bottom bloke seemed ok, I did something totally weird for me, but bent down and was licking his cummed arse out, I like this smell, this taste. I was sore, but felt horny eating this familiar hole and went looking for more. What is this room with clamps, A stock and that looks like a sling..........??

I just got down on my knees in front of my biological father wearing a sexy schoolgirl outfit and sucked his cock for about 20 minutes until he blew his load right down my throat.

God id bend over and let someone fit that inside me😵🍆

So, I was a total slut. I would sleep around a lot. Most guys on campus knew my apt number, would buzz up, and get fucked or fuck me. Obviously if Im posting here, Im into it, but I am also kinda a poser too. I haven't really done anything that would get me poz. I mean I love taking loads from poz men, but have only done it when they are undetectable. Still, I should be on prep, but I never got around to it. I use condoms and play (mostly) safe-ish. Now, a few years later, I have a bf, and we bb exclusively, and use condoms with others. We have an open relationship, but he doesn't like group sex or telling each other what happens with others. He doesn't like hearing it. It's kinda like 'don't ask don't tell'. And cause we use condoms, we never did the PrEP thing. That's why it was weird when I got a text. A trick (Ralph) was fucking asked if I was 'jealous' they were fucking. I obviously didn't care at first. But looking at the number, I realized I knew the guy. He was an ex of mine who was poz. So when this trick told me him and my bf were fucking raw, I got sooo hard. The idea my bf was fucking this guy after work, leaving a load in him and then brining that wet cock to fuck me was so hot. And he was. There were a few times this week and last he fucked me and I noticed his cock was wet. I thought it was pre-cum but now I know it was Ralph's cum. He loved to cum on my dick as lube and I knew he was doing it with my guy. Today, I told my bf I was working late, and he said he would 'do the same' but I know the guys he works with, and they told me today that my bf left early. And I know when he came home and walked upstairs he didn't need lube, he slid right into me. FUCK it is soo hot. I can feel it right now. FYI-Im new to this. Feedback is welcome. Want more?

