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I'm going to try something a little different. This story will have just three or four parts. I think it'll be easier to complete it if it has an ending. Hope you pigs enjoy it. This story was inspired by a buddy of mine, Adam. I sent him the picture below and he said "He’d fuck me in the back of the minivan next to the car seat after he tells his wife he has some errands to run." So that inspired me to write a story. 🙂 ======================================== The guy had a blank profile on Grindr. Normally I just cruise on by those profiles unless they send me a picture right away. I never have a problem getting laid because I’m a hot little 25 year old piece of ass, covered in dark fur on my chest and ass and, most importantly, a total slut. I rarely say no when a top asks to breed my ass. I don’t really care what they look like, but the bigger the cock the better. This one obviously caught my eye. Huge and fat, with giant balls, sticking out of his cargo shorts. The picture only showed his dad bod, shorts and that amazing cock. I was desperate to worship it. I wanted to impale my hole on it and feel it slam all the way into my cunt. I immediately fantasized about him fucking me in the back of a minivan next to a car seat, after telling his wife he had some errands to run and wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours. My dick immediately got hard thinking about it and my hole puckered. I replied to him right away and unlocked my extra pictures. He quickly replied and said “Good. You’re not going to waste my time. I wanna fuck you now. You in? I don’t have all night.” Damn. I love it when they’re super horny and completely direct. I couldn’t say yes fast enough, and told him I’d need a few minutes to clean out then he could fuck me wherever he wanted, as many times as he wanted. He told me to meet him in the park, near a cruising area. It was dark, what did I have to lose? Nothing, and hopefully I’d get a few loads in my hole from the t-room afterwards. It had been a few weeks since I had gotten fucked and my hole was hungry. I also had a week off from work, so I could stay up as late as I wanted, being a pig. My phone dinged again. It was him. “Be there in 30 minutes. Don’t be late, boy.” I put down my phone, cleaned out quickly and drove to the cruisy section of the park wearing shorts, a tank top, a tight jockstrap and a cap. My typical cruising/slut/pig outfit. Of course it was in a remote area adjacent to the golf course where few people went. There was a bathroom at the start of a trail that went into the woods and a couple of cars parked in a small gravel lot. He’d seen a photo of my face, but I only knew what his fat cock and cargo shorts looked like. That could be anyone. I stood next to my car, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, looking at my phone when I saw the lights of a car near the edge of the parking lot flash. I walked over to a large SUV, walked around the passenger side and he rolled down the window. “What the fuck are you waiting for, boy? Get in the fucking car, faggot.” Oh that’s how it was going to go, huh? I got in and looked over to see a hot Daddy with dark hair and a face full of heavy chin scruff. Another week and it’d be a full beard. My cock started to get hard. His was already hard and sticking out of his shorts. “Get over here and suck my dick so I can fuck your pussy. Now.” I quickly dropped my shorts and got in the car, leaning over to take his huge dick down my throat. Nothing sent me further into a cock sucking trance then deep throating a huge dick. Dad Bod Guy wasn’t interested in my pleasure, though. He was only interested in controlling my head so he could fuck my face. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down so I was gagging. Over and over he used my mouth without any thought to my pleasure or desire, because he knew I was a faggot. He knew I was a cocksucker. He knew that using my mouth like it was a hole gave me intense pleasure but even if it didn’t he’d still fuck my face because it felt good to him. My pleasure or distress didn’t interest him. He didn’t let me breathe easily, and fucked my mouth hard, making me gag so much that after a few minutes I started to feel like I was going to pass out. Finally he pulled me up and let me catch my breath. I looked up at his handsome 40-ish face and he immediately spat a huge loogie into my eye. “Filthy fucking whore. You ready for more?” I just moaned. He laughed at me and said “Ready or not, I’m fuckin your pussy. Get in the back.” I got out of the car and crawled in the back, where the seats had all been folded down so it was a large flat area. “Hands and knees, faggot.” I instantly obeyed and stuck my ass up. “Back it up, boy.” He was standing under the tailgate, with his pants off, a small light on the inside illuminating what we were doing. He clearly didn’t give a shit if anyone saw us fucking. I backed up so my ass was sticking out of the tailgate. He was short, about 5’6” tall but built like a rugby player. A thick chest covered in dark black hair, along with a thick middle finished with a big ass, also covered in thick hair. Then there was that cock. , thick, fat, cut and hard as steel. My head was on the floor of the truck, waiting desperately for him. I still hadn’t said a word. I finally opened my mouth and moaned. “Please Daddy. I need it in my pussy. Please fuck me.” He laughed behind me, and said “Oh faggot, I’m gonna fuck you hard. But first you need a little help to take it to the next level.” I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could hear him open a compartment on the side of the truck, and a zipper open. Then I heard him rustling with a few things behind and felt his finger enter my cunt. I moaned loudly and then, all of a sudden I felt a burning in my hole. Uh oh. He was dosing me with Tina. Fuck. Oh well, I’m a slut who never says no to chemicals, particularly when they’re administered by a hot fireplug Daddy with a giant fat cock. “You like that fag?” I just moaned louder and hissed “YESSSSSSSSSS DADDDDDDY.” I could feel my pulse start to go faster and my cunt get hungrier. He laughed again and said “Get ready. Here we go, little boy.” I moaned louder and then felt his scruffy face pressed against my hole, scratching me up. But I didn’t care because the booty bump he gave me was hitting me hard. I reached back, pulled my cheeks apart and pushed my hole into his mouth. He moaned loudly and continued to eat my ass, making sure to get my pussy as wet as possible. From somewhere behind me, I heard another voice. “Dude, that’s fucking hot. You gonna fuck that whore?” “Of course I am. You wanna use him after I’m done? Bet you he won’t say no.” “Fuck yeah!” I couldn’t see what the guy looked like but the tina in my hole guaranteed that I wasn’t going to say no, no matter who the other man standing there was. Dad Bod Guy (DBG) shoved his face back in my hole and continued to eat my cunt until I was begging for it. “Pleeeeease…….I have to have your cock in my hole. Please, Daddy!” I heard the other door open and a pair of shorts hit the floor. The other guy climbed in beside me, crawled up, turned my baseball cap around and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was fat and uncut with one of those foreskins that covered the head, even when he was hard. I licked under his foreskin and he shoved his cock all the way down my throat. From behind me, DBG pulled his face away from my cunt and I moaned around the fat cock in my mouth. I needed him inside me, but he was still teasing me with his fingers. I pushed back on his fingers and felt that burning sensation again. The motherfucker had dosed me with another booty bump. I looked up and got a good look at the new guy, he was a hot college aged white kid with a blonde buzz cut, a well defined body and a thick trail of blonde hair marching down his stomach to meet up with his pubes and fat uncut dick. He was a hot fucker who was clearly insanely horny. We were all sweating like pigs because we were outside in July. The second booty bump was kicking in and I knew I just needed to go along for the ride and do what I was told. Get both my holes filled with cocks. As many as possible. Finally, DBG (I still didn’t know his name) said “You ready for my cock, faggot?” I took Blondie’s cock out of my mouth and quickly said “FUCK ME SIR! PLEASE!” and then gagged my throat on Blondie’s cock again. He moaned loudly and started to slowly fuck my face. “DAMN, pig. I gotta be careful. I wanna breed your hole. Can’t waste my load in your mouth.” DBG slid his cock into my hole which had been relaxed and well lubed from the ass eating and crystal. He groaned loudly as his huge fat cock quickly buried itself to the root in my cunt. I couldn’t stop moaning with a combination of pain and pleasure. His cock was huge and spit was the only lube, but the drugs were making my asshole really hungry and their cocks were filling both of my holes full of fat Daddy and college boy cock. DBG started to pound my pussy really hard, and from out of his mouth came a non-stop stream of filth. “You fucking whore, god what a well used pussy you have. Just fucking opened up for my cock without any lube. Filthy little fag. I Love fucking little whore cunts like you…..” And on and on. I was in fucking pig boy heaven. His dirty talk trailed off after a few minutes, as his speed picked up and I could tell he was close to breeding my hole. I desperately wanted his load and took Blondie’s cock out of my mouth to beg for his load. “Please fuck me Daddy. FUUUUUUUUCK ME. I need your load in my pussy! Please knock your boy up, I wanna have your fucking babies! Fucking make me pregnant!” I continued to babble incoherently while DBG kept pounding me as hard as he could. After a couple of minutes more, he slowed down and pounded me hard with a last few thrusts and then suddenly stopped. I could feel his huge fat cock throbbing inside my pussy. I knew he was loading my hole up with sperm just like I’d been begging. I told him I wanted his babies inside me and he’d obliged by dumping a huge load deep in my ass. DBG laid on my back, catching his breath, and his cock slowly slipped out of my hole. I moaned loudly as my pussy let go of its master. He had taken control of me and bred me full of his sperm. I was a really happy boy. Just then the blonde guy tapped me on the face and I looked up. “Turn around, RIGHT NOW. Gotta get inside there, now that you’re lubed up.” DBG handed something to to Blondie and he laughed and said “Another one? Fuck, you’re not messing around.” I quickly turned around, and took DBG’s cock in my mouth to clean it off while, unbeknownst to me, Blondie was putting another shard of T under his foreskin. I was about to get dosed again. Did I care? Of course not. I learned to be a complete drug slut early in life and never said no to drugs. Blondie quickly slid his cock into my hole and started to slowly fuck me. My cunt was on fire with lust and after a few strokes, I could feel the huge load already in my pussy begin to churn a little bit. Then I felt the burn and knew they’d dosed me again. Blondie started to fuck me hard, I knew he was really turned on by how hard his cock was in my mouth and now I could feel his dick in my hole, even harder if that was possible. His cock wasn’t nearly as fat as DBG’s but it was longer. He was really reaming me out, lubed by DBG’s huge load of sperm. I knew he wasn’t going to last long and after just a couple of minutes he jackhammered my hole and added his load to my cumdump. I fucking loved it and reached around behind to hold his cock in my pussy as long as I could. After a couple of minutes, DBG finally got me out of my cum stupor and said “hey faggot. You want more loads? It’s a nice warm night and only 10, bet some randos are lurking around who’d wanna piece of that pussy.” Blondie pulled out of my hole, which just made it ache for more cock. He and Blondie both laughed as they got dressed. I just laid in the back of DBG’s car catching my breath, spun out of my head from the booty bumps they’d given me. After a few minutes, DBG reached over and said “Hey fag, come on. Don’t drip cum on my floor. Here are your clothes, go put them in your car, and put your keys in your shoe.” I looked kind of bewildered and confused. He slapped me across the face and brought me back to reality. “Now, boy!” I scrambled out of the car and heard the tailgate close behind me. I squeezed my cheeks together to keep the two thick loads inside my hole. Blondie slapped me on the ass, laughed and said “you are gonna get your hole raped hard, kid.” Then he turned to DBG and said “Hey, Dad, here,” and tossed a thick bag of tina to DBG. Wait. WHAT? DAD? If I hadn’t been completely spun out of my mind and afflicted with tina dick, I would’ve been instantly hard. They both smiled at me and DBG said “Yes. I’m his Dad. Now come on faggot. You’ve got an appointment with some stranger’s cocks.”

