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This is generally based on what happened to a guy I know. Maybe I helped part of it happen. There will be several parts. I used to tell myself that I don’t know why I changed. But I’ve had a lot of time to think about it and now I know. In my late night porn-watching, I clicked on a link to a clip with a really hot guy in the thumbnail, a geeky (he was even wearing glasses) muscle guy. He was what, in my fantasies, I would transform myself into. Hey, I had the geek part down already, right? The clip was really short but this guy was getting totally nailed by a big dick. It seemed like really rough sex to me. But as hard as the guy was being fucked and slapped around, he was clearly into it. His cock was rock solid and his eyes were rolling back into his head. And yeah, it was a raw scene. So all this stuff turned me on at once and I came pretty fast and hard and then I freaked out and felt guilty and knew that there was something wrong with me. Which I had been doing since I started jerking off about guys anyway, so that part was pretty familiar. Watching this kind of porn didn’t become an obsession or anything, but every once in a while I’d see some link and click it and, boom! I always busted my nut really fast. Then I had to move. The condo I rented was sold, the new owners wanted to live there, blah, blah, blah. And when I went looking for a new apartment I found a really good deal on a place that was cheap because it was upstairs above a row of bars and restaurants that were open late. This was cool with me because I worked swing shift doing customer service at a call center (and I helped such nice people). I wasn’t getting home until a little after 2 am which was after the places closed. It took me a month or two to realize that the alley behind my building was a cruising spot. With the light off in my bedroom, I could stand in the window and watch guys walk up and down the alley. The lighting wasn’t great, but I could see enough to fuel my imagination. Sometimes two guys would stop and talk and then walk away together, going back to somebody’s place to fuck. But I could also see action from right there. A man would drop to his knees and bury his face in another man’s crotch. Even better would be the times when one guy would turn to face the wall and drop his pants. I’d get a brief glimpse of his ass before another man would step up behind him and they’d start to fuck. Sometimes it was clear that the bottom needed some time to open up and get fucked. But there were other guys who seemed to get down to it right away. Maybe the tops had tiny dicks, but I liked it better thinking that the guys who were getting fucked were sluts who were already full of cum so no lube or loosening up was needed. And that was when I pretty much gave up porn. I had this show outside my window every night. I started to recognize some regulars. There was a short, bearish guy with a salt-and-pepper beard who got lots of blowjobs and a slender, dark-haired man, I thought he was Asian, who sucked him off pretty often, as he did lots of others. On Tuesdays, and only Tuesdays, a redhead showed up. He walked with a nervous energy and always left quickly with someone. I think it was always someone different. I learned a few other things. A lot of blowjobs happened near my window, but the fucking seemed to happen further down the alley, which was frustrating, because dumpsters could block my view. Of course, I had to do some exploring. Walking down the alley in the broad light of day, I realized that one reason that fucking happened further down the alley was that one of the buildings on my side of the street didn’t extend to the back of its lot, so there was a space behind it that was more sheltered. I guessed that this belonged to a storefront that from the street appeared to have been under construction for a while, though I’d never seen workers there when I passed by during the day. Financing problems maybe? Who cared? One Saturday night, I’d actually had a date. It was a total bust--the guy ghosted me mid-date, just walking out of the bar. I hadn’t really liked him but I nursed my wounds with a couple of bourbons before going home. I had another once I got there. I undressed and stood in front of the mirror, drunk-assessing myself at 27. On the plus side, I wasn’t fat, I had a little definition on my pale body, and at 6’1” I had that to be proud of. On the other hand, I wasn’t cute, I didn’t have great hair (mousy brown) and I didn’t really do anything with it, and I don’t have a big dick. All of which I felt explained the fact that my hand had been my only sex partner for a year. But, holy Christ. Guys were having sex outside my apartment. Every Night. My heart was racing as I got dressed again. I felt like I was being incredibly transgressive by not wearing underwear under my jeans. A black t-shirt made me feel more anonymous. Like so many of the men I had watched, I entered the alley at a slow pace, walking close to the far side. Blow-job bear was there, leaning against a door frame. He watched me go past and as I tried to sneak looks at his crotch. What was down there that got him so much attention? I could see two guys ahead of me, on the other side of a dumpster. They were leaning close to each other and I thought they were talking until I drew even with them and saw that a third guy was on his knees between them, his head bobbing from one of their cocks to the other. I stopped and leaned back against the opposite wall. I knew that there was plenty of watching in the alley. It wasn’t out of line to look. I started to get hard and began to rub my cock through my jeans. One of the guys getting blown looked my way. A hispanic guy, maybe my age, pretty eyes. He turned back to looking down at the cocksucker. The other guy turned his head toward me and checked me out. Kinda handsome, dark blond. He smiled and then looked down again as well. I decided to be brave and crossed the alley to lean against the wall about 10 feet away from the trio, my heart still pounding. I could see the cocksucker now. It was the (definitely) Asian guy who got so much practice here. He had buried his head on the blond guy’s dick and was really going to town. As the blond grabbed the cocksucker’s head and started to face fuck him, I saw the other guy’s hand slide down into the back of the blond’s loosened jeans. I guessed he was fingering the blond’s hole The blond started to pant and gasp, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” and I heard the cocksucker trying to make encouraging noises. Then the blond was shuddering and clearly cumming, his cock deep in the cocksucker’s throat. The hispanic guy was staring at me now as he pulled his hand out of the blond’s pants. Wordlessly, he walked toward me and I could see a thick heavy dick hanging out of his open pants. It was slick with spit and uncut. I was staring right at it, unable to look anywhere else until he was right in front of me. And then he was pushing the index finger of his hand into my mouth and I was sucking on it and thinking that Oh, God, this was the finger that was in the blond’s ass and it tastes like sweat and man and cum and faintly of ass and I am sucking it because this hot guy with the mean cock wants me to and I am such a fucking dirty slut. And this man who understood me in a way I had not smiled at me. He used the finger that was in my mouth, the finger that I was hungrily sucking, to push me down. I stumbled to my knees and he pulled my mouth open sideways as he pushed his cock into my mouth. It tasted just like his finger only stronger. I knew that he’d fucked the blond guy raw and bred his ass. Part of me was completely horrified that I was letting this stranger use me like this and part of me was horrified that I wanted him to use me like this. And another part was angry that the blond guy had been fucked and not me. And angry that the blond guy had been bred and not me. So I began to suck with a fury. I grabbed hold of his asschecks and held on as I tried to pull his cock all the way down my throat. His finger disappeared from my mouth as he grabbed my ears and asserted control of my rhythm. He wouldn’t let me be fast; he held himself in the depths of my throat with each thrust. He didn’t care how much I wanted him to cum Right Now. He was using me. My eyes had teared up and my knees hurt from kneeling on the pavement but I stayed there, totally focused on his cock in my mouth. It went on and on and I kept hoping for him to cum but he didn’t. I heard someone adjusting his clothes and then walk away. And then someone else stood close beside us. “Can you cum again so soon?” a voice asked. “Nope,” I heard. “Not after the way I came in you. I’m just testing this one out.” He stopped me completely and pushed my head back off his cock, looking down at me. I was trembling and my eyes kept darting from his face to his cock and back. “Maybe sometime I’ll fuck him. He fuckin’ needs to be bred, don’t you think?” There was laughter from the blond and then the man who had used me was pulling his pants closed, tucking his magnificent cock inside, and walking away without even looking back at me on my knees in the alley with a rock hard dick still in my pants and a hunger inside.

Part II I staggered home and freaked out about what I was. I couldn’t get it out of my head and it obsessed me as I jerked off and shot a huge load. Which freaked me out more. And the more I thought about how much I needed to be the kind of cum whore I wanted to be, the more I got turned on. And then I jerked off again, and freaked out more. I didn’t get to sleep until 6 am and I was awake in a few hours. I was online soon, looking at raw porn, reading stories, downloading hookup apps. I swung between states of arousal and fear. I wanted to be fucked raw right out of my mind and I then I would be full of shame and fear and my dick would get hard and I would jerk off. Finally, I sat down and made a list of what I thought a sane person would do in my situation. I still have the list. It’s not completely coherent but since it was the product of my freakout, I think that’s understandable. Have only healthy sex, physically and mentally Stop drinking! Focus on being a good person because a good person gets a boyfriend and has good sex Get a boyfriend! Go to the gym 5x/week Become a vegan New look! Dress like I care Success was mixed. I dunno why I wrote down vegan. I guess I thought it would be super healthy-smart. I think I ate a bowl of lentils and that was it. I did stop drinking. And I did start going to the gym more. The good person/boyfriend thing was definitely going to take some strategic thinking. Ditto the new look because I kind of resented myself for writing that down. As for having only healthy sex--I’d gone for a year without having any, so all I had to do was stick to my old patterns, right? Not so easy. I didn’t go back to the alley, but I did stand in the dark in my apartment and watch what happened there each night. Then I would jerk off again and freak out at how much I wanted to be raw fucked until cum leaked out of my ass. So I changed my work shift. I actually got a promotion for changing to graveyard, which meant more money. I was out of my apartment from 11:30-8:30 Wednesday to Sunday. Temptation removed! Sort of. That’s when I decided to see if I could train myself to be different sexually. If I was afraid of being a cumdump whore, I would be the kind of guy who used them. I found pump-and-dump offers on websites and apps and I went for it. God, there were a lot of flakes and jerks. I think in the first six weeks I actually fucked only two guys in darkened apartments, never seeing anything more than their asses in the air. And both those times I came so fast I was embarrassed. But these guys were all about collecting the loads and they didn’t seem to care. One of them invited me back nearly every week. I kept pumping and dumping. I built up the ability to last, in part by thinking about how I was giving these anonymous guys what they wanted, making them happy. I wasn’t the biggest cock any of them ever took. But I’d played a game with myself that I could only cum in a guy’s ass, so that meant no jerking off. Which meant I was shooting pretty big loads and some of them at least, really liked it when I said I had a 3- or 4-day load for them. About six months went by. I looked at my list, stuck on my fridge door, and gave myself some credit. I hadn’t had a drink. I’d kept up the gym. I was probably the only one who noticed a change (and my drive-by pump-and-dumps were not admiring my guns anyway), but I had a new habit. As for the healthy sex, well, I was getting off regularly. It was consensual. And the guys always said, “Thanks, man!” So that was a great first step! There was a guy named Nate who was one of my regular fucks. He lived about 10 blocks away, close enough that I could walk to his place when he was in a receiving mood. And one day Nate learned about the alley behind my place. He had no idea that I lived there, just that I was kind of close to him. So when he messaged me and asked me if I wanted to meet in the alley, he had no idea how easy it would be for me. I freaked again. That would be a Bad Thing to do, I told myself. I told Nate that I couldn’t make it and he was totally cool about it. Helpfully, he let me know when he’d be there and what he’d be wearing. So it was that late Tuesday/early Wednesday I was standing at my window, looking down in the alley. I'd never seen Nate’s face but I knew him as soon as he showed up. He was a little on the chub side and he always wore a backwards baseball cap when he was getting fucked. The image on it was Porky Pig. He strolled into the alley right on time, wearing jeans and a leather jacket and that hat. Right away I was hard and was jerking myself before I could even think about it. Now I had a conflict. I’d decided the alley was a Bad Thing. But I had promised myself also that I wasn’t going to jerk off, only cum inside asses. I had a promise to keep! That was all the excuse I needed to do down there. By the time I’d dressed in jeans and a wife-beater, Nate was no longer in sight from my window. I had to compose myself not to rush down to the alley and by the time I got there I had adopted a relaxed, slightly curious stroll. I passed Blow-job Bear, who gave me a very direct look, which I returned boldly, and kept going down the alley. I walked past the dumpster beside which I had been on my knees all those months ago and came to the wider place behind the storefront still under construction. Nate was there, on his knees already, sucking off a young guy, maybe early 20s, baby face, who was leaning against the building. The young guy looked wary as I stepped closer. But I was in top guy mode now. I was The Fucker. I was confident. I looked down at Nate. I guessed he was mid-30s, with a neat brown beard. His face was pushed up against the kid’s groin. “You gonna fuck him?” I said quietly to the kid. He looked startled and shook his head. “He likes to get fucked,” I said. Nate pulled back and let the kid’s cock drop out of his mouth. It was skinny but long. I’d never used him as a cocksucker but it was no surprise that he was experienced. “Toby?” he whispered. My name’s not Toby except on apps. “Hey, slut,” I said. “Drop the pants.” Nate grinned and obliged. I slipped a finger into his hole and he gave a familiar moan. He’d lubed himself up well. The kid was watching us, wide-eyed. I used my other hand to grab his cock. I swear I could feel his heart racing through it but he didn’t shy away as I tugged Nate around, lining his hole up with the kid’s cock. “Go ahead, fuck him,” I whispered to the kid. He started to stammer something but I leaned in and kissed him. In a club or on a dating app this guy might never have given me the time of day, but here, in an alley dedicated to sex, he let my tongue into his mouth as I held his manhood. I squeezed his dick and he shuddered a little. “Come on, Nate,” I said, “Back up on this.” I moved my hand away as Nate’s slick hole began to engulf the kid’s engorged cock. I slipped that hand down the back of the kid’s jeans and toward his own hole, just putting a little pressure below the hole itself. “Look at you, man,” I whispered in the kid’s ear as he began to slowly slide his cock deeper into Nate. “You’re using that hole. You’re fucking him. Your cock is inside him and he loves it.” The kid turned his head and started kissing me again. I moved my finger up and started pressing it against his hole directly now. The kid slowed his fucking. He was distracted by all the sensory input. But Nate was eager and he began fucking himself on the kid’s cock as I worked my finger fully inside the kid. There was no lube in the kid’s hole. He wasn’t prepared to be a slut like Nate was, but he wasn’t freaked out about being fingered and I was fully hard, my cock still in my jeans as I thought about fucking this kid’s ass raw right there. But Nate was too good at what he did. Suddenly the kid was cumming, shooting his load in Nate’s guts. I shoved my finger all the way up his hole as the kid climaxed with near spasms. He gasped repeatedly and I heard him saying faintly, “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Nate and I laughed quietly, ruefully and then I kissed the kid again, his dick still inside Nate’s hole. “You’re a hot fucker,” I said as I broke off the kiss. “I’d be glad to show you how to really enjoy that. And a few more things.” My finger was still up his hole and I pushed against his prostate. The kid had flushed a bright red. He looked confused. I had an idea about why. “Any time you see me, you let me know what you’re up for,” I told him. “This is a great start, but it can be just a start.” There was a “plop” as his dick slid out of Nate’s hole as Nate stood up. “Thanks,” the kid whispered to me, and then again, almost as an afterthought to Nate. He started grabbing his pants to hike them up and in about 30 awkward seconds he was walking away down the alley. I fucked a load into Nate right there that night. Blow-job Bear had wandered down from his usual station and watched us from the shadows but as far as I could tell he never even fondled himself as he did so. Nate cleaned my cock off after I’d unloaded in him, something he’d never done before. But I stick a finger from my left hand in his ass before I left him there and walked home with a glob of pungent cum and ass juices on it. I carefully avoided touching anything with that hand. At home, I savored it. My cum, the kid’s cum, and Nate’s juices, they tasted amazing. I didn’t know who I was but it was fucking hot.