Somethin's Burning Work had slowed down a bit and I was just sifting through the morning's emails when my phone dinged. The notification was from the pharmacy that my prescription was ready for pickup. It kept distracting me through the rest of the day. I kept thinking "Should I pick it up? Forget about it for a few days, weeks or months?" and finally decided on just leaving it sit there for a few days. What a few days those turned out to be. All hell broke loose and the protests, a few of which I was in, turned to riots. The peace and quiet of the past few months was gone. When the violence subsided a couple weeks later and things started to get back to normal, I remembered my meds and called the pharmacy. My call got automatically transferred to another store a couple miles away. After finding out that my local place was in ruins and all the prescriptions had been reassigned to other nearby stores, I asked how soon the 'script would be ready. It took a little while but they told me I could pick it up in a couple days. Two days later, I got a notification that it was ready for pickup. "Might as well combine two things and jog over to the pharmacy" I thought. I took a long lunch and headed downstairs dressed for a run, but also brought half of the stuff in my wallet to deal with the pharmacy. James, the doorman, looked a little surprised that I was going out for a run and told me "Be careful", which I thought was strange. I started out as usual, jogging over to the lakefront and then north along the lake towards sleazy bush. As I got near, I headed back inland and in the direction of the pharmacy. I got almost four blocks when a cop car went speeding past me and then pulled around the corner and stopped, blocking the sidewalk. I slowed as I approached and the cop was walking around the front of the car. Stopping twenty feet away, I looked and saw Carlos standing there. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked in that unmistakable authoritarian voice. "Out for a jog and stopping at the drug store for my meds" I replied, trying to figure out why this was such a deal. "Ya know, its probably a bad idea for a guy like you to be out running around after what just happened. Some people might think you're running away from something bad you just did. There's still vandalism and fires getting set..." he said in a slightly friendlier voice. I slowly moved a little closer but was still about eight feet away when I stopped. I was guessing that he was referring to my non-white skin when he said "a guy like you." "Oh, fuck. I didn't think about that. Sorry... I'll just walk the rest of the way. OK?" I answered, "Good idea. You're lucky I was the one that stopped you, since I know you ain't gonna cause any trouble unless it's a hot neg bottom that you've spotted" Carlos replied, adding a little chuckle. I shook my head and laughed, knowing he was right. "And don't forget about our deal. How's the guy from the park? Still shooting blanks?" He asked quietly. I had kind of forgotten about that little incident, but it was suddenly fresh in my mind again. "Nah, he's one of us now. And he's calling himself a top, too" I said in a hushed tone. Carlos chuckled. "Not around me. You were the last top I had and I aim to keep it that way. I expect to hear a call from you in the next week or I'll hunt you down" he said, the humor gone from his voice. "Yes, Officer Ramirez" I said, starting to walk around the front of the squad car. He put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed firmly. "Don't disappoint me, Craig" he said before getting back into his car. "Crap, he knows my name" I thought. I continued my walk over to the pharmacy and noticed a boarded up window on the front and went inside. None of the workers inside the place looked familiar and I wondered what the people from my regular store were doing now that their store was a burned out mess. Especially the cute pharmacist that usually waited on and flirted with me. I wandered to the back of the store to the pharmacy counter and waited for the two people in front of me to get served. It gave me plenty of time to check out the new pharmacist. While the uniform and mask hid most of the details, I could tell that he was a tall, thin guy probably about my age. I got a few glimpses when he pulled his mask down and saw some dark flawless skin, nicely defined cheekbones and a trimmed mustache and goatee. His name tag said "Sanjiv" and I filed it away in my brain in case he showed any interest. I licked my lips behind my mask and felt my cock start to stir. Finally it was my turn and I stopped on the spot marked on the floor. I gave him my name and birthdate while fishing my id, insurance card, drug discount card and credit card out. His eyes got a little big when he pulled up my prescription and he leaned forward and asked "Is this a new prescription for you?" "No, its a refill. I just haven't been able to get it filled for the past few months" I replied, almost on auto-pilot since I was mentally undressing him. "Do you mean you ran out? How long have you been off of this medication?" he then asked, inquisitively. "Yeah, I ran out. It's been about three months since I last took my last dose" I said, wondering what he was going to say. "You have discussed this with your doctor and he's aware of the lapse?" the pharmacist asked, leaning closer. "Yeah, he knows. He told me to cross my fingers and hope there aren't any issues" I replied, chuckling slightly. "Oh... good. Uh, there are condoms in aisle 12 if you need them. Let me get your prescription" he said, turning back to the large wall of bins. Chuckling again, I muttered loud enough for him to hear "Nah, I don't use 'em." He looked through one bin and then another while I stood there watching him. I heard him make a few undecipherable comments as he moved from bin to bin. He got up and went into the back and I heard some stuff being shuffled around. Another couple of minutes later he came back. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't find your prescription. It isn't where it was supposed to be. I'll have to re-order it and it should be here tomorrow. Can you come back then to pick it up?" he asked. It sounded suspicious but I decided to follow along and replied in an irritated voice, "What? You can't find it? I got a notification that it was ready for pickup!" "Yes, I know. The system says it's here, but I've looked all over and I can't find it" he replied. "Look again" I said, firmly. A grin came across my face as I watched him stand there nervously. "Yes... sir" he answered and turned around and dug through most of the bins again. When he rifled through the lower bins this time, Sanjiv bent over showing a decent looking butt. He seemed to be flipping so fast he couldn't possibly be reading the names on the prescription bags. He came back a few minutes later and said "Sorry, I can't find it. I'll have a new one expedited. Tomorrow for sure." I wondered how he was expecting this to play out when he suddenly said louder, for anyone in the back half of the store to hear him, say "The restrooms are over by cosmetics. They are locked, I can open them for you, sir." It was an interesting turn and definitely one made by a horny bottom. I looked around and there was no one