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As soon as we got in his apartment, we were all over each other. Stripping his jacket off as our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths, hands running over muscles, fumbling with buttons and zippers to reveal more and more to each other. He was every bit as gorgeous unclothed as he had been in the bar - strong, hair in all the right places, toned but not sculpted - the picture of masculinity. I kissed my way down overy his furry pecs and his flat but slightly soft belly and found my face in front of a magnificent bulge in his tight trunks. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself simply nuzzling my nose up against his groin and breathing deeply. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me as I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his growing bulge. I tongued the outline of his cock as it snaked to the left, soaking his underwear with my spit before pulling on the waistband to reveal his thick meat. I nearly gasped at its beauty - it must have been 9 inches, and thick enough I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. I hadn’t seen a penis this big in more than 10 years - certainly not my decidedly average husband’s. “Suck me. Please!” he said as I grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed him at my mouth. Looking up at him, I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue across it, tasting his sweet precum. It dawned on me I was about to experience so many new things, or first time doing this or that in 10 years, and my cock throbbed at the possibilities. I savored the flavor of his nectar as I stroked the bottom few inches of his rod, squeezing more out onto my tongue. Taking him back in my mouth, I inched my way down his shaft, feeling him throb and willing myself not to gag as his cock reached a part of my throat that hadn’t felt cock in over a decade. I pushed a bit deeper until I felt his bush against my lips, my throat spasming and squeezing his cock as I deepthroated him. As I came up for air, he let out a “Damn!” and pulled me up for a deep kiss. Taking my hand, he led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed as he pulled down my briefs and swallowed me in one fluid motion. This was all happening so fast! It had only been a total of 15 minutes since I’d agreed to come to his place with him, and here I was on my back getting my dick sucked by a man I just met. What would my husband think if he knew? I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I reveled in the sensations of him blowing me. After some top notch sucking, I felt his tongue snaking down over my balls as his hands roamed my inner thighs. My legs instinctively spread and his tongue continued its path into my crack as it opened before him. He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of my exposed hole, saying “That is one fine pussy!” before diving in. I moaned deeply as I felt his tongue penetrate me. The feelings he was eliciting were partly the rush of a new connection, but it was also becoming clearer to me that my husband just wasn’t very good in bed. That one plunge of this man’s tongue could make me quiver and feel desire so strongly only made my husband’s shortcomings more obvious. I needed more of this man in me NOW. “I need you inside me. Now. Please. Please fuck me!” I begged as his tongue drove deeper into me. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two as he took my ball bag in his mouth. He pressed his fingers into me, separating them slightly to coax me open more. “Fucking tight” was all he said as he pulled them out and climbed on top of me. After another couple minutes of hard making out, he said, “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you?” Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I sighed “I’ve never needed anything more in my life! Please - I want to feel every inch of you slide into me.” He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled some lube and a little brown bottle out of the drawer. He poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them against my hole. When he started to pour more lube on his erect cock, I stopped him and asked, “Do you have condoms? I haven’t used them in years, but I think we should.” A look of disappointment crossed his face and he replied, “I really would love to be in that sweet pussy of yours raw. I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this since, well, since even before my break-up. But I understand.” He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a rubber and handed it to me. “I almost forgot how these things work. But thank you for understanding - I’ve never done anything like this before and I just want to be careful.” I traded places with him so he was lying on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his impossibly thick cock - barely able to get it all the way on. It looked uncomfortable on him, poor guy. I grabbed the lube and stroked him for a minute, then straddled him. Feeling him press the head of his latex-covered head against my pucker, I tried to remember the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It must have been from my slutty phase in my 20s, but I really don’t think anyone had been as big as this. He could sense my nerves even as I was hungrier for him than ever, and he reached for the little bottle and started shaking it. “These should help, if you’re interested.” “Poppers?” I asked. “I’ve actually never tried them, if you can believe it. Just seen them in porn and stuff.” He smiled that incredible smile, and uncapped the bottle, bringing to his right nostril as he held the left one closed. Taking a deep sniff, I saw his eyes flutter a bit and felt his cock throb against me. Then he pressed a little more firmly against my hole as he brought the bottle to my nose. Holding one nostril closed, he told me to inhale slowly and deeply, then hold it in. He re-capped the bottle as I was holding my breath, and then when he told me to let it out, I felt an incredible rush travel through my chest. I felt his hands pressing my hips down, and more pressure against my ass, but my hole just relaxed and allowed about half of his rock hard cock inside. I couldn’t believe it - even with my husband’s much smaller dick, it usually took a fair bit of work to open up and let him in. Anthony just held still, grinning up at me. “That was intense! And amazing!” I said. “Yeah, my ex really struggled to take me until we discovered that magic little bottle. Oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to go there.” I just smiled and said, “I don’t mind at all. I just know I want some more, because I want every inch of you inside me, and I need a little help.” He grabbed the bottle, saying “Let’s try both nostrils this time.” I took a deep sniff on one side, and then ran my hands over his hairy pecs, and as I inhaled the fumes on the other side, I felt my hole open even further and pressed myself down onto him. His enormous erection slid all the way in, balls deep. My heart was racing and I felt this overwhelming desire to be fucked deep and hard by this man. The chemistry we established at the bar only grew and intensified as we explored, and now here we were, two men connected as deeply as can be - almost. I raised myself up slightly, then pushed back down, feeling more full than I ever had. My mouth met his as I pulled halfway up, then slid back down to the hilt. Feeling my openness, he held me still and started to thrust. After a moment, he increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. I threw my head back and rode him as I willed myself to open further to let him in even more. My hunger was taking control and I wanted us to bond in a profound way. “So you said you and your ex were together 6 years?” “Yeah, until 6 months ago.” “And you never had sex with anybody but him?” “That’s right.” “And you haven’t been with anyone since then?” “No. Nobody. Why?” I climbed off of him, a confused look of disappointment crossing his face. I reached down and squeezed his dong, marveling anew at its immense girth. My fist moved to the base, and I began to squeeze at the end of the rolled rubber, gently pulling up, then repeating. With each squeeze, the condom rolled further and further up his cock until finally it pulled off completely. I quickly lay down on my back and grabbed him and guided him toward my hole. “I need to feel YOU inside me. Your skin on my skin, nothing between us. I want us to be as close as two people can be.” I picked up the condom from the bed and threw it across the room, then pulled him down on top of me. My hand stroked his shaft and pointed him to my hole, and then I welcomed his raw cock into my slicked up pussy. “Fuuuuuccckk!” was all he could say as he slid in, then started fucking me. For the next 20 minutes, Anthony alternated between making sweet, gentle love to me, and pounding me hard, fast and deep. We both worked up a sweat as his cock and my ass got to know each other intimately. It was incredible what a difference there was when we were skin on skin, raw fucking. Every so often he would pause and feed me more poppers, both of us enjoying the way I opened up more and more to him. I was experiencing an ecstasy unlike any I had ever felt in my life - THIS was what explosive chemistry and real connection was like. I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years with my husband. Anthony flipped me onto my side and got behind me, lifting one leg and sliding into me from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around me and started pumping in me hard and deep. One last hit from the bottle in this position, he just held it there and commanded, “Sniff! Deeper!” alternating back and forth as he kept fucking me. Sensing what was coming, I said “Please, don’t pull out of me! Please cum in my hole and fill me with your seed! Fuck me until you shoot your load deep in my guts! Breed my pussy!!” Hearing me say those words was all it took for him to grunt and push in one last deep thrust, all the way buried in my hole. I felt his huge cock throb and erupt inside me, the walls of my pussy coated in his semen. He must have spewed 10 ropes inside me, and the power of our deep connection in that moment made me shoot my load all over the bed without touching my cock. As our breathing calmed, I felt his arms hold me to him, pulling me in even closer. His hot breath on my neck, he simply whispered, “That was amazing.” in my ear as we both drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried in my hole.

My first apartment on my own....had a knock at the door one evening at it was a cute college kid (not much younger then me at the time) selling magazine subscriptions......I asked if he had gay porn and winked!....he laughed and ended up fucking me on the living room floor. I know it's not a "service man" experience but he had a beautiful dick and wanted to share my experience with yall.

I did not have a scene with this guy, but it is the closest I came to one. I moved into a new house in 2012. The dishwasher was barely functional, so as part of the home warranty, we got service on things for no charge. This attractive young guy with a scruffy beard comes over and repairs the problem. When he went to leave, he handed me his business card and said "Call me if you need anything." I looked at it in my hand, then at him, and said "What if I just wanna say hello? 😉" His face turned beet red as my meaning became clear, and he eventually said, "I meant the dishwasher. But yeah, no, I'm married." And that was that. For a couple days, I schemed about breaking the dishwasher so he would come over again, but I never did it.