"You'll pull out before you cum right?" "Sure if that's what you want at the time." His confident reply. I just nodded my head a little and the most beautiful onslaught of my hairy ass by his turgid raw cock began. We revolved through so many positions and I just kept letting ... no ... inviting his big raw cock back in. Missionary was my favorite as his stunning gaze beamed down at me. As I thought I recognized the quickening of his pace and gasping breaths he said "I'm getting close, where do you want this toxic load?" "Pull out! Pull out! On my back " I begged. "Are you sure? I'd rather knock you up if I already haven't. " I quickly pulled off his cock and dove to take his large member and toxic load down my throat. Well most of it, I lifted off to soon... his last rope blast streaked up my cheek and into my eye . When I cleared my eye enough he was grinning down at me. As if I needed it spelled out he said; "Mucus membrane for my highly toxic load ... you may as well have let me breed your ass man. " It was not a malicious voice at all. In fact in his afterglow his sweetness melted me. I forgot my fears as we cuddled ... and then the door closed and he was gone. Full realization then set in, I had accepted all his toxic precum in my ass and some of his cum escaped my throat to be entering through my eye membrane. Fear! Panic! And a massive erection and powerful horniness took over. I jerked off to a fantasy of him cumming in my ass. As I imagined what it would feel like I had an epic orgasm. The memory and intensity of this hookup, the raw sex, the fear, the hunger, the splat in the eye ... the regret, the fear I could be infected haunted me for the next 2 months until I got up the courage to go for testing. I lost nights sleep with worry ... but it would always revert to the memory getting me very horny, my cock hardening, and the thought of taking toxic cum triggering a huge orgasm . What was I thinking?