else waiting for the pharmacy. He came out the door and walked quickly along the back aisle of the store. I followed closely and watched him unlock the door to the restrooms. He headed straight to the men's room and went inside with me right behind him. He stopped in the middle of the room and turned back to face me. "I've been waiting on this for a long time. You got what I need. We have to be quick, though. You're a top, I hope?" he asked staring back at me. "Yeah, I am. You sure you want this?" I replied, grabbing my crotch suggestively. Normally, I wouldn't even think about fucking a guy in this situation. The risk of getting caught was high and the chances of him changing his mind and making trouble for me was also high. But... he had a few things working in his favor - I was horny, he was aggressive and he seemed pretty cute. "Mmmhmm" he answered, turning to the sink and then unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. "I hope you're serious cuz there's one guy already this month that knows how infectious I am" I said as I pushed down my running shorts. I moved closer, pulling my foreskin back as my cock pried its way between his dark, hairy ass cheeks. The bare head of my cock nestled into the pucker and began to leak in anticipation. Leaning closer, my hand turned his chin so he could see my masked face. "You better share when you're toxic. I don't like to waste my special sauce." "My boyfriend will be the first but he won't be the last. Please go easy, I've only bottomed a few times" he replied quietly, his body quivering in front of me. I felt his hole try to relax against the tip of my cock, but I could tell it was still going to be a tight fit. I chuckled as I turned his head back so it was facing the mirror and covered his masked mouth with my hand. "Nah, its supposed to hurt. I have to tear that chute up to make sure my bug is swimmin' inside you" I whispered in his ear before I thrust my cock into his tight hole. He tried to stifle his scream and my hand muffled a lot of the rest. My dick hurt from the sudden intrusion into his hole, but I knew he was hurting a lot more. His whole body was twitching from the searing pain as he got used to my cock stuffed inside him. I held him there for a half a minute before I began to pull my dick back out. Sanjiv's hole was throbbing around my cock as I withdrew and then I plunged back in. The milking action from his pucker was getting my balls excited and as much as I wanted to pump him full of my poison, I wanted a decent, if quick, fuck to go with it. That's what I gave him. A fast, hard fuck that made him feel every inch of my cock. He did fade out briefly a couple times, but that just made it more erotic for me. For the last two minutes, I wrapped my arm around his neck and hammered him faster until my balls couldn't resist any longer. A half dozen ropes of my diseased cum flooded his colon before I took a few last stabs with my cock and then pulled out. Our dark skin hid most of the possible damage I did to him but I soon found out how badly I wrecked him when I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser next to us and wiped my dick clean. The white paper towel was now smeared with a red mixture of cum and blood. I held it out in front of his face to let the consequences of our six minute fuck sink in and then rolled it up and pushed it into his ass like a tampon. "Keep my swimmers inside until you get home, ok?" I whispered in his ear. I stuffed my cock back into my shorts and slapped his bare ass before I walked out of the restroom. No one seemed to pay attention to me as I strolled back home with a contented look on my covered face. The same scene happened the next day. I was the disgruntled customer who's prescription was still missing and we ended up in the restroom again. This time in the stall with Sanjiv bent over the toilet taking another dose of viral semen. He was still hurting from the day before and I added a new layer of pain on top of it. The fuck was just as rough as the day before and the toilet paper was the same hue as the paper towel the day before. The third day was another repeat. On the fourth day, the look in his eyes when I approached the counter told me how much he feared another fuck. I've known well used bottoms that couldn't take two of my hardest fucks much less the three he had gotten so far, so I kind of understood. But I still wanted this top guy to be able to pass along my bug to future generations and I felt a fourth dose would do it. With my meds finally in hand, we made our way back to the men's room. I pushed him to the sink and he braced like a good slut. I pulled his pants down and then my shorts. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been and it soon speared his hole. With one hand holding him to my chest, I pulled my mask down and then his. We stared at each other in the mirror and he saw my evil grin while I saw the doubt in his expression. I knew his sexy face would be able to lure lots of victims into his clutches and soon they would have a belly full of toxic seed taking over their clueless bodies. I pulled back and slammed my cock back in, both of us still staring at each other. Or maybe he would tell them and they would beg for his cum not caring how deadly it was. My cock withdrew until just the last inch was inside him and I thrust in again. This time I got a whimper from him and he saw my smile. "I'm going to come back here in a couple weeks. Hopefully, you will have someone filling in for you as you are taking a few sick days. The conversion sucks, trust me on that" I said to him quietly in his ear. His eyes got big and then he nodded 'yes.' "You have one week after that to fuck your boyfriend and knock him up. Plant as many loads in him as you can during that week. Then you're going to invite me over to breed him. I don't care what you tell him, make up any excuse you like, but I'm going to fuck him three or four times over the following week until his body succumbs and he's a knocked up cumdump. Got it?" I said. "But" Sanjiv started to say but I cut him off. "No 'buts' on this. I want to use his ass and guarantee he never shoots another neg load" I said firmly. "I mean, what if it doesn't take and I don't convert?" Sanjiv asked. "Well that would piss me off, but I guess we'll keep going until it fuckin' happens. We'll need to find a new place to fuck though. This one's too risky" I replied. The hammering I gave him next was brutal. His ass was trashed and then I dumped another load inside. This time, there was no yelling or signs of distress. He took the fuck like any good bugchaser should. The paper towel I used to clean off my dick after our fuck was just like the past three days. Maybe a little darker red, but then this was the hardest fuck. I pulled up my shorts and then my mask before grabbing the prescription off the sink. Walking over to the door, I pulled it open and turned back to him just as he pulled his pants up. "Enjoy" I said and walked out the door, through the store and then down the street towards my building. While I walked I thought about his comment about not converting and thought to myself "That wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen - he was a decent fuck. I'll just need to try harder next time."