Not alone - the worst is when someone has titled or tagged the video to make it sound like bareback. I hate when I spend a few minutes watching a hot set up only to have it turn into rubber-porn.

"I can't believe how hot Louis looks. When he said he got a tattoo, I thought it would be something small, not both fuckin' arms. He's really changed since I last saw him a couple years ago. We text a lot and talk every month or two and I noticed he's been more open since his breakup" Ron said to me. Louis came back to the table and came up to Ron, rubbing the cold glass against each of his nipples before setting the glass down. He looked over at Kevin who had a big smile on his face. He obviously didn't mind guys flirting with his partner. Louis then walked past Kevin and stood next to me before pulling Kevin back and turning him to face the bar. "You get a better view if you're not staring at the wall" he said chuckling. I did the same with Ron, pulling his ass to my crotch. It felt nice and firm and I couldn't resist the urge to grind my hips into his butt. Looking over, I saw Louis whispering something into Kevin's ear while he played with Kevin's nips. Ron started to laugh quietly and had a grin, so I knew he wasn't upset at Louis and his partner playing around either. This went on for a while, the banter getting more erotic with each swig until our beers were empty. Ron broke away from me and headed to the bar with the empty glasses. He came back with two pints for Kevin and Louis and then fetched the other two. Ron handed me my beer and then traced down my chest from the bottom of the harness with his wet finger. He grabbed my bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze while he winked at me. We resumed our positions with Ron in front of me and chatted and drank. We found out that this was the first time that either Kevin or Ron had been to a leather bar that had more than a couple guys in it. From their comments, I figured we would be making a stop at Josef's leather shop the next day. I was telling Ron about the first meeting with the farmer and Louis when Jimbo walked past, making sure no one was causing any trouble. He glanced our way and gave a smile, stopping in front of us on his way back and said "He's not your usual type of guy, Ryan." I laughed and told him again that the twinky blond in front of me was Louis' cousin. He looked back and forth between Louis and Ron and laughed. "Brothers from a different grandmother, huh?" Jimbo joked. Jimbo looked at me and winked before he hooked his finger in the chain around Ron's neck and said "Come with me." Both Kevin and Louis looked over at me, clearly worried. All of the people around us stopped their conversations and watched Jimbo lead Ron toward the back of the bar. I thought I knew where Jimbo was headed but I followed along anyway just to make sure Ron was OK. I turned out to be right and down the stairs the three of us went toward the bathroom. Once inside Jimbo backed Ron to the wall and said "On your knees. I'm sure you done this before." Ron sunk to his knees as a few guys moved closer. Some were rubbing their crotches and a couple had their dicks out and were stroking them. Ron reached up and unbuckled and then unzipped Jimbo's jeans and pulled out his semi-hard cock. After a few quick licks, Ron took the thick, cut cock in his mouth and started to suck. Jimbo's cock wasn't real long, but it was thick. Ron wasn't showing any inhibitions to sucking a stranger's cock in a bar bathroom and while I wanted to join in, I was going to save my load for later. I took a quick piss and headed back to the table. "Where's Ron?" Kevin asked, obviously concerned. "He's getting a couple protein snacks. He'll be back shortly" I said, grinning. We kept talking and with the beers empty again, Kevin went to the bar this time. I leaned over to Louis and pulled his head in, kissing him deeply. It wasn't a short kiss and was only interrupted by Kevin setting the glasses down on the table. When he went back to get the other pair of pints, I said to Louis "Let's finish this round and head back to my place. You guys can crash there." We talked some more and I could tell that Kevin was getting worried about Ron. It had been almost twenty minutes since Jimbo hauled him away and he hadn't come back yet. "Don't worry, Jimbo will make sure he's safe" had just came out of my mouth and I saw Jimbo pushing a guy across the bar, his big paw wrapped around the back of the neck of some tall, skinny guy. "I told you fuckin 'no' and you kept at it. That mean's you're outta here, asshole" Jimbo barked at the guy. Ron was a few steps behind Jimbo and came back to our table. "What the fuck happened?" Kevin asked, clearly concerned about his partner. "Some guy started face fucking me and the bouncer told him to back off. He jammed his cock in my throat and started to piss. When the bouncer pulled him back, he pissed all over me" Ron explained. I was just about to apologize when Ron added "If his piss tasted better, I wouldn't have minded, but damn was it nasty." About that time, Jimbo came up behind Ron and said "I'm really sorry about that. I hope you're ok." Ron nodded and Jimbo said "Next round is on us." After he left, I chuckled and said "Seriously, are you ok? We can leave if you want." "Yeah, I'm good. That was fuckin hot though. I sucked four guys off before the dick tried to get rough with me. The bouncer had a huge load that I could barely swallow fast enough. The next guy didn't last long and as soon as I dug my tongue into his piss slit, he shot. Then this huge bear came up with this really thick cock. He rubbed it over my lips and then in this deep voice said 'Suck it, boi', so I did. He let me work it over and it tasted amazing. I could taste cum and sweat and ass juice, so I think he had just got done fucking some guy. After a while, he held my head and pulled out so just the head was inside my lips and sprayed a nice load all over tongue and mouth." The three of us nodded, listening carefully to each word when Ron continued "Then this black guy unzipped his leather jeans and pulled out this nice long, curved dick. I licked his balls before I went up his shaft and then sucked on him. I tried to take it all the way but the angle was wrong to get him down my throat. When he got close he shot the first rope all over my face and then shoved it in for me to swallow the rest. That's when the asshole came up and face fucked me. The bouncer told him to back off, but he didn't, he got rougher. I felt him start to piss and heard the bouncer yelling at him and pulling him off me. The worst part was his piss washed the cum off my face" Ron explained. Ron seemed to have enjoyed most of the experience and Kevin leaned in and licked the cum and piss off of his face before giving him a deep kiss. The bartender showed up and delivered four beers, just saying "These are on us. We don't tolerate abuse here. That fucker won't bother you again." Ron broke the kiss long enough to reply "Thanks. We're good" and then went back snogging with his partner.

Thursday night/Friday morning had two great loads. Earlier in the week a 24 year old black guy hits me up on growlr, unlocks pics, is more a twink, bear chaser, but has an impressive looking dick. You know the kind, looks like it's 9", but when they get here it's a respectable, enjoyable 7.5" I think nothing of the conversation, a throwawy fantasy, and I already had another guy on the way (see last posting.) Thursday night he says hi again, and we chat, and soon I know he's up to fuck me that night. Says he wants to use a condom seeing it's the first time, yada yada, I put a worn out magnum on the nightstand just in case. All conversations, no face pic, I don't ask him how big he is, just a no strings fuck. When he showed up, was shorter than I expected, but a trim twink body, afro, and cute as hell being a little dorky. We make out a little and feel each other up, and his cock feels nice, I'd say 8" with a nice curve so I'm happy. I get on my knees to do a little worship, and his cock keeps growing. He's not the thickest guy I've been with, but when it's fully hard he's 10+ inches no doubt, nice downward curve. He wants to please me, so he rims me after I've sucked him for a while, and after a couple minutes of this I hear him spit on his cock, and he pushes into me raw. WONDERFUL! What follows is the longest, hardest fuck of my life. For the first 10 minutes or so it was a run-of-the-mill bare fuck. Then I noticed that he was pressing against my second ring, I said something about that, and after a few minutes of him working his way in, he's past it. I've never had that experience! the rest of the fuck he was pounding his way past that ring every thrust he could! I was moaning and screaming the entire time, and damn did it feel good. I think the guy would still be fucking me if I didn't tell him I wanted his cum! It was so deep it was hours before I felt it dribbling out! A few minutes after he left he's messaging me again, telling me how he loved fucking me! This one is a keeper. The next morning, a pre-arranged fuckbud came by and I sat on his beercan cock, rode his load out. Both felt great, and were much needed!

The guys have to be really, really very hot to continue watching (in vain hope they take off the condom?). Usually as soon as I see a condom I turn if off.

Obviously, if a black man enjoys playing up racial stereotypes as part of the play, by all means, there's no reason not to indulge each other that way. You're wise to hold off talking about it unless/until he brings it up. The problem, as I see it, is the innumerable white guys who don't seem to grasp that many black men do NOT want to be reduced to, and objectified as, "a big black cock", and the incessant dropping of the BBC phrase into casual conversation reminds me of old white guys in my youth (in the 60's) casually talking about nigger this and nigger that. They were shocked if you called them on it - "I don't mean anything by that!" - because they, as always, had held the power in those situations and it never occurred to them that those without the power to really object might be offended.

Ok so I’m a porn addict, but of course supply often lags behind demand. Sometimes I’ll stumble upon some insanely hot guys in a raunchy scenario I’ve not seen before, but as soon as I spot a condom when the fucking starts I lose complete interest. Am I alone or just being picky?

I was on my daily hike in the woods. It was an ordinary day. My mind was wondering. I got to thinking about past mistakes. About the meth use from a few years ago I'd fought hard to get past. I was proud of myself, but every time I thought of it there was a sense of longing there. Of wanting to get to the point again. I brushed it off thought. every time. I'd finally gotten my shit together and everyone in my life was so pleased. But inside i felt the call. Do you know the one? The one that says you had it right before and that societally together is boring. It was way more fun to be wild and free. I stopped running. i downloaded grindr for the first time in two years. I kept running. I stopped again ten minutes later and made a profile, took some pics and started chatting. I was now deep in the woods. I kept running. ping. and running. Ping. I checked. Found a guy and exchanged pics. Damn he was hot. Sexy underwear slut. harness pic. nice cock and ass. Within 5 minutes of convo found out he was a partier who was looking. He loved to get wild when he partied. He had stuff and liked to slam. My heart beat. I said yes. I kept running. the run to my car i tried to talk myself out of it. I tried to convince myself it wasn't worth it. But i knew I was going. I knew that It was long past due for me to answer the call. I ran toward my freedom. When I was in my car we talked more. He sent his location. It's amazing how the horniest hookups happen without a ton of chat. I started to drive to him. I was ready. Let me know if you think I should continue.

I do not subscribe to the idea that every signal sent by someone else is deserving of a response simply because he sent it. There are three types of contacts, in particular, that I often ignore because they signal that the sender did not take the time to look at my profile long enough to have a genuine interest: 1) “Sup” (and its variants). This amounts, in my view, to nothing more than a ping in the dark. It gives me no clue as to what the person wants, what his interest is, and throws the burden onto me to actively engage. If I were to ping back with something equally neutral such as “not much, you?”, 90% of follow-ups (if any) turn out to be just as useless: “horny” or “bored”. If they were honest, they would at least reply “lazy”. 2) Taps/Oinks/Woofs etc. On Grindr, my profile specifically states “Do Not Tap Me. If you want to get my attention, use your words.” And yet: tap, tap, tap, tap... I ignore them, because it tells me instantly that they didn’t bother to look at my profile. Does their tap deserve my response? I say no. On other apps, such wolf-whistles are no more useful than “sup” and require even less effort to send. In a real-life cruising situation, how would I be expected to respond to a real-life wolf-whistle from across the room? 3) “Pics”. I have now developed a special reply reserved for those who send me this one-word opening missive. I respond with images of guitar picks, dental picks, icepicks, and assorted other prepared images of different types of picks to try to make sure I cover the topic. Usually at that point they either block me (thank you), express confusion, or then specify “pics of your ass”. To which I reply either “Not a pic trader” or “I only send pics to men who are actually going to fuck me.” And I almost never hear from them again. So in the end, did “pics” deserve a reply? Not really, no, and the effort I took to respond was only to purge the irritation that his rude, selfish and presumptuous demand caused to begin with. I actually don’t have as much of an issue with unsolicited cock picks arriving unannounced - I take these as a direct advertisement of interest in fucking, because in my experience that’s usually what they are, rather than simply an attempt to get me to respond with images. I don’t fault them for not having any text because I think of them as sort of picture-being-worth-1000-words (and a fair example of real inches). 🙂

I hooked up with an Anon on BBRT tonight. We arranged to meet at a park by my place. When he showed up we walked down to the baseball fields and went into one of the dugouts. I immediately dropped my shorts and bent over grabbing onto the bench. He proceeded to finger some lube into me, he put his cock head against my hole and pushed his whole 7" fat cock all the way into me. He rabbit fucked me for about 5 minutes before slamming his cock all the way in and holding it there, I swear that I could feel that monster pulsing inside of me. He then pulled his cock out and smacked my ass with his hand. I stood back up, pulled my shorts on and we went our separate ways. Walking back home was a bit of a challenge for me because my legs were both trembling and my ass was burning from his intense pounding. I got back home and realized that his seed had been draining out of my ass the whole walk home, I even still had a small gape. As I write this, I am laying on my bed slowly fingering my messy hole.