I had always played safe. I chose condom porn the few times I let myself watch; and, the even fewer times I relented to my carnal desires I insisted on safe condom sex. I was 36 and needless to say I didn't have very much experience. Really I was just one very shy and super careful guy. One Friday night after a 6 month period of sexual abstinence I stepped out of my comfort zone and went to my neighborhood gay bar. I nursed my beer alone in a corner and drank in all the eye candy. My eyes soon lit upon an incredibly hot bear cub. Once he entered my vision I couldn't take my eyes off him. Every thing about him was my ideal turn on. Dark curly hair, impish grin, golden tan, short trim beard and body hair in all the right places. His tight shorts and low cut white muscle tee showed off his beautiful body perfectly. I tried not to be obvious with my ogling but was not successful. He gave me a big smile, excused himself from his handsome friends and made his way over to me. I was delighted and mortified all at the same time. I was surprised my tongue worked and we were soon chatting about nothing in particular. I was surprisingly comfortable with this gorgeous young man, I guessed about 24, and we kept ordering beer. After the 4th I uncharacteristically hurd myself invite him to my place. We barely got the door closed and were all over each other deep throat kissing and tearing off our clothes. Naked he was the fulfillment of every wet dream I had ever had. He was soon on his knees giving me the best blow job and I was soon ready to cum. He noticed the signs and stopped, stood up and assured me 'not yet '. It was my turn to take his beautiful big thick cock in my mouth. I could barely manage this 8" beauty yet before long we were 69ing on the living room floor. Sensing I was on the verge of orgasm again he stopped us and asked where the bedroom was. He backed me in and immediately pushed me down on my back on my bed. He raised my feet over his shoulders in no time and was bent over deep kissing me again. I was breathless as I felt his swollen dick head touch my hole. It felt great. With only his spit for lube he started to push the naked tip in. I involuntarily took a deep breath relaxing my ring. I came to my senses as his bare head found entry to it's goal. "Aren't you forgetting something?" ,I murmured almost in audibly. He just looked at me with that incredible impish grin. "The condoms are in the drawer of my bedside table. " With utter confidence he replied while pushing in a little deeper, "I never use those. " Again my hesitant murmur; "I never don't..." As he pushed in to 4 inches, "Really!" My response came more as a question than statement "really?" As he pushed in to 5 inches he said, "Well you seem to be enjoying my raw man meat. " I couldn't lie I had quickly moved through the initial pain, "Ah ... yeah... but, it's not safe ... I don't even know you ... we just met ... and I never ..." "Just let me push in all the way. Try something new" he persuaded. My meek voice, "No fucking, ok ... just in balls deep... then pull out " There was no response as he steadily pressed in deeper. "Ok?" I asked Oh my God his big raw cock felt incredible and then his balls hit my taint! He couldn't miss the half grunt half sigh of satisfaction and he pushed in even more while grinning in my face and looking deep into me with his incredibly seductive brown eyes. "Oh FUCK ME! " the words came spilling out of my mouth. I could not believe what I had just said. To be continued ...