Is this just for cruising? as a married dude, I can tell you about a guy that had success with me. He is on double list advertising as a cock sucker for straight and married men. Super responsive, hosted in his own apartment. Saw him multiple times a week during lunch. Confirm the time in the morning, I show up at lunch. He puts on porn for me and gets to work on my cock. He’ll stay down there as long as I want or get me off quickly. All my choice. Always throats the load. Then he thanks me for the cock and he lets me know his mouth is there anytime I want it. I head out and will hit him up again in a few days. it’s such a good set up. I don’t know what straight dudes that weren’t getting head at home would pass on.

Pigboy Ruben / Ruben Litzky (sp?) Met him at Snax in Berghain / Laboratory once... nice guy.

Love that anon safe feeling of wearing masks and getting a load raw doggy style during covid crisis

Yeah, those Dawson '50 Load Weekend' films were kind of responsible for me going raw again. There wasn't a lot of raw gay porn in those days. Dawson taking all that raw dick and raw loads was hot as hell. If I was hosting a top or having a breed and seed, I'd usually have a Dawson dvd playing on my TV. The sight of that cum dripping out of his hole would encourage a few of the guys that had insisted on condoms to try going bare. He and the rest of the Treasure Island/Paul Morris films did at least start me back on taking bb loads.

I don't need to piss when getting fucked but I'm a friggin water hose when I get fisted...at first it bothered me until I noticed the guys 👊 me love to see me piss high and hard!