As one of that increasingly rare breed that likes porn with a story line 😼 I do still sometimes enjoy watching condom porn, although I obviously much prefer it bareback. However, I also really hate the tendency to tag scenes as bareback when they aren't

Yup it’s that investment in time that annoys me. Honestly I doesn’t matter if it’s even my fav porn star of the moment, as soon as I see the rubber I’m off!

My last steady fuckbuddy began almost every text conversation we ever had with "when can I get some more of that tight, white pussy?" He really got off on my talking about his "big black dick" - he really didn't like the word "cock." But he was the one who initiated this dirty talk. I never talk about a man's big black cock/dick until he shows/tells me that it is something he gets off on.

We had some fun with this boy last night. I have to say I was impressed how well he sucked not to mention took every cock to the balls and begged for more. One of the Hottest gang bangs we have had in the play room

Anon loads are my absolute favorite! I love the ease, simplicity, and how quickly the scene goes. My preference is to not seeing the top's face. I let them know in advance that I'll be hooded, ass facing the door, and don't want to speak. Over the many years I've been doing anon scenes, I have only see the faces of one or two tops. It's a scene perfect for guys who don't want to trade pics for whatever reason -- married, or need to pump n dump. It's fast and gets them what they need with no questions asked. I don't follow up with them preferring to help maintain their anonymity. Several have contacted me for repeats and repeats are always the same. In, fuck, dump your load, leave.

Cody’s Weekend at Home Although Cody was only a junior in high school, he was already 18. His father held him back from starting school so that he would be a year ahead of kids his age. His father was an all-star high school wrestler who was a state finalist all 3 years he wrestled varsity. He knew that if Colt started a year later he’d have a good chance to be a four time state finalist and maybe state champion. Cody stood 5’8” and normally weighed 135 to 140 pounds but was able to cut his weight down to wrestle in the 126 pound weight class against kids who would probably be younger and less experienced. He had a good muscular build from years of weight training and good nutrition. His father’s genetics didn’t hurt. Cody started wrestling the age of 7. He found that he liked the body contact he had with other guys and soon found that he was stimulated by this contact. He would throw wood easily and soon found himself jerking off to wrestling videos. When he got to high school he figured he was gay and kept pretty much to himself occasionally dating a pretty girl. His senior year he noticed that the student trainer assigned to work with the wrestling team was watching guys shower. Cody bust the kid when he was watching him shower and exploited this to his advantage. It didn’t take much to get the kid to suck each other’s cocks. Cody always took his time in the shower and made sure he was the last one there with the student trainer so that they could mutually suck each other off. Cody wanted to do more but the student trainer was reluctant to try. When his parents had to go cross country for a wedding as the state tournament was approaching they decided to let Cody stay home alone. The team had their last match before the tournament on a Thursday night giving the team 2 weeks to prepare for the opening round. Cody’s parents left that Friday morning and Cody figured he’d check a few things out in the city that night. At the end of practice on Friday the coach gave them the weekend off. There were a couple places in town where he might meet someone to play around with and he soon found himself outside one of the local gay bar. He sat on the hood of his car watching guys as they went inside. Paul was walking down the street. Cody noticed Paul when he was a block away from the bar. Paul was over 6’ tall (coming in at 6’2”) with a lean muscular build (around 180 pounds). Cody guessed him to be in his mid 20’s as he kept his eyes on this stud as he came down the street. When Paul got closer he noticed the young stud looking him over and instead of heading inside the bar he walked up to the kid sitting on his car. Paul looked the kid over and asked, “Are you going inside or are you just going to sit there and look pretty?” Cody answered, “I’d love to go inside but I’m only 18. Is there any place we could go and have some fun?” Paul could tell that Cody was looking for some fun and made a suggestion, “I live close by, we could go there and I’m sure we’ll find something fun to do.” As they began to walk towards Paul’s place they introduced themselves to each other. Paul lived a couple blocks from the bar and soon were at Paul’s building. Cody followed Paul up the stairs and soon they were alone in his apartment. Paul said, “Make yourself at home Cody.” As Paul kicked off his shoes and walked over to the fridge. Cody kicked off his own shoes and soon he was sitting on the couch. Paul called out from the kitchen, “Can I get you anything to drink?” Cody answered that he didn’t drink alcohol since he was still in training.” As Paul returned to the living room he turned on the TV and asked, “What are you in training for?” Paul already had porn playing from his computer that he had hooked up to all his TV’s. While Cody watched the porn on the TV he let Paul know that he wrestled and Paul told Cody that he played baseball when he was in high school and college. Cody could tell Paul was a jock from the way he carried himself. That really turned Cody on and he was sure that Paul was turned on as well from the apparent bulge in his jeans. Paul asked cody, “Hope you like porn.” Cody was transfixed on the porn as he nodded in the affirmative. The porn was all bareback as Paul began to hope he could breed this jock. Cody then noticed a funny looking glass pipe sitting on the coffee table as Paul was rejoining the young jock. He said, “This is a strange looking Marijuana pipe.” Paul laughed and let Cody know, “It’s not a Marijuana pipe it’s a Tina pipe.” Cody had a puzzled look on his face as Paul took the pipe and said, “I’ll show you how to use it if you’d like?” Paul then took out a small baggie and put a couple rocks of Tina in it then lights his torch and held it to the bottom of the bowl. Cody watched in amazement as the bowl filled with smoke just before Paul slowly inhaled the smoke into his lungs. Paul held his breath for a second then blew the smoke out. Cody was intrigued and when Paul asked if he’d like to try it he didn’t hesitate with “Fuck yeah. Is it anything like pot?” Paul responded, “It’s better than pot.” Paul held the torch to the bowl and the smoke began to quickly fill it as he told Cody, “Now slowly inhale and hold your breath till I tell you to let it out.” Cody did as he was told and held his breath. Paul purposefully had Cody hold the Tina in longer than he himself had as he had the pipe ready for another go. He had Cody exhale and then inhale a second breath from the pipe. After the 4th time Cody was starting to fly as Paul wanted him too. Quickly the two began to kiss as they continued to share the pipe and before long Paul was ready to give Cody a shotgun. Cody was familiar with shotgunning a joint. Paul explained in detail how he was going to do a deep drag of the pipe then as Cody inhales the smoke from Paul as he exhales while they share a kiss. Cody was game and soon they exchanged a few shotguns as they passionately kissed. It didn’t take long till they both found themselves only wearing boxer briefs. Paul’s cock was rock hard and dripping. That was probably more due to the Viagra he took shortly after they returned to his apartment then the stud he was with. As the 2 jocks kissed Paul paused to ask Cody, “What do you want to do?” Cody answered, “I’m in your hands Paul.” Paul got an evil grin on his face as he led Cody to the bedroom. On the way he asked, “Are you enjoying the Tina Cody?” Cody answered “Fuck yes, it makes my body tingle.” Once they were in the bedroom he kissed Cody and excused himself. He returned with a 250 cc syringe filed with (what Cody could see) was a clear fluid. Paul let Cody know, “If you enjoyed smoking Tina I think you’ll love slamming her.” Cody had a puzzled look on his face, “Slamming?” Paul explained, “Yes, injecting it directly into your vein. It’s awesome and if you think your body tingles now, just wait.” Cody was a little apprehensive as Paul said, “I’ll do myself first then you, ok?” Cody seemed a little more interested. Paul described in detail what he was doing as he wrapped a piece of rubber around his left bicep, took an alcohol prep and wiped a prominent vein, stuck the needle in and pulled back the plunger to register a flash of blood. Paul added that he’s very good at this since he’s a nurse. Paul then slowly pushed the plunger down about 1/3 the way before he pulled it from his arm and replaced the cap. He then held a cotton ball over where he had just injected himself, put his arm over head and with his teeth pulled the rubber from his arm. Paul let out a couple coughs as Cody could see his cock begin to leak big time. Paul leaned over to Cody and kissed him as he was feeling his rush. When the kiss broke Paul told Cody “It’s now your turn” trying not to give Cody a choice or opportunity to back out. Cody seemed a little nervous but was transfixed as Paul applied the tourniquet, found a good vein he never noticed that Paul was using the needle he just used on himself. Paul hit the vein with expertise he had as a nurse, registered the flash of blood and emptied the rest of the syringe into Cody’s arm. As the needle was withdrawn Paul was sure to let Cody know “You will feel a warmth rush into your chest, you might feel a slight difficulty breathing for a brief second as you cough out hard. Your heart will begin to beat really fast as a ringing might be heard in your ears.” Paul put a cotton ball over the injection site as he put Cody’s arm over his head then pulled the tourniquet off. Cody felt the warmth as was described as he suddenly coughed out hard. He heard the ringing in his ears as his heart began to beat really fast. As the rush washed over his body Paul helped him lay back as he climbed on top of the rushing twink and kissed him deeply. When the kiss broke Paul was sure to ask, “How are you feeling Cody?” Cody responded “OH FUCK, WOW!!! This is FUCKING awesome!” Paul returned to kissing Cody and quickly both jocks lost the last little bit of clothing each were wearing as their boxer briefs ended up on the floor. Paul was rock hard and his cock was still dripping as Cody’s cock was very sensitive but he was very limp. Cody asked, “Why are you so rock hard and I’m so soft?” Paul let Cody know, “That’s how Tina is, some get rock hard and some get very soft.” Quickly Paul maneuvered so that they were in ‘69’ position and quickly Cody was devouring Paul’s cock as Paul licked and sucked Cody’s limp tool. Quickly Paul moved his mouth and began to eat Cody’s hole. Cody had never been rimmed before and quickly asked “What are you doing?” Paul responded, “Haven’t you ever been rimmed before?” Cody quickly admitted, “The only thing I’ve ever done was suck and get sucked.” Paul moved so that he could pay complete attention on eating Cody’s virgin hole as he readied it for his hard cock. He worked to get it nice and sloppy wet as Cody writhed and moaned. He knew that he would be inside this jock bare and breeding him in minutes. As Cody’s began to open up and get nicely lubed he knew it was time. He began to kiss and lick his way up Cody’s body making sure to pay attention to the twink’s very sensitive nipples. As he moved up he was sure to aim his hard cock towards Cody’s hole. Paul knew how to position his cock so that it would slide right inside. Paul was staring deeply into Cody’s eyes as the tip hit home and Paul took Cody’s virginity. Cody moaned out as Paul bottomed his 8” balls deep inside his hole. He stroked Paul’s face as the two kissed and Paul began to slowly fuck away. Cody wrapped his legs around Paul’s slim waist as he felt Paul piston in and out of his hole. Since Paul was still rushing he knew he would cum quickly then be ready to really pound away at Cody. Paul felt his balls begin to boil and knew the strong orgasm would be upon him soon. He took a couple long strokes and grunted as his cock spewed out a huge load of his poison seed. Paul knew between the shared point and the load inside Cody would most likely get the fuck flu within a few weeks. The two kissed as Cody commented, “I know you just came, I felt your cock twitch inside me and I think I felt your load.” Paul kissed Cody again and let him know, “Yes I just filled you with a big load of my cum.” Cody never began to worry, he knew the implications of what had just happened and what it could mean and as he looked into Paul’s eyes he knew the answer to the question he had on his mind as Paul pulled his still hard cock out of his ass. Paul maneuvered Cody into doggy as he mounted the twink from behind. He slid his hard cock inside and began to slowly build up speed to where he was pounding away at Cody’s hole. Cody felt every thrust as his prostate was hit. Paul knew that Cody would learn to be a bottom cum dumb and Paul hoped that Cody would want more Tina. Cody was fucked in every position possible as the two shared another slam. It was mid day on Sunday when Cody finally left for home. He was very satisfied at what he had done that weekend and asked Paul “Can we get together again after the state tournament is over in a few weeks?” Paul answered “Fuck yeah! Would you like to meet some of my friends?” Cody answered “Fuck Yeah!”

I was in Alpena, MI for a family vacation and I ended up meeting with this straight guy on Grindr. He was at the gym and needed someone to fuck after he got done working out. He met me at the hotel bathroom and fucked me over the sink at 1am while my family was asleep in bed. Gave me a good load and left before I could even pull up my shorts. Love anonymous encounters!