Part 7 - The Winters Frost Conrad crept out of the house for the fifth morning running the cold dampness of the air assaulting him and not helping his mood. His parents were still coming to terms with the news he broke to them the weekend previously, Eddie his father was unable to speak to him explaining he needed time to think and understand the enormity of this. It didn't help matters that both Charlie and Joshua were going away for a few months returning in early March on their first tour of duty. Broken and missing Joshua badly they had become close both as friends and fuck buddies, this lead to Conrad deciding that he couldn't go on living in deceit like he had been. It was hard enough admitting to himself about his sexuality then coming out to his parents just made things worse, Jack was the only one he could and needed to talk to but he had not been answering his phone. He just needed to get today over with at college then we go up to the manor. The things that now played on his mind all boiled down to sex with men, he never thought he would miss sex so much with Joshua and he was finding it distracting and lonely. His phone rang and Conrad picked it up forming a big grin on his face answering it. "Hello Josh" Conrad said "how are you?". "Alright sexy how are you?" Joshua asked hoping Conrad was feeling good. Conrad sighed down the phone "I'm fine Josh, be even better if you were in bed with me". They chatted a while until Joshua needed to end the call "I miss you and want to make sure you are okay" Joshua said seeking clarification again. "Better now I have spoken to you, have a great time stuck with all those sailors" Conrad said giggling but in truth feeling even more down. Joshua hung up the phone and looked up the barracks from his seat in the grounds, he was still racked with guilt after their fir sexual encounter, he never meant to but found he couldn't withdraw quickly enough. Doing it once by accident he could accept, but the passion that took over them both rendered any thought of condoms in the subsequent times they met. Mostly he managed to pull out only then did he think he saw the disappointment etched on Conrad's face. Conrad loved the feeling of Joshua's orgasm the few times he had remained inside when ejaculating during the middle of the night when they both woke up aroused. Joshua looked over to the gym hall and saw Charlie exiting through the doors having finished his workout, standing up he put on a brave face and walked over to join him heading back to the dorm room to finish packing. Joshua was a ticking time bomb, one that was about to implode on himself yet alone sending out shock waves that Conrad would be unable to hide or take cover from. Having never been tested he didn't know for definite but had fooled around at home with some very dodgy characters in his past and knew he had taken at least two toxic loads up him. By evening Conrad returned home dropping his things off and heading up to the manor and down to the greenhouse but it seemed like no one had been there all week. He daren't go up to the manor itself without an invitation. He turned the light on and tidied things up and cleaned the tools that Jack was usually so meticulous in keeping spotless. "What are you doing here?" Simon asked frightening the living daylights out of Conrad "sorry" he apologised. Conrad put the tools down "I wanted to speak to Jack and hoped he would be here" he replied. Simon nodded "He is at the house in bed" he replied with a tinge of sadness "he will be happy to see you". Conrad put the tools down "Is he sick again?" he asked concerningly. "Yes" Simon replied looking a him "You seem out of sorts Conrad everything all right?" he asked. "Sort of" Conrad replied blinking back tears "can I talk with you after I see Jack please?". Simon shifted on his feet feeling uncomfortable not wanting to handle peoples baggage "Please Simon" Conrad begged. Simon smiled "Yes of course do you want to stay for dinner?" he asked Conrad waiting for him to finish. Conrad half smiled "I would love to thank you Simon". They walked up to the manor where Simon took Conrad's coat and showed him to Jack's room. Jack smiled seeing Conrad and complaining that Simon was fussing way to much now he was on the mend. They spent an hour catching up before Jack dozed off and Conrad left him to rest going back downstairs to the lounge where Simon was waiting. "Is he alright?" Conrad asked "please tell me Simon?" he pleaded. Simon nodded "He is a lot better and should be back on his feet by Sunday if he rests". "I hope so" Conrad said cheering up a little. Simon patted Conrad's shoulder "Come on lets eat" he said "champagne is your tipple if I remember rightly?". Conrad laughed "I only had it the once on my 18th birthday here" he replied "with Jack and you" he said. Simon nodded "Jack is really fond of you Conrad I hope you know that" he said sitting down at the table. "I owe him a lot Simon, he has taught me everything I know and helped me so willingly" Conrad replied. Simon smiled "He fought me when I told him you weren't to come to the manor after I found out". "You don't like me, that much I can tell?" Conrad asked causing him to look at him. Simon looked at him "Tolerate you, I value privacy Conrad, nothing to do with liking you" he said "anyway it is Jack you come to see". They kept the conversation light and Conrad drank way to many glasses of champagne, they were both enjoying each others company for the first time being alone together and Simon loved hearing about Joshua. He never even thought to ask Simon about Harry and the Arab guy, instead they drank and ate. Simon suggested they go in to the lounge after the butler cleared the dinner things away and dismissed him for the night. Simon brought the champagne with him and they both sat on the sofa in front the log fire listening to some classical music. Conrad got a little loose lipped opened up about his parents finding it hard to accept his choice in life, strangely Simon had the same problem with his family and only really accepted it after he made his fortune sniffing around for handouts but never came to see him. They laughed long in to the evening the central heating and log fire making the lounge warm and they both sat there in t-shirts. He wasn't drunk just merry and sitting with Simon felt very comforting, it helped that he had a pretty toned body that was bigger than Joshua and also taller and not unattractive he thought. It was confusing Conrad in his head with the champagne, Conrad was being brave and checking out Simon's muscles in his arms and legs making him laugh. Conrad sat back on the sofa laughing whilst Simon checked out his average sized muscles as he called them, he never realised that each touch Simon made was causing him to moan softly and giggle. In the blink of an eye and like magnets they kissed briefly. The heady mix of champagne and warmth of the room was proving to enticing for both of them. Simon sat back and chuckled "You should stop now whilst your ahead" he suggested smiling at Conrad. Conrad swung himself over sitting on Simon's lap "Why?" he asked "what will happen if we continue?" he asked teasingly running his hand along Simon's chest. Simon smiled stroking Conrad's arm "I will fuck and breed you" he said smirking sniffing a new victim "there will be no stopping me once I home in on you". Conrad laughed then leaned in and kissed him "You mean cum in me?" he asked "you wouldn't be the first" he said. Simon kissed and teased Conrad "Cum in you with my gift and convert you" he said with a sinister smirk. Conrad chuckled with no idea what he was waffling on about, all he saw was an experienced man who had a very erect cock. Leaning forward he kissed Simon falling in to the open arms like prey lured so easily, feeling his body moving Conrad came to rest on his back under Simon. He looked down at Conrad the champagne in his blood removing any remorse he might have for what he was about to do, the hunter was ready to swoop on his prey. In his eyes he had given fair warning and it was no longer his fault if the he didn't fully understand the impeding attack of this alpha hunter. Conrad pulled Simon's t-shirt off and stroked his body, bravely his hand moved down to the hunters weapon that was hard to touch. Conrad was lifted up his legs around Simons body kissing him passionately both naked his arse grinding against Simon's cock. Suddenly Conrad let out a louder moan and winced in pain his body being lowered on to Simon's cock with little effort, his legs held around Simon's waist his head rolled back from pure overload feeling the cock penetrating in to his body. He gave several upward thrusts and Conrad cried pushing at Simon's shoulders to raise himself up and stop him going in too quickly, his attempt futile at best crying louder and gasping but at the same time wrapping his arms around Simon's neck kissing him. The pubes around his cock flattened against Conrad's arse coming to rest fully immersed inside him, the prey was lured and captured. Conrad stopped kissing him and leaned back grinding his arse down deeper moaning then resting. Simon picked up the glass of champagne and watched Conrad knock it back, he smiled and kissed Conrad tasting the remnants of the Laurent Perrier's distinctive bouquet on his lips. Simon did the same knocking his drink back then sat back on the sofa allowing his prey to gently ride his cock, lulling him in to a false sense of security before he would swoop in for the kill poisoning the prey with his toxic venom. Conrad leaned back and felt he was taking even more of his cock and loving the feeling he slowly and elegantly he rode Simon feeling every inch inside him a steady motion they both enjoyed. Simon reached over and topped the champagne up holding the glass up to Conrad's mouth he poured egging him on to drink it all. Already reeling from the effects of too much champagne he was to far gone in sexual pleasure to care, throwing himself forward kissing Simon again grinding down harder. Conrad looked in to his eyes 'Fuck me Simon please' he half pleaded to him, he smirked and kissed Conrad 'You want a hard conversion?' he whispered watching Conrad nod. Simon pushed Conrad off his cock twisting his body around until he was over the back of the sofa, the hunter now ran his tongue along the back tasting and subduing his prey, his hips moved gently lining his cock up with the head poised. In one almighty thrust with his body weight behind he speared Conrad feeling his body react and the cries from the hunters first intentional strike, his hands holding the prey down over the back of the sofa he fucked hard and relentlessly pounding deeper each time his prey struggled. His attack continued until the last sign of any fight left the preys body. Taken by surprise an utterly loving the way he was held Conrad relaxed accepting the hunters control lastly his body began to ease from tension hoping to minimise the destructive force being borne down on him. The hunter knew the time to strike was coming his balls slowly tightening, any moment know he would launch the final attack on his prey, the prey that moaned between pain and pleasure pushing his arse up and back to take more. His body switched from hunting to kill mode, the thrusting changing to deeper penetrating movement no longer able to hold back the hunter pushed up hard grunting loudly. His body lunging further forward clamping his arms tightly around his prey securing and holding him deep on his cock to receive the toxic venom. There was no escape for the prey his venom was already being released rapidly coating the lining and finding any small breach to gain access and poison the prey. His cock pulsing hard in his prey continuously pushing it deeper, grinding and pushing to make sure there would be leakage and sealing the fate of his prey. Jack sat up in bed a shiver ran through his spine like someone walked over his grave. The manor seemed quiet enough and had no idea why he suddenly woke up with an odd sensation, he laid back down drifting off to sleep. Simon held on to Conrad his hips still pushing and grinding in to Conrad's arse forcing his toxic seed and cock deeper in to Conrad, still hard and turned on he gently started fucking again. Conrad raised his head and kissed him 'Fuck yes' he said smiling with his mouth open and moaning at the depth of Simon's cock inside him. His hands still clamped firmly around Conrad's body 'Oh god yes' he cried out like he was feeling the cock inside him for the first time. Simon didn't take long to finish giving a second dose of his venom to Conrad. He lovingly kissed Conrad's neck and shoulders keeping his cock inside plugging his hole preventing any leakage. Slowly he moved Conrad's body and laid him flat on the sofa coming to rest on top of him. Conrad held on to Simon's hand caressing it, a champagne and sex smile on his face his eyelids fluttering and nodding off. Conrad shifted "Fuck what time is it" he suddenly said panicking. Simon moved and Conrad winced not realising he was still inside him semi erect "3 in the morning". "Crap I am going to get in to trouble, how could you let me fall asleep?" Conrad asked. Simon smiled "I thought you was quite content being in this position" he replied kissing his shoulder. His hips ground against Conrad's arse "Fuck you're getting hard" Conrad moaned. He could feel Simon's cock expanding and growing in his arse, repositioning himself to lay flat on Conrad slowly he ground deeper hearing the soft echoing moans from underneath him. The grinding got more pronounced and Conrad lifted his head briefly kissing Simon, the thrill of his immobilised body trapped in this erotic state caused him to push his arse up several times moaning and waiting for Simon to push him back down. The grinding moved to slowly tender thrusts at first, Conrad became aware for the first time of the sound as Simon's balls slapped against his arse giving a round of applause. Quicker and quicker the sound came, Simons breathing changed in to a light panting with the occasional groan thrown in for good measure. Conrad slipped his hands around Simon's intertwining their fingers and holding on. The pace quickened again and his body weight shifted lifting his chest off Conrad's back ready to inseminate him with a third toxic load. Suddenly Simon growled long and hard pushing his hips down almost crushing Conrad's arse and jolting forward, Conrad moaned through the pain and discomfort feeling pulsations emitting deep in his arse. The grin on his face was not for Conrad to see whilst he looked down at the lad taking more of his seed deep inside. He held the position for ages constantly pushing in, each time he pushed Conrad's buttocks spread apart letting Simon get deeper ensuring he got a good breeding. Finally he collapsed on top of Conrad and kissed his neck. Simon rolled on to his side pulling Conrad with him stroking his chest, his cock plugging Conrad's arse keeping his toxic seed inside. Weirdly even for Simon this was one conversion he desperately had wanted to happen, all the years watching him grow up and now he was impaled on his cock, full of his seed changing the body. The initial panic over knowing he would get in to trouble either way he resided to stay in this comfortable position with Simon falling asleep until 8am. The sun was slowly rising bringing daylight in to the lounge, Conrad could see out of the window and the white hard frost that coated the landscape. he moaned at his headache from drinking too much last night. Feeling sore in his arse he moved closing his eyes at the discomfort and finally easing the semi erect cock out, he couldn't believe he had been so slutty last night but he was missing sex with Joshua. Simon mumbled and cuddled Conrad waking up in the process eventually sitting up putting on the clothes they left laying on the floor after being discarded quickly last night. He thought there would be a little awkwardness between Conrad and him but he seemed to be his normal self whilst they sat drinking coffee in the kitchen. Conrad left feeling like he was doing a walk of shame strolling down Hibiscus Drive so early that morning, the plumes of mist from his breath hung in the stillness of the freezing air. He walked into the house just as his mother was coming down the stairs. "Where have you been?" Jody asked looking at how rough he looked. Conrad looked at her "At the manor Jack is not very well" he replied passing her on the stairs. Jody looked at him "What again?" she asked in a caring voice "how is he?". Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Better hopefully he will be up and around on Sunday". "Conrad" Jody called as he walked up the stairs "You miss him don't you?" she asked. Conrad looked at her "Charlie?" he asked "of course I do". Jody shook her head "No that Joshua guy I mean". Conrad's expression changed and he nodded "I don't love him" he said "I do miss him though". Jody nodded "Give it a few weeks Conrad, we love you and it is hard for all of us at the moment". They were words of some comfort for him and he spent the rest of Saturday head in his book getting ready for his first part of his exam next week. Sunday morning he got a text from Jack telling him he was up and around if he wanted to go through his papers for the exam. He always thought growing up that gardening was simple but knowing Jack as he did now he was clearly very knowledgeable and Conrad relied on this to help him through the course. He had a way of making things seem practical rather than confusing. Of course sitting in the warming winter sunshine in the greenhouse that Sunday afternoon Conrad was in two minds weather to let on that he had slept with Simon, several times he nearly did but held back not sure how Jack would feel about it. Conrad breezed through the exam managing 86% which was the highest mark from the group of 15, six flunked it and would need to resit it the following year. Having Jack back and looking like himself a week later helped Conrad cheer up immensely as they planned the garden planting schedule for spring together, they sat quite close to each other as they always did. Conrad let slip that he had dinner with Simon that Friday night he visited, Jack suddenly had a horrible feeling. "How long did you stay?" Jack asked trying to keep it light. Conrad put his head down "Until the morning" he admitted. Jack put his hand on Conrad's arm "Be honest with me Conrad did you and Simon do anything?". Conrad nodded and looked at Jack "I'm sorry, I was lonely and having a bad time" he explained. Jack shook his head "Did he cum in you?" he asked straight out. "Yes" Conrad replied looking at him "is it relevant?" he asked. "Oh Conrad" Jack said looking at him "have you been ill since he fucked you?" he asked. Conrad looked curiously at him "No not since my cold a few months back" he replied then opened his eyes wide "he has HIV?" he asked. Jack nodded "Yes and like me he is not on medication for it" he replied. Conrad knew the dangers and that it was too late now "But hang on, you never told me you have it!". "Simon gave it to me years ago" Jack confessed "it was an accident as he didn't know at the time". Conrad sat in silence for what seemed like ages "Have I got it?" he finally asked. Jack went over and hugged him "Most likely he converted you" he said. Conrad raised his eyebrows "I remember something about him saying to convert me" he suddenly remembered "I drank way too much champagne". Jack nodded looking slightly angry "Can you take me to get tested?" Conrad asked thinking logically. Jack looked curiously at him "Yes, but are you not worried or angry at Simon?" he asked. Conrad looked at him "Furious" he replied "but what is done is done" he said "so you being sick?". Jack nodded "Yes it is that, but you can take treatment Conrad". Jack made an appointment for Conrad just after the new year, it didn't stop him thinking about it and each morning when he woke up he was expecting to be sick after what Jack had explained. He did a lot of reading about it on the internet and saw that the majority of people who contract live normal lives adhering to the medication. It couldn't have come at a worse time with Christmas upon them and Conrad had been living in dread now knowing what took place at the manor that night. Regrets and anger would rise and fall in him every time he thought about what Simon had done to him, he couldn't pin it down to stealth fucking since Simon had told him outright what he was going to do. But on the other hand why should he have known what he meant, he knew he had been the subject of a deliberate conversion and decided to keep clear of the manor needing time to think. On top of all that he had to face Christmas without Charlie, already the vibe was different in the house kind of empty without them both being there. He had a sleepless night and woke on Christmas Day feeling terrible, he manged to join his parents and grandparents for most of the day but went to his room at four in the afternoon, his head hurt and he was running a slight fever. He tried not to worry anyone but his mother kept coming up to check on him. Christmas night alone in his bedroom Conrad sat on the side of his bed fearing the worst and that Simon had been successful in transmitting his virus. Over thinking things as usual it dawned on him that it may just be a mild cold, like the one he had a few months back so maybe it wasn't what he thought. Eventually falling a sleep around 2am his head running thoughts of how he could exact revenge on him, what he never knew was that he caught a sickness bug from his last day at college that took a few days to appear. Late Boxing Day he felt better and joined in, early evening he got a video call from Joshua and Charlie both of whom were sporting nice suntans dressed only in shorts on a beach in the Caribbean. It didn't help when Joshua panned out and rubbed his cock 'I will be home soon on leave for 2 months so you better be ready for me' he said blowing Conrad a kiss making his eyes water 'I miss you both so much' he replied ending their call. Conrad sat on his bed and cried, he needed Charlie here and importantly he wanted to feel Joshua's body and hold him. He felt empty like nothing was complete in his life, would anyone even want to touch him now he was tainted. Given the chance he would jump at being in a relationship with Joshua but they were both very clear on where they stood in that respect despite the incredible love that had grown between them, he liked Joshua but was in no way in love with him. His thought wandered back to Harry and weather he should go to London for a few days after New Year and before college started again. Harry had a great Christmas at home enjoying the break. Moham had taken Harry to New York for a few days before Christmas on a so called business trip. On the flight back Moham handed Harry a set to keys to a private residence he brought for Harry not far from the office, part Christmas present and part bonus at doing so well at his job. Harry was completely respectful of Moham, except when in a hotel bedroom together. Adam had done a wonderful job mentoring Harry, they often kissed but so far no sex. They adored each other and wanted to keep their friendship real and they both knew sex was going to happen at some point. Despite protesting that he wasn't sure it was hiv Jack insisted he got tested anyway to make sure. A few hours later Conrad sat there in the park with Jack reading through the bottle of tablets the consultant had prescribed, his diagnosis had come back quickly with quite a high viral load already circulating in his body. It helped that Jack knew the consultant and getting the test and result quickly he couldn't stop the shocked looked on his face though hearing how high Conrad's viral load was. He held back and spoke with the consultant handing him a wad of cash. Conrad put the bottle in his pocket and looked across the park. Jack sat there in silence waiting for Conrad to say something but he remained quiet, he couldn't help thinking that Conrad's viral load was high for someone infected so recently. He looked at Conrad coming to the conclusion that maybe his body reproduced the virus quickly. "Conrad" Jack repeated trying to get his focus "are you alright?" he asked. Conrad smiled "I think so" he replied "I just don't know how I feel actually knowing for sure". "You must take the tablets, don't end up like us old twisted perverts" Jack said. Conrad laughed "I never looked at you in that way" he replied "well old maybe" he said laughing again. "Been a year you won't forget I bet" Jack said in reflection. Conrad smiled "Yes" he said "I have decided to seek Harry out, although not sure how he would react". Jack patted Conrad's leg "You will have no problem finding a lover either way Conrad". "Did I ever tell you that Harry was at the manor?" Conrad asked suddenly remembering. Jack stopped swinging "No" he said looking astounded "when was that?". "August, he arrived with the Arab guy in the helicopter" Conrad said looking at him. "Oh, I only knew him as E but I know who you mean" Jack replied "caught my eye" he said then stopped. "What?" Conrad asked knowing he was mid sentence. "Simon spent the night with him he won E in the auction" Jack informed him. "Auction?" Conrad asked sounding disgusted "you mean they bid to fuck?" he asked. "Spend the night with" Jack corrected him "but yes, Moham the Arab guy bid for him as well". Conrad laughed and looked at Jack "Been there and done that" he said looking at Jack's shocked face. Conrad explained how he got the money for the course "Not so innocent after all are you?" Jack said amused. "Does that mean Simon got Harry sick as well?" Conrad asked looking a little concerned. Jack nodded "It is a high probability" he replied "I'm sorry I know we must seem like... I don't know". "Twisted perverts" Conrad replied smiling at Jack briefly "my life is ruined isn't it?". Jack put his arm around him "No far from it, I will speak to Simon make sure you are taken care of". Conrad scoffed "He has already done that" he replied angrily "tell him I want the manor" he joked. Jack laughed "Nothing like aiming high" he said kissing him on the cheek. To say Conrad was shocked about the revelation of Harry being auctioned off was understated, but then he was no different when he sold his arse for the course money to the Arab. Looking back it was painful but still incredibly hot he thought. He couldn't understand why he felt no different knowing he had hiv, holding the first tablet in his fingers he decided against taking it for now and put it back in the bottle. It was mild for New Years eve and Conrad headed up to the manor to check on his parsnips and sprouts that should be good after the week of frosty nights and mornings. He picked a few parsnips and went back in to the warmth of the greenhouse and started cleaning them up standing against the bench. Jack walked past the window smiling at Conrad and came in to the greenhouse closing the door behind him, it was quite humid and he quickly took off his jacket and standing behind Conrad and circling his arms around his waist. "How is my little gardener today?" Jack asked kissing him on the cheek. Conrad smiled "Just fine" he replied putting the parsnip in the basket. Jack squeezed him "No really, how are you?" he asked again just to make sure. Conrad turned to face him "What do you want me to say Jack?" he asked "that I hate everyone and the world". Jack leaned back looking at him "Hey" he said "is something wrong?". "Yes" Conrad replied unable to resist the temptation and longing he had for years now "you are what's wrong". Jack looked shocked but Conrad pulled him forward kissing him on the mouth "Conrad" Jack said pushing back. He looked Conrad in the eyes and they both snapped kissing frantically his body edging up until he sat on the bench with Jack between his legs. Both making strange noises kissing harder, Conrad's hand instantly delved down rubbing Jack's cock and undoing his jeans 'Conrad no we shouldn't' Jack said pushing back out of concern 'Yes we should we both knew this was going to happen' he said pushing Jack's jeans down and slipping off the bench. His mouth closed around Jack's cock moving down the shaft and back up licking around the head then back down again. Jack already had hold of Conrad's head forcing him further down on his cock holding him there feeling his throat gag then letting him off for air. He roughly pulled Conrad up kissing him then quickly spun him around pushing him over the bench. His hands yanking Conrad's jeans down popping the button off 'Your fucking right I have wanted to do this for years and your going to get it' he said spitting loudly on to Conrad's bare arse and fingering the saliva in. Conrad moaned like a wild beast 'Dam yes, come on fuck me!' he shouted out moaning when Jack jabbed two fingers in his arse roughly 'fucking rape me' he said out of nowhere, Jack held Conrad down 'Rape you' he laughed 'I am going to destroy that pretty arse of yours' he said aiming his cock up against Conrad's hole. He pushed hard his eight inches tearing its way through and not stopping until he was balls deep. Conrad cried out in agony trying to push up but Jack swiftly pushed him back down holding the back of his neck and pummelling in to arse. Conrad grimaced in some very weird sick pleasure and pain the grunts and cries echoing around the greenhouse. Jack should no sign of easing up and continued hammering his cock in long hard rapid strokes causing Conrad to gasp when he bottomed out each time. Jack stopped leaned forward and pulled Conrad's head up 'Is that what you want?' he asked jabbing his cock in again hard 'you fucking know I do' Conrad replied kissing Jack trying to suck the tongue out his mouth. Jack pushed him back down and started assaulting his arse again 'Fucking cock teased me for the last four years' Jack said pushing his cock in hard then wriggling his hips letting Conrad feel his cock jabbing inside in arse in every direction 'fuck yes' Conrad cried out, Jack laughed 'Payback time' he said gripping harder on to Conrad's neck and hammering in hard again 'here it comes' he cried out moaning 'fucking breeding you' he said moaning and panting in one final thrust he shoved in deep and Conrad yelped at the pulsing cock against the now tender sides of anal wall. Jack groaned his body shuddering releasing his seed 'fuck yes' he said jolting his hips again 'take it baby that's what you wanted' he shouted out falling forward. The last few drops of cum trickled out of Conrad's cock splattering on the flagstone floor of the greenhouse his whole body shuddering at the power of his own orgasm. Jack panted heavily struggling to get his breath back and resting on Conrad's back. Conrad held Jack's thighs keeping the hard cock inside his arse. Jack continued grinding his cock deep in Conrad for nearly 10 minutes until he began to soften. Conrad raised his head concerned "Are you alright Jack?" he asked. Jack nodded "Yes" he said through laboured breaths "takes me a while to get my breath back". "You made me cum without touching my cock" Conrad said kissing him lightly on the lips. Jack smiled "Shows how much you really wanted me I guess" he said standing upright pulling his cock out. "Ouch" Conrad tensed up "slowly it hurts" he said. Jack looked down at the streaks of blood on his cock "I got you good" he sniggered. Conrad pulled his jeans up but Jack pushed him down to his knees "You haven't finished, clean it up bitch" he said. It wasn't the most pleasantest of experiences cleaning cock after it being in his arse, Joshua certainly never expected him to do that. Fortunately he was pretty clean and only got the salty remnants of Jack's cum and the coppery taste that was his own blood. Really he didn't know what to expect from finally having sex with Jack all he could think was back to times when they laughed and joked around in the flower beds. Certainly there was some element of flirting that grew the older Conrad got leading to right now. Jack moved his growing cock away from Conrad's mouth pulling him up to his feet and kissing him. Conrad pulled his jeans up and sat on the floor "Fuck Jack" he said half grinning and grimacing in pain. "You wanted it" Jack replied zipping up his jeans "horny little fucker aren't you?" he said. Conrad chuckled "I never realised you were such an animal" he said looking amazed "seriously I never expected that side of you". Jack smiled "Well you know what to expect now" he said helping Conrad up "and I needed to make sure you got some of my DNA implanted in your body". "I think you did that my arse is sore as hell" Conrad replied then laughed. When he got home later that evening Conrad showered and went to bed, laying there he gently fingered his hole that was still tender. A small amount of Jack's seed seeped out and Conrad flipped over looking at the small red stained semen on his sheet 'Oh Jack' he said rubbing his cock and leaning down licking and sucking the cum up before swallowing it. He laid down on his back the thought of Jack assaulting his arse so violently, his erection felt incredibly harder than normal. Thrusting his hips up he rolled the foreskin back holding his cock tight jettisoning his seed like a bullet, firing up across his face and landing across his left eyebrow and into his eye stinging badly he squinted and jumped off the bed. His orgasm was so strong his legs couldn't hold him upright properly, his hips bucking with orgasm pulses in his cock that travelled down his legs, still expelling small amounts of cum on the floor and wall of his bedroom. Wiping his eye with his t-shirt and looking in the mirror he had a big case of pink eye and it still stung like hell. When he finally made it to the bathroom he bathed his eye in some warm water and put some eye drops in to stem the pink eye. It was another frosty morning and Conrad was up at the manor by 8am following Jack's instruction to tidy one the larger flower beds by the greenhouse. Jack turned up a little after 9am and saw Conrad kneeling down amongst the evergreen bushes. It was too good to pass by he thought feeling his cock expanding under his jeans, walking outside again it was eerily quiet. The only sound was Conrad discreetly clipping away some of the dead branches lower down on the bushes. Jack crept up behind him his cock already hard and hanging out of his jeans, the cold air accentuated his erection even more. Conrad heard the twig snap and was about to turn his head when he was pushed down with one hand letting out a cry as branch scratched the side of his face. Swiftly Jack yanked Conrad's jeans and underwear down and slipped his cold cock deep in to the warmth cosiness of Conrad's arse then dead weighting him he started pounding deep. Conrad raised his head looking in to the tangled mess of the branches in front of him, he struggled against Jack's assault in a pretend fashion. He was so turned on and strangely found it erotic being raped in the flower bed by him. Conrad gasped and pushed his arse up wanting to feel Jack deep in him again, he took it as a sign of struggle and pushed Conrad down with his hips, his free hand clamped over Conrad's mouth stifling his moans and ramping up the force of his thrusting penetrating deeper and feeling his balls tighten up sharply. Jack grunted and pushed down harder clenching his buttocks tightly lost in the most intense pleasure from his balls to the tip of his cock pumping him full of his seed again. Conrad thought it was all over but Jack was not done, he continued fucking Conrad until he was ready to implant more DNA. The second orgasm as big as the first and giving several rapid jabs to make sure Conrad knew he was fucked. Jack laid on top panting and wheezing heavily catching his breath. Lifting himself off and pulling his cock out slowly and large trickle of blood soaked semen escaped winding its way down his arse and over his balls 'Dirty whore' Jack said chuckling. Conrad kneeled up and pulling his jeans back up when he turned Jack had already gone and left him there. Shit he thought to himself trying to gather his thoughts and unable to explain why Jack had this intoxicating control over in sex. Conrad was cold and soaked when he walked in to the greenhouse "Morning" he said to Jack kissing him. Jack kissed him back "Morning, you look like you have been raped" he said smirking. Conrad put his pruning clippers down "Yeah crap fucker though didn't even say thank you" he said. Jack creased up laughing "Fuck knows why Conrad but I love abusing you and can you take it". Conrad kissed him slow and tenderly "Seriously sex is so hot with you" he said. Jack ran his finger across the cut below Conrad's cheek and licked the blood "You taste nice" he chuckled. Conrad shook his head still reeling from the incredible fuck had been subjected to, Jack took Conrad up to the manor sneaking him in to one of the bathrooms to get him cleaned up. Jack and Conrad had two or three random aggressive fucks in the greenhouse or up against trees in the ground over the next couple of days before Conrad went to London with his parents. His arse was still sore after arriving in London from Jack pounding his arse twice the evening before he left, the second one Jack tied Conrad down to the workbench and spent nearly an hour abusing his arse before giving him his going away protein. Every time Conrad woke up in the night he couldn't stop controlling himself and masturbated orgasming within minutes with the thought of Jack raping him and planting his seed deep inside.