Sorry, but this is a bunch of naive BS. "All lives matter" is a cop-out. Of course they SHOULD; the problem is that in America, white lives have ALWAYS mattered and black, brown, yellow and red ones have not. Of course [people of] every race should be treated with respect. But people of one race have been treated with respect from the beginning, even if that treatment was frequently coerced at the end of a gun or knife or other weapon. People of other races have been treated with disrespect for that same length of time, whether it's 250 years of slavery, 100 years of Jim Crow, the Trail of Tears, the Chinese Exclusion Act, the Japanese internment in concentration camps, or the mass incarceration of African Americans that began under Nixon's demands for law and order. "All lives matter" glosses over and ignores 400 years of mistreatment and expects everyone to just immediately assume everything's fine and dandy. It's not. And as long as people ignore the past, it never will be. You will never "abolish" hate and fear. To abolish means to FORMALLY put an end to some practice, and you can't legislate emotions. You can hope (again, perhaps naively) to eliminate hate and fear, and that's a noble goal, but fear is hard-wired into the brain; it's a reaction developed millions of years ago by our primitive ancestors helping us survive by fleeing perceived dangers. The problem isn't that we fear, but that some people, power-hungry would-be despots like Trump especially, thrive by stoking fear among their supporters. That fear is channeled at "others" - those with less or no power, who can be scapegoated as the supposed cause of the fear stoked in those people. And sadly, the historical record is exactly contrary to your point: it DOES work, it doesn't "always fail". Maybe, in the long run, it's unsustainable, but from the perspective of the despot, in the long run, he's dead anyway. And lastly, that line - "Anyone thinks I'm speaking out of line, please keep it to yourself" - really? So you think YOU are privileged enough to express your opinion here, but nobody can come along and challenge you? Mary please.

I obeyed. Staring at Jacques I pulled off my tee and raised my own arms above my head. I knew after all the working out, swimming and the cold water that I looked good. Fucking good. I leaned into my right pit and inhaled. I dropped my hands to my cargo shorts and pulled the button and lowered them a little. And stopped. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. He dragged his left hand through the thick bush of his chest and into his pit, raised it to his nose and inhaled. His hands then found the waistband of his shorts and hooked his thumbs under the elastic. As we watched eachother we pulled down our shorts. His cock was cupped in a jock. Mine in black briefs. As our shorts dropped to the floor, he hand grabbed his jock and he squeezed hard, letting out a deep sigh. I dropped my hand into my briefs to pull on my own balls. It was silent. Only our breathing could be heard above the morning songbirds. He pulled the pouch of jock down, his clock slapping against his his furry stomach and slurping some jizz onto the hair. I dropped my own underwear, my cock 90 degrees to my washboard stomach. Our piercings glinted in the sun. His thick heavy piercing not weighing down his massive engorged weapon. Fuck I wanted to walk over there and suck him. But no. Jacques licked his lips, then spat on his hand, gripped his cock and grinned. I balled some gob and let it drop into my cock and lathered it round my shaft. As we stood there, we slowly began beating out cocks, in sync. Unconsciously my hand moved to my pierced tit and as I wanked I tweaked it. Jacques smiled. But so did I. This time I was determined not to let myself down and knew, with my bladder full to bursting I stood a good chance. Jacques other hand dropped to his hairy balls and gripped them he tugged and squeezed them as he jacked his cock. “Was he tight, the blond twink you fucked?” Jacques started and looked at me. I smiled. “Did he beg you to fuck him raw, breed him. Bury your seed deep in his cunt?” Jacques closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I decided to take a chance. “Did you blow your toxic seed into his guts. Did you poison him?” Jacques head snapped back, his eyes opened and he stared at me. Nodding, he gobbed onto his cock, smiled at me and started wanking again. “Oh yeah. You bred him. Ruined his chute with your massive pierced cock, didn’t you? Ripped into the sides of his gut so that your toxic load would spread quickly. You fucked him and he was too cunted and high to stop you. Drinking the cum from every cock forced down his throat in the club that night. Cum and piss.” Jacques moaned and imperceptibly he started to tug faster. “I saw you and him. He was riding your thick man cock. You were pulling him down, raping his mancunt in front of all those guys. I’d taken a load that night and you watched me take it. Yeah?” Jacque nodded. He was staring at me. His eyes were glazed over. He was panting. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his balls had pulled up to the base of his cock. He was close. “Watching me take a load deep, hard and generous in my cunt. Hearing my moans as I blew a load. Yeah?” He had closed his eyes. He was jacking his cock with both hands now. Precum was dripping onto the ground. “All those guys jacking off as you fucked his twink hole. And when you blew your load you wanted it to be my cunt you were fucking, using, raping, opening, bruising, bleeding, poisoning ...” And with that, Jacques yelled and shot a massive, gooey load, spewing his spunk into the leaves and grass in front of him. The force of his orgasm forced him to his knees, as he shook controllably. Suddenly my own balls tightened and my own seed shot out of my cock and splattered all over Jacques bent head. He looked up and caught the last stroke of my cock on his face. My spunk glistened in the sunlight and leaked down his cheek. He smiled and opened his mouth. Without a pause, I directed a stream of piss into his waiting mouth, drinking some before he leaned back and let it stream down his furry chest. When my torrent of piss had subsided, I smiled at him. He smiled back. I shook my cock into my hand and fed myself its last drips. Then, I picked up my clothes, turned around and walked to my car. Getting in, I didn’t look back as I drove away.