Chapter six - Shenanigans and Revelations, Part One It had been about 7 days since Daniel had seen Sam, and he was feeling really pent up. Lately, he could usually count on Sam to visit a couple of times a week, and there would be some sexual release at some point, sooner or later during their romantic (mis)adventures. He was falling pretty hard for Sam, but the guy had to go on a work related trip for a couple of weeks, so the two were experiencing a bit of distance for the first time since they started hooking up, and then officially dating. Funny how you get used to a situation, sometimes quickly, and when it changes back, you get uncomfortable, right? Even if the change is back to what you were familiar with before. There was only one thing for it. I mean, Sam wasn't around, and it was still a pretty familiar behaviour for Daniel, so... ... the temptation was palpable. To go cruising the local hang outs again. He had done it once or twice in between days when hanging out with Sam, too, after all... early days and no guarantees and all that.... even though, he usually felt a tad guilty about it when he thought about Sam afterwards. He would rationalise it though, as "it's not like they were married or anything, and lots of people have open relationships etc., right?" Besides, it felt good at the time. So be it. Daniel went to his favourite toilet block after work, the one that was particularly popular with gay guys looking for a quickie, and convinced himself he'd just make out with guys, swap blow jobs and that sort of thing. The block was pretty standard, a couple of cubicles, one large and one small, and a long urinal against the back wall. Upon entry, Daniel noticed a guy standing at the urinal, so approached and unzipped his fly, looking over as discreetly as he could, to see if the other guy was looking, and the guy noticed and flashed him a little smile, and winked, then started playing with his cock, rolling his foreskin back and forth over his glans, and Daniel wrapped his hand over his own tool and started stroking slowly, smiling back at the stranger. The door to the larger cubicle opened behind them, then Daniel heard the usual sounds of footsteps and the water flowing in the sink, and the hand dryer starting. Then, looking over his shoulder and making sure the coast was clear, he motioned to the other guy with a tilt of his head and a nod in the direction of the now unoccupied cubicle. Daniel put his cock back in his pants and zipped up, then headed in, and the other guy followed him in, his cock still in his hand. As soon as the door was closed, Daniel dropped to his knees, in front of the man, and started licking up his shaft, and slobbering all over his balls, spitting and licking and sucking them gently, totally in lust and worshipping this guy's manhood, taking him down his throat and the man put his hand on Daniel's head and started to throat fuck the lad, making him gag slightly and come up for breath. Daniel kept doing his best to be a deserving fuck hole for this man and his impressive slab of fuckmeat, alternating between exploring every inch with his lips and tongue, and taking it as far down his throat as he could manage. The guy was now moaning in total pleasure, and had both hands in Daniel's hair, running his fingers through it. He took out a bottle of poppers from his pocket, and handed it to Daniel, and unfastened his belt and took his pants off. Daniel stayed, kneeling on the floor, taking hits of the poppers, while the other guy stripped. Once fully nude, the man pulled D up by his underarms, and said "Bend over, baby." Daniel obliged, bending over and grabbing his asscheeks, spreading them with his hands, presenting his sweet little pink hole to him. "Fuuuuuck.... what a pretty hole." Said the man, in total awe, he then knelt down behind Daniel and began rimming the lad, diving straight in between the young lad's spread cheeks and eating the puckered hole like a starving animal, licking and teasing with his tongue, spitting on it while he massaged his own throbbing member, and with a free hand, fingering in the spit, then going back to applying pressure with his tongue, attempting to push it inside as much as he could, flicking the tip up and down, doing his best to massage and coax Daniel's special spot to relax and open for him. Next thing, He stood up, and Daniel could feel the man pressing down on his back, keeping him bent over, the stranger's large hand spreading over his upper back, between the shoulder blades. Then, he moaned as he felt the familiar pressure against his hole as the man began pushing his cock into him. Taking a long, slow breath, and pushing back gently, Daniel then felt himself relax more, and his sphincter began to relax and dilate, allowing entry to his insides to the invading cock, his tunnel blissfully still tight, and being unlubed, still hugging the man's cock as it began sliding inside him, Daniel feeling every inch, making his toes curl and a tingling sensation like that of goosebumps all over, then the air was knocked out of him when the man started thrusting as hard as he could. Daniel moaned, his mind in a lustful haze and asked for the poppers, when he regained his breath. After a few deep breaths, Daniel could feel his hole relax even more, and as the man began thrusting hard, his cock was becoming nicely coated in a viscous layer of Daniel's ass mucous and the guy's precum, making it slick. Sometimes, the best lubes are all natural. A few minutes passing of this rather athletic fucking and the man began breathing heavier, and thrusting faster and even harder than before "Fuck, I'm getting close.... Gonna breed your slutty cumdump hole...." he panted. "Mmmm yeah, Daddy.... please cum in me....give me your load...." Daniel replied, in between gasps and moans of pleasure. The man then roared and bucked his hips into Daniel, nearly making the lad lose his balance, while the guy clenched onto his hips with his big, meaty hands, digging his fingers in like claws, and shook as his orgasm rocked them both, jets of fresh and warm cum pulsed out of the man's rock hard cock, coating the lad's colon with seed. Catching his breath, the man stood up, and got dressed again, spanking Daniel on the butt and saying "Thanks, mate." He then opened the door, and walked out, and left the door open, which revealed the nude lad to the rest of the place, and before he could reach the door, another, older gentleman walked in, smiling. "Heard you from the other booth. Mind if I come in?" He said. Daniel figured, why not, and he said "Ok, no problemo." After all, he could do with some more cock and cum. This other man was quite a bit older, possibly early 60s was Daniel's guess, but he wasn't unattractive, if anything, quite handsome. He approached Daniel, and placing his hands on his head, pulled him in for a passionate kiss, then they sank into one another, pressing their bodies together, still locking lips and wrestling their tongues together, Daniel moaning gently as the man began playing with his nipples, pinching and twisting them, and Daniel began unbuttoning the man's shirt, and then unfastening his belt. "Pretty little slut, ain't ya?" The man said. He stepped out of his pants, and pulled down his underwear, his now hard cock bouncing out as the fabric was pushed away, 7 inches and cut, a droplet of precum glistened on the tip of the glans. The man grabbed Daniel's hair, around the back of his head and roughly pulled him down to make eye level with his crotch, and demanded "Suck it!" Daniel loved it, though, and cupping the man's scrotum with a free hand, and bracing himself on his knee with the other, he opened his mouth and took the engorged cock before him in his mouth, savoring the taste and sucking in earnest. He began to deep throat this man's penis and he felt the pressure on the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair tightly, and the man got really rough, bucking his hips and giving Daniel a really brutal face fuck. All the young lad could do was keep his jaw open and breathe when he could, in between thrusts, as drool was coating the tool now ramming his throat like a piston, and globs of thick, mucousy saliva was flowing freely. "Guurrrrglll gurrrlll gugggll grrrrlllglll".... "Mmmm... fuck yeah.... making your face my pussy hole.... like that dontcha, bitch?" The man slapped Daniel's ass... "Gurrrll gurrggle.... mmm hmmm" "Good boy. Keep sucking that cock. It's what faggot boys like you were born for." The man then licked his middle finger, and began probing Daniel's distended pucker, rubbing against the lad's inner walls, drawing out more moans of pleasure from Daniel. Some cum and ass juices coated the man's finger when he withdrew it from his ass, and he stuck it in Daniel's mouth, telling him to clean it. He then sat on the toilet bowl, leaning back slightly, and said "Here, boy, come sit on my cock...." Daniel didn't hesitate at all, and facing away from the guy, lowered his butt on to the prong sticking out from the man's lap, feeling it push through his tender hole, sighing "Aaaaahhhh..." He rode that man's cock in a total state of blissful sluttiness, bouncing up and down, milking a load out of yet another random stranger's cock. It didn't take long for the guy who's cock he was impaled on started spanking up his ass, mixing with the cum and ass juices already making him sloppy as a well used up whore. When Daniel unmounted, the man bent him over and pulled his hips back to meet his face, felching the gooey mess from the freshly fucked hole, grunting and growling while he did it. Daniel could feel some amazing sensations on his ass as the man slurped and sucked, determined to retrieve what seemed like every drop of cum that was up there. "Stand up, turn around and kiss me...." The man commended, and Daniel did exactly as he was told. After a few minutes of passionate snogging, and sharing the tastes of cum and ass, they broke the kiss they were sharing, and Daniel was the first one to begin putting his clothes back on. He was feeling pretty tired, still horny, but felt like heading home. He wanked himself to orgasm after he had got home and had a shower, eating his cum after he shot it all over his belly.

In the summer of 2010 I flew to Spain for a week in the sun. After a couple of days of debauchery in Barcelona, my boyfriend and I took a train to the seaside town of Sitges, which several of my friends had recommended to us. So I found myself on a train filled with many hot, sexy men. I'm 35, 5' 11", with short, buzzed, brown hair, a youthful face some facial hair that I've allowed to grow into a closely trimmed goatee. I have blue eyes and a solid build. I'm not particularly hairy, but my chest and stomach are covered with fur, which I keep it trimmed and neat, not shaved. My cock is cut, above average in size, and seems to be always hard. I would describe myself mostly as a vers bottom. I only bareback with my boyfriend, but will sometimes blow other guys outside of our relationship and even then I insist the guys wear a condom. My boyfriend of three years and I had the talk; the talk that gave each of us approval to play outside the relationship without any guilt. We also talked about how if we fucked or got fucked by anyone, we would always wear a condom. The afternoon we arrived at Sitges, I stopped at a sex shop and picked up some single-use lubes, a couple of condoms, and a bottle of poppers. That evening, around 12:00 AM, my boyfriend and I went to XXL. While it wasn't all that busy, the music was amazing, so we danced for a while and the place gradually filled up. There were muscle bears, bears, otters, twinks, the 'guy next door' type, in short, there were men of all shapes, ages, and sizes. After about an hour on the dance floor, my boyfriend disappeared, seemingly for ages. I figured he must be upstairs in the dark room. I've been to the odd dark room in my time, but mostly it's always been a lot of groping and a few blow jobs that haven't turned into anyone cumming, at least in me. Anyhow, I decided to see if I could find him, so off to the dark room I went. The narrow dark room was pitch black, and, as it turned-out, so packed with men that I found it difficult to navigate. While I could see some shadows, that was about it, so hands proved to be the only way of exploring. Not surprisingly most of the guys were wearing t-shirts, and I took the time to explore some well-developed, hairy chests. I also encountered several cocks, so while most of the guys seemed to be fully clothed, a fair number of the guys were nearly naked. One of the nice experiences was that I could pretty much feel anywhere and no-one pushed my hand away, whether I was exploring some guy's chest, his neck, the small of his back, or slide my hand into the waistband of a guy's pants. Many a guy would even wiggle a little so I could reach further in his underwear and feel his ass and crack. I was feeling a little drunk and guys were grabbing my ass. I walked along and this one particular guy grabbed the back of my belt and pulled me backwards towards himself. I let him pull me to him until I was standing directly in front of him, my ass pushed up against his crotch. His hands started roaming my chest, under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples and rubbing my entire front and cock through my jeans. I was hard and he could feel it. He began to lick my neck, and almost involuntarily I reached behind my ass, the palms of my hands rubbing the front of his shorts. To my pleasure I found the top button of his shorts was already undone and the zipper was half down. He massaged my shoulders a little and whispered something Spanish in my ear. He was rock hard. I was able to lower the zipper a little lower and I reached into the front of his shorts. This seemed to be a invitation for him to reach down, unfasten my belt and fly and lower my jeans. I leaned forward away from him a little and he slowly pulled my jeans down and then my underwear, only pausing for a moment to grab my hard cock that sprang forward when he yanked down my pants. Other guys were still passing in front of me in this dark room that was more of corridor than a room, but other than the odd grab-and-rub of my cock, all the action was coming from the guy behind me. And let me say, he knew exactly what he was doing. I reached inside his underwear and felt a large, fat, uncut, dripping cock. Fuck, was he horny. I moved my hands so that my palms were facing and rubbing his furry belly. With one hand firmly and slowly jerking my cock, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, and they fell to his feet, so I kept exploring his body. With his free hand he began rubbing the crack of my ass, his firm fingers going right for my hole. They were rough and he was intent on trying to push a finger inside me. My pants were only partially lowered, certainly not quite at my feet, but I still had to lean forward to grab the small tube of silicone lube I had in my pocket. Retrieving it, I handed it to him. He flipped open the bottle and I thought he was going to rub some on his finger to lube my ass, but instead, he pushed me forward a little and he began lubing his cock. Obviously he thought I was giving him the green light to fuck me, but I wasn't. I didn't want him to fuck me without a condom. Not here, and not with a guy I didn't know or couldn't even see, but I was a little drunk and it was all happening pretty quickly and before I realized it, he was pulling me back towards him and his cock was lodged between my cheeks. His cock was really solid and his hands on my waist were strong and pulling me back on his cock, the head of his cock was pushing right for my hole now and I knew he was going to push it in. Raw. I thought for a second he was going to miss my hole but he didn't. I didn't want him to miss so I leaned just a little forward and then I felt him enter me. Slowly and firmly, my ass was stretching as he kept a firm hold on my hips. It felt fucking amazing. My mind was racing. I thought I either pull away now completely, or enjoy our session. I decided on the latter. I reached into my other pocket and fished out my poppers, but found I had to lean forward to reach down enough into my pockets because my jeans were now halfway down my legs. When I made this move, he pushed right in. All the way in. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. His cock was inside me and he was holding me there, still for a couple of seconds, but not for long. His hands were on my waist and his cock was completely inside my ass. I opened the poppers and took a hit - a deep hit. He took the bottle from me, and I heard him take four deep hits, then he handed the bottle back to me, so I took another hit. Although I was now flying,and everything was a little out of focus, I could still feel the thump of the music and I could feel bodies pushing past us in the dark room. I was sweating and flying. He held onto my waist and pulled me on and off his cock, steadily, not fast, but with the serious intention to fuck me deeply. He straighten me upright with a few gestures, and then he began licking and sucking my neck, whispering in my ear, licking my ear. I tried to turn my neck and head so he cold kiss my lips. He took the hint and we kissed a little. I could feel stubble on his face. He was sweating, breathing heavily, and his tongue pushed into the corner of my mouth. As the position was very difficult on both of us, we stopped kissing and he placed his hands on my hips. I took the hint and began to rock forward and backward, slowly. I wanted him to enjoy my ass, so in my mind I was imagining that I was jerking him off with my ass, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles so he would not be able to stop fucking me before pulling out. He started a regular steady rhythm of fucking. I opened the bottle of poppers and took another hit, and he followed suit, taking several strong hits. The entire time I moved forward and backward on his cock. He was fucking me more deeply and I was completely enjoying the sensation of his cock inside my ass. As his fucking intensified, my mind was flying. All I could think about was what we looked like. What he looked like and what is cock looked liked pounding in and out of my ass. His fucking was taking on an animal like quality. I could hear him grunting. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jerk. He was pounding my ass so fiercely I thought I might bounce right off of it but he kept amazing control. I could hear the music of the club and I was loving every minute of the experience: the beat the music and the hot raw cock in my ass. I reached between my legs and I could feel his cock fucking my ass. I felt it with my fingers as it was pounding in and out of my ass. This must have driven him a little crazy because his fucking began to get harder and I could hear him grunting and his body started to spasm a little. He was cumming in me. I could feel him cumming inside me. He slowed down a little and then his cock popped out. Cum immediately ran down my leg. He turned me around and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately. For the first time our cocks rubbed together. His was gradually going soft, even if it was sticky with his cum, but my cock was hard and pressed up against his. His hands grabbed my ass and he pulled me very tightly towards him. That was enough for me, and I came, shooting between our bodies and stomachs. He knelt down and licked my cum, taking my cock inside his mouth for a couple of seconds, sucking out the last couple of drops of cum from out of my cock. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and said 'ciao' and disappeared. He was done, I was done, so I pulled up my pants and went off in the opposite direction, wondering if my boyfriend was also getting into some trouble. Anyone have any stories from some fun they've had in Sitges?