Part 2 I stumbled to my car and stashed my clothes in the trunk, tucking my car key into my shoe as DBG had told me. He was standing next to a picnic table across the parking lot from the public bathroom, and beckoned me over. I walked up to him and he pulled me close to him and kissed me on the mouth. “What’s your name, son?” “Adam, Sir.” “Well, Adam you’re an awful cute little whore. You ready to have some more fun?” He smiled really big at me and I completely melted. I wanted this man to be MY Daddy. “Yes, Sir. “ Just then Blondie came up to us and said “Can anybody join in this party?” He grinned at me and said “My turn, Dad.” Then he grabbed me behind the head and pulled me in close for a deep kiss, while he was cupping my jockstrapped ass with his hand. We kissed for a long time while he played with my ass, which got hungrier as the minutes progressed. He pulled away and said “I’m Jake and my Dad is Tony.” “I’m Adam. I really need one of you to fuck me again, please. My ass is….” Jake and Tony started to laugh and both said “HUNGRY” at the same time. Jake said “I know the feeling bro. My ass gets really hungry when Dad booty bumps me too! Come on, let’s go get you some more cock.” I noticed that a few more cars had parked and there were a couple of bikes locked up to a tree nearby. With any luck this meant more loads for me. My hole was screaming to be fucked again. Jake and Tony led me, wearing just my jockstrap and shoes toward the bathroom where I could hear some faint moaning. There was no door on the room, and Jake pushed me inside, where there was a dim lightbulb in the ceiling, a couple of sinks, two stalls and two urinals. At least it seemed to be cleaned semi-regularly. It vaguely stank of piss, since I’m sure cruisers often pissed on each other on the floor. There was a drain in the center of the room to make ‘cleanup a snap.’ There was a man at the urinals, stroking his cock while a cute young guy my age knelt on the floor, naked, sucking an handsome older man’s cock. The boy had short, dark, curly hair, hairy legs and a small treasure trail on his belly. The man at the urinal was probably in his 30s, really tall, with buzzed black hair. He was wearing running shorts, a jockstrap and a tank top. I could see he had a really hairy chest and legs. He stood at the urinal watching the young guy suck the older man’s cock, while he stroked his own fat, uncut dick. Jake pushed me over toward the urinal and I joined the young cocksucker on the concrete floor of the bathroom. I opened my mouth and looked up at the tall man. “Please?” I said. My blood was pumping and I was trying hard to keep my hole closed so I could keep Jake and Tony’s loads inside my cunt. The tall man grinned at me and whispered “Fuck yeah. Dirty little whore.” He walked over to me with his long, thin cock sticking out of his gym shorts. Then I got a whiff of him. It was hot out, and he’d obviously been running because his balls and crotch were sweaty and smelled amazing. It was the best kind of man stink. I suddenly wanted to smell his armpits, too. He reached over and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth toward his cock, shoving it all the way down the back of my throat. I could hear him whisper “FUCK” repeatedly under his breath. He got up a good rhythm of fucking my face and for a couple minutes, both of us young cocksuckers on the concrete floor had our mouths full of cock. I was in pig heaven. His cock was perfect for fucking my mouth, it had a slight downward curve and every time my face was in his amazing smelling pubes, his cock went straight down my throat. Luckily I’d been sucking cocks since before I was legal, so I was in heaven I fell into a cocksucking trance, and felt Jake tap me on the shoulder and I looked up to see his cock to my left and Tony’s to my right. The tall guy turned to Tony and said “This your fag?” Tony smiled and said “It is for tonight. We just met off Grindr.” The tall guy laughed and said “I’m gonna fuck him, he loaded up already?” Tony and Jake both laughed and Tony said “Yeah, we both did. Should be nice and lubed up.” The tall guy said “Fuckin’ A, bro. You take his mouth, I’m gonna use that pussy.” The tall guy pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop and put his hands under my armpits.”Up you go, faggot.” I stood up and he leaned far down (the dude was seriously an entire foot taller than me, which isn’t hard because I’m 5’5”) to kiss me. When he pulled back he turned me around and bent me over next to the sink, so I could keep Jake’s cock in my mouth. He spat in his hand and I could hear him rubbing it on his cock. Tony walked over to him, but I couldn’t see what they were doing. I didn't care. I just wanted my pussy filled again and I knew this guy’s cock was curved to rape my prostate. He and Tony murmured to each other and I could hear Jake snicker. Another booty bump for me? FUCK YES. Tony later told me that he put a really big shard of t under the tall guy’s foreskin just like he’d done with Jake. The tall guy pushed my upper body down with his left hand while he maneuvered his cock into my cunt. His long 8” cock slid easily into my hole, using Jake and Tony’s loads to open the way. He groaned as his big low hanging nuts slapped against my ass cheeks, and within seconds I could feel the new booty bump make my hole burn and make my cunt even hungrier. Jake and the tall guy got going, rutting in my holes. I was just a warm cavity for their cocks to take a ride in. They were both moaning and Tony was standing behind his son, egging him on. I could hear him speaking in a low voice in Jake’s ear saying “fuck yeah, baby boy, use that fucking whore mouth. He needs another one of your huge loads in his pussy when the jock boy is done breeding him.” I could feel that Tony was playing with Jake’s ass and I heard Jake moan loudly, “OH FUCK, Dad! No, Dad! FUUUUUUCK.” But it was too late, Tony was pushing his finger up Jake’s ass, and I was sure I knew what was on the end of that finger. Tony was dosing his own son with a nice fat shard of crystal. I had a feeling both of us were in for a long night. Jake moaned loudly and I could tell that he was getting more turned on as the tina took hold of him, but I he apparently was one of those guys who didn’t get tina dick. If anything his cock got even harder as the booty bump took hold and Tony worked the shard far up his hole. I couldn’t tell what to focus on, the huge cock in my mouth or the not quite so huge cock in my ass. I finally realized that it didn’t matter. I was getting railed from both ends by two hot guys. No matter what happened, I was already a winner. I was on my third cock of the night and only just getting started.