Hey I have enjoyed this site for some time. I admit I have this fetish and always wanted to write a story about it. IRL I am fairly straight acting and rarely pursue anything risky. With that said, there are sometimes when I want to throw caution to the wind, at least in my fantasy life! This is my first story attempt so please bear with me. Let me know if it's worth continuing. Also, note this is a complete work of FICTION. I do not condone unethical behavior or unsafe behavior of any sort. Be kind to each other and be safe. Get tested. This story cannot be reposted elsewhere. OBLIVION, PART I They called it The Boom. After three years, 200 million cases, 3 failed vaccines and 9.5 million global deaths from COVID, the world finally sloughed off its death shroud and began to breathe free again in the year 2023. And Jimmy Jackson wanted to get laid. As he packed up his shiny new Ryzen laptop in his particularly ostentatious office on a summer solstice day, he trembled a bit with excitement. Jimmy was going to be naughty. After being holed up for three years, in quarantine, with two kids, a blonde, bland wife who had lost all interest in sex, in a world where he saw everyone else doing wrong when he was doing the right thing, he was finally going to break bad. He loved his new job at his new company, and Jimmy thought these life changes in a new world of hope — no, scratch that, a world returning back to its old idiocy, except with fewer idiots — meant a new mindset. After so many years of playing a role he was going to break free. His role had been one of pursuit of the ultimate suburban life, the American dream with a dose of post-racial kumbaya and pull yourself up with your own bootstraps fable-making. He was a handsome black man, 45 years old but who could definitely pass for 15 years younger, a shiny bald Blair Underwood, about 5’ 9”, still in shape but with a dad bod struggling to make itself known. He did have a gorgeous wife, Liz, who when young reveled in being the rebel for marrying “outside her race” but the trappings of the country club, the binds of the baubles, ladies’ socials and pre-menopause sucked the life out of her. Jimmy could barely count on a blowjob every couple of years after Liz downed a bottle of gin, a boozy, sad affair that Jimmy would rather do without. So as he made his way through highway rush hour traffic in Raccoon City, the sun still high in the sky at 7 PM in the evening, Jimmy thought about getting some cock. He had thought about it for decades. Sure, he tried a couple of times to act on it, but he was sure the whole “gay” thing was just nervousness around women, or just a phase. There was the professor in college who invite him over, and Jimmy touched another penis for the first time, and felt another man’s touch. The professor - a kindly man who taught in the engineering department — took Jimmy’s 18 year old cock in his mouth. Jimmy remembered the stubble of the prof’s face against his hairless stomach. The contrast — pasty white academic, strong, virile black youth — was striking. The professor sucked Jimmy’s 8 inch brown and smooth cock until Jimmy felt something rise in him he had never felt before. Jimmy’s cock exploded in the professor’s mouth a flood of candied honey cum, and the older man drank it down. It was the most intense feeling, as if his soul had left his body as his sugary spunk flowed down the gray haired prof’s throat. The professor acted as though he’d swallowed an Olympian vintage. Jimmy briefly tasted the prof’s cock, but the bitter taste and old man scents didn’t help, and after his orgasm he felt a bit ashamed. Quickly excusing himself, he rushed out of the professor’s home, went back to his dorm room, found a stash of beer and washed the pre-cum taste out of his mouth as he listened to his roommates talk about the girls they had bagged the night before. Throughout college and grad school people wondered why Jimmy, given his good looks and healthy career prospects, did not date that much. Oh, there were a few girls here and there, but Jimmy simply couldn’t understand women, and the games, and how he could reconcile his strong feelings for men with society’s view of what he “should do.” Even in the gay community, Jimmy didn’t see it as welcoming. He saw people like himself, with the same hue, being portrayed as no more than Mandingo warriors ready to service white twinks - a hyper masculinity that Jimmy really found hard to pull off. Jimmy knew that he was essentially a bottom. Versatile, maybe, but 99% bottom. The closest Jimmy got to experiencing his true desire was getting a bit tipsy one night in the city when he was 25. Luckily he wasn’t driving so he walked down the main avenue looking for a taxi — a hard thing to accomplish for a black man at 2 am on a Thursday night. As he walked Jimmy noticed that he walked past a brick club, “The GASKET” with a red light out front. Jimmy had never been, but he knew about the place. It was a gay bathhouse. Jimmy had never had the courage to visit, especially in a small town like Raccoon City. Near the club, though, was a bus stop shelter, and hanging out there was a burly, muscular, scruffy leather-clad daddy leaning against the side of the shelter. Jimmy saw the taller man, maybe 6’2”, and paused briefly. The leather daddy looked at him up & down. “What the fuck you looking at?” growled the daddy. Jimmy was a bit afraid, but seeing the daddy’s tattooed hairy chest, his rippling muscles and feeling the sense that he could rip Jimmy in two with his bare hands made Jimmy’s lips part, his crotch stir. The leather daddy sensed this. “Sorry,” Jimmy said. He prepared to quickly walk past when the daddy cooed,”Come here, I wanna talk to you.” The talk turned into the daddy leading Jimmy to the behind the club, pressing Jimmy against the wall while the daddy scruffily kissed him. Jimmy eyes narrowed into slits and he gasped as he gave into the lust he had for this daddy, this random daddy that pressed him against the wall with his strong arms, probing Jimmy’s mouth with his tongue and grabbing Jimmy tight bubble jeans butt in his hands. Jimmy hadn’t been with a man since that first time in college, 7 years before. The daddy hands made its way into the back of Jimmy pants, his fingers probing, seeking, Jimmy’s tight asshole. Daddy’s fat finger rubbed Jimmy’s anus in a circular motion, then dug its way inside Jimmy, finger fucking him while the daddy devoured Jimmy neck and Jimmy slumped helpless as he was being ravaged by the leather daddy. After a few minutes of the assault, the daddy forced Jimmy to his knees, dropped his jeans and popped out a beautiful, pink cock, tattooed along the top of the shaft with an arrow head, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. Grabbing Jimmy’s head, the daddy forced Jimmy’d face into his crotch, and his dick into Jimmy’s moist mouth. Jimmy gagged and recoiled as Daddy slammed his thick nine inches into Jimmy mouth, assaulting his tonsils. Strings of spit and pre-semen hung from Jimmy’s chin as his mouth got fucked. Jimmy, as opposed to shame, felt an inner slut emerge. He was in a dirty parking lot, drunk, with a strange man, with god know how many diseases and god knows he might have friends waiting out front to beat the hell out of him. Who cares, because Jimmy felt it was right to be on his knees, in front of this man. Daddy stood Jimmy up and turned him to face the wall. Pulling down Jimmy pants, Daddy had one aim in mind. Jimmy stood for a second, ass projected out, his ass somewhat open by Daddy’s finger play. He wanted to say yes…and no… but for some reason he could not voice the words. Instead, before Daddy could enter him, Jimmy mumbled incoherently and turned, went back onto his knees and presented his mouth. Daddy shrugged and continued to fuck his face. As Daddy grunted and his balls tighten he gave Jimmy his first load. Jimmy accepted it gladly, sucking down this silver fox’s nectar, making it part of his own body. The daddy zipped up, and patted Jimmy on the head. “Thanks, kid,” Daddy said. Then he simply walked away. In mid-stride, though, Daddy turned around. “You know, I was nice about it. Never tease a man when he’s out for ass. The next guy may not be so nice.” With him left the fog of lust and alcohol fumes that brought Jimmy to the parking lot of a gay bathhouse. What the leather daddy said was menacing, scary. “What had I gotten myself into? I coulda been hurt really bad. And so what — what did he mean by someone not being ‘nice?’” thought Jimmy. Somehow Jimmy found his way home, woke up in his own bed somehow, with a five alarm hangover. The night before was a blur, but the dried cum on his shirt jogged his memory - cum from the leather daddy. Something was triggered in Jimmy. Within a month he secured a girlfriend who eventually became his wife, and he started leading a false life. His fear buried his true nature, that of a bottom slut. Twenty years later. After doing everything right, in the middle of a pandemic Jimmy caught COVID. Though he was healthy, he ended up on a ventilator, with a low chance of survival. While fighting for his life, his wife familiarized herself with the insurance policies and the kids played Playstation 6. After four long weeks, Jimmy emerged. Jimmy recovered. He was gonna live. Fuck Liz. Fuck playing dad. Fuck caring about what others say. Fuck his fears. But how far would he go? So the autonomous driving car pulled into the garage in the suburban outskirts of Raccoon City, in a nice cu-de-sac, where other colleagues’ families also lived, Jimmy thought that after decades he was going to become what he was meant to be. Jimmy got out of the car, disengaged the auto driver, and saw across the way Melvin, a tan, in-shape, tri-athlete who also worked at Jimmy’s company, Metre Group, one floor down. (thank god he didn’t work for Umbrella Corporation!) Melvin was already a senior vice president. Though Jimmy wanted to break out of his hum-drum life, he still coveted that high executives’ life. He’d always been too nice, though, or not much of a risk taker. or corporate killer He envied Melvin in a way. No more Mr Nice Guy. Melvin waved, while watering the lawn of his much bigger home with the other hand. “Hey Jimmy, staying late again? You’re been at Metre long enough to quit early like the rest of us!” he said with a chuckle. “Oh, you know just trying to show you guys up!” Jimmy said with a smile. Jimmy made a note that he should continue to stay longer. Maybe that will get him noticed? Jimmy walked into the house, past Liz who was on some menopausal silent treatment kick this week (What’s new?) and past the kids who grunted as they watched on the holo-TV “The Simple Life Reunion : Fabulous at 40” with a Botoxed Paris Hilton reprising her stupid-chick-out-of-water routine. He went to his office, which was off limits to everyone else in the house, and plugged in his work laptop along side his huge, super fast i12 with a holographic display and AR controls. Sensing his biometrics, the computer recognizes Jimmy and boots up his 3D environment — no glasses need. It was hi-res “Minority Report.” Manipulating an ethereal keyboard and orbs in space, he navigated to a website for gay hookups. He mostly used his membership for spank material, living vicariously through others. He had a few pictures up but nothing that showed his face. He looked at various pictures of hot guys, the NSFW shots that may or may not be of the account holder’s actual body parts. One profile intrigued him for months, though. A fair haired, 41, tall muscular guy who claimed to live on the other side of Raccoon City. Less risk of discovery, or meeting at local events maybe? The guy — he called himself Wallace — seemed a bit cocky, a bit full of himself, but claimed be 100% top, and mostly importantly, “open to all races.” Jimmy had instant sound-proofing installed, so at a touch of an augmented reality button his sleek office immediately became sound proof and privacy blinds dropped across the windows, just in case. Liz called this Jimmy’s “dungeon mode.” It kept her and others from getting in Jimmy’s business. Jimmy started a virtual chat with “Wallace,” making sure to start the virtual private network and firewalls to ensure no one his true location. Wallace answered, his image floating in space in front of Jimmy. “Yo what’s up dude,” Wallace said. Jimmy smiled. “Not much. thanks for taking my chat.” Jimmy noticed that his computer showed Wallace on his side trying to store Jimmy’s image. “What are you doing?” Jimmy frowned. “Oh sorry dude. Bad habit. Just for protection, you know? Lots of crazies out there. I respect your privacy,” Wallace said, trying to be convincing. “Don’t worry about it. This is encrypted anyway,” Jimmy said, smirking. He then thought that he might make the first move, a sign of his new mindset. “ If you weren’t as cute as you are, I woulda hung up by now.” Wallace put his hands on his hips, contemplating this handsome black man. “Well, I’m glad I passed your cuteness test, though I personally had no doubt.” They both laughed as the tension eased. “So, what are you looking for…uh…you didn’t say your name…” Wallace’s sentence trailed off. “Ferriss,” Jimmy said, “Yeah like the movie.” “Oooookkkkay” Wallace said as he did a slight eye roll. “ That’s ridiculous enough to be true. It also happens to be the name on your profile, but that doesn’t mean much. I did want to take a chat from a guy actually named Ferriss!” “My parents liked the movie, I guess,” Jimmy said, trying to lend credence to an obvious lie. “Hold on, I need to change shirts,” Wallace said, as, in real time, he takes off his polo to reveal a chiseled chest but with a touch of middle age— not unlike Jimmy’s body. “Let me find… something else to put on….” “Jimmy jumped in. “What are you doing? Now.” Wallace was slightly taken aback, but recovered. “Nothing, why.” “I’m coming over. I will take a shower and come over.” Wallace smiled. “You can take one here. I’ll send my details.” Jimmy’s decisiveness scared him a bit but also excited him. He signed off and already saw on his iPhone 14 that Wallace sent directions. He tried to hide his erection as he walked through the house. “I’m going out,” he simply said, to no one in particular. Not that they cared. His car, sensing the directions, warned that the destination neighborhood had a high crime rate. Jimmy overrode the safety feature and the car went about its way. The neighborhood was hell, and the sun setting behind the concrete canyon of this part of the city cast long dark shadows. The last of the day’s heat kept street funk encased at nostril level. The homeless shuffled about, positioning themselves as this became their dominion as darkness fell. The car suggested to Jimmy the best lit area nearest to Wallace’s address. There was that at least. Jimmy would have to be careful, he thought. Still, lust began to drive him. He thought about, as he found the apartment building, with a cleaner exterior than most buildings in this part of town, the things he wanted to do. He had almost died. He had denied himself for so many years. All feelings had been sucked out of him, except for fear. That was his constant companion. He wanted to start challenging it. A face scan (an old one that didn’t link to city databases thank goodness — Jimmy knew because he managed such business for Metre) let Jimmy in the building. No elevator, just some stairs. Five stories up, and Jimmy stood in front of Apartment 529. He knocked. No answered. He knocked again. Still no answer. Was he being ghosted? Jimmy starting feeling a bit uncomfortable standing in the strange hallway. Finally after an eternity and just as Jimmy was about to walk away, Wallace opened the door. In a towel. “Hey, sorry,” Wallace said apologetically, “I was getting the shower ready. Come in.” Jimmy hesitated, losing his nerve a bit. He gingerly stepped inside the apartment. The interior looked Kubrickian — white lacquered walls, with splashes of red and brown on the furniture. Muted wooden floors. In the living room a pastel wall mural of a young man, his cock dripping one splash of cum as his head is thrown back in ecstasy. They walk past the bedroom which had similar styling, with a huge brown circular bed in the middle of an almost empty white room. They make it to the spacious bathroom, which is white and steamy at the entrance, Wallace drops his towel. “Join me for a shower?” he asked. Jimmy saw Wallace’s gorgeous body, and fair haired trimmed bush, and long but still flaccid uncut cock. Jimmy didn’t have to be asked twice — he quickly undressed and took Wallace’s hand…and walked into the steam - a deep, sandalwood fog that eventually revealed a large open shower with a waterfall shower head and shower heads position around the walls of the chamber at chest height. Wallace pulled Jimmy close, and they both looked into a nearby tall mirror — Jimmy’s brown skin and Wallace’s pink, taunt body. They kiss, and Jimmy’s hardness rose as his fear faded away. Wallace grabbed some beautiful body soap. “I had this made especially for me,” Wallace said. The smell of oud, jasmine, saffron and rose filled the space and Wallace worked the body soap around his body, then around Jimmy’s. Wallace stroked Jimmy’s chest as Jimmy closed his eyes, working his mind into it., feeling the water jets all around him, feeling Wallace’s wet hands. smelling the smells. “That’s nice,” Jimmy sighed. After a bit, Wallace says, “Turn around.” Jimmy complied, putting his hands on the shower walls and turning his ass to Wallace. Wallace, using more soap, caresses it into Jimmy’s back, working his way down until he reaches Jimmy’s ass crack. Jimmy arches his back as the first man to touch him there in decades strokes his asshole, slowly opening it up. Wallace reaches around and starts to work Jimmy’s already engorged cock. Jimmy barely realized that Wallace had started to spoon him, and that Wallace’s own prodigious cock was sliding up and down between Jimmy’s cheeks. Jimmy was entranced, his mouth slightly open. The world fell away and he was grateful. He tired of its fakeness. He grew weary of the pettiness. As a man who faced death he realized that no one was here to save us, to take care of our pleasure. No one seizes the day but ourselves, and as he threw his head back in passion Wallace slid his slick cock into Jimmy’s sweet brown bubble butt, like it was meant to be there. Jimmy’s dick stiffened and began to leak pre-cum. Wallace’s kissed on Jimmy’s neck, and softly grunted as he took that virgin hole, that would be his forever. Jimmy swooned as he thought that this moment was so perfect, that on his death bed he would struggle to jack off at the last moment of his life to match his end with the beginnings that this night brought to him. He was fulfilling his calling as a bottom. As Wallace tweaked his nipples Jimmy worked his ass back and met each of Wallace’s thrusts. He felt his walls milking Wallace’s cock and he gasped as he felt Wallace’s cock swell. Wallace began focusing his stroke on Jimmy’s prostate, pummeling it with each stroke. Jimmy was not only on the verge of a true anal orgasm but close to shooting his load without once touching his dick. Jimmy loved the possibility of surrender - surrender to Wallace’s dick, surrendering his body to a strange lover…. Wallace leaned in, whispering to Jimmy, “Oh my god you are so tight. You must be a virgin. I always wanted to give my gift to a virgin.” Gift?, Jimmy thought. “Whaaaa….” Reality intervened. “What do you mean, ‘gift?’” Jimmy asked, curious but his voice trembling. “My poz cum. I’m going to make you pregnant with my baby. I will own you,” Wallace said with a mixture of a sigh and a hiss. “NOOOOO!” Jimmy said, snapping out of his dick daze. He dislodged Jimmy’s dick from his ass and ran for the bathroom door, collecting his things. He’s soaking wet… “Wait! I thought you knew! I thought that was what you wanted!” Wallace protested. Jimmy quickly got dressed, with difficulty as he tried to fit his still-hard cock into his jeans. “You are a sick animal! I should have you arrested! I don’t want AIDS!!!!” Wallace reached out but Jimmy turned away and ran to the door. “No, get away from me!” Jimmy leaves, leaving Wallace standing in the middle of his living room, naked, blue-balled, confused. Jimmy races down the stairs into the tepid night, confused about where he left his car. H felt so exposed in some many ways. He was again, scared. Jimmy realized he was lost. He forgot what block he left his car on. Various shady characters circled around him, sensing confused and vulnerable prey. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt himself watched… Then suddenly like Mulholland Drive a mangy creature stepped out of the shadows of an alley into Jimmy’s way. Putrid, with a mangled face, the creature smiled a diseased smile, and Jimmy’s heart leapt out of his chest and he ran the other way. After about 20 minutes Jimmy found his car, still intact, unmolested, unlike him. By the time of his arrival at home Liz had bedded down with her nightly headache and the kids were doing what teenagers do so Jimmy was alone. He rushed to his office, activating silence mode. What should he do? What the hell was Wallace thinking? What was the hell he thinking? His lust after so many years had made his stupid and vulnerable to something like this. He navigated to the hookup website to delete Wallace’s profile. Jimmy was in a rage. As he logged on he noticed a message from Wallace. Jimmy went to delete it, but thought better of it. Maybe Wallace had something meaningful to say to explain his actions. The message consisted of only Wallace on his huge round, brown bed in a white room, stroking his huge cock. Long strokes, his bulbous head straining under its skin, his pee hole leaking rivers of precum that made his cock slick. Moaning Jimmy’s name, Wallace shot floods and floods of juicy cum its color enhanced by the dark brown of the sheets. Jimmy didn’t think it possible to explode in such a way. His asshole twitched in sympathy and his mouth watered at the sight of this seed. “I am a nice guy, Jimmy,” Wallace said after coming down from his orgasm. “Never tease a man when he’s out for ass.” The message ended there, and Jimmy was shaking. “This is my life!” Jimmy thought “What right does he have?” Jimmy deleted everything about Wallace from his computer. He was done. But…did Wallace say what he thought he said…and HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME???? Just then, on Jimmy’s work computer, a message arrives. “That’s strange,” Jimmy thought, because his work computer wasn’t set up to receive messages yet. “HOW WAS TONIGHT?” the message said. It was signed by Melvin. TO BE CONTINUED.