******************************** Prologue I love corrupting young, college age kids. Gives me a feeling of power. And watching them slide into filth and depravity? Biggest turn on. Seeing these fresh faced boys go from innocent newbies into total whores and sexpigs, it's a rush, to say the least. I am Lucifer, in human form. I'm your friendly neighborhood crack dealer. I'm not kidding about being friendly, either. I'll kill ya with kindness. That's part of how I get you on my side. Narcs? I can smell 'em a mile away. I'm a smart, respectable member of society by day, but in my own time, I'm the guy they all warned you about. If I'm on the prowl for a new bottom bitch, watch out, I'm coming to get ya. I can smell you a mile away, too. Some of the older crowd are wise to my game, but they won't squeal, they know better.... I show my whores a good time anyway. All the cock they could ever ask for. And then some. Wanna party with me? I bet you do. Faggots. You serve cock. You'll eat my ass, too. I'll breed you whenever and wherever I fuckin want. It's your lot in life to be used by men. To be a whore, a faggot, a slut, a hole. Know your place, and I'll make sure you are treated right. Step outta line, and that'll be a different story. ****************************** Corrupting the Mormon boy He came into my life like an insect that had wandered innocently into a waiting spider's web. Knocking on my front door, all good intentions and a head full of naivety and religious dogma. Perfect victim. I had been sipping a cup of coffee and contemplating about how to spend my Saturday when he knocked on my door. I was still wearing nothing but a bathrobe, so I looked through the peephole first. My cock throbbed a little when I first saw him. This cute, young man, with a lean frame and buzz cut hair was going to get more than an opportunity to talk about his religion by coming here. I opened the door and asked him to come in a sit down, and I led him to the couches in my lounge. "Can I get you something to drink?" I asked the lad. "Coffee? Coca-Cola?" I enquired. "Coke would be nice" He replied. Naive boy. Yum yum. I'm going to enjoy twisting this little fucker into a fucked up whore, I thought to myself, as I went to the kitchen and prepared a glass of coke with a small hit of G. I returned, and passed him the glass, sitting down next to him on the couch. "I know what you came here for, young man, but you're wasting your time. I'm not interested in joining a religion." I said, matter of factly. He took a gulp of the drink. "I don't have a problem with it or anything, but.... it's just not for me. There's other things that make me feel... spiritual." As I was talking to the lad, while he gulped down his glass of spiked soda, I did my best to maintain eye contact, but then, as I spread my legs, to stretch open my bathrobe a little, and I saw his gaze move down to my crotch, he swallowed, and I saw a window of opportunity. I opened my bathrobe, exposing my naked body, and revealing my semi hard cock to the boy. He swallowed hard again, and I could tell he was in heat, seeing me like that. "Ever touched another man's penis? Go on. You can touch it, if you want." I said, in an encouraging manner. He kind of stalled, after putting down the glass, so I grabbed his hand, and placed it on my junk. "Here. Don't be shy.... no one has to know. Just play with my cock for a while." He started stroking me, and as he was doing this, I started stroking his chest, opening the top few buttons of his shirt and playing with his nipples. It didn't take long, until he was leaning over, lowering his head towards my crotch, getting ready to suck my throbbing cock. He wrapped his lips around the glans of my penis, and I pushed his head down the shaft, gently, and basked in the warmth of his silky fleshy mouth. I had some gear and a pipe on the coffee table, ready to go, and I also had some tabs of good acid. While I had the lad somewhat impaled on my meat, I figured it was time to show this kid how I was going to make it a "spiritual experience". I took a couple of puffs from my pipe as he was sucking me, and curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to know what it was. I could only answer, "Let me show you", and I dragged in a big cloud of T from the pipe and passed it to him in a kiss, shotgunning it into his mouth. It was pretty easy from that point to get him sucking on the end of the pipe after that. I picked up my remote and switched on the TV screen. Then I put on some homemade porn I had on a hard drive I had plugged in the TV, as I was reviewing it last night. It was a video of me fucking another young slut, bareback of course, and breeding his hole. I took the pipe from him and put it on the coffee table, then locked lips with the little slut, who surely by now was slowly learning about what a slut he really was. After breaking the kiss, I said "Open wide, it's time for your communion." I watched him open his mouth, and administered a tab of acid on his tongue, and told him to keep it there as long as he could. I was going to get this kid so high he wouldn't remember where he was..... After waiting for a few minutes, I pulled him into me for another kiss, and I could tell he was getting hornier, he started playing with his own nipples and rubbing his cock through his pants while we tongue wrestled. He was mine now....

I’m sure he could tell I was nervous. Because I was. It took me fifteen minutes to work up the courage to walk inside, let alone the weeks of promising him I’d show up, now here I was. Walking up to the local bathhouse, the unassuming location on an unassuming side street. At the top of some steps was a set of doors and a small tellers window, the thin wiry man behind it was tall and friendly. He could see I was nervous. “First time?” He asked giving me a grin. Some of his teeth missing in his smile. “is it that obvious?” I asked trying to hide my shame. ”No worries, just have fun okay?” He said handing me a key and towel. “Mostly older regulars tonight, so hope that’s your thing. I nodded and smiled as he buzzed me in, grabbing my key and towel I walked inside. I was surprised at the relative cleanliness and fashionable sitting area. There were weights a steam room and spa. Something that said video room around the corner. “Something wrong?” He asked me from another little window. “No sorry just a bit surprised, it’s not really what I expected.....” “Yeah most say that. First floor is all pretty tame to be honest. You’re not supposed to really have any touching going on, but it’s a big space and only one of me, so I don’t really enforce that. Just know your limits and be sure to be okay with what you want. Here you go.” He handed me a small brown bottle. “On the house, if you’re nervous, take a sniff, I’m sure a lot of the guys will show you how. Rooms are upstairs, have fun.” ”Thanks.” I said looking at the small bottle, it said jungle juice on the side. Looking up the stairs I saw that the lights seemed to dim. As I walked up I started to smell something. It was strong and musky, there were sounds I was familiar with but had never heard myself. The familiar slap of skin against skin. Grunting, mewling and moaning. This is what I expected. and as I stood at the edge of the stairs I could finally see what I truly though it should be. Long hallways stretched out with doors lining them. Numbers were on the doors for people to see, but otherwise it was a long stretch of hallway and doors. I went and looked for mine, number 17 on the keychain. I found the room and quickly walked in. There was a bed and a small table. That was it. Wasting no time I changed out of my clothes and tied the towel around my waist. There was club music playing softly. A stable beat punctuated by the sounds of flesh slapping in the background. My breathing started to get heavy. I found a room off the back corner. The lights were dim. A couple of gloryholes to the aide and two tiers of benches. There was an older man sitting in the corner. Striking a huge heavy tool. His legs splayed open and wide. In my nervousness I sat as far away as I could. Slowly closing into myself. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He was so much older. Clearly old enough to be my father or maybe even grandfather. A white well trimmed goatee around his mouth. His body was old but not withered. He was good looking for an old guy. However, his heavy tool was really what I couldn’t stop looking at. Heavy, and hard, a full engorged sack supporting it below. I licked my lips thinking to myself I want that. He shifted on the top bench and slowly closed the gap between us. His foot gently tapped my arm. It was then I realized it’s now or never. I responded by moving my arm to touch his leg. He responded in kind, opening his legs wider, giving me full acccess to what we both know I wanted. I got into position, knees on the floor, hands on the bench and I went in. Running my tongue up along his being shaft I looked up at him. He wasn’t even looking at me. He pulled out a brown bottle like the attendant had given me and proceeded to sniff in both nostrils. reaching for my own I copied his movements after two sniffs I was about to cap it when I heard him say. “More.” I looked up and gave myself two more sniffs. “More boy.....” he said again, his deep gravely voice sent chills down my spine. I capped the bottle and then I felt it. Heat, a fire inside me, also emptiness. I was so empty I looked right at his heavy old man dick and I immediately took it into my mouth. I moaned my happiness as I nursed on his thick cock. Feeling the heat of it, feeling the fullness in my mouth. This is what I had wanted. And now I was getting it. I could hear his groaning as I worked his meat. His musk invaded my senses and I went into heat. I slurped. I sucker I did everything I could to make him feel goood. “You like to fuck?” He whispered quietly. I nodded with his cock still in my mouth unsure if I wanted to stop. with and audible pop I pulled myself off his thick 7 inch tool. Admiring its veiny shaft and glistening head. I knew right then I wanted it inside me. “I’ve got a room, room 17” I said looking up at him desperately as my hand slowly stroked his powerful member. I wanted this old man to fuck me and I wanted him to do it now. “it’s slow today, we don’t need a room,” he said as he got me into position. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was first time at a bathhouse and I was about to let some man who was probably double my age, if not triple, fuck me for all to see. “Give me four big hits on both nostrils,” he said while opening up a pack of lube. I felt a bony finger began to prod me as I took my first couple of hits. I felt myself relax and allowed the intrusion. As I continued to hit I felt myself get more relaxed. I realized how comfortable I felt in that moment. In a dark room about to let some stranger fuck me. In my delirium I never heard a condom wrapper, I just assumed he did. I was nearing my last few hits when he said. “Two final big hits.......really draw them out.” I did as he ordered. As the euphoria began to hit me I felt that emptiness again. This time in my hole worst of all. “Ready boy?” He asked, but by the tone in his voice I didn’t have a choice. I put my head down and braces myself. I focused on my emptiness and heat. I felt the head against my hole, and then came the pressure. It started to burn and ache as my hole started to submit. I realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom. I wanted to tell him to stop. This wasn’t safe this wasn’t supposed to happen. Yet it was. I was getting rutted like an animal by this old man. Where was the emptiness. Now all I felt was pain and burning. Gritting my teeth I waited for the good feeling. However, he had other ideas as he finally pushed forward and forced me to take it all. I let out a loud yell as I felt my hole finally submit. “Take four more hits boy.” Hands shaking I unscrewed they cap and follows his orders. After the first few hits the pain started to slow. “That’s it, let that boyhole open up for daddy.” He grunted as he started to saw slowly inside me. After the third hit I started to feel that need again. I realized that I wasn’t empty anymore. I was complete. I had what I needed and it felt amazing. “So good......feels so good.....” I moaned in between his thrusts. As he pushed in I started to tense my hole, trying to pull him in deeper. “Oh that’s it, use your boyhole, embrace what you are. Daddy’s cumdump. Such a good boy” he said while picking up the pace. He took his right leg and raised it up on the bench. Giving himself more leverage. I felt him reaching new places inside my hole. And all I could do was moan my delight. Suddenly I felt a disturbance in the bench and to my left there was a new individual. Tall and lanky completely nude. He had a soft face that looked like someone’s father. Yet now he sat next to me watching with an evil glint as this old man pounded my boyhole. “I’m getting close boy, you want me to breed you?” He asked although I knew he was going to. I knew I was going to let him. And I was hoping this guy next to me with his thick nine once cock that he stroked was going to be next. “course he does,” the guy next to me said. “Give him what he needs and I’ll go right after.” I was so excited to hear this. Talking the bottle in hand I took two long sniffs and felt myself soaring. “that’s it boy, beg daddy for this load.” His thrusts started to get quicker. He was jabbing into me, hitting this spot inside my boyhole. “Please daddy, please give this load, please give me it. I want it inside me so bad.” “Ask him to breed you slut.” The guy next to me said. “Please daddy, breed me!!!!!!” I begged. That’s when I felt it, his cock grew thicker, and started to pulse inside me, I was being bred, like some cheap whore or barnyard animal. And I loved it. “Fuck yeah boy, take that load, take daddy’s load.” He fell on top of me and I could feel him, his sweaty body sticking to me. “Hope you liked that poz load boy, come find me if you want more.” I froze, did he just say poz???? I wanted to run away. I wanted to hide. As he pulled out of me with an audible pop. He slapped my ass and looked to the guy next to me. “Next?” He asked as he shuffled off. And the guy wasted no time moving behind me. I should have gotten up at that moment....but I didn’t. I unscrewed the cap and took four deep hits. “I’m ready daddy.” And I was, but I didn’t realize for how much.