It was late. I was horny. Way too common to joke about. I thought about watching some porn, but I knew that I needed the real thing to be able to go to sleep. So I grabbed my phone and logged into the apps. I scrolled through some profiles, sending Woofs, Smiles, Taps. Whatever that particular app called for. After a few minutes, I got a message notification. It was a simple “Hello.” I looked through his profile. Nice torso pic. Hot bulge pic. Couldn’t host, needed to travel. Top. Two miles away. “Hey, how are you?” I replied. I think it is odd that we play this dance on hook up apps. We are there to get laid. I don’t really care how he is, but I play by the unwritten rules. His response broke the rules. Refreshing. “Hey man, I am really horny. I haven’t had sex in a while. Been too busy to jerk off too. I like your profile and pics. I need to travel. But I don’t have time for a lot of back and forth emails. What do you think?” What the hell. I am horny. He is horny. His pics are hot. His stats are good. “Yeah, let’s meet. I can host. Bottom here.” I send him my address. After a short wait, he says that he can be there in 15 minutes. Great. I put on my normal hook-up attire, a pair of tight gym shorts, no underwear, tshirt. I have somewhat of a bubble butt and I show a decent bulge. Might as well show off what I have. The doorbell rings and I open the door. I am somewhat surprised at how good looking he is. Classically handsome. Some well manicured scruff. Great smile. His tshirt is straining against his pecs and biceps. And his shorts are showing a bigger bulge than his pics showed. I invite him in and we kiss as soon as the door is closed. Once we break the kiss, I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. We start kissing again as we take each other’s clothes off, breaking the kiss only to lift our shirts over our heads. He gently pushes me backwards onto the bed. He crawls between my legs (yes, I have my knees bent to give non-verbal permission to access my hole). We kiss for a few minutes while exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. He then whispers in my ear to roll over and he lifts his weight off me just enough so that I can move. Once I settle on my stomach, he reaches over to the nightstand to get some lube. I hear him greasing up his dick. I think to myself, Wow, he really is horny and not wasting any time. He didn’t ask for a condom. I am on PrEP and don’t normally ask a guy to use a condom either. He is greasing his dick with his left hand. He braces himself on his right hand which is just above my shoulder. He leans forward as he lines up his dick with my hole. Just as he pops inside, he whispers in my ear, “I’m poz.” But he doesn’t stop entering me. He pushes in a few inches. “Are you undetectable?” “Nope” He pushes in a little more. My hole is not cooperating. It should be trying to push him out. “Wait! Are you….toxic?” “Yes, I am.” My mind races. This is kind of why I take PrEP. Just in case I have sex with a poz guy who for whatever reason isn’t undetectable. But do I want to have sex with a guy who knows he is toxic? I feel him push a little and bottoms out. I moan in pleasure. Damn! I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. I should tell him to pull out so that I can find a condom. He starts to pull his dick back out, but stops when just the tip is still inside. “By the way, my strains are Truvada resistant.” And with that, he slams back inside me. I want to protest, but the piston action of his dick takes over my mind. I hear myself moan in pleasure. I feel my hole completely relax and let him in as deep as possible. I am lost in lust. He fucks me like that for a few minutes. The more he fucks me, the hornier I get. He pulls out and tells me get on my back. I roll over and put my legs on his shoulders. He aligns his dick and goes back inside me. He is standing on his knees, fucking me hard. “You know you want it. I want you to look at me. Tell me you want my load. Beg me for it.” I couldn’t resist. “Yes! Please yes. Breed me. I need your cum deep inside my hole.” “No! You know what to beg for. You PrEP whores are all the same. Bugchasers at heart. Beg!” “Please! Shoot your toxic load inside me. Get me pregnant. Breed me with your toxic cum. Make me poz. I want your seed.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. Even more, I couldn’t believe that I meant it. And with that, he let out a loud growl and thrust his dick deep inside. I could tell he was cumming. Pulse after pulse, he was delivering his seed. His DNA. His HIV. I came. I hadn’t touched my dick at all. Normally, I stay soft when I get fucked. But I was rock hard. My cum shot across my chest, all the way up to my neck. It was a huge load. We both finally started to come down from our fuck high. He looked at the cum on my chest and smiled. “I knew you wanted it.” He stayed inside me and leaned over to kiss me. I felt connected to him. It was weird. He breaks the kiss and pulls out of my hole. He gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I hear him open the medicine cabinet, but it doesn’t register with me. I am still floating a little from a great fuck. He gets back in bed and I feel something enter me again. “This will help. I got your toothbrush out of your bathroom.” I reach down, grab the back of my knees, and pull them to my chest. He has full access. He brushes my hole for a while, then stops, leaving my toothbrush sticking out of my ass. “Here’s what is going to happen. I am your poz daddy now. I will breed you until you get poz test results. I need a poz bottom to whore out. I have some tops that want to get infected but don’t want to bottom. Total tops. They will fuck you until they get what they want. Of course, meds are not an option for you.” “Yes Sir. I understand.” I can't believe that I had transformed that quickly. And that easily. He pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and tickled my opening with his finger. “I really hadn’t shot a load in a few days. You got a lot.” I smiled. He laid down beside me and I cuddled up to him. We both drifted off to sleep.

(Grindr profile: Anon b b⬇️👀4⬆️. Chest pic, no face pic.) Guy: hey (9:45pm) Me: what's going on? Guy: would like to breed your ass Me: sends ass pic on all fours in jockstrap (with load leaking out) Guy: nice which hotel. (Sends dick pic) Me: (thinking oh hell yes) Me: sent location and hotel name Guy: cool. Be about 20 mins. Me: just msg when you get here and I'll prop the door open and send room number. Guy: here Me: sends room #, props door open, puts on blindfold wearing jockstrap, waits on all four Guy piston fucks me for 20 mins and breeds my ass. Could feel him pulsing for almost a mins in my ass. I collapse on the bed after he pulls out. (10:30pm) Damn.

I need to expand on my previous post. About 30 years ago, I was living in Brooklyn and my favorite haunt was the last hardcore Leather bar in NYC. I was nursing a beer when I spotted a "little person" in full leather with an armband on the dom side. "Can I give you a boost, Sir?" I asked. "Thanks boi!" He replied with a definite New England accent, holding his arms up. Lifting him up and onto the stool, he was a most attractive man. Reaching around and squeezing my butt, he lamented that even in the Leather community, he was rarely taken seriously. "One needn't be tall to be a STUD!" I assured him. "And this piggy boi likes what he sees, Sir!" "Piggy boi!" He repeated, "And a hot one at that!" Grabbing my hand, he shoved it down his crotch, where I felt a sizeable pierced cock, leaking precum and stiffening. "As you can feel, I'm not little all over, but before you decide if you'll come to my hotel, you need to know one thing. I only fuck bareback and I will cum up your ass!" My ass twitching, I replied, "Take me to your hotel, Sir and take me!" At his hotel, I leaned over the bed and he used a flogger on my ass. Next, he rimmed me, soaking my hole with spit. "Turn over on your back, boi!" He ordered and as I obeyed, he removed the codpiece from his chaps, revealing a 9" cock with a 2 gauge PA. "Lift your legs and show me your piggy hole!" He was gentle with me until his pierced cockhead was inside and then he rammed his full length into me. "Fuck me, Sir!" I begged as I felt his balls against my butt. "Nice, tight ass, boi! Made to be fucked!" After 10 minutes, he shouted, "Take my load!" I felt his cock spasm 8 times, filling my ass as he came deep inside me. Pulling out, he collapsed on top of me. Crawling up my body, he surprised me by kissing me. "Would you come to Boston and be my permanent boi?" He asked. "It's a flattering offer, Sir, but I enjoy being versatile and I doubt I'm capable of being a 24/7 boi and also I'm not cut out for monogamy!' I replied. "You've restored my faith in humanity and given me a wonderful memory, boi. If you don't mind, I have an early flight tomorrow and I should get some sleep." I returned to Brooklyn well fucked.