I don't sell it...but I wear jocks to fill with my cum and/or piss for my blog readers. I have them send the jock to me so it can be the correct size in case they want to wear it when I'm done. I also have them send me a jock of the same type in my size--which often works out to be about the same price as the postage I will spend on getting the ripe jock back to them. They request what juices of mine they want. I take pictures of the jock's destruction along the way. It's good blog fodder--and I love the idea that I have a number of men around the world wanking off to my smell as they read the blog.

Yes. I'm mostly polite, and that guy went to the trouble of brewing that load, then sharing it with me. The least I can do is thank him for it. If I had a good time, I at least want the possibility of being asked back, and not leaving the impression of an asshole who just takes and takes without ever acknowledging gratitude. That's just how I function.

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

There is an old saying in life – “many a good tune played on an old fiddle” – well didn’t my mancunt get to realise how true that was last night. Apart from a couple of spasmodic regulars and one every Friday night regular (except tonight as he has a work function), things have been horribly dry for this little cumdump in recent months. I have gone from getting bred up to 20 times a week to two or three if I am lucky – it is the leanest period I have had in 20 years. Last night I was on Grindr – hoping, horny and praying. A guy hit me up – saying he was visiting friends in the area and was keen to fuck me – if I was interested. We exchanged some pics and his cock shot got me straight away – fat and thick. I gave him my address and punctual as – he was over within the hour. I had readied myself and opened the door in a jockstrap and my t-shirt. As is usual when I invite a new fuck over, I throw on some music, whack a bit of porn on the tele and use the mood lighting. He was in his late 60’s I am guessing. I didn’t give a fuck – I just wanted cock in me. In no time I had his fly undone and was presented with this beautiful fat cut cock, which I immediately swallowed. He was groaning already and I thought “don’t you fucking cum sunshine.” He didn’t, and started to undress himself why I treated his meat with my mouth. We left behind a trail of his clothes as we worked our way into the bedroom. Then he got to work – man this man had magic fingers. The groaning changed from him to me in no time at all. “That bubble butt deserves a right royal fucking,” he said. He asked for lube and although I don’t like it much I handed him the tube while he kept touch typing on the lips of my mancunt, spitting on his fingers, easing a couple in, then pulling them out and massaging my outer hole. I was insane by the time he slid his cock into me doggy style. He probably had a blue pill, but who cares. For the next 40 minutes he fucked me in every position, slid his cock in and out at different angles, pulled right out and plunged back in. He was some fuck. In his younger days I am sure he made plenty of bottom boys squirm and squeal with delight just as I was last night. I actually got off on thinking how many holes he would have made happy with that lovely fat cock over the decades. By the time he came – he sweat was dripping all over me. As he gradually pulled out he was totalled. I immediately whipped around and went to work to clean his cock. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he said gasping for breath. “And I wasn’t expecting to get so well fucked so it’s the least I could do,” I replied. I spent a good five minutes working my mouth over every centimetre off his dick and ball sac. I knew there was going to be no “seconds” but he was one hell of a fuck. Turns out he lives 200 kms south of Sydney and was on his way back home when he picked me up on Grindr. He never asked for a condom and I never offered one. I slept happily with his load in me and I felt the warmest I have been for some time. We swapped numbers and I told him I would always be available anytime he was back in town. Never judge a book by it’s cover!

My Boy in the Darkroom My boy and I have an adventurous streak, as you may know from my other stories about the risky sex we have with each other and with strangers. It really turns me on to see him take a fresh raw cock balls deep. Not only does he love it, I love fucking him after he’s been bred. His hole is so opened up and so juicy with seed. Last fall, I was headed out of town for a business trip. He was going to fly to Chicago to meet me and we were going to spend the weekend there, likely getting up to some naughty fun together. We get tested every three months for everything for PrEP and I got my results back before going to the airport. My boy’s results were held up for some reason. While I was at my conference, he messaged me that his HIV test came back inconclusive and he needed to go back to the doctor for a second test. I was surprised the neither of us seemed to freak out about it. But, we decided that if he was going to play either at home or in Chicago, he’d better make his tops bag up just to be responsible. We’re sluts, not heathens. I had one night off midweek and went to the bathhouse. I saw a very sexy tall slim guy with a buzz cut so short he was nearly bald, and a scruffy goatee, covered in tattoos. One on his arm was a full sleeve of tribal patterns. He introduced himself as Hal and bought me a beer at the bar and in our towels, we chatted. I told him about my boy and how we played together and apart, often raw. He pointed to his sleeve, and I recognized one of the flourishes as a stylized biohazard symbol. He told me he was POZ and on and off meds. I told him I was on PrEP, but my boy’s last results were problematic. He offered to make sure they came back positive on the next test. I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not. He told me he was always there on Saturday nights, so I made a note to bring my boy there. Anyway, he told me he was mostly a top but liked having his ass eaten, so he took me to the darkroom area and I ate his ass. It was slick with a fresh cumload and I lapped it down. He then flipped me over and tried to enter me. I was way too tight to take on his thick eight inches, so I finished him off with my mouth, letting him cum all over my face. I told him my boy was a much better bottom than me. He made note of that saying he’d love to find out. We showered together and fingered each other’s holes. I’m sure he scooped some cum out of his ass and into mine. What a pig. My kind of guy. I knew my boy would like to meet him. My boy had gone back to the doctor end of the day on Friday and then packed and headed to the airport on Saturday morning. He met me at the hotel and we had a nice dinner. He wasn’t freaked out at all and told me that he’d been bad lately about missing doses. The doctor also suggested he refrain from taking PrEP pills until he got back results. So, he’d been missing doses and now hadn’t taken any for nearly a week. I told him about my piggy bathhouse friend and my boy grinned from ear to ear realizing that fucking now would be more risky than usual. After dinner, we went to the room to shower, clean out, and get ready to go to the bathhouse. After we were both really deep cleaned, he fingered some lube into me, just in case. I started fingering lube into his hole, and got hard and wet. I asked if I could seed him to get him opened up and ready for whatever would happen that night. I reminded him that he’d be wise to make guys use protection in case they wanted to fuck him. He agreed and made sure to tuck a few condoms into his little bag with hair gel, shampoo and a comb. We got to the bathhouse and it seemed much more crowded than the night I’d been there. I saw my tattooed friend and he smiled at us. I introduced him to my boy, who was instantly smitten. We all split up to have some fun. I dipped my bare cock into two or three holes but wasn’t in the mood to cum yet. I then went into the darkroom and saw my boy and Hal making small talk in a pool of downlight. My boy smiled at me and told me he’d let four guys fuck him and they’d all worn condoms and came on his ass or in his mouth. Good boy, right? Now my boy was stretched out, but dry inside. I bragged to Hal that I preferred to breed my boy after he had a load or two inside to mix up. Hal winked and offered to get him wet if we’d blow him. My boy and I knelt down and serviced Hal’s big cock. My boy suckled his egg-sized balls when I deep-throated his shaft. I suspected he was about to rawfuck my boy. Since he was already POZ, it couldn’t hurt to breed my boy, unless his results were indeed NEG… I was so hard thinking about that that it distracted me from doing a good job blowing Hal. I stood up and let my boy take over, fisting my own dick. Hal stood my boy up and leaned him over onto a bench. My boy’s upper body was out of the light, but his upturned ass was on full display. Hal lapped at his hole and jammed three long fingers into my boy. When he pulled them out they were slimy with my seed and some globby lube. Hal used that spooge to lube up his cock and stood up. He slapped his raw dick against my boy’s crack, rubbing it up and down. He sunk down on his hips and aimed his cock right at my boy’s hole. He jutted his crotch forward and must have sent the first two inches or so right into my boy’s unprotected hole, now more unprotected than ever. My boy’s back arched and stiffened. He stood up and I could see his conflicted face in the downlight. Hal whispered something in his ear and my boy nodded and bent back over, sending his upper body back into the darkness. Hal jammed two then three fingers on his left hand into my boy’s ass, then switched hands. My boy reached back and spread his cheeks wide. Hal spat on my boy’s hole and then again on his monster cock. Hal stood up and held his cock. Then he pushed forward and slid into my boy, again only one or two inches. It was so hot watching this POZ unmedicated cock entering my boy. Hal rocked his hips forwards and backwards, but never going any deeper. My boy stiffened again and he stood up, his conflicted face not sure what to do. Hal leaned forward and wrapped his tatted arm around my boy’s chest and hissed, ‘I wanna fuck you so bad…’ My boy leaned back and twisted so he could kiss Hal. Know that we rarely kiss guys were fucking around with so it really got me going. Hal grabbed my boy’s cock and stroked him. My boy melted into Hal’s toned chest. In doing so, he let Hal inside him, balls deep, raw. Hal supported himself with an outstretched arm to the wall and my boy reached back to Hal’s lower back, pumping his ass onto Hal’s cock. When my boy thrust forward, I could see his ass keeping a tight grip on Hal’s cock, like it didn’t want to let go. They fucked like that for a few minutes, long enough to attract a crowd. Hal pumped away until his face grimaced and he fired off his load into my boy’s willing guts. Hal backed away and waved me over to them. I knelt down as my boy spread his cheeks. I saw globs of POZ cum ooze out of his hair cunt. I lapped it up and kept as much in my mouth as I could. As I held his face, passing that fresh POZ cum into his mouth, I slid into him. He really was as wet and opened as he’d ever been. His hole felt amazing and shot off deep inside him. As I stepped aside, an older guy lined up behind my boy, with a big pot belly. He growled at Hal, ‘if he’ll let you fuck him raw, what have I got to lose?’ He slid his stubby cock right into my boy’s stretched out cummy hole. I held my boy’s face as the old man pummeled him for about thirty second before adding his load to the mix. A few guys applauded as a beefy furry redhead stepped up. Hal spat on his cock and lined it up with my boy’s hole. The ginger stud fucked for maybe a minute before he came too, deep inside my boy. My boy had had all the cock and cum he could take and leaned onto the bench, on his shoulders facing the room, and spreading his legs. The old man jerked my boy off as Hal squatted and shoved four fingers right up into my boy’s ass. I kissed my boy tenderly as he clenched his eyes shut and fired out his cum. The ginger stud crouched down and took all of my boy’s seed onto his face. Some got in his eyes, but he didn’t seem bothered. Hal suggested we all go for a shower and figure out if we were in need of a break or done for the night. We swung by the lockerroom. My boy checked his phone and saw a message from the doctor, ‘GOOD NEWS. TEST RESULTS BACK. YOU’RE NEGATIVE FOR HIV-1 AND HIV-2.’ He rolled his eyes and said, ‘Well. I was as of yesterday…’ He then winked at me, took Hal’s hand, and headed back to the darkroom.

We have a guess this weekend in the dungeon awaiting the other's to arrive and join in on the fun and games planned for this young bottom tonight. What he doesn't know is the fuck sheath I have to insert in his tight boy hole to protect him from all the cum and bodily fluid has a Tiny pin hole in it. It had to be done other wise no way to insert your cock it lets the air trapped inside out and the large cock in. Soon he will be stripped cuffed and the only light he will see will be the glowing of the candle's. He told my boy he wanted to be breed in a Ritual type setting. No control and used as a Total cum dump. His wish is going to come true this weekend.

So far, I have never failed to take a man’s cock. That doesn’t mean they were all easy to take, or pleasant - some were definite challenges, and a few have been breathtakingly painful. The longest I know for certain was no shorter than 11 actual inches, but I was surprised that I had no trouble with him burying it in me to the root. There was a 9+, however, that made me gasp with every thrust. A year and a half ago in Indianapolis I took the thickest cock I have ever seen on a man. A bit bigger than beer can - I would love to have measured it. As it was, I just lubed and poppered heavily and held on for the ride. He was neither slow nor careful. Worse, about halfway through, he switched me over to missionary to go for depth. I felt every centimeter of every thrust pass through the depths of my cunt, and when he finally (this was no quick fuck) came, I felt every single one of his nine(!) cum spurts pulse themselves the length of his shaft. It hurt. But that fuck was a joy to me to take because of the bliss on that man’s face and the way his deep voice notched up an octave in his moan of pleasure when he pressed that enormous organ as deeply into another man as it could physically go and release its load. It doesn’t get any better than that for me, and if that’s what’s waiting at the end, no cock is too big. I’ll take it somehow.

Self taught here. was masturbating to dry orgasm at 7 with the aid of a very strong water jet from one of the water returns from the pool pump into our backyard pool. Between that and hand stroking it was doing it all the time. I credit this early discovery to my healthy view of sex, since by the time my private christian school started addressing it when I was 12, I knew the sin stuff was total bullshit and likely highly unnatural.

Made it through the lockdown without going on meds 🙂 yay me! We're kinda back to hosting again, still being a somewhat careful, but if you need a tox hole to dump your seed in, hmu 🙂

The only caveat I put on other site profiles - not here obviously - is that anyone who refers to their or anyone’s else status as “clean” will be ignored.