This is fiction! I have been on PreP now for the past 3 years and decided it was time to give my body a break. I am your average 45 y/o guy on all accounts and had no luck in the love department. So I decided to embrace my piggy side a year ago and got a tattoo of a pig on one arse cheek and the word pig with the tail of the "g" turning in to an arrow pointing to my arse hole. Since love is not in the cards, why not just be the pig bottom I am right? I have a thing for Mediterranean (ME) guys and was shocked when a 40 y/o ME guy on BBRTS oinked me. I checked out his profile and he had the perfect hairy check, chiseled jaw with trimmed beard and a toned body to boot. He was sporting a 7 inch cock with a nice bulbous head. He was a smoker which I love. I love kissing smokers and the taste of them and the smell of cigarette smoke on a man when making out. It is so manly! And his status said "ask me". I was intrigued, but blown away by his looks and quickly forgot about the status. We chatted for a while and I was blown away when he asked if I wanted to exchange phone numbers. We did and actually chatted for some time. He was so hot to talk too. Deep confident voice yet somewhat kind all at the same time. He shocked me and asked if I'd be interested in a dinner "date". I had only recently moved to the city and had a one bedroom apartment on the 5th floor of a complex with a balcony. So I suggested he come over to my place for dinner on a Friday night. The date was set. Come Friday night I was all excited and ready. I cleaned out and wore my jocks and tight jeans and t-shirt. He turned up and I buzzed him up to my floor. A knock at the door and I was so nervous. I opened the door and my heart skipped a beat too many. There he stood. Slightly taller than me. Toned and wearing tight jeans and a white t-short and to my surprise and delight, a backpack. He seemed prepared. I smiled and said hi and he smiled and walked straight in. As I closed the door behind him I heard him drop his backpack and felt him grab me from behind and turn me around and kiss me like he meant it. Immediately I could taste the cigarette smoke (he obviously had just had one) and I could smell it on his body. He pushed me to the wall just inside the door and grinded his crotch against mine as he kissed me like no one had ever kissed me before. He stopped for a break and looked me in the eyes and smiled and simply said "yeah". After a minute or two kissing without moving an inch further into the apartment he breaks the kiss and motions down to a bulge in his crotch that looks like it is about to rip the zipper apart from the pressure along. At the tip of the bulge there was a wet spot. Fuck he precums a lot. I drop down and start licking the bulge and wet part and get a slight taste of salty precum through the jeans. I undo his jeans and zip and he is commando and his cock bounces out. It is rock hard and dripping precum. I suck him and taste his precum seed and it tastes amazing! Before too long he grabs me by the shoulders and lifts me up and looks me in the eyes and says "you want this don't you?". He stays full clothed with only his cock pulled out of the front of his jeans. I am melting at the look in his beautiful eyes and he kisses me again. The smell and taste of cigarette smoke is intoxicating. He turns me around and kisses the back of my neck and starts to undo my jeans from behind. He then bites my neck and I know I will have hickies to hide next week. he pulls the back of my jeans down just below my arse, but otherwise leaves them on. He steps back slightly to look at my arse and can see the tattoos. "Don't you think it is time to feed the pigs?" Before I can answer, He shoves his cock in me raw with one push and holds it there to give my arse time to stretch and accept him. Before long he is pounding me against the wall. He gets verbal and tells me it's time the pigs got a good meal and that I should get used to this and that this is just the start. He starts saying he has a 7 day load he has been saving for me "just for me to be sure" and the words wash over me. We are still just inside the front door. He picks up the pace and starts saying "this is it" and "it's time". All of a sudden he shoves in deep and says "you want this right?" and without a chance to even respond I can feel him flooding my insides with the biggest load I have ever taken. He really had been saving it. As he is pumping the last drops in me I am in a haze and saying "yes I want it, I want it, I want it". Still rock hard and plugging my hole he begins kissing my neck and leans in and whispers in my ear, "I probably should have said earlier, but I am poz. As in high VL poz and not on meds". I instantly have a moment of panic, before a feeling of resolve sets it. I think to myself "If I am going to convert would it be so bad if this hot guy is the father?" Standing there, his cock slowly going soft but still inside me I reach back and grab the back of his head as he is kissing my neck again. "Do you want to get me pregnant? Is that what you want". He replies, "Yeah, I was gunna tell you first, but I got carried away and couldn't help myself". I ask him "so what are your plans for the weekend?" and he responds "not much". His cock slips out and we both pull our jeans back up. I turn around and he kisses me much more passionately now. "I need a smoke after that". So we walk out to the balcony and he lights up a smoke. Between puffs we kiss and I give in to this middle eastern god. "Stay the weekend and spend it getting me pregnant". He kisses me hard and grabs my arse which is a little wet due to some cum dripping out. "Done deal". To be continued.

"The economy" is not the same thing as the stock market. Barely half of Americans have any stock holdings at all, and for the vast majority, it's a small amount held as part of an IRA or 401(k). 84% of the stock market's value is held by the top 10% of Americans (by wealth). Focusing on the stock market only means that the richest of the rich keep getting richer. And remember: when gifted with over a trillion dollars in tax cuts, what did all the big companies do? Buy back their stock, which drives up the price per share, and makes those who hold it even richer. So Donald Trump's government gave away more than a trillion dollars to make the richest of the rich even more rich. What matters most to the vast majority of people are (a) salary/wage income - which was stagnant in real terms for decades - and (b) home equity, because a home is the single most valuable asset most families have, IF they have one. Unfortunately, thanks to the LAST recession brought on by Republican policies of under-regulation, the housing bubble that burst in 2008-09 has yet to recover completely in many places, and many people stand no chance whatsoever of ever being able to buy a house. One thing that IS "the economy" is the jobs market. All the Trumpanzees want to stop the jobs clock as of February 2020, as though the last six months never happened. But they did - and even though we're recovering some of the 21 MILLION jobs lost in March and April of 2020, we're nowhere near the employment level that Donald Trump inherited in January 2017 after seven years of growth under Obama. In fact, even if we keep recovering jobs at the current pace - and that's assuming another wave of the Trump Virus doesn't sweep the country and force another round of shutdowns - Trump will be the first president in history to show a net jobs LOSS for his entire presidency.

I spent all morning yesterday recycling my own piss over ice. It was fantastic and the taste got stronger as the day progressed. If you haven't spent a day drinking your own piss you should.

YEAH! one time when I was high as a kite. My top (and slammer) was treating me nastier by the minute. It was kinda hot. His fuckmotions wheregetting harder, he was calling me names and told me he wanted to piss in my tight ass. Before I could answer, I felt his chempiss coming. A steady stream filled me for a full minute. Then he continued fucking me. After he was done his bf mounted me as well and added to it.

So you're considering to become a Sugar Daddy? That could attract guys who have more eyes for your bank account than for you?

Update on my "newly" poz ex. His conversion wasn't as recent as I thought. He converted a few months after we broke up in 2016, so while I was getting to know my late husband, the ex was taking a raw poz load. What is disconcerting is that after my man died, I went back to the ex. He never said one word about his health, and resumed breeding me. You know what that means? I was taking his medicated poz loads in 2018 and never knew it! He just assumed that I knew. He was kinda horrified when I told him I am a bugchaser. But he says he feels no different from before - no extra desire to breed or spread or anything like the rest of us get. Even his conversion was super mild, no flu at all. It's so weird. I got a load from him this morning. Didn't feel any different than any other I've earned.

*****The following is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.***** Enjoy, I sincerely hope you cum while reading this. Eat your cum. Smear it all over you. Take a picture of your load and share it in the comments. Be my guest. If I made you cum, I'd be honored. ❤ And now, gentlemen, without further ado... Let the "show" begin...... The most true statement any sexually active gay male can make in regard to their sexual health status, if they're not already testing positive, that they're not necessarily negative, but rather unknown. Especially true, if in your sexual repertoire you often practice bareback sex with multiple partners. There's good reason why, considering that HIV has a window period, where you can be infected, but still pass a blood test. Took me a little while to learn, but I eventually started to accept that as the norm, especially as I have been ditching condoms more and more as the years carry on. And I was such a sweet and innocent boy, once upon a time..... Let me tell you a little bit about myself. The name's Daniel. I'm a swimmer, and I was on my high school swim team. Most guys would probably consider me to be an otter, as I'm pretty lean, a tad athletic, and since puberty struck, I've grown a nice manly mane of chest hair. It's one of my favourite features, and I think it makes me look sexy. I'm 26, Capricorn, and I am a Ginger. I have Hazel eyes, and a face full of freckles, that track down my neck and spread over my shoulders. Going by the compliments I've been given, apparently what you've heard about us Gingers/Redheads is true. Fuck modesty eh, haha. I'm a passionate guy in bed and I love cock. And cum. I'd bathe in a man's piss, cum, spit and sweat if I could. All the scents drive me wild. Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard. Heh. When I left high school, I started cruising public toilets. There were a lot of chance encounters over the years that followed. Mostly making out with guys in the cubicles, often the big ones that were designed for use by disabled people in wheelchairs. Fortunately, I don't think these shenanigans disadvantaged anyone who was wheelchair bound and needed the facilities, at least not while I was there. Anyway, it became an addictive behaviour, really. The rush of possibly being caught, the scents of stale piss, the "dirt" factor of being sexual in a toilet, getting naked in the cubicle with other guys and being a slut, letting one guy after another in, and sucking their cocks and kissing them, caressing their bodies and drinking their cum. I always wanted more. And the more encounters I had, the more piggy I got, until I was fucking guys who were total strangers bareback and cumming up their asses, and bending over for other guys to rim, finger and fuck me. I loved the feeling of a guy's tongue hornily worshipping my ass. The warmth, the silky fleshy massaging effect. The moisture of his saliva on my sensitive hole. Sheer bliss. This is what I was born for. The faggot I was destined to be came alive when another man drove between my legs and made love to my tight little pucker with his sweet wet mouth. It felt dirty and piggy, I felt like a slutty whore, and I fucking loved it. All of it. I also tried a couple of online dating sites, as High School hadn't really taught me much about how to find other gay guys or how to be a part of the "scene" as it was. Part of me wanted a romantic life, not just sex, so I gave it a whirl, but I still enjoyed the fun I was having cruising while I was doing it. It satisfied my urges, so I was relatively happy with that. That's how I met Sam..... (to be continued)

I know, I know. Gender identity stuff is hard sometimes, but you know, gotta be respectful. I could really use a threesome.

You dont need to warn me 😛

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I've had the opportunity to use multiple apps/sites all across the country. I like to compare them to bath houses. On any given day, one will be busier than the others. One will have fewer flakes than the others. Generally speaking, I do the best with BBRT, A4A 2nd, and Doublelist 3rd. I won't use Grindr, and Scruff almost never gets me anything. One thing I've noticed though: No matter where I am, or what site I'm on, more guys want to hookup during the daytime instead of in the evenings. This leads me to believe that 90% of the guys on these sites are married/partnered and can't get away once their spouses get off work. If I'm hosting in a hotel between 8am and 3pm, I'll be overwhelmed with messages. But once 4pm hits...crickets.

That’s awesome. I was getting fucked at my house by a guy a couple months back who was like “Oh hey, you got a new plant“ and I was looking at him with no clue but I played along and found out he’d been over and fucked me twice before. It was such a turn on that this was the third time I’d gotten naked and spread my legs for him without recognizing him from the blur of strangers I let pump raw loads in my ass. And I’ve done one and two. Two is all the time. I don’t follow up with any of them unless they make a move first. It’s just disrespectful. I just assume I was a convenient, disposable hole for them until proven otherwise.

I always want my conversion when it happens to be the nastiest sex I have ever had. I want a really nasty looking, 60plus, ugly as fuck guy, with an obvious diseased body, complete with bio hazard and scorpion tattoos, to make me his bitch and to take his time in fucking me bareback with his magnificent toxic cock. He can piss all over me first, make me lay stomach down in a pool of his piss, as he rubs his poz cock over my brown hole. Then tell me all the time he is fucking me, that he is going to infect me with his diseased body, that he wants to make me poz with his toxic cum, that he is going to shoot his death babies into me and any other nasty thing he wants to say as he fucks me bareback until he shoots his deadly cum deep inside my unprotected body.