I love all sorts of toys and they're a bit of a fetish of mine. My current arsenal is pretty slim, but I have gone through quite a lot. I love a good plug (like my little candy heart one that says 'spank me') that's comfortable to wear while going about daily activities, vibrators and great for some intense orgasms, and nothing beats a classic lifelike dildo for riding lol. For me I've noticed the material is the most important part of a toy. Cheap hard plastics just make things feel unenjoyable to me, some toys are great as glass but others not so much with how hard it is. Thus far Bad Dragon makes the best material I've ever felt, and I love my Rex and Chance from them. And my go-to toy is my standard 7" suction cup dildo, the material feels great and it's just the right size to give a good stretch but not be a project to take. I've recently ordered a fucking machine to try, my first one. [think before following links] https://www.jessky.com/videos-female-masturbation-sex-machine-gun-with-two-big-dildo-for-women-black-p0123.html and it shows up next monday. I'm very excited for my first day off after I get it, going to see how long I can have a go at it. And cant wait to figure out what kind if toys I can order to attach to it, would love a knotted toy like my Rex.

Centro hotel, Hotel One

I ran into the lead guy (tall blond Aryan-looking) at Hollywood Spa several times back in the day. I hooked up with a few of the other guys who appear in those videos. Came across one of them on Facebook recently; don't know what happened to the others.

I went there on a Saturday evening. It was their Poz friendly night. It is quite small but I felt it was quite friendly - I preferred this place to some of the larger venues. Down stairs were all the action seemed to be and the mixed crowd of older men, certainly got me going. There were some aids bone candidates, thin and vascular who were happily fucking some guys raw on the makeshift mattresses. I did spot a nice older bear with a hot scorpion tat above his dick, but he seemed to be fucking covered. I was topping that evening so there were a couple of nice arses in the air ready to take my dick, which was nice. We ended up leaving after a couple of hours to go to Der Boiler which if I had my way again I would have stayed to enjoy the fun. Next time in Berlin I will be here for the whole evening. X

Big porn companies are loathe to make waves. They make the porn that has always sold well. They will put out a niche flick from time to time, but the number crunchers will point out that it wasn't as successful as this other milquetoast, vanilla movie, so we should make more of those. The big porn companies have no impetus to change what they've always done. More people buy their stuff than other content, so it feeds that mindset. We need to feed the other companies in order to see change. Porn is fantasy. We get to see the beautiful, horse-hung, worked out versions of ourselves that we don't see in the mirror. THAT is why porn sells. There ARE porn companies making hot films with "average" guys, with trans guys, with ethnic guys, with bears, etc. We just have to BUY their shit in order for them to make more of it. JFF, Onlyfans, chaturbate, tube sites, small porn companies like badseedmedia, myftmcrush, barebackmedaddy, machofucker and even medium companies like dickwadd, hot desert knights and TIM - they've all been slowly changing the face of "porn". This is a good thing in my book. These small companies need to be supported to be able to continue shooting. Conversations like this are good starting points, but the power is in the dollar. WHERE we spend our money will determine what porn we see in the future. Personally, I want to see all the flavors in every position with a lot more kink and fetish. ....but that's just me (or is it?)