All by myself, when I was really, really young, we are talking about early elementary school aged. It tickled and I liked it. I did not cum of course because you cannot cum that early on in life, but I liked the fact that rubbing it through my underwear or pants tickled me. I had no idea what it was, but I thought it was fun, so I proudly showcased it right in front of my parents, not naked, but just rubbing it through my pants that day through the couch. They were shocked to say the least, no idea where I learned it from, and told me not to do it again without any explanation. As the years went on, and as I was going entering into puberty when I could actually cum, I thought it was urine and it turned me off because I did not like the thought of peeing myself. Sometime in middle school, when I entered into the world of internet porn, and found out what it actually was, and of jacking off while watching porn and the rest was history! What was funny is that between the time I figured out what it masturbating actually was, and the time my parents told me not to do it, I was watching YouTube and heard someone say the word masturbate. The exact phrase was "you better not be masturbating". I did not know what the word meant, nor did I look it up, but I did have a teacher named Mrs. Bates and the word reminded me of her. So, loud and proud, I repeated the phrase right in front of my parents, who were again, shocked and had no idea where I got it from and grounded me for a few hours until we went to Peter Pipers and everyone sorta forgot about it. Those two experiences when I was young taught me to look up things that I do not know of when I first hear it.

What people forget is the power dynamic in all of this. Yeah you can like and connect with certain guys ( I myself when it comes to men isn' t attracted to twinks) but you don't have to get on a mégaphone and proclaim it to the world. A simple no thanks works. Furthermore, relegating certain individuals as second class citizens in the community or constantly denigrating them not only fucks with their self esteem but creates a power dynamic of have and have not. This is not preference.

Wow, I thought I was the only guy out there who learned by accident. I was babysitting, 13 or 14 years old. The father had a few Penthouse and Hustler magazines in the attic (I was nosy, don’t judge). I took a Hustler home with me, one that had a couple of pics of guys in it. In the privacy of my bedroom, I’d look at the pics of the guy, and have an instant raging hard on. I think I was just adjusting my dick with my hand, but touching it felt great. Then I rubbed it a bit...that felt even better! So I kept rubbing it while staring at the naked guy in the magazine. As you can guess, it wasn’t long before I came. And I had no idea what had just happened. What’s that white stuff? Did I injure myself? Am I going to die? I didn’t know what happened, but it felt so good that I risked death doing it 2 more times that day LOL. No, I was never caught

I figured it out on my own. With a little help... My dad had pornographic novels. No pictures except on the cover. I kept finding them hidden in the barn, the basement or under the front seat of his car. I found the first two when I was 10 or so. I was fascinated by the drawings on the covers--of half naked women in provocative poses--but I never thought to read the book. I found two more a few years later. He had made the switch from straight to bisexual stories. This time I read one. My parents were gone for the night and I lay on the couch, fully dressed, on my stomach. I began grinding into the cushion as the sex scenes began. Suddenly I had my first dry orgasm. It felt wonderful---but I was also frightened. Had I just had a heart attack? I did it again the next time I was alone--but in the meantime had also found the hidden copy of Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex....and I knew what was happening. I progressed to stroking soon there after. And to producing semen--cumming into an old sock or some holey underwear my mother had told me to throw out. Soon I was tasting my creamy load. I liked the taste of my cum. A lot. My dad's taste in porn changed in the early 70's. It was now gay. And with covers that were rip offs of Tom of Finland drawings. I loved the leather and the oversized bulging dicks ripping through the denim jeans on the extremely hunky men. Right around that time, I had also learned I could contort my skinny body so I could suck my big dick myself--if I went heels over head. I began pumping loads down my throat...and saved innumerable socks from a sticky end...

I started doing one day when I was 11. I hadn’t a clue what I was doing but it felt amazing so I kept doing it!

I’m imagining walking into some Top’s living room and seeing numerous pairs of underwear mounted on plaques on the wall in lieu of antlers. I never had anyone express the least interest in my underwear, and usually had me out of it as quickly as possible. The only times I recall being asked to wear underwear was so it could be ritually cut or ripped off of me.

Absolutely. I can't imagine fucking an ass without rimming. Before, during and after the fuck. I love how the hole changes as my tongue and cock repeatedly invade it. Loosening it, making it mine for the playtime. Felching my own load (and sharing it with those bottoms who love to snowball) is my biggest fetish. And I love tasting another man's cock and load in a used hole, just as much as my own. The most intimate sex act I can think of is the two of us rimming each other in a 69 and then kissing--tasting our asses on each other's tongues... And don't get me started about men with prolapsed rosebuds who can push their cummy holes actually into my mouth...

Oh yes… this effervescent, bitter, sweet and sour smell of corruption is gently devouring those pungent morsels of innocence that have ripened in fertile pure mounds. Fill your carnal hunger with ambrosia and taint it so that it may reap the fruits of corruption seeds yet sown.

I was doing the second of my weekly scheduled days at Alpha House. Being their cumdump was the best thing in my life. The tops and cumdumps were generally all happy with the set up, and it gave me more chances to get used than anything else I had ever done. Basically, it was a timeshare. Tops paid their rent, and could come use us anytime they wanted. We paid our rent, and signed up for at least two six hour shifts a week, and of course we understood that we agreed to be used by any top, or his guest tops. Extra shifts were okay, if there were tops waiting for service. We could stay and take loads and didn’t have to pay any extra rent. That’s why I usually scheduled weekdays. They were not as popular for the cumdumps, but you still often couldn’t stay on late for extra loads, because there weren't as many tops at the house as cumdumps. The shifts were early and late rush hours: (4AM to 10AM, and 3PM to 9PM on weekdays) so we were available for before work, and after work, and 10AM to 4PM for lunch breaks. The overlap meant always having at least two cumdumps at the beginning of the after work rush. Weekends started at 8PM Friday to 2AM Saturday. I almost always signed up for late Friday, and stayed as long as anyone was still interested in using me. I noticed that tops more often spoke to each other than to cumdumps. If you have an open hole, but are being used at the other end, if someone wanted to use that hole, they would ask the first top if he minded. Of course sometimes tops started together, if they were friends, or something. Late one Friday night, I was giving a slow blow to a top who likes just relaxing with a mouth on his cock. I heard someone ask him, “Hey, can I borrow one of your cumdumps?” “Sure.” He said. "You can use the other end of this one, if you want.” “Oh, no!” The voice said. “I mean, I know you guys have them trained to take whatever they get here. I was wondering if I could take one to a party my dorm is going to have.” “Well,” the top said, “We actually have some fairly strict rules for using a hole. If you actually damage one, it’s grounds for locking you out. For instance, anything that ends up calling an ambulance, or going to emergency even calling a doctor is totally out of bounds. The fact that it wasn’t deliberate is not gonna cut it.” “No! Nothing like that!” The visitor said. “It’s a party, and I wanted to bring one with me to get double-teamed, and . . . well, I like they fact that they pretty much let you fuck ‘em as much as you want, without putting up a fuss.” At this point I felt his cock pressing up against my ass, and he grabbed my hips. The regular top pushed my head down on his cock at the same time. He gets turned on by spit-roasting and it makes him get hard, and stay hard for quite a while. They probably were still talking about borrowing a cumdump, but I was busy, trying to keep both my ass and mouth working hard to give the best service I could. Being known for doing your best makes the tops more likely to choose you when there are extra cumdumps to choose from. The guest was pretty enthusiastic about fucking my ass, and he seemed to like it when I clenched down on his cock as it was moving in and out. For a young guy, he had pretty decent control, but still driving hard. He started to cum, and I’m sure he wasn’t talking any more, for a while, other than grunting “fuck” over and over. The first top noticed he was pretty much done, and said, “Have him clean you up, and I’ll keep fucking him for being such a good boy.” They switched places, and I worked as carefully as I could, knowing most guys don’t want a lot of stimulation right after they cum. The regular top started fucking me harder than he had been all evening. Deep and hard, and a lot faster than I had expected for his third time in only a few hours. He lasted a long time. The visitor pulled out of my mouth and wiped his cock on my hair. He told me “Good faggot.” I think he was going to talk to the first top some more, but before he was done, someone else asked, “You finished with cuntface?” “Yeah.” The kid said. “He seems like he could take another load.” “Yeah? Well, he’s gonna.” Said the new voice. He wasn’t someone I knew by voice, and I was pretty much face down over the the end of the fuck-horse hanging on to the straps to keep from getting knocked off it. I wanted to tell someone I would really like to go to that party, but I was pretty much busy, and I also knew whether I wanted to go probably wasn’t really in question. I did have a reputation to maintain. One of the rules of the Alpha House is that you do not recognize anyone you know from here anywhere but here. You can be a totally out prancing queen if you want, but none of the House Alphas will hit on you in public. We have a “maid” who cleans the bathrooms, and kitchen, and vacuums and dusts the place every couple of days. She wears a skirt no wider than a ruffle, and a mean looking steel chastity device, high heels, black stockings and a push up bustier while she is here. Heavy make up, and fake nails, but the tits are real. From odd moments while we were here together, I know she’s a computer hardware geek and works nights in the world. I don’t know if she wears girl clothes at her job. I am sure I wouldn’t recognize her if she didn't. Even some of the cumdumps feel her tits, and play with her ass while she works. The alphas treat her like any other cocksucker, but usually just watch her work.

A little bit, but totally worth it. I'm what str8 dudes call a "cock gobbler."

Got a great one at the adult store last night in the back booths. Through a glory hole this guy out though a slightly bigger than average cock that was hard as rock with a huge cock head. My favorite after uncut. But he was wearing a condom. So I started to suck him and chewed on that reservoir tip a little, turned around and let him fuck me. He fucked me violently. The booths were shaking. My booth door opened up and it was locked from all the shaking. The condom was starting to hurt a little so I hopped off his cock turn around and sucked him and managed to take off his condom and then got that cock head in my mouth and he instantly came. He did not soften up and was totally ready for more so I figured he has a huge load in there so I turned around to ride it raw but he pulled away and tapped on my ass. I motioned for me to come closer to the home and he whispered he was newly poz would only fuck with a condom. I really wanted his dick no matter what so I agreed and out on another condom, one with our a reservoir tip. I wanted to suck it but he said no and to turn around. I worked some spit in my home and did what he asked and he entered me. It felt so much better. So he pounds me for a good 5 minutes when I could tell he was really close so I loosened up so I can take him really deep. If I can't get his cum I figured he should slam my prostate and make me pee right then and there and that's what he did. I knew he was unloading inside me and could feel every pulse of his cock. He pulls out and I could see he's got a massive load in that condom and even better, it was dripping through. I lucky that right up and out his still hard cock back in my ass and milked that poz load right into my ass. I could feel him finally stating to go soft so I hop off and suck the little that was left in the condom, took the condom off and sucked him a little more and cleaned him up. In the back of mind in thinking this is so wrong and so right as he pulls up his jeans zips up and leaves. I waited till I heard him leave the store and jumped into a single booth to just jerk off in a single booth and enjoy that afterglow. Took a big a poppers and I can feel their massive load at the base of of my hole and worked that back in. A lot more cum must have squeezed out before he pulled out. It was huge. I figured it's now or never so I completely stripped down. Got on the floor and worked my legs up the booth wall with my head and shoulders on the ground. Took another big hit of poppers and got my hole to open up. I could feel the load work its way back into my hole and I jerked off and came all over my chest and face. Took one more hit and just stayed like that for a few minutes enjoying the moment. Never felt so in control. So far that load is still up there. I have no clue if he was poz or not as everyone is full of shit anyway. But I think he doctored that condom beforehand and put it when he figured he could knock me up with me ever knowing, except I did..lol. Now I've been fucking raw and taking loads regularly for about 16 years. My first raw fuckbud bred me over 100 times before he found out he was poz and I stayed negative all the up to early March of this year which was my last test. I usually test once a year but I'm gonna do one the end of the month and see if last night's action does the trick.

Ok for me being a portly middle aged Black man that's HIV positive . I've been turned down at the bathhouse and theatre. And that's ok as long as your respectful. Personally I'm not pushy you express you're not interested I back down and move along but they one's with the attitude, eye rolling I don't figure. The funny thing is sometimes if you're there long enough I've found the same guys that turned me down suddenly get interested. The polite one's I'm down but the others I've politely declined. It's called decorum, sadly a lot of people lack it

Part 2 Jackson and Alverez were carefully checking each room, it was like a maze down here they had been in three Labs and 2 offices, and so far, they had found nothing except one dishevelled office papers scattered and chair over turned with what looked like black ink up one wall but that could have been caused by panic when the alarm sounded. Jackson moved up to an open glass door way to what looked like an office area small cubicles filled the space like any office in America where the windows would have been seemed to be computer screens showing the containment breach information and advising all to get to the shelter for decontamination. The screens provided no real light only casting more shadows but he though he saw a movement towards the back of the room. He muttered into his mic “Jackson to Alverez I think I've seen someone I'm moving into the office south of the lab you're in now” he moved into the room and heard a click behind him Jackson looked back to see the door had closed and a red light flashed over a slot for a key card Alverez’s voice came back over the com link “heading to you now” Jackson muttered again. “The damn door closed on me I will check on this contact then move back and try open it” a brief “Rodger “ came back over the mic and Jackson sighed and lifted the gun beginning to move. He moved down the aisle of cubicles with careful trained motions scanning for anyone who could be hiding, but the flickering computer screens and the emergency lights caused dancing shadows that made this almost impossible. He was halfway through the room about to give up when a soft thud behind him made him spin around. Something grabbed his head. There was a blur of colour in front of his face. He went to let out a shout of alarm, but it was muffled by something being forced into his mouth then down his throat. It was slimy and dripping something; he gagged at the sensation and pushed back, stumbling backwards. He landed hard on his ass looking up at what had just attacked him with his hand trying to wipe the fluid from his mouth and his eyes wide. The creature has once been a man but now … It was naked and tall maybe 6:02. Its skin was grey and pulled taught over bone and over defined muscle. Its body hair and eyes were jet black. Spider webbing across its body were black veins that pulsed with a strange toxic green light converging over the thing's heart forming an eerie replica of the bio hazard symbol. Jackson felt his eyes pulled down to the creature's crotch. A massive member hung between its legs. It was still swinging from when the thing grabbed him, and it was getting hard. Jackson was finding it hard to think, hard to breathe. His mind was fuzzy. He was too hot; he could feel his body break out into a sweat and needed to get out of his cloths. He needed to be near the creature. Its black eyes not leaving his, Jackson's hands moved clumsily to the clasps on his vest and pulled the release buckles. It clattered to the floor forgotten as he pulled off the jacket and t-shirt tossing them to the side exposing his body to the humid air, Sweat was trickling down his chest and abs both dusted with light bond hair. He realised he had never been so horny. Every nerve was on fire. He fumbled with his trousers his eyes never leaving the glorious creature In front of him. The creature seemed to sense its prey was ready and moved up to the young man caressing his body with its fingers and tongue. Jackson shivered as it seemed to spend time licking and smelling every inch it could reach abs, biceps armpits. Then when the thing's tongue and mouth pressed over his left nipple, he let out a moan of pleasure. Hard as iron and leaking precum, his cock strained against his trousers. The thing could sense the pure fluid leaking from its prey. Its hands moved to his fatigues; they were ripped off of him and flung into the darkness. The same fate befell the boxers - one swift movement and Jackson was naked only his socks and boots left, His six inch shaft hard as a rock pointing at the creature almost offering the large droplet forming on the tip. Jackson moaned. Desperate for it to touch him, his mind screamed for him to stop. "What are you doing you're not even gay and this thing is a monster!" Even that went silent when the thing sat down in front of him its head moving forward its tongue delicately licking up the droplet of precum before its mouth engulfed his whole member with one swallow. Its throat massaged him as if trying to pull the cum out of him. Waves of pleasure crashed through him; his mind almost lost to the pleasure and fog of the thing's saliva. After a short time, it pulled back and Jackson let out a whimper of loss. Collapsing unable to stand, his legs were weak after the onslaught. The thing caught him and lifted him to its face that long tongue moved down his taint. Jackson's whimper became another moan of pure pleasure as the hot breath of the creature and its long tongue met and invaded his hole. It would circle and then press in deeperf each time the ooze doing its job and opening Jackson up and getting him ready for the Gift his maker was about to give him. The creature and Jackson could hear something banging, screaming and shouting, but they were both too consumed with the hunger to pay it any real attention. The headset down by the vest on the floor was buzzing with sound, but it, too, was forgotten now. All that mattered was the thing and the pleasure it was giving him. Jackson felt himself get lowered by the things strong arms, and he felt a pressure on his hole. His mind tried to fight back. He tried to struggle, but the things grip was like steel; tears welled and fell down his face as the thing forced him down onto the huge toxic cock. He cried out as he felt like he was being impaled by molten iron his hole trying to stretch impossibly wide. His last true thought was, "This can't be happening." Then the head broke through. A flash of white-hot agony took him, but mercifully his thoughts faded and with them the pain. It was still there and spreading though him like a wild fire from where that toxic member had entered him, but the pleasure beat it out. The creatures precum already starting the corruption that would take him soon enough. He was face to face with the creature now half impaled on its cock. Full of lust wanting more, needing more. he kissed it deep. The tongue again went down his throat. There was no gagging now, no revulsion. The toxic thing moved him up and down slowly at first then faster more urgent. He broke the kiss, and Jackson's head was thrown back screaming with the pleasure as each move brought him higher and higher. Each pump of its toxic cock brought him closer. Without warning, the creature grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him balls deep ripping him open inside fully planted, fully claiming its prey. It looked him in the eyes as it screamed out its triumph, pulsing rope after rope of thick black corruption into its new creation flooding it so there was no turning back. Jackson let out one final moan of pure ecstasy as he was forced to take the whole massive toxic length. He did not notice the tearing or the pain only the pleasure as the Toxic Thing's pulsing cock had sent him over the edge, and his own cum erupted from him. The mouth of the thing he was riding swiftly engulfing his steel-hard cock not missing a drop and sucking the last of his pure fluids from him. Everything went still except for Jackson panting. The thing pulled him off of its softening cock and held him in its arms black toxic cum and blood spilling from Jackson's ruined hole and dripped down his leg pooling on the cheap office carpet like spilled ink. He whined and twitched, and the change started in earnest. His skin was already going gray, and veins were spider webbing across is body inch by inch. His dick was growing as the body fat seemed to be draining away from him. As Jackson was being reborn, the thing carried him from the room almost tenderly. Alverez looking on in horror from behind the bullet proof glass unable to help his friend.