Yeah.... woof... fucking..... "I want that AIDS cock recharge me....!!!" one load in my (whore)POZhole... and one big massive load in my open mouth... I swallow all of it... Wish we became friends ... then my AIDS lover may pass me on to POZ & AIDS pigs .... love it, to swallow AIDS & POZ cum... can´t get enough....

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This thread is hot in some ways but very much tinged with sadness. I hope everyone who needs help gets help they because it wasnt your fault.

I hear you, orionboy1. I've learned the same lesson from my own history.

Part 2: Becoming pregnant fuck meat I walked out into the hall and back up to the hotel bar. I look around. My friends had gone. The bar almost empty, just the barman cleaning up. He looked at me and smirked "I think your friends let honey" he said in a very camp voice and looked me up and down like he was undressing me. Behind me my skinhead appeared. He put his arms around me "c'mon up to my room and I'll call you a cab, you look wasted". I didnt resist, eveything was spinning. Before I knew it I was in his room, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. He stood in front of me. "Well, whilst we wait for a cab you may as well finish sucking my cock". He pulled down his jeans and his hardening cock sprang out. I was immediately transfixed and began sucking on it like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I was deep throating it like a pro, like I'd seen in the porn movies. I licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth. I was in heaven. He pulled my T-Shirt off, and pushed me back onto the bed. Then he pulled off my boots and jeans. Within seconds I was naked on my back. I have to go I said, I'm wasted... "Relax" he told me "I have you a little something to help you get into it, being your first time I thought you needed some help" "What do you mean, you gave me something..." I slurred "Just a little something I pushed up your cunt with my tongue" I started sucking my cock. I started moaning. I was in heaven. He replaced his mouth with his hand and moved to licking my arse. I was in heaven, moaning like a total slut. He began fingering me and working my cock at the same time, I'd never felt anything like it. Then he stopped and moved up my body, my legs pinned over his shoulders. He kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. "are you ready, you are going to get fucked tonight, you know that dont you?" "Yes, sir, but please not without a condom..." "It's OK' he said "Dont worry, you are going to get barebacked at some point, it may as well be tonight, You want to lose your virginity properly dont you?" God yes, I moaned and uttered the words every bottom knows so well "Please fuck me, fuck me hard, cum in me, I want you to cum inside me" He pushed his cock into me. I dont even remember it hurting. All I remember is the fucking - him fucking me hard and me taking it like I was born to be bitch. On my back with a man inside me. I was groaning and taking on the role of a slut in ways I didnt think I was possible of - begging him to fuck me harder, to use my cunt. Hurt me, rape me, everything I could think of. My entire world was now about his amazing dick in my arse and for the first time I felt complete, loved and wanted. "I'm getting close" he said "Maybe if you are lucky we'll get you pregnant first time" That sounded kinky, being a girl I thought, pretending I could pregnant. My femboy side had awakened and I loved the idea of being the girl with a cunt. "Yes, please, cum in me, make me pregnant. Give me your babies, I want you to be my daddy, cum in me daddy please cum in me" And then he did it - he pushed down hard and pumped his load into me. Thats all I remember from that night, I must have passed out. I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, naked...

I've always dreamed of being passed around to random strangers. I met a long-distance trucker over bbrt and had some time off due so we decided on a "load-trip." He picked me up on a Tuesday afternoon and went through the bag I packed. I had followed his instructions and only packed mesh workout shorts, a pair of snap-off warm-up pants like basketball players wear, a few t-shirts and all of my sex toys. After he checked the bag, he tied me to the bed and bred me twice. When he was done, I cleaned his cock and he fed me his loads from my pussy. He left for a while and returned with a small, metal chastity device and a bowl of ice. He soaked my cock and balls in the ice until I was completely soft and whimpering at which time he locked my tiny dick up. After that, we left in his truck. As soon as we were in the truck, he took my jeans and said I'd get them back at the end of the trip. He pushed a huge plug up my ass and I sat naked in his truck leaving home. We stopped at a truck stop that evening and he made me put on the warm-up pants without a shirt or shoes and sent me to another truck in the lot. The driver was a huge black man and as soon as I got in his truck he turned me around, yanked the back of my pants, causing all of the snaps to come undone and expose my plugged hole. He pulled the plug out without any warning and shoved it in my mouth. He shoved his massive cock in my hole and started fucking me hard and fast until he dumped his load in my hole. Again, I cleaned his dick and he told me to go to a different truck in the lot. When I went to snap my pants back up, he said don't bother and made me walk across the lot to another truck with the plug in my mouth and my ass hanging out, dripping cum. I ran to the other truck where the driver tied me up in the back. He fucked me and dumped a load in me too before sending me back to my master. I got used to the routine but after a few days and even got used to the cum stains in my shorts and the locked cock had me horny 24/7. My master said he had a special treat planned for the end of the week before I had to head home. We went to a friends house, where I was tied up over a sawhorse in a barn. I was gagged and had a hood placed over my head so I couldn't see or say anything. He whispered that the good news was I wouldn't have to clean the dicks after they fucked me but he'd "make up for it." He apparently invited every trucker and anonymous top he could find. I could hear people talking and laughing in the background but couldn't tell what anyone was saying. I felt someone rubbing my hole with a liquid which I at first thought was lube. However, I soon realized it was much worse and as the first cock shoved into me, he whispered that it was GOJO lava soap. By the time he was done, I was crying hard and had my first load. His cock was quickly replaced with another and another. I'm not sure how many loads I took that night. I blacked out a few times to be woken up by a cock shoving deep into my pussy. When they were done fucking me, I was untied and fell to the floor. The gag was removed and I was told to lick the cum I spilled off the floor. It felt like I drank gallons of cum. After I cleaned up my mess, I was told my work wasn't quite done yet. I was told to get on all fours, face-down ass-up on the floor in the middle of the room. When I did, I saw my master bring out an aluminum baseball bat. I knew I was in for it now. He worked the bat into my hole slowly and then fucked me with it. Everyone was laughing at my pain and when he pulled the bat out, guys lined up and took turns pissing in my gaping hole. When it was over, a massive plug was shoved in my ass and I was told I was saving snacks for later. After all this, I thought my day was over, but I had to serve everyone there beers and snacks while they hung out and joked about what a cumdump faggot I am. Eventually, someone grabbed a large dog food bowl and made me squat over it. As I was squatting, the plug fell out and all of the piss and cum flooded out of my hole into the dog bowl. I was made to eat and lick the bowl clean. We rode back toward my town after that night. It took three days and he continued to pimp me out the entire way. I served as a glory hole cumdump at a dirty bookstore off the interstate. When we got close to town, he said he didn't have a load in town so I would be catching a ride with a friend of his the rest of the way. He pumped his last load in me on the side of a back highway where I switched trucks. The new guy seemed nice at first. However, that night he forced his cock in me and fucked me like the piece of shit faggot he called me. When he was done, and we were back in town, he dropped me off on the other side of town and took the last cash I had, "for the lift" so I'd have to walk all the way home. I asked if he had my jeans or the key to my lock, which he made me call my "clit cage." He laughed and said I was stupid for forgetting when I switched trucks. I've been caged now for over a year. My truck-driving master comes to town every once in a while and almost all my vacations are spent over-the-road now and I wouldn't trade anything.

I learned by sucking my dad, later my married neighbor while his wife watched, and then my brother. It started when I was 14. My dad would get drunk, pass out on the couch wearing only a terry cloth shower kilt. I would sit on the floor staring at his cock and balls while he snored. Occassionally I would see his cock twitch, harden, and even drip precum. I would get brave and start touching, tickling and stroking his cock while he was passed out. I eventually got braver and braver as he never woke up. Eventually I started to lick and suck his balls and cock. One time he grabbed my head and woke up as I was on his cock. He demanded to know what I was doing. I claimed I was walking by and noticed his cock leaking and I was afraid he was going to piss on the couch. I thought that sounded better than saying I been lusting after your cock, and sucking you off for months while you were passed out. Anyway, after some yelling he said he was too drunk to walk to the bathroom and since I was going to drink his piss while he slept, I might as well drink it while he was awake. He told me to put my mouth back on his cock and he started pissing. Afraid he would think I lied about not wanting him to piss on the couch, I swallowed it all. Afterwards he started to get hard, and he grabbed my head and started moving it back and forth while I still had his cock in my mouth. Soon I started to develop a rhythm and he no longer needed to move my head back and forth on his cock. Suddenly he grabbed a hold of my head and pulled me roughly all the way to his crotch and shot his load. I just swallowed and do not really taste it that time. When he was finished he told me to get out of his sight and said you better hope I don't tell your mother about this because she would think I was a disgusting perverted pig. I started to cry until he promised he would not say another to her, and I promised to do anything for him to keep the secret. That was the beginning of my cock sucking.

There is just something incredibly hot about taking loads and not having a clue whose they are.

Part Five As the night wore on the two studs fucked like rabbits when Paul’s phone rang. He told Cody, “It’s a text letting me know that some of my buds are on the way over. They should be here soon.” As they waited they each prepared a couple more points for themselves when Paul’s friends arrived. Paul also pulled out some more Viagra for them to take before their slams. Cody was still semi-hard as he took his Viagra and waited for their guests to arrive. When Paul’s friends arrived Cody was introduced but was not going to recall all their names. They ranged in age from his 18 to the oldest guy at 50. All were in pretty good shape and were ready for some heavy duty partying. After introductions Paul announced that, “This gathering is in Cody’s honor since he just became poz a few weeks back, probably had just pozzed his first neg ass and was a state wrestling champ. Cody had his choice of position.” Cody told Paul “I would love to get fucked.” Cody was then asked, “Where would you like to be fuck?” Cody said, “The sling looks good to me” as Cody hopped in with his point in hand. Once he was situated he waited for the others to get naked while he and Paul were ready to slam. Paul’s friends were naked and prepping their points while Paul and Cody patiently waited. Once all were ready they joined Paul and Cody as tourniquets were applied. Cody found a prominent vein and stuck his point in while he heard coughing come from Paul’s friends. He registered the familiar flash of blood and emptied his slam into his arm. Paul kissed him as Cody removed his tourniquet and felt the strong slam he had prepared. He coughed out a couple times as the rush took hold of his jock body. While Cody lay in the sling feeling his rush one of Paul’s friends got between his legs and began to rim his cum filled ass. While Cody felt the wet tongue probing his hole another one of Paul’s friends approached Cody’s head and offered the jock his cock to suck. All around them there was action going on. The other 18 year old kid was on the fuck bench get his hole worked over by Paul. Paul was working his fingers inside the boys hole as it easily opened up. The boy was being fed ethyl chloride spray as his hole was being worked open. Cody watched as the boy was given a strong dose and forced to breathe it in longer than expected that allowed Paul’s Fist to disappear inside the boy’s hole. When the boy came around he began to moan as Paul flexed his fingers inside his hole. Cody asked, “What are they giving him there?” Cody was told, “He’s being given poppers and ethyl chloride.” Cody asked, “Why is he doing those?” Cody was told, “It helps relaxes you and enhances the high.” Cody asked, “Can I have some poppers and ethyl chloride?” While Cody lay there getting his hole rimmed he was given poppers and ethyl chloride spray while the guest who was rimming his hole positioned to fuck him. With the poppers and ethyl chloride working on him he never felt the cock push inside him. He looked up to see a handsome stud fucking him. As he looked up to the guy inside him the guy fucking him leaned in and they kissed. Cody spent the next 8 hours in the sling as more of Paul’s friends came and some left. Cody had so much cum dripping from his hole that Paul was able to suck a good amount from Cody’s ass and feed him a mix of the cum he had been bred with before they shared a cummy kiss. As the sun reached high in the sky Saturday Cody needed a break from the sling. Most of Paul’s friends had left by this time leaving only the 18 year old who got fisted that night. Cody got out of the sling and the two 18 year olds climbed in the shower to refresh themselves.

Hooked up with dude with case of wasting, makes me drip & get a wide on when i think about his toxxxic cum in me. butt this time my dick was standing at attention & skinny dude was having difficulty maintaining, so i bent him over the bed, & ate his hole, for like 10 seconds, & spit on my dik, shoved in all the way. I held him down by this throat, while he made sighs of protests, & made him take my load as deep as i could fuck my jizz in him. bugged out.