Wednesday had definitely earned its nickname “Hump day” today! I woke up at the ungodly hour of 5am feeling extremely horny! With morning wood, aching balls and cunthole aching for dick I decided to get hunting while getting my hole ready. After 30 minutes checking the usual app and sites I got a msg from a very horny 21yr old ginger builder lad looking for a juicy hole to drain his heavy hairy balls in. I told him he’d found his juicy hole & told him were to come, he was gunna be here for 6am. Opening the door to find him wearing his builders boots, joggers with his hard dick push out, hoody & high-vis vest! My horniness intensified going off the scale, he went to take his boots off but I told him to leave them on. He pushed his joggers down and his juicy thick hairy uncut ginger dick sprang out! He was eager to get it in my cunthole letting me have a very quick taste of it before he got me bent over the back of my sofa. He pushed his foreskin over his big swollen purple bell end, rubbed his pre cum on my hole and pushed hit in. I gasped and groaned with pleasure as the initial sting turned to waves of pleasure. His rough hands gipping me at the hips he dripped his dick in me hard fast and balls deep! “ Your pussy feels so fuckin good” he said “ I’m getting close” through my groaning i told him his dick felt fuckin amazing & I begged him to breed me as i groaned louder & louder! A few seconds later he roared & thrust balls deep into me! His dick was pumping hard & fast, so fast I almost instantly lost count. I was distracted & very turned on by the warm feeling inside me of his cum filling me up, it was like he was pissing cum into me. He slowly eased his still rock hard dick out of my hole, just before he bell end popped out his juicy cum started leaking out, once out his load gushed out running down my balls & inner thighs! I groaned with pleasure as I reached back to feel my sloppy hole! He then said “ I’ve got more for you I’m going back in” leaning on my elbows I worked my nipples as he rammed back in my sloppy squelching cunthole! He raided it hard for a minute or so then said he was gunna cum again! He thrust hard again, legs trembling as he roared! His dick pumped hard again but not as fast, I gently gripped his dick which made him groan & make hard thrusts into me. This was when he made me cum, I’d been getting close and this was the final jabs on the spot that were needed to make me cum. I howled as my legs trembled & my dick squirted my thick load down the back of the leather sofa. He was very pleased with himself as I sucked him clean & eagerly agreed to meeting again soon. Even after breeding bred twice and cumming my cunthole was still hungry so after cleaning up I got back to checking online. It was now nearly 7am & loads more guys online, while scrolling on scruff I saw one of my fit young fuck buds from the nearby uni was online. He’s a very horny muscular black lad who’s studying sports & plays football (soccer) with his mates as well as being in the uni football team, as a result he had gorgeously big muscular & very hairy thighs that are so good to grip hold of when on your back taking his big dick. I woofed him & msg’d him offering to drain his balls! He replied almost instantly talking me up on my offer as long as I didn’t mind it being quick cos he had training with the team at 8am. I told him my sloppy cum filled pussy didn’t mind & I’d be ready for him on my back in the garden as usual. He loves it outdoors in all weathers & he such a good fuck u don’t even noise the cold or rain in the winter! He came through the garden gate with his sports back hiding his massive hard dick in his compression pants. He dropped the bag, pushed down his pants revealing his huge uncut dick & his gorgeous hairy legs. I was on my back on workouts mat & towel, he got between my legs & pushed his 10” dick in, I groaned as he went balls deep & leaned in for a kiss. He plowed me hard & deep for a good 20 minutes ending with us on our sides, him fucking me from behind when he bred me with his big thick creamy load. Before leaving he gave me the bbrt profile details of a new top mate of his that he’s teamed up with a few times saying “ He’s a big black muscle bull who loves digging his dick in white arse”. The edge had been taken off my cuntholes aching for dick....that was until I got on bbrt & found this guys profile! 🤤 6’3” tall, big muscles with gorgeous big hairy pecs and a huge uncut dick! My pussy was now like an over excited child & it ached with equal intensity! He was offline but I messaged him anyway saying who’s given me his details etc then had a quick look on the other apps before plugging my hole to keep the cum in me while i had another shower to freshen up. After my shower I saw notifications on my phone & Mac, 2 guys really got my attention with their horny messages. One was a stocky married guy with a fat 8” uncut dick looking for a quick fuck in his bed while his wife was out, breeding my arse right where breeds her. The other guy a fit 25 yr old Bulgarian lad with a tanned complexion & nice big chiselled hairy pecs, big uncut 9” cock, big untouched bush round his dick, big hairy balls, very hairy meaty bubble arse & very hairy legs. His msg asking if I was up for a long session getting his big gypsy cock in me filling me with his big gypsy loads!! I replied to the married guy saying I could go to him now & asking for his address. I then messaged the Bulgarian saying I was about to get str8 married cum in my arse was he up for coming over in about 30 minutes. As I arrived at the married guys house Bulgarian replied saying he’d wait, I replied saying I’d msg him very soon. Married guys big fat dick and stocky hairy body really turned me on, on my back feeling his weight and powerful thrusts inside me in his marital bed. I milked his dick with my cunthole making him cum quick! He bred a big thick load in me then pushed my plug back in just before I left. I’d been in & out in 20 minutes, I msg the Bulgarian saying I was ready for his big gypsy dick. He arrived 5 minutes after me, handsome lad, about 5’9” strong muscular build with the odd scar on his body which enhanced his sexy gypsy wilderness! He was very dominant and aggressive which I love. Using me for his pleasure and satisfaction, manhandling me into whatever position he wanted! 7 hours of hard sweaty rough fucking and breeding. He bred 4 loads in my cunthole and shot a 5th down my throat. He made me orgasm 3 times and surprised me at the end when he offered up his gorgeous hairy arse which I’d been lustfully groping the whole time! When I realised he wasn’t joking my dick instantly got hard and I wasted no time getting my dick in. I fucked him hard and after 5 minutes I was breeding my big thick load in him, roaring from the intense orgasm! shortly after 6pm a bbrt notification popped up on my Mac, it was the guy I’d messaged in the morning. He asked if I was free tonight for a 3sum with him and a mate & could I accom. I told him I was up for it and I could accom, he said his name was Andre & they’d be he by 8:30pm Andre looked even more god like in the flesh, his huge arms shoulders & pecs bursting out of the track suit jacket he was wearing & his joggers skin tight in his big muscular thighs & muscle arse. His mate is a white guy called Richard, nearly as tall as Andre, muscular too but more a swimmer build, dark hair, blue eyes, thin layer of flat smooth fur coving his pecs, big wild natural bush around his thick 9” uncut dick & hairy low hanging balls. Nice strong legs covered in thick dark curly hairy as is his muscle arse. After giving them both oral while both too turned deep rimming me they fucked me, Andre first, fucking me hard & rough while I sucked Rich, he fucked till breeding his load in me then they swapped. After breeding a load each in me we blew big clouds & the started tag teaming my arse taking turns to raid my cunthole hard, we moved to the wet room shower for some very horny piss fuck action. After more cloud blowing things got harder & rougher. It’s 7:30am Thursday morning & we’re have a short break. They’ve been stretching my cunthole with their big thick manly finger trying to fist fuck me & open me up enough to double fuck me.