Agreed with the preference part. Agreed that noone owes me sex. However That's not the case almost 100%. Dating and hookup apps should make their policies clear that words reflecting racism, ageism, body shaming etc should not be allowed. For example I see lot of people writing "noone over xx years" or "no fat guys" or " no asians" or " only whites" etc. There is really no need for certain filters in search option. These things can be discussed very well in private conversations between interested parties. Another observation I have often made in bathhouse type setting is that if an "unwanted" person enters a group play in public area the entire group slowly disperses. It's so hilarious to watch that. Anyways gay community does work on double standards.

Definately not my own experience more sex more partners more variety more anonymous sex more fuckBuddy sex more party sex more sex events pretty much exclusively bb since I started prep only things to slow me down are a little bit of overdoing it (doctor refers to the cause as a.g.e. - damn it)l, I figure I need more practice... 😈) and fucking - or should that be no-fucking - covid really missing hardon, SBN, cumunion, and so much more

See I’m just the opposite! I’ve been on PrEP for a month now and I’m getting my ass fucked nearly everyday at local cruising spots...some guys wanna wrap their dicks up, but I’m more into the throbbing feeling of a cock nutting in me than wasting it on my ass, chest or the ground. It’s a thirst that hasn’t been quenched!!

Last Sunday was my sluttiest day in a long while. In the afternoon I had an athletic black top over via Sniffies. He was driving home from a weekend trip in Tahoe and in need to release his load. We had very intimated sex, with me enjoying his warm, curved BBC in my cunt. He came after a good thirty minutes. I had to take a nap to recover from the action. When I woke up, an Asian beefy dad from bbrt wanted to hook up. I have him over at 10pm, while a hung short white boy I've played with messaged me when Asian dad is on his way. They both wanted threesome, so hung white boy joined us. White boy wore a condom, but he did thrust me hard. I was in position for doggy and he half-stood as he fucked. Before they left, Asian daddy told me that I did have two loads in me, as he actually came twice. Around 3 am a younger , average but tall black guy messaged me on Sniffies. I remembered we've talked on Grindr that he was homeless, but now he lives in a SRO. His place was really messy and dirty, but strangely put me in place to really relax my asshole. I feel like a worthless whore and he just kept pounding me like a toy, after eating my loaded ass. He came in 10 minutes, and immediately asked for a second round. We fucked in missionary for another five minutes. On my Lyft home, there was a 25 years old Asian student messaged me on Grindr. He heard of my night and was super turned on. I sent him my address. To my surprise, he was there before I got home. We fucked on my unmade bed, he insisted of wearing a condom at first . However, he wanted to try poppers- and gladly have his condom removed once he had a hit. He pounded me real hard with his rock hard ,5.5 inch dick with a good width. "You want my cum?" I said, "yes sir!". He ejaculated and that was my last load of the night. When I was cleaning out in the bathroom, the water in the toilet was turned chalky white from the loads I've taken. My ass was so wet that it sounded like pissing when I squirted out the cum. Went to bed feeling like a good cumdump.

Part 6 - The Autumn Leaves The autumnal nights were creeping in fast and Conrad had said good bye to his parents a few days earlier who had flown to Australia to visit his grandparents and auntie's family. He sat waiting at the station in the car for Charlie who was coming home for the weekend having decided to use the train instead of his car. Conrad was also looking forward to meeting this Joshua guy that Charlie had invited to spend the weekend who was his dorm buddy at naval training. Joshua lived in Newcastle which made it difficult to get home for weekends, Charlie explained it would be a good for him to have a break for the weekend. He never said much about this Joshua guy only that he was a year older. Thankfully he would only need to be around in the evenings and could hide away up at the manor expecting Joshua and his brother to spend the time working out or talking all things military. Charlie had become a bit of a fitness freak working out religiously and now doing weights. He had seen Charlie's body slowly changing with more muscle definition showing, in fact he brought Conrad a set of dumbbells trying to get him to exercise and put some muscle on. Truth be told he had started using them for half an hour every evening and even surprised himself at the results after a couple of months. Harry was far from his mind even nearly forgotten about. Conrad yawned and changed the music he was listening to when he saw Charlie appear from the station exit with your typical navy looking bloke that was Joshua, black hair that was cropped to a zero but still heavily visible due to the colour, he looked marginally taller than Charlie walking side by side. What Conrad couldn't see was that Joshua packed a body under his coat, working out with weights more than Charlie he had a pretty good muscular build, tattoos on his legs and one across his shoulder going down his entire arm and gay. It was the one fact Charlie left out about Joshua and was his attempt at matchmaking since he got on so well with Joshua he was sure Conrad would as well. That is assuming that Conrad wouldn't blow a gasket finding out Charlie was trying to set them both up. Charlie got in to the front passenger seat "Con" he said kissing him on the cheek "you okay?". "Yes" Conrad replied "you?". "Yeah I'm good bro, this is Joshua" Charlie introduced them "Joshua my twin Conrad". "Alright there mate" Joshua said in his deep voice and heavy Geordie accent. "Hey" Conrad replied quite stumped by how good looking he was "I'm good, how are you?" he asked. Joshua smirked "Fuck Chaz your right he is all proper man just like you" he said "Sound as a pound pet". Conrad turned to look at him trying to figure out what he said "Good man" Joshua said making eye contact. The look got Conrad all flustered looking in to the deep blue eyes that contrasted with his hair. Charlie laughed and turned to see Joshua smiling settling back in the seat. Joshua deliberately shuffled in the seat so he sat right in Conrad's sight through the rear view mirror, it did nothing to help Conrad who became even more flustered not knowing where to look. One thing he did feel was a warmth and ooze of sex coming off him. He was attractive but also had a sharp rough and tough looking edge, the tram lines shaved in his left eyebrow gave him a menacing and it was that quality that Conrad fell for big time. Concentrate Conrad he told himself trying to avoid looking at him in the mirror. He knew that Joshua was the kind of guy who would not back off from a fight so he would need to keep himself in check for the next few days. He certainly didn't fancy getting punched by this guy he thought, it was bad enough when Charlie punched him and Harry come that. 'Fuck' he said out loud then making a quick excuse that he forgot to do some homework. There it was again Harry, why did he now think of Harry after all this time he was doing so well putting the guy out of his head. Conrad drove off and the conversation seemed to flow quite nicely, Conrad had no idea that Charlie had let slip about his gay twin brother during one of their quiet nights in the dorm talking about their families, it was the same night Joshua confessed he was gay and strangely it made Charlie and Joshua much better friends. Conrad felt a little relieved pulling up the drive and letting the guys exit before driving in to the garage. Conrad said he would start getting dinner ready whilst Charlie took Joshua up to one of the spare bedrooms and showed him the bathroom where he could shower and change. Conrad was cutting vegetables up putting them in a pan to boil up. Charlie casually walked in and grabbed a soft drink from the fridge half naked and drying his hair Conrad watched Charlie saunter around quite happily "Don't you think your under dressed?" he said. Charlie closed the fridge door "No" he replied grinning "Josh has seen me naked and I have seen him naked". Conrad chuckled "What do you think of Josh, nice guy eh?" Charlie asked very casually. Conrad nodded "Seems nice but he looks like he could beat the shit out of you" he said. Charlie laughed "Yeah he is a bit rough and a bruiser but also a very nice guy" he said smirking. Conrad wave a knife at Charlie "Why are you smirking like that?" he asked. Charlie cocked his head to one side "Because I love you bro" he said "your using the weights I see". Conrad nodded staring at him "What are you up to?" he asked "I know you well enough Charlie". Charlie smiled "Whatever gave you the impression I was up to something?" he replied looking offended. "You showered yet?" Charlie asked with Conrad shaking his head "go up and shower I will finish the veg". Conrad put the knife down "bring to the boil and simmer for 15 minutes" he said. Charlie rolled his eyes in one of their common traits "just go and shower I know what I am doing". Conrad walked in to his bedroom then stripped off down to his underwear and strode across the landing to the bathroom and entering the room his feet unable to carry him back or forwards glued to the spot. He came face to face with Joshua standing their with a towel tied around his waist, his eyes fixed on the muscular body of Joshua and the tattoo across his shoulder and down his right arm. "Heck sorry" Conrad said blushing struggling to form any words and taking a dam good look at Joshua. Joshua watched and noticed he was checking him out and doing the same to Conrad "No need to be sorry" he said. Finally he stopped coming to his senses "Come back in a minute when you finished" Conrad said. Joshua smirked "What's the matter, you never seen a guy before" he said watching Conrad. "No I mean yes, sorry I didn't now you hadn't finished" Conrad said all flustered. Joshua stared at him "You are like your brother" he said pausing "canny but different, very different". "Oh" Conrad replied not sure what to make of him moving closer, Joshua used his leg to close the door. Joshua smirked at Conrad "Bit more private now" he said with Conrad unable to stop staring at him. "For what?" Conrad asked with slight panic "You going to hurt me?" he asked stepping back against the wall seeing the muscles in his arms very close. Joshua still had that smirk on his face "No" he said "well not yet anyway". Conrad's eyes wandered over the broad chest of Joshua, a niggling feeling that he was getting mixed vibes from this hulk of a sexy guy. Joshua just looked at Conrad and raised both arms placing them either side of Conrad against the wall giving him no chance of escape. Conrad gulped preparing himself to receive a few punches or slaps at best he leaned further back against the wall and closed his eyes tight getting ready. Joshua leaned closer towards Conrad, he could feel how close he was waiting for the stinging but feeling only his warm breath against his neck. Joshua didn't know what to make of Conrad's reaction standing there with his eyes shut tight, almost like he was expecting a beating, he knew his next action would provoke one of two responses. Since clapping eyes on Conrad he had wanted him, the resemblance between the brothers is where it stopped, instantly Joshua realised Conrad was more placid and easy going where as Charlie was an adrenaline junkie like himself. He stood before a guy that switched on all his buttons, delicately Joshua leaned closer to Conrad's neck and ran his tongue slowly along the length up to his cheek. Conrad could feel his warm breath and tongue moving across his face then a sudden strange sensation, Joshua ran his tongue over Conrad's lips 'Kiss me' Joshua demanded. Conrad didn't even think and parted his lips taking a mouthful of Joshua's tongue, his body crawling up the wall and flinging his arms around Joshua kissing like mad. Joshua pinned Conrad up against the wall with his body, the madness eased with their mouths sealed together in a deep long kiss. Joshua pushed Conrad's arms above his head pinning them against the wall, his wrists firmly in Joshua's grip. To hell with it Conrad thought kissing Joshua back, slowly he freed Conrad's arms sensing no resistance and slipped his arms around the neck and back snogging Conrad with intense conviction. His hand caressing Conrad's back slipped lower and lower until he began caressing Conrad's arse, gently moving the underwear away so he could feel the firm smoothness of his arse. Conrad moaned at the hardness of Joshua's cock pressing against his own erection, he felt he finally understood what Jack meant when he said it just felt right and that was how he was feeling right now. He loved the way Joshua softly caressed his arse feeling every single part of it, he was not being fooled though and knew from the way he was being kissed that Joshua like exerting a certain amount of dominance and no doubt was not a person who held back to get what he wanted. Conrad pushed Joshua off gently "I need to shower" he said reeling in euphoria from the taste of him. Joshua smiled "I will let you off this time" he said kissing Conrad again. "Is that so" Conrad said touching his arm and feeling the muscle. Joshua grinned and moved away "Wey aye man, I am coming back for you bairn and you better be ready". Conrad tried to function normally "You are?" he asked questioning him to make sure it was real. Joshua stood looking at Conrad "You want me and I want you" he replied smirking "and am I going to have you". Joshua winked and rubbed his cock through the towel walking out of the bathroom. Conrad closed the door his heart pounding in his chest licking his lips slowly to get more taste of Joshua, stepping in to the shower his cock still rock hard. Smiling to himself he couldn't believe that Joshua was gay and came on full throttle to him weather he wanted it or not. He was freaked out yes, then his body and heart took over from the way he held Conrad making him want to kiss back, it took a good 10 minutes before Conrad's cock returned to a normal state. Joshua dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts joined Charlie in the kitchen asking if he could help with anything. Charlie handed him some plates to put on the dining room table and brought through the food in serving dishes. Conrad entered the kitchen helping Charlie then the three of them sat down at the table. Joshua chatted away to Charlie whilst Conrad placed the serving spoons in the dishes. Conrad was poor at being discreet around the table and kept watching Joshua's every move, Charlie noticed Joshua giving Conrad a few glances and definitely saw him grin at him. "Right dinner" Charlie said "dig in, you first Josh as the guest" he said watching him carefully. Joshua looked at Conrad "Thanks looks canny" he said "what are these he asked?". Conrad smiled "Turnips I grow them up at the manor freshly picked today" he said. "Help yourself Josh" Charlie said chuckling "but then I think you might already have" he said looking at Conrad. Joshua smirked looking at Conrad not even bothered by the comment "We had a good snog" he replied. Conrad couldn't help bursting in to laughter to hell with it he thought "You had a good feel as well" he said. Charlie sat there smiling "Hurt my brother and I will break you" he said looking at Joshua who could tell Charlie was not joking. Joshua nodded and chuckled "What about when I fuck him and he screams does that count?" he asked. Charlie screwed his face up "Fuck Josh, bury his head in the pillow" he suggested laughing hard. "Hey" Conrad intervened "Don't I get a say in this?" he asked then looked at Charlie "Did you set this up?". Charlie sat back and smiled "Maybe" he said "I figured Josh wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you". Conrad shook his head "Anyway who said it is going any further" he said making himself very clear. Joshua laughed "You haven't got any say in it, told you upstairs I am going to have you". Joshua looked at Conrad and smiled. So dinner didn't go quite as Conrad thought it would, he couldn't figure out if by some weird reason he had ended up with a half baked attempt at a boyfriend. Joshua was clearly very keen on Conrad and thought he was sorted but also with a funny understated wit about him. Joshua had guys clambering over each other to get him even at navy training school. Whilst he was a very brash, upfront and a very in your face Geordie fella he went for the extreme opposite to himself when looking for a guy and Conrad was perfect. He sat there looking at Joshua across the table he couldn't get over how much of a bruiser he looked with his tattoos and muscle but what a kisser he turned out to be. Charlie cleared the table and tidied up in the kitchen leaving them alone. "You want to sleep with me tonight?" Joshua asked straight out. Conrad looked at him "Sure" he replied "I just don't want to get into anything serious though". Joshua smiled and nodded "Aye it would make things difficult me being in the navy" he said. An awkward silence fell between them for a moment "Can I see ya when I am free?" Joshua asked. Conrad chuckled "Yeah I would like that" he said casually "but you are not sleeping with me tonight". Joshua laughed loudly "Yes I am" he said "need to make sure you don't snore like pig". "Has anyone told you how charming you are Josh?" Conrad asked. Joshua grinned "No but you can tell me later when your underneath me" he said looking deadly serious. Conrad laughed and dam well knew he wanted to sleep with him. After spending the rest of the evening sitting in the cool night air talking Charlie announced he was going off to bed and disappeared quickly. Joshua stood up and walked over to the edge of the terrace looking in to the darkness of the garden, Conrad sat studying him for a moment getting aroused by his silhouette that stood in silence. His calves so muscular and thighs that could crush a person in to submission within seconds, Conrad stopped realising he was playing with his cock in anticipation. Joshua turned around and walked towards Conrad pulling him to his feet. Wearing a very mischievous grin on his face he raised one hand and stroked the side of Conrad's face, slowly his hand moved lower down his body. Conrad took little breaths mingled with short barely audible gasps knowing where Joshua's hand was heading. He was transfixed staring in to the eyes of Joshua at the same time feeling his body being caressed so delicately by this brute of a guy. Conrad closed his eyes and moaned, the hand found Conrad's erection and toyed with it his stare now becoming more intense with burning passion. Something sparked simultaneously between them and an angry, desperate, needy passion took them both over, painfully their mouths clamped together in a rough kissing frenzy. Joshua tried to get the upper hand his tongue fighting and pushing deep in to Conrad's mouth taking him down, succeeding his hand grabbed hold of Conrad's arse roughly making sure he knew who was going to be in control. He pulled Conrad's head back looking him in the eyes, his mouth still partly open in desire Joshua thrusted his tongue in and out quickly then dribbled a long stream of saliva in to Conrad's mouth followed by his tongue closing in for a deeper kiss. His eyelids fluttering held tight against Joshua's mouth relentlessly kissing him. Suddenly he let go and stopped kissing Conrad and stood back looking at him nodding. Conrad coming to his senses "What?" he asked wondering if he did something wrong. Joshua walked around him in a circle then came up behind kissing his neck "I want you, now" he said. Conrad rolled his head back resting on Joshua's shoulder "God yes" he replied moaning. Joshua held Conrad firmly kissing his neck, the harder his kissed him the more erotic the moans got escaping Conrad's lips. Unable to control himself Joshua bit down on the flesh lightly then sucked it up in to his mouth. Conrad just moaned longer rolling his head, Joshua was marking his territory and sucked harder several times then released Conrad leaving a deep red mark on the side of his neck. Conrad rubbed the side of his neck, Joshua rubbing his cock up against his arse 'You are mine now' he whispered in his ear. Holding hands they walked up to Conrad's bedroom, he made light work undressing Conrad and himself continuing to kiss him, his hands slipped under Conrad's arse cheeks lifting him off the ground with ease. He carried Conrad over to the bed and dumped him like a rag doll on to the bed grinning at Conrad's laughter. Seeing his beautiful tattoo covered body and the frenzied pace at which things were moving any anxiety Conrad had dissipated into a sexual desire for him. Joshua ran his hands up along his legs then flipped him over on to his stomach. His eyes opened wide in surprise, Joshua ran his tongue over his arse and across his hole several times. He was torn over how he should be reacting but his body had pushed up slightly and Joshua took it as a sign of his submission. Diligently using his tongue he caressed Conrad's hole teasing it to open a little. Purring like a cat with cream he tongued bathed Conrad's arse holding his legs down that seem to have a mind of their own unable to keep still, the moans coming from Conrad was all he needed to hear. Joshua moved around the side of the bed pulled Conrad's mouth towards his uncut cock, the foreskin slightly rolled back from the erection. He looked at he hefty piece of meat that was just shy of eight inches and pretty girthy, still it was smaller than the Arab's cock which gave some kind of relief. His lips surrounded the head moving the foreskin further back taking more in to his mouth and tasting his first cock. Moving at a novices speed Conrad sucked and licked gently, all the time Joshua rubbed a finger over his hole, tapping it then pushing the tip of his finger in gently. He felt the hand on the back of his head pushing his mouth further down the shaft before he choked and eyes started watering, Joshua pulled back then leant down and kissed him. Moving back to the arse Joshua attacked his hole with more vigour, Conrad groaned louder his hands clawing at the sheet under him and his body wriggling trying to take in everything that was assaulting his senses in one tremendous clash. Conrad heard Joshua gob on his hole and used his finger to work the saliva in. The small kisses on his lower back moved upwards getting closer and closer to his neck, Conrad gave a sharp gasp for breath and winced feeling the head of Joshua's cock half penetrating him and testing his resolve. He moved slow enough that Conrad could take it but with a constant grinding pressure that teased his hole open, Joshua drippled more saliva where his cock head was buried in Conrad and began to work it in. Conrad raised his head and moaned louder as more of Joshua entered his body, his second moan stifled by the invading tongue in his mouth kissing and willing him to take it. His kissing acting like a drug relaxing Conrad completely that he only felt the pleasure of Joshua's cock pushing in deeper until he could go no further. He stayed still for a few seconds, making sure Conrad's arse was sufficiently open and eager for him. A whole level of pleasure ran through Conrad's body feeling the weight of Joshua laying on his back, their skin touching, tongues entwinned in desperate passion. His hand holding Conrad's head in place so that he had no choice but to kiss him. The arse muscles clenching together slowly driving his cock deeper causing Conrad to respond by kissing him harder. Joshua pulled back and looked at Conrad to make sure he was okay and he only saw a desire for him, locking in to a kiss he jackhammered putting his full body weight behind him. Conrad's moans morphed in to cries and then to groans, he didn't care how much it hurt he wanted Joshua badly. Joshua kneeled up holding Conrad's hips he continued balancing feverishly manic thrusts to gentle loving strokes keeping Conrad on his toes never knowing what to expect next. Conrad was sweating and gasping for air pain and pleasure hitting him at the same time, Joshua pulled out and flipped Conrad on to his back making eye contact Conrad moaned and pulled Joshua down to kiss him his arse throbbing but wanting more. He felt his arse opening again and the fullness of Joshua entering his body, so badly drawn to each other they lost all sensibility acting like animals in heat. Joshua fucking Conrad with steady rhythm their need to kiss and be close in the final moments, he could feel his cum on the march. He looked down at Joshua their mouths millimetres apart and holding his head Joshua moaned then grunted thrusting and pushing his body forward hard whilst maintaining eye contact. His whole body pinning Conrad to the bed with several deep thrusts 'Oh fuck' he said quickly pulling his cock out followed by a stream of cum that he accidentally released inside Conrad, the rest splattered over Conrad's arse then thrusting his cock back in to Conrad he collapsed on top 'Yeah canny man' he said slobbering Conrad with another deep kiss. Joshua rolled on to his back pulling Conrad on top of him 'ride it' he demanded, Conrad took hold of the slimy cock and eased his arse over it, the cum around and inside his hole providing a slickness for him sinking down. Taking hold of Conrad's cock he gently massaged it looking up in to Conrad's eyes, it didn't take long for Conrad to cry out and push down rubbing his arse deeper on Joshua's cock and exploding his load up across Joshua's chest and neck. Joshua pushed his hips up edging in to another orgasm, the muscles around his cock squeezing hard from Conrad's orgasm. He tried to extract his cock and in doing so triggered his orgasm pumping a smaller load in to Conrad's body. Joshua laid on the bed with his arms raised above his head smiling, Conrad looked down at the incredible body stretched out. He fell forward kissing Joshua and moaned lovingly feeling the arms closing around his body. Joshua stroked Conrad's back "I didn't mean to dump my spunk in you" he said quietly. Conrad chuckled "Don't care Josh" he cooed soothingly "I enjoyed this way too much". Joshua kissed him "Sorry about that as well" he said tapping his neck. "What did you do?" Conrad asked leaning up looking at him. Joshua licked Conrad's chin "Marked you as mine" he said looking him in the eye. "Yours?" Conrad asked "who said I was yours?". Joshua slapped his ass lightly "You don't need to say anything I see it in yer eyes bairn". Conrad smiled and snuggled up chuckling "Just don't break my heart Josh" he said "I'm not good at rejection". Joshua hugged and kissed him holding him tight in his arms "I won't Conrad". They managed to keep the noise down low until they fell asleep, when Conrad moved during the night Joshua rolled on top and stuck it to him again. In all they got about three hours sleep, Joshua was a horny 21 year old that was young hung and full of cum and he needed sex constantly when with a another guy, Conrad was no better and willingly let Joshua use him, every time one of them moved in bed Joshua got a boner and mounted Conrad weather he was sleeping or not. Conrad sat on the side of the bed at 8am feeling like shit through lack of sleep and a sore arse. He had promised Jack to help with the new hibiscus seedlings so needed to get up and showered to wash the smell of Joshua and his sex off him. One things for sure he was happy at least if he only ended up being friends with Joshua he didn't mind, the guy was seriously sexy both in bed and body. Charlie was already up when Conrad dashed in to get coffee. "Is he up yet?" Charlie asked. Conrad poured himself a coffee "Sort of, I think he is tired" he replied. Charlie chuckled leaning against the kitchen counter "You look tired and you have a love bite on your neck". Conrad closed the refrigerator door "Need to eat more garlic" he said brushing it off. Charlie poured a coffee for Joshua "Or eat less Josh" he said "did you have fun and enjoy yourself?". Conrad blushed "Yes both, fuck he is amazing in bed" he replied grabbing an apple. "TMI Con" Charlie said smirking "you know he has quite a few gay men at naval school after him". Conrad looked at his apple "Doesn't surprise me" he said quite disheartened hearing that from Charlie". Charlie kissed Conrad on the cheek "He is really picky though never sleeps with anyone". "I got to go" Conrad said picking up his book "See you this afternoon" he dashed out closing the door. Charlie poured a coffee for Joshua taking it upstairs "Brought you a coffee" he said entering the bedroom. Joshua laid on the bad with a big grin on his face "Thanks Charlie" he said sitting up. Charlie opened the window "God it smells like you two had sex all night in here" he chuckled. "Wish you had told me about your brother earlier" Joshua said "proper lush like". Charlie sat on the bed "I only did it because I trust you not to hurt him and keep it real". "Aye nee worry" Joshua replied "he is worldie an proper mint in bed". Charlie screwed up his face laughing, he took Joshua out during the day whilst Conrad tended the seedlings half asleep. Jack appeared and took one look at Conrad and laughed. "Did you have a late night?" Jack asked putting some flower trays down beside him. "Morning" Conrad said "early morning more like, I think I slept 3 hours at best" he replied. Jack laughed "So what was you doing all night then?" he asked. Conrad showed Jack a selfie he took of Joshua and him in bed naked "Him" he said. Jack nodded in approval "Man that is one stunning guy where did you meet him?" he asked handing the phone back. "Charlies' navy buddy, he set us up behind our backs" Conrad sailing smiling. Jack smiled "He is definitely a keeper Conrad" he said approving of his choice. Conrad shrugged his shoulders "He will be away a lot but have agreed to meet when he is home". Jack smiled "Did he get hungry in the night?" he asked noticing the love bite. "Very funny" Conrad replied. Jack smiled handing him a new tray of seedlings. Saturday night was spent much the same way after Charlie went to bed. They were unable to keep their hands off each other. By Monday morning Conrad couldn't think straight he was so tired and struggled through his day in lectures. By 7pm that evening he was in bed fast asleep. Joshua did indeed come up to see Conrad the following weekend and spent the entire time in bed with Conrad neglecting to go up to the manor. A few weeks later Conrad was in turmoil since Joshua wanted to come up and see him but his parents had arrived home from Australia. He booked a room at a hotel near Gosport and arranged to meet Joshua there. He was finding it difficult to balance the secret from his parents and to keep letting Jack down. Jack was pretty chilled about it and didn't mind so long as they still had their dinner date on Wednesday and he could help Conrad out where he could. Charlie on the other hand was getting annoyed with Conrad since he kept holding back from telling their parents, reminding him to get it done and over with so he could finally be free and enjoy himself. He had noticed that Joshua wouldn't even entertain advances from anyone else now and confided in Charlie that he liked the way Conrad and he could enjoy great sex and love making without any complications. By late November the trees had shed all their leaves, Conrad had seen Joshua every other weekend and they very rarely made it out of bed when together. Their bond was past being in love or just buddies and enjoyed the freedom of being able to sex the hell out of each other. Conrad could lay for hours watching TV, having sex then laying in his arms again. The initial observation of Joshua being dominant wasn't far wrong, never in a nasty way he just liked controlling Conrad during sex pinning him down whilst working his arse over. His parents were becoming suspicious of his absences on the odd weekends and pestered Charlie wanting to know what was going on, he kept quiet but hated lying to them. Jack seemed to be constantly getting colds and Conrad continued nagging him to see a doctor, frankly he was getting worried about Jack's health which never seemed to be improving. Harry dropped Moham off at the building where his meeting was taking place and took the limousine to the Mandarin Oriental Boston to get them checked in. This was Harry's second trip away and was far better than the trip to Manchester. The limousine pulled up to the entrance and the usual flurry of activity appeared with the doorman opening the door to let Harry out. "Good evening sir" The concierge greeted him "Are you checking in with us?" he asked. Harry smiled "Yes you have the reservation under Raheem Mohammed Jazeer" he said. "Thank you" he said then talking in to his radio and escorting Harry inside. The hotel general manager came over to meet Harry and personally escorted Harry up to the adjoining suites. Harry got his file out and checked that the correct brand of water and fruits were in the suite ready for Moham's arrival. Harry was in heaven at how the hotel staff rushed around to please Harry even without Moham there yet. It was his first taste of how money really worked when it was no object. Harry checked his phone, Moham wasn't due to arrive for another 90 minutes and asked the general manager if they had swimwear as he would like to go for a swim. He politely asked is size and what colour and despatched one of the junior concierge out to the Under Armour shop just down the road returning within 10 minutes handing them over to Harry in his suite. Harry had just finished showering after his swim when Moham messaged to let him know he was on his way, quickly getting dressed he headed down to the lobby with his key, the hotel general manager appeared to welcome Mr Raheem personally to the hotel. Moham ordered dinner for two in his suite dismissing the general manager and allowing him some alone time with Harry. It was 2am in the morning and Harry sat on Moham's cock held in his arms, their bodies dripping with sweat having spent nearly four hours having sex. Moham jumped in the shower to clean himself, Harry went through the adjoining door to his suite and showered getting ready for bed. Moham appeared still naked standing at the door. Harry put the towel down looking at Moham 'What?' he asked seeing the dubious look on Moham's face, he chuckled and told Harry to come over to him. Moham took Harry's hand and closed the adjoining door and taking him in to the bedroom, it was clear that he wanted to spend the night with Harry. He smiled climbing in to bed snuggling up to Moham, the man just seemed to adore Harry in fact he had not picked up any escorts since Harry started working for him. By morning Harry was awake with jetlag by 7am, knowing Moham's diary back to front he knew the first meeting was a lunchtime one so he tried to get back to sleep. He sat up and moved over to the side about to get up and go back to his suite, Moham turned over running his hand in the empty space and waking up. "What is the matter Harry?" Moham asked. "Nothing" Harry replied turning his head looking at Moham "can't sleep and I should get back to my suite". Moham leaned up "Don't be silly" he said pulling Harry back in to bed and slipping between his legs. Harry chuckled "Not more!" he exclaimed before Moham silenced him with kisses. Harry loved his time with Moham and the sex between them had got incredible, sometimes he couldn't believe this was the same man who would pound the life out of his pickups in the back of the limousine. Instead they shared some very steamy nights often locked together for hours. Harry's arse would always be flooded since Moham was never short of producing large quantities of his thick sticky cum that almost glued itself inside his arse and took hours to reappear. By the time they left Boston Harry had been amazed at how he got to experience a very different lifestyle in the hands of Moham. As much as Harry had grown to like Moham and enjoy spending time in bed his post sex thought without fail would linger on Conrad and how much he wanted him.