[Just tonight I found this story on my hard drive, I can't recall where I originally downloaded it. Unfortunately, its only Part One, whoever wrote it never finished it. Be that as it may, its not a bad story, so here it is . . . ] I remember the first game of the league playoffs like it was yesterday. At just age 18 I had made it into one of the most popular soccer teams and the British league. I had known I was gay since I was at least 12, but no one on the team knew, or so I thought. The guys on our team for the most part were drop dead gorgeous. Girls from all over would flock to our hotel rooms, trying to get a peek at our bods or least have a conversation with one of the guys. The girls thought I was pretty handsome, and I did the best I could to keep them entertained in the sight of my buddies. Our first league game was a roaring success. We crushed our competition, and we were invited to a kick ass party at the hotel. While in the shower room I noticed the team manager and a few of the senior players shoulders all had the same, very strange tattoo: it was a red biohazard sign with some Celtic designs. Being a rookie, I had not showered with the guys before. I was quite blown away by what I saw. Jason, the team captain, was covered in body hair. His hair was so thick on his chest that I couldn't even see his nipples through it. Hanging between his legs was a long, thick uncut dick. The head of his cock was hidden beneath a very long loose puckered foreskin. The hair on his legs was thick and black like the hair on his head. Kyle, Jason's best friend, was almost hairless. He had hair on his head, and a little under his arms but the rest of his body was shaved. His nipples were beautiful golden brown circles that appeared to be chewed on or least pumped up. Unlike Jason who kept his foreskin pulled over his dick, Kyle was careful to keep his skin pulled back bunched up behind the head of his cock. You could tell he really cared about keeping it clean and dry. His abs were very well pronounced, and the veins in his legs and arms popped around his muscles. Ian, an up-and-coming future captain, was Hispanic and imported to our league. His body was covered with tattoos. Mostly of Hispanic nature, except for the red biohazard tattoo that he and the other two shared. Ian was not very hairy, just possessing a treasure trail and some fairly bushy armpits. The cock between his legs however was amazing. It looked like someone stretched a brown vein laden foreskin over a beer can. After several knowing glances were exchanged between my teammates I realized I was busted. They had caught me staring and by the looks on their faces it seemed like they were approving of my attention. "Eric, great game man," Jason said as he crossed the shower room and patted me on the back. "Yeah, way to kick some ass man." Ian congratulated as he punched me on the arm. "Bet the bitches would love to get a hold of this piece of rookie meat!" Kyle said as he grabbed my dick. I try to move away but Ian and Jason held me in place. "Dude, it's ok man." Jason whispered in my ear, " we know you're gay, and so are we. We even have our own little club, and we fuck around … a lot." After a few moments of cock stroking, I relaxed and gave in to the pleasurable hand job I was receiving. The guys began chewing on my neck and my dick sprung to its full 8 ½ inch glory. The guys stopped their assault abruptly, rinsed off and headed to the locker room. I hung back in the shower completely amazed at what had just happened. I had been fantasizing about having sex with these guys but thought I had no chance since they were all pussy pounding straight guys. I was so horny and wanted to masturbate right there in the shower so that I could have a good time at the party. I had only just begun jacking off when Jason peeked into the shower. "Come on you bloody wanker, hands off the dick and get dressed. We have a party to get to." Reluctantly I stopped my self abuse and went to the locker room to get dressed. The guys were gone by the time I finished, so I headed off to the party alone. The bar was absolutely packed. The entire team, most of their girlfriends, and half the tarts in the city were all there chatting, flirting and seducing anyone within reach. It was hard to hear yourself think, more or less have a decent conversation with anybody at the bar. I decided to grab a drink and head to the table in the corner of the room out of the way so that I could ponder what had just happened in the shower room. After a few moments of solitude, Jason, Kyle and Ian came strutting towards my table. They were wearing tailored suits, and looking absolutely hot. Drinks in hand, they surrounded me in the booth. We shot the shit for a while, talking about our conquests, growing up gay, and the pressures of hiding our sexuality from the team. I found out that most of the team knows about these guys, but are afraid to say a word because of getting their asses kicked both on and off the field. "You guys mentioned you had your own club, what kind of club is it?" I asked, after having several rounds of alcohol. They looked at each other somewhat apprehensively then seemed to nod in approval that they would let me in on their little secret. "You see this symbol," Jason nervously whispered as he lifted his sleeve, "that's the membership symbol for our club. We can have sex with who we want, when we want and how we want without any regrets or reservations." "That's right," Kyle chimed in, "we'll have sex with anybody, any time just for the hell of it. We have nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain." "Nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain?" I asked. "What the hell does that mean?" "We can't talk about it here," Jason said, "let's go back to your hotel room and we'll talk there but hear this, if you tell anyone anything about what we talk about, you will regret it. We will hunt you down, and make you eat your words. To you understand?" "Sure," I said "let's ditch this place and go back to my room." As soon as my hotel door closed, all three of my teammates began to attack me. Kyle was chewing on my ears and my neck, Ian stood behind me and ran his hands up and down my rib cage and under my arms. Jason got on his knees and began to undo my belt and trousers. "Damn Eric, this is really nice." Jason said as he pulled my uncut cock from my underwear. With that he began sucking on my dick. The feelings were fucking awesome. I was being chewed on, rubbed and sucked on altogether. The more I moaned or rocked in pleasure the harder and more in earnest the guys worked on me. Eventually after a shirt flew this way and a pair of pants flew that way everybody was naked. I noticed again the beautiful red tattoos that the guys had on their shoulders. It brought me back to earth and so I asked again. "So tell me," I asked "nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain. What is this club all about?" Jason pulled himself off my cock and stood up to answer the question. His mouth was quickly replaced by Ian's. It was hard to concentrate on the story, but I did my best to keep up. "Well you see," Jason seductively explained, while his friends pleasured my body, "we all have a special gift, a gift that allows us to live life to its fullest. A gift that brings with it unlimited sex, lust and power." Kyle moaned at that and dropped to his knees behind me and began to eat my ass. As soon as my eyes rolled back in my head in pleasure Jason continued. "The special power we have is that we're Poz, we have aids and we celebrate our oneness by sexual debauchery." I moaned, licked my lips and rocked my hips as I processed the information. Then it hit me. "Oh god," I said as I pulled away from them and backed into the corner. "Oh my fucking god. You guys are trying to kill me. Why would you want to do that? You're sick and twisted." "That's not true my friend," Jason said. "First of all, you can't get aids from getting your dick sucked or your ass eaten. Second of all, were not trying to kill you. We want to give you life. A life without fear, hesitation or regret. Just endless sex with anyone you choose knowing that it's ok. You can't be hurt because once you have the gift no one can take it from you. Life becomes a celebration of pleasure. Every day, another chance to enjoy the feelings someone else can give you. We could do that to you Eric, all you have to do is ask." "Fuck no," I shouted "you guys are fucking sick." "Suit yourself man," Jason said, "but I’m fucking horny, so my boys and I are going to play." Reluctantly, I sat down on one of the beds and watched the scene as it played out before my eyes. Jason's uncut cock had grown to about 9 inches. His foreskin was still bunched around the head of his dick. Kyle went to his knees in front of Jason. This seemed to drive them both wild. They both licked in earnest until Jason's dick was wet with spit. When they were finished Ian and Kyle got their feet and all three shared a wet kiss. My cock was rockhard and dripping with pre-come. Hard as I fought it, I had to admit that my buddies piggy actions were turning me on. Kyle lay on his back and pulled his legs up in the air as Jason knelt on the floor and began to lick his ass. "Fuck yeah Jason," Kyle barked, "tongue my hole man. Eat me good!" Kyle winced and weathered as Jason's stubbly face worked itself in out and around his hole. "You want me to fuck you?" Jason demanded" you want me to load your ass up? Tell me, what do you want boy!" "Fuck me hard Jason," Kyle panted "knock me up with that toxic load man." Jason lined his cock up to Kyle's ass hole and then looked over at Eric. "Hey Eric, you watching this?" Jason asked. "No condom, guess what that means? Make sure you watch his face when I re- infect him. Nothing feels more satisfying than popping a Poz load." Kyle winced and moaned as Jason's long death pole pushed past his rosebud. Kyle's eyes were a mixture of pain and lust as he turned his head to me and locked eyes. In spite of myself, I grabbed my cock and began beating off watching Kyle get fucked. My cock was slick with pre-come, and the sounds and smells of the room had me on edge. Ian, who had been standing by watching, climbed onto the bed and straddled Kyle's torso facing Jason. As Jason neared busting his nut, Ian let out a steady stream of piss. He aimed for Kyle's ass hole, getting it all wet and then he traced up Jason's torso, dousing his hairy pelt and then aiming directly into Jason's mouth. Jason choked and swallowed then his face went all tense as he shot his poison load into Kyle's ass. Ian went crazy, half drowning Jason in piss till his orgasm subsided. After finishing his piss, Ian took Jason's place and began pushing his beer can cock into Kyle's used fuck hole. "Ouch," Kyle screamed, "you're fucking tearing me apart! Ian took this cue to began pounding in earnest. Kyle's reactions went from pleasure to pain, moments of ecstasy to moments of agony. "Look at Eric," Jason told Kyle, "he's hot for it man. Look at him stroke that neg cock. Ain't it fucking beautiful." "You want him to suck it," Jason asked me, "don't you pussy boy?" My head was reeling, but all I could think was yes, yes I did want Kyle to suck me. Without even realizing that I was doing it, I got off the bed and walked over to my teammates, cock in hand ready to get a blow-job. Just as Kyle's tongue hit the tip of my horny cock, Jason shoved me back onto my bed. "Fuck off, you pussy wanker," Jason shouted at me, "you are not man enough to play with the likes of us." With lots of moaning and grunting, Ian shot his load way up inside of Kyle's ass. Even though I was angry at Jason's rejection, I was still very hot and horny. Jason returned to the floor next to Ian and they took turns eating their combined loads from Kyle's ass, sucking his cock, and kissing each other. Watching the bugged cum ooze from Kyle's whole onto Jason and Ian's tongues was mind numbing. Kyle began bucking his hips violently and piston fucking his cock in and out of Jason's mouth. With a mighty yell Kyle blasted his bug juice between Jason's lips. Proud and satisfied, Jason walked over to my bed. He opened his mouth and showed me a mouth full of Kyle's seed. He then took hold of his dick, skinned back his foreskin, and let loose a ******* of warm piss all over me. "Open up, pussy boy" Jason yelled as his piss stream assaulted my face. Scared and turned on, I opened my mouth and took his urine. As I swallowed his piss, and I busted my load all over my abdomen. "Now lay there all-night and wallow in that mess" Jason commanded me. "Oh, and don't worry chicken shit, my urine was clean." Rather than going back to their rooms or even showering, all three snuggled into the other bed. They seemed to enjoy the fact that it was soaked with piss and come. I tossed and turned all-night long. All I could think of was how hot the scene was that had played out all night. All that seemed to matter to me was gaining Jason's approval. He had showed me how hot their play could be and had marked me as his own territory with the gift of piss. After several dreams about Jason rejecting me from their sex play I decided I had to get in. I realized that I truly wanted to be one of them. The thought of them Pozzing me up seem to become more and more the right answer for me. In desperation, I went through my gear bag, and pulled out a grease pencil that we use to blacken our eyes during sunny games. Using a fresh athletic shirt, I wrote "Please Poz this bitch" on the back and then drew an arrow toward my negative ass. I then pissed on the front, soaking it down and put it on. Then on my knees, I laid crossed the bed with my ass in the air waiting for them to wake up. It was about 6 a.m. When Jason finally got up to take his morning piss. "Well fuck me up boys," Jason shouted as he woke up the other teammates. "Guess who wants to get gifted." The guys woke up and slowly figured out the matter at hand. "The cunt wants to get Pozzed guys. I knew he would come around." Jason celebrated. On Jason's cue, all three let loose with *******s of piss, soaking me, their pre-initiate head to toe. I moaned as their warm love liquid poured all over my body. I was beginning to accept what was about to come, my initiation and conversion to their way of life. They helped me to my feet, ripped off my shirt and bent me over the bed. "Get his shaving kit and grab his toothbrush." Jason instructed Ian. I was really curious why Jason would need my toothbrush. At first I thought he was insinuating that I had bad breath. The reason became apparent however when I felt the bristles of my toothbrush being worked around my asshole. I clamped my hole shut tight so that he couldn't hurt me. "Come on Eric," Jason whispered, "let the toothbrush in. I'm going to work it around inside you. This way we can be sure that we don't waste our precious Poz cum. You to want to be one of us don't you?" "Yes," I sobbed, as he penetrated my ass and began irritating my membranes. Ian and Kyle began licking and biting my nipples and body as Jason continued his toothbrush assault. "Okay," Jason said, "turn him over. As team captain I'm going to tap his negative ass first. Jason lined his unwashed cock up to my ass hole. He shoved the entire length into me all at once, no mercy, no warning. I screamed in pain and fear knowing that his lethal cock was now shoved into my bloody ass ready to bring me down "I’m in," Jason teased seductively "I’m Poz, your bloody, and I’m in. Are you ready to become one of us? Are you ready to incubate my butt babies inside you forever? Are you ready to be one with us in our Poz brotherhood?" Reason began to kick in and I started to cry uncontrollably. I shook my head yes, and Jason yelled "speak! Tell me what you want!" "I want to be yours," I sobbed "I want to be part of the brotherhood. I want to be Poz! I need to be Poz please, please I beg of you, Poz me now!" My brain was telling me to stop them, don't let this happen, yet with my words I sealed my fate. "We love you," Jason chanted "and we will give you your wish. As I cried to myself, Jason began to tenderly rock his pole back and forth inside my bloody ass. He breathed steadily as his momentum built. I was so scared I couldn't move. Knowing what was about to happen to me terrified me so much. I was going to be converted, I was going to die. Yet deep down inside I also knew how much I wanted it and how happy I would be in their good graces. "Here it comes," Jason said triumphantly as he began pumping his hot Poz death cum inside me. I could feel the warmth of his load as it coated the inside of my own bleeding rectum. He slowly pumped his shaft around inside of me, working his gift deeper and deeper into my negative ass. "Just remember," Jason whispered "I was your first Poz load. I own you. I am your true bug daddy!" To be continued...