He's older, about 50, barely speaks any english, so we have limited talking fuck sessions. Has a grindr with no profile and no profile pic, but I live in a small town and he was only 700ft away from me, so when I first started using Grindr, I thought what the hell. I'm one of these guys where, if I like your cock, you can fuck me, and I don't really need to see your face first or anything. The first encounter was kinda boring. Banged me and it was ok, only lasted a few minutes. After being a little disappointed, I stopped messaging him for a while and couldn't find ANY other grindr guys willing to come over (I only host). One day I was super fucking horny and was willing to just deal with ANY cock in my ass, even if it wasn't a great fucking. So I responded to his last message and told him to come over. He was a little more rough, but he had slipped in without a condom. I'm normally a bit more selective of who I let fuck me raw, but I let it happen and found his raw cock to feel very nice up my ass. I was on my knees and he went at it for a little while, and blew it in my mouth. I swallowed it and laid on the couch feeling more satisfied than the last time, After that I decided I'd let him fuck me raw any time, and he comes over any time I ask at the drop of a hat. His sessions grew better, and eventually he was either fully comfortable or was no longer holding back, because I got up to regular poundings of about 30 minutes or so. Usually with a load in my mouth or on my back or belly. He is a BIG cummer too, which I love. Well, last time, which was a couple weeks ago now, he was a little extra rough with me. I set my phone up to record, and I'm glad I did. He walked in, told me to get on my knees, and fucked me without a word for 20 or so minutes. It was hard and deep, and finally he blew his load in me. It's rare I get to take a creampie, but I've loved it in every single instance. This one, after he left I turned toward the camera and pushed it out of my ass. I LOVED how much it was. A nice, full, load. He put his clothes on and left, so I pulled out one of my toys and fucked my creampied ass with it and came so hard.

I texted my boss an ass pic once accidentally. I was having a text conversation with a potential trick when my boss texted me. In trying to keep both conversations going, I sent the pic to the wrong person. Fortunately, he is also gay and a buddy from way back before he became my boss. We had a laugh and agreed not to talk about it.

"Oh Fuck me!", what did I just say? He needed no more encouragement. After a few fucks from his raw cock I found my voice; "You are safe aren't you ... when was your last test?" Still grinning, "Got my results 3 weeks ago. " his excellent fucking continued. "Oh good ... ... wait ... wait,and you are negative... right? " "FUCK NO " Silence on my part as his pounding picked up . As my voice came back, "then you are Poz? His grin and nod. "then you've started meds?" "Shit no! Why would I do that?" As I half heartedly tried to pull away from him he pinned me fast. "No ... pull out, get off me " I whimpered. But I clearly was not backing up my words with forceful actions. He bent down and kissed me with his luscious lips. I opened to his kiss and soon our tongues were entwined. His long raw cock deeper inside me than ever. "Please pull out" I pleaded, "I don't want to get infected ... I've never even bbed before. " Through his confident grin, " Look . What difference will it make now. You've already been exposed to a flood of my toxic precum... (as his movement began) just let me fuck you raw for a bit. " "Ok ... just a bit. You'll pull out before you cum right? What did I just say? To be continued

Thé power of Chastity

Now that I am locked I can cum and get bred and continue to cum without issue.

I live in Japan where PReP is stupidly still not available. I have to order generic online (can only order one bottle per order for Japan - annoying). Been on it for about a year now and had not problems. The brand I get is Tenvir made by a pharmaceutical company in India. It is FDA approved and has the same active ingredients as Truvada and much cheaper.