i am a whore , step by step and i want more and more. more get fucked , more loads in me . with a good slam ............ makes me to real pig for all toxic loads.

Part 2 When I was diagnosed HIV positive I had just taken over my business and I was working really hard to make it a success. The idiot who owned it before me was running it in to the ground and I had to work really hard to get landlords and tenants back on board. I re-named it, re-branded it and set about building up a succesful business. I bought it with money which my grandmother left me. It was a surprisingly large sum of money and totally unexpected - my dad had left us when me and my sister were quite young and we had not seen much of him in the intervenig years. My gran had kept in touch and always sent me and my sister money at Christmas ond on our birithdays but we never expected to inherit so much of her money. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my inheritance and my sister put up some of the money and joined me to take care of the books and the financial side - having a business degree it was right up her street and she was able to work three days a week mostly from home which suited her fine. So everything was working out really well - I loved every minute of setting up the business and had no problem working long hours - I had a vision of how I wanted the business to be and I went for it. When I wasn't working I was sleeping and when I wasn't sleeping I was fucking - mostly random hook ups and visits to some of London's raunchier clubs. Then I was diagnosed HIV positive. I can't pretend it was a huge surprise - I have never liked condoms and rarely used them - but if I'm being honest it was a bit of a shock. They had talked to me very seriously at the hospital about how I would need a medication regime and told me there was an extremely high chance that I would infect other people due to the level of my viral load so it was very important that I refrained from having unprotected sex of any sort and ideally from any sexual contact. As I said before, I don't lie - so I assured them I would take their advice very seriously. I didn't say I would follow it. I thought about following the advice and even bought some condoms. I think I've still got them somewhere. In truth I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Then a few days later I was out at a cinema complex just outside London with some straight friends. We had plenty of time before the film was due to start and were having coffee in the Starbucks in the complex. As much out of habit as anything else I went on Grindr and got messaged almost immediately from a guy that was only a few metres away. I lookd at the profile - 20 years old, slim, blond, bottom - my dick began to harden and I looked around the coffee shop. I saw him almost immediately - he was sitting with a group of other lads at a table nearby. "U up for it?" he messaged and I messaged back "Yeah." A moment or two later he got up and walked towards the toilets, looking casually back over his shoulder at me. I waited a moment and excused myself. Seconds later I entered the toilet - it was very spacious and spotlessly clean. He was in the end cubicle and I wasted no time in joining him. He pulled me towards him and kissed me and then he sat down on the toilet and seconds later my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me really well and it was just what I needed after the week I had had. I let him suck me for a while and I had every intention of letting him suck me until I nutted in his mouth but then he stood up, turned round, pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over the toilet. He had a lovely slim arse and I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed it against his arsehole. He grunted and bent forward as the head of my cock entered his arse. I was surprised how easly my cock slid up him and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck - his arse was quite tight and I was really horny so I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder. I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was and I didn't hold back - I fucked him as hard as I could and it was not long before I felt myself getting ready to cum. For a moment I thought about pulling out but I didn't - I pushed my cock right up him and held it there as I shot what felt like a massive load of cum right up him. He grinned at me as we pulled up our pants and minutes later we had both rejoined our friends - neither of us had said a word and somehow this made the whole encounter even hornier. As it happened, he and his friends were sitting just a couple of rows in front of us and as the lights went down and the film started I could see a greenish glow coming from his seat. I knew of course that he must be looking at his phone, but just for a moment I imagined the glow was coming from the highly toxic load I had just deposited in his arse and my dick got hard again. On the Friday evening I went to the Vault in central London - one of my favourite cruise bars. It was early evening and the place was just starting to get busy with the after work crowd. I was still feeling very horny - and couldn't stop thinking about the young blond lad, bent over the toilet with his pants down and my toxic load shooting into his arse. I cruised round for a while and then stood outside the glory hole cabins. After a while, one of them opened and a guy came out. I went in to the cubicle, sat down on the ledge at the back and looked through the hole. Almost immediately a big cock came through the hole and I got down and started sucking on it. I sucked it for a while and then the guy pulled back and indicated for me to push mine through. My pants were already down and I stood up and pushed my hard cock through the hole and soon I was being sucked. The guy sucked me really well and after a while he pulled off my cock. I waited a moment, expecting his cock to come through the hole but instead he pushed his arse against the hole. I had no idea who was on the other side of the hole, but the hairy arse he had pressed against the hole certainly looked fit enough. I pushed my finger into his hole and found it lubed and it was not long before my cock was up him and I was fucking him through the glory hole. I really enjoyed the fuck but I didn't last as long as I would have liked to and before long I was cumming deep in his arse. I was still feeling horny so I had a drink and then cruised round a bit more watching the action, which was beginning to pick up as the place got busier. I sucked a few cocks and let a couple of guys suck me and then got another drink and then cruised round again. In the room with the barrels I saw one of my friends, Tom, taking it up the arse - somehow its always a turn on for me to see someone I know being fucked - especially if they don't know I'm watching. I moved a bit closer and watched - Tom was being fucked by a stocky skinhead guy and, as I watched, the guy's cock slipped out of Tom' arse and I was surprised to see he wasn't wearing a condom. I was surprised because Tom was one of a group of my friends who were very much committed to safe sex and both Tom and his partner had lectured me more than once about how I should practice safe sex. It turned me on to see him with his pants down, being fucked bareback behind his boyfriend's back, and I watched as the skinhead pushed his cock back up Tom's arse, bent him forward and began to fuck him harder. I watched until the skinhead unloaded in Tom;'s arse and then cruised round again. I didn't see Tom again and I assume he must have left after he had taken the skinhead's load andws now on his way home to his partner. I was horny again myself and soon I was watching a lad being fucked in the recess area beside the glory holes. He looked mid to late 20s and was tall and slim with his brown hair tied back in a pony tail. I found this lad really attractive and was really hoping I might get a chance to fuck him. I got my cock out and started wanking as I watched him being fucked and he bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. I was fully hard again now and he sucked me really well. After a while the guy fucking him pulled out, pulled off his condom and threw it on the ground. The lad turned round and pushed his arse out towards me and, taking hold of my cock, pulled it towards him. I slid up him and began to fuck him. I was fairly sure I could cum again and, as I fucked him, he pushed hs trousers and his white underpants right down and bent forward, leaning against the back wall as I fucked him as hard as I could and shot my load up him. I had another drink before I left and, as the guy I had just fucked arrived at the bar at the same time, I bought him one. It seemed the least I could do. As I enjoyed a much needed drink I watched the guys cruising around and wondered which of them had my toxic load up his hairy arse. The business was now starting to take off and I was soon enjoying some horny encounters at work too. Part of our role as lettings agent was to carry out three monthly propety inspections on behalf of the landlords and for the first year or so I was carrying out all the inspections myself. We had an agreement with most of the tenants that we could let ourselves in to carry out the inspection without the need for them to be there and in general this worked really well. It also led to quite a few horny encounters. One day I was visiting a flat we managed in a high end block of luxury flats in west London. We managed a number of flats in this block - they were beautifully fittted out and had a great view out over the Thames and private underground parking. I really enjoyed managing them and, if the truth be told, aspired to own one myself one day. This particular flat had been rented by an Arab guy for his son, who was a medical student. I had shown them round the flat when they came to view it and I had been struck by how alike and how good looking the father and son were. On this morning I let myself quietly into the flat and, as I began my inspection, I heard a noise from the bedroom. Although we always visited by appointment it was not uncommon for tenants to forget we were coming and I assumed this was what had happened. I called out but there was no reply and I looked into the bedroom. The lad was stretched out on the bed, his eyes closed. His pants were at his ankles and he was wanking - his cock was pretty impressive and, as he wanked, he was rubbing his balls and then he lifted his legs a little, and I had a perfect view of his arse crack. I moved back out of sight and called out a bit louder, then looked into the bedroom as if I had only just arrived. He lept up, looking shocked and tried to cover up his cock with the duvet. I apologised for disturbing him and then I noticed him checking me out. I could tell he was really embarressed but I could also see that he was really horny and that he was finding it difficult to take his eyes off the front of my trousers. I decided to go for it and I moved towards him. He relaxed a bit then and grinned at me as I pulled the duvet back. His cock was still rock hard and I took it in my hand and began to wank him. He sighed and closed his eyes as I bent forward and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then I moved down to lick his balls. I sucked him a bit more and then moved down to his balls again. As my tongue went lower, he lifted his legs and I pushed my tongue into his arse hole. I rimmed him for a while as he wanked himself and then I took his cock back into my mouth. As soon as I started sucking him again he groaned and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth. I was really horny now and I motioned to him to get up on his knees. I pulled my trousers and pants down and, as I did so, I reached for the little pack of lube I always carry around with me. He didn't resist as I rubbed some lube into his wet arsehole and nor did he resist when I pushed my cock slowly but surely up him. He gave a little yelp as my cock pushed right up him and I gave him a moment to get used to it and then I began to fuck him. His arse was incredibly tight but he took it really well and I could feel him wanking as I fucked him. It didn't take me long to cum and, as I hadn't cum for a few days I knew I was pumping a big load into him. When I pulled out he rolled over on his back and took hold of his cock, wanking hard and seconds later he shot another load of cum all over himself. After that, he made a point of being in when I called round and couldn't wait to get his pants off and his arse in the air for me. It was only after we had fucked a few times that he told me I had been the first guy to fuck him. Although he was a medical student, he never asked me any questions. One of the other flats we managed in that block was let to a gay couple in their mid 30s who worked in central London. They were both high fliers in the city - one was a lawyer and the other was some kind of high end accountant. They both worked long hours and were rarely in the flat so most of the time I let myself in to carry out the quarterly inspection. This time, however, they had told me that one of them had a few days off work and would be there to let me in. The guy who let me in was an attractive, slightly chubby blond guy called Darren. I had only met Darren once, when he and his partner came to view the flat. I had had more dealings with his partner. Peter, who was a fit, slim ginger lad. I knew Darren was checking me out from the start of the visit. The inspection took hardly any time as the flat was always immaclate, but Darren asked me if I would like a coffee and was clearly hoping I would stay and chat for a while. I liked him and as we chatted he began to tell me how he was tired of working long hours and how he and Peter hardly had any time together. They were making really good money but it was all taking its toll on their relationship, he told me. I could guess where this might be leading and soon Darren was telling me that it had been a while since he and Peter had had sex and how horny he was. We were both hard now and it wasn't long before my pants were down and my cock was in Darren's mouth. We sucked each other for a while and then I turned Darren round and he bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. "Oh God, " he moaned, "that's so good....it's been so long." He continued giving little moans as I licked his arse and then I stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his wet hole He groaned and pushed back and the head of my cock went into his arse. He groaned again and then pulled back and stood up. "Do you have a condom?" he asked. I said I didn't have one and told him that I really liked to fuck without a condom. I could see he was really tempted but after a moment's hesitation he shook his head and said he couldn't do it. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then I swallowed his load and he swallowed mine. Before I left I told him I told him I really wanted to fuck him but totally respected his decision and told him to give me a call if he changed his mind. He grinned and said he would. Darren called me the next day and a couple of hours later I was back at the flat. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then Darren knelt up on the bed and asked me to fuck him. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked him as I pushed my bare cock up his arse. He nodded and groaned as I pushed right up him and began to fuck him. "Oh fuck.....fuck, yeah...." he moaned as I began to fuck him harder. "Fuck me......fuck me!" he groaned. I began to fuck him harder as he moaned and told me how good it felt and how much he wanted it. I was getting close now and told him I was going to cum. I wondered if he would ask me to pull out but he didn't - he just moaned and shot his load as I began to pump my dirty load up his unprotected, cheating arse. When I had pulled out we lay back on the bed and Darren told me how much he had enjoyed what we had done and asked if we could do it again. He said he felt a bit guilty and said that Peter must never find out. I assured him Peter wouldn't find out. I didn't tell him that Peter had spread his legs for me two days after they had come to view the flat. He had phoned me to ask for a second viewing and when he turned up we wasted no time. I had fucked Peter on his back and cum deep inside him. He had not mentioned condoms. I had been meeting Peter regularly ever since, usually in the early evening at their flat - Peter got home an hour or two before Darren and every now and then he would come home earlier so that he could meet me and I could fuck him. Darren had taken me into the spare room to fuck - but Peter liked to do it in the bed he shared with Darren - sometimes with him kneeling up on the bed and sometimes on his back with his legs in the air. One time we met before Peter left for work while Darren was at the gym - Peter was smartly dressed in his shirt and tie and his smart black trousers and shoes and he sucked my cock for a while and then pulled his pants down and bent over. I slid up his already lubed arse, fucked him and shot my load up him and he pulled up his pants and went off to work. I continued to fuck them both for over a year - with neither of them aware that I was regularly breeding the other. Life was good.

Same as, i got lockjaw once,it was so painful, resulted in seeing a specialist consultant as my jaw kept locking. His final diagnosis was my jaw was overworked and he put it down to talking too much. Should have been taking too much cock. Anyway, i have sucked dick since being in single digits, many many dicks and unless my jaw drops off I always will, i love the different tastes Men have in spunk.

Jake stood motionless in the tile shower as the warm water cascaded across his body. stepping forward he placed his hands above his head, bracing his body against the satin grey tile as the water poured down his back, channeling naturally between his shoulders, to his hips, and along his taut milky cheeks as he stared down at his pendulous tool. Lucas would never understand how beautiful and perfect he had become, how he could become. maybe his strain would take, or maybe not, but Jake was sure this was a gift, a precious gift. Being poz among men was...it was as if he were some demigod. He could bless boys as he chose, convert the worthy few who invited his virulent hungry organ into their bodies and accepted his warm potent gift. Jake ran his hand along the length of his member. Poz meant his cock was home in only the finest, most exclusive bottoms. The boys who only cared about the purest pleasure. His exclusivity was confirmed gratefully by willing boys who buttered their holes with his precum and begged for his release, and denied to those who refused his generous pursuit of raw lust. Jakes head shot up as he heard his phone skittering across the marble kitchen countertop, vibrating with an incoming call. Scrambling to open the shower door he scuffed his feet on the bathroom rug momentarily and took off like a wet nude flash down the hall. "Lucas?!" he eagerly waited for the voice on the line to affirm his existence again if even for a moment. "uhm, Jake?" The boy searched his mind for what this timid voice was. It certainly wasnt Lucas. "Seth gave me your number. its Clint!" Jakes smile faded as he plodded back to the shower to fetch a towel. He certainly remembered blowing more greasy loads of pod spunk than he could count into this boy, he just never expected to hear from him again for some reason. His cock twitched at the thought of Clints insatiable cunt. "Hows it goin buddy?" Jake finished wiping himself down as he scooted the towel across puddles of water in the hall. "I feel...i dont feel good today jake. do you think it worked?" Jake felt a swell of pride as he heard the boys hoarse cough over the phone. "i think so baby." Jakes cock was rock hard as he imagined the boys smooth body embracing his gift. "I-if your not busy do you want to come over?" Clint asked bashfully. "of course i do baby ill be right there." Jake was now openly fisting his cock in anticipation of a slick poz hole to start his day with. "hi" Clint looked exhausted as he opened the door to his apartment dressed only in a pair of black briefs. his tired shoulders slumped as Jake embraced him. "Its all over baby you did a great job. Youre poz now" he stroked clints hair as the boy kissed him on the cheek. "i missed you Jake" he mumbled, moving his hand down to his underwear and slipping them down to present his pale cheeks. "i tried fingering my hole but it doesnt make me cum Jake" The boy couldnt believe his eyes. After all this, all clint could still think of was Jakes cock? it throbbed eagerly as he undid the buttons on his jeans. "i know baby, your boypussy needs a big cock in it doesnt it?" Clint nodded wearily as he spread his legs wider. "I made it slick already." he spread his hole obscenely for the hungry raw top to expose his dripping hole. "i mean, seth helped earlier. he brought lube" Clint pointed to a tupperware dish on the countertop that was obviously full of anonymous loads. "i never saw this kind before, but he put lots of it inside" clint remarked absently as he dipped a finger into his hungry toxic cunt. "this is the best kind of lube baby, but only poz holes get to use it. its very special." Jake scooped a gob of the seed into his fist and smeared it on his cock. "please Jake i need it inside. make me feel good." Jake stepped to the boys eager hole and gripped his hips. "put the nice big cock inside where it feels good clint" The boy sighed as he nudged his ass back and swallowed Jakes tool halfway. "oooooh fuck yes" clint moaned, continuing to slide back on the mans thick leaking prick. "god please jake fuck my hole" the desperate boy begged. "Jake began forcefully slamming his impossibly large cock into the smaller teens frame. this was what he was made for, charging up holes and shooting his load deep.

older man now and getting it less but enjoying it SO much MORE!Will poz up eventually from either a random hookup or maybe a man who wants to watch his seed take over and grow in a new man.not looking for a relationship but think there must be poz guys into intentional breeding because they want to watch a man become positive with the seed they delivered.To watch as the fuck flu takes hold and runs its course as my body succumbs to the virus and my semen becomes toxic itself.And they could claim the right to reignite that fire anytime.

When I first started going to bath houses couple years ago I hated dark rooms. Then one trip to manifest in Atlanta I got fucked a couple times in the slings but was extremely horny. Wearing nothing but a jockstrap I went into the dark room where a bunch of guys were standing around. Without really looking at them I bent over the bench and within seconds I could feel it guy sliding inside me fucking me until he shot his load in me. As he pulled out another cock slid in me and I guess I took five or six guys right in a row all loaded me up.

Anon darkroom fucking is fantastic, but it needs to be a properly DARK room to get the best thrill. Some "dark" rooms are almost brighter than a nightclub! Best one I've ever been in was at Cuckoo's Nest in Amsterdam. Right in the middle of the basement they had a room that was pitch black. All the noises and the smells really enhanced everything!

Dark room fucking is the purest sex, uncontaminated by anything else. He is a cock. I am an ass. I exist for his cum in my ass. I have no face, no identity, no other meaning in a darkroom. It is the purity of sex.

Something I posted before, my true feelings and experiences. The dark steam room i frequent is small and narrow, always smells of man sweat/poppers/sex. There are naked sweaty guys, hairy, skinny, beefy, pushing and rubbing against your body, breathing on you., hot breath, sexual tension at a High. Some stranger forces his tongue in your mouth whilst many hands are feeling and touching you all over your body, invading you, pulling your ass cheeks apart, fingers probing your hole, a hot mouth sucking on your dick, hands bending/pushing you over, tongues and fingers licking, sucking and opening you up, strong poppers being put under your nose. It moves on further- Your mouth is full of anonymous cock pushing down your throat, sometimes you are gagging and again poppers are put under you to loosen you up. You then feel a strangers hard cock pushing against and into your hole, Somebody puts poppers under your nose, you breath it in deeply, You know that the anonymous cock is entering you; you still have time to stop, still have time to leave, But You don't, It feels great, bad, seedy and dirty but GREAT you bend more, to give more access, you groan, you push back and take it and then he finishes, pulls out, sometimes you get a slap on the ass or a thanks or just fuck all, you stay bent over and many more men then enter you, fuck you, leave their load ready for the next anonymous man. and you never see who these Men are. Fuck, who would not love a darkroom experience, its fucking awesome. Will it ever be the same again?

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

Getting fucked by guys below your level is the mark of a true cumdump. Whenever I see a hot young guy taking loads from old trolls l know that boy is a total fucking whore and dedicated to serving men. Lt's a good way to show what a pussyboy you are and that you're such a slut you have no standards.

My favorite areas of Slammer Club in L.A. are the dark rooms. As soon as I walk in somehow, miraculously, hands reach out of the dark and start working my tits. That brings me into heat. Before long I've taken my jeans and shoes off, and am bent over the fuck table. From their I just wait for the first hand on my ass, then a finger, and then finally, a cock. Once I'm getting fucked hands reach out again and are rubbing me, working my tits, feeding my mouth cocks. This is hog heaven! Even though it's not very noisy in there, when I sense the guy is about to cum, I start saying, "Breed me. Breed this fucking pig!" So hot being seeded like this. After the first breeding more cocks usually follow and breed me. So yes, dark rooms are a fav of mine. OINK!

Love spreading my ass open in darkrooms, taking any cocks and loads! This past Saturday ended up taking 15 loads in the darkroom at the sex club. One guy pumped 4 loads into my cunt one after the other. I was filled so full of cum and never seen who the guys were fucking my ass! So love being a poz cumdump slut and just a piece of ass for guys to use!

At the top of the stairs was a short corridor and on the left was a TV room playing porn. I had, of course, looked at plenty of porn in the secrecy of my bedroom, but seeing naked guys having sex on a big screen was exciting. I was also quite shocked to see they weren't using condoms as the camera zoomed in on a thick cock ploughing a gaping arsehole. A very old man sat on a sofa watching the film. He was naked and playing with a large, thick cock. He stared at me as I came in and emptied the bin of tissues with shaking hands. My cock was hard in my shorts and I could see him looking at it. Then he licked his lips and winked at me, all the time stroking his erection. I left him there, and went next door on shaky legs. The door was closed, and I heard someone gasping and grunting and a voice saying "Yeah...fuck him... that's it. Do him good." I didn't know what to do, but I was supposed to empty the bins, so I opened the door and went in. There was a large, circular bed in the middle of the room. A small, plump old man was kneeling on the edge being fucked by a tall thin man with shaven pubes as the third man lay on his side on the bed stroking his head and feeding him his cock. "Fuck him." He said again. I was shocked, and excited and embarrassed all at the same time, and stood there stupidly with my plastic bag, not knowing what to do. The tall, thin man who was fucking smiled at me and said "Don't mind us...ooff that's nice...you must be new?" He was so nonchalant I said "Yes, I'm Timmy" In a voice thik with excitement. "Good to meet you. I'm Sid" He said. He drew his cock out of the arsehole and I saw it was glistening with lube and bare. "is it still raining outside?" He said. I couldn't believe he was so casual, carrying on a conversation about the weather as he barebacked the fat arse in front of him. I found myself standing next to him, watching, as the third man opened a brown bottle. Suddenly, the room was filled with an aroma which made my heart pound and my cock even stiffer in my shorts. "Not gong to University, then?" He said, his hand feeling down the back of my shorts and caressing my arse. "N..no." I said. What is this? I thought. But his voice was so calm, so seductive I began to relax and diddn't resist as he took my hand, lent back and got me to feel his cock where it entered the kneeling man. The third man sat up and swung round onto the edge of the bed. "Good to meet you." He said. "Has Bill put the kettle on yet?" As he spoke, he casually grasped my shorts and pulled them forward and down, releasing my cock which sprang up like a poker. "Oh very nice" He said matter of factly. And then he took it into his mouth and I felt myself being sucked for the first time. I gasped, even as Sid leant down, picked up a crumpled tube of lube and squeezed some on his finger. "Yeah,

Just now , crusing site at pull in off country road. A couple of cars so I pulled in,saw a couple of guys , one on his knees giving an enthusiastic blow job so a straight looking guy ( on his way to wifie?) He cam in the bottom s mouth , and his pants were down , a dead giveaway that he wanted his ass played with at the very least. The top scarpered and I took his place and shoved my dick in to the bottoms mouth,i reached behind and felt his ass and said wouldn’t you rather be fucked rather than sucked ?,he stood up and bent over and I spat some on my fingers and lubed him up the old fashioned way. I stood behind and pushed in to him , he was a bit sore so I let him adjust before fucking him hard and long, came in him wiped my sick on his pants and headed back to my van.

After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

There are so many gay resorts in Palm Springs, California to choose from. I have first hand knowledge that CCBC (Cathedral City Boys Club) is pretty open about barebacking. They host Cumunion there. You can read about that on Barebackrt. It's a large place with lot of grounds, playspaces, not upscale. By the way it s estimated that Palm Springs itself is 40% gay and lesbian. Thats the highest of any city in the US.