Finally got a load from a guy I have known for years. Great Furry Dadbod and bushy beard. Top, but always played safe, but been inching towards bare for a few months. He knows I am on Prep and every time we go a bit further. We both knew what was going to happen. I go round , usuall play, quiet passionate, then gets me on all fours and pushes in. Now this guy is profoundly deaf and Romanian, so his written English is flawless, but spoken is usuall just grunts, I have to listen hard just to guess what he is saying. Anyway he says something, which I take to be, " Can I cum in you". I give the thumbs up and he dropped a load in me. Good fuck, I enjoy it with him as we do not talk, no point, so it is silent.

A long term FWB of mine had injured himself. He was stuck at home for about 3 weeks and was losing his mind. He knows I live alone and have been laying pretty low, so he called out of the blue and said "Let's fuck... I'm horny as fuck". He usually likes a good aggressive rutting of my hole and dumping a porn star load. I got there and we got naked quick in his living room. After we 69'd for a while, he rolled onto his back and asked if I would ride him.... due to this injury...... He said he hadn't cum in a week because of this injury and had a big load to donate. So I lubed him up with spit and throat juices and sat on his cockhead, grasped his hairy thighs and impaled myself slowly onto his hard dick. He actually moaned when I bottomed out. Then we passed some poppers back and forth and he told me this was a first for him.... he just wanted me to really grind down slow or ride his cock hard for MY pleasure and see what HE got to feel anything interesting. I found it kinda hot because he said it was a first for him with him not in control of the fuck. I gave him the total treatment that he always told me he loved... gripping and releasing his uncut dick with my ass muscles, taking the head to the edge and squeezing him and of course on every downward slide I would open up a little wider and he would get a little deeper. I could tell he was very turned on by his cock being rock fucking hard. I could slide it against my prostate as I rode. It sent electricity through my hole and up to my brain. I could hear him moaning in the background as we kept taking some slow hits on the poppers and picking up some speed. We both love to talk dirty. He is 20 years younger than me, so I typically lead him on by asking if he is enjoying the juicy Daddy hole? can he feel me milking his cock? does he know I plan to milk his cum from his cock while his head is up inside my second hole so it is nice and deep? He loves the older man, executive Daddy type. He has told me a number of times over the years while we fuck. Bedroom, pool table, swimming pool patio chairs, piano, outdoor bar, sling, garden shed.... oh yea... he likes older Daddy's and 90% of the time he wants to seed my hole. Every now and then, he just rolls onto his knees and presents his very hairy hole to me and tells me to load him up. Today, I had a really nice thing happening with this 8" dick hitting my prostate and I just forgot he was there and rode him like a beast. I wanted that cock to bring me off, and by gawd, I could feel the cum starting to churn in my balls as they slapped around his balls. We fucked and sweated (thanks to his fireplace being on) and egged one another on to cum and shoot loads. And I had him deep inside my second hole and was taking a huff and grinding down harder and harder and deeper..... then he started to make this unique moan he always makes just before he starts to cum and I caught the sound of it as I started to blow cum all over his thighs and knees and my fingers. He pulled me down on his cock as I continued to pump, and he was pounding up into my hole as hard as I was ramming my hole down onto his meat. He grabbed both my hips and let out a yell that surprised me and he did about 8-10 good hard thrusts up inside of me. I could feel the warmth spread all around the top of my hole and could feel it oozing around his cock as it seeped from his slower withdrawals and pushes. "Holy fuck" he said. " I have NEVER cum from a guy riding my dick. Ever. That was fucking crazy just watching you ride my cock and watch your shoulders and back and ass muscles while you used my warm cock as a big dildo. And dude, I could feel you just milking and squeezing my cock as you sat down .... opening your hole to a gape to drive my cock deeper. Then I could feel you squeezing and tightening right up as you rose up and pulled the head of my cock right to the edge of your asslips until they stretched. The view of your ass lips dripping my precum and stretched around my cock put me over the edge." I smiled at him and crawled off his dick, swung around and licked from the bottom of his balls all the way to the uncut dripping head. When I was done, his cock was spotless. When I rolled off of him, he slipped a couple of fingers in my very wet and stretched hole and waited for me to push some cum onto the ends. He felt me squeeze some cum down inside my hole towards my opening and he scooped it out, twisting it around gently so he didn't lose any. He looked right at me as he licked the backside of his fingers from tip to knuckle, then he offered the inside of his fingers and all that juicy cum. So I leaned forward and licked from the bottom to the tips as well. He went back to the hole 3 or 4 times and we shared his 'few days' of cum. Nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I felt him move. Since I am single and normally sleep alone, it took a moment to register what was going on, where I was, and who was in bed with me. It all came flooding back to me and I sat up startled and looked him in the eye. He was already awake. “So, remember me? Begging me for my load? My toxic load? That load that I brushed into your hole? Oh yes, I remember. What have I done? I cautiously said, “Yes, I remember. Is it true? Are you really toxic? He just smiled and kissed me. My hand started to roam his body and I felt his hard on. Damn! My dick started to grow too. He broke the kiss and looked over toward the nightstand. “I thought I saw this earlier. Let’s get some examples.” He picked up a Sharpie that I keep by the bed in case a top wants to write “Slut” or something on my ass. He leaned over and started drawing near my left nipple. I couldn’t really tell what it was at first. But then he moved his hand and I recognized the biohazard sign, spiraling out from my nipple. I was panicking, my heart was racing, and my dick was oozing precum. When he finished, he leaned back to admire his work. “Yes, I think that is a good start. I will let you know if that is where you will be marked, or if I want it somewhere else. But over your heart may be best.” I guess that answers my question. His load that is swimming in my hole must really be toxic. “So, what happens next?” Just as he was about to answer, his phone dinged with a message. He got out of bed and picked up his phone and read the message. “Oh, perfect! Let me take a picture of that and send it to him. Smile.” He quickly took 2 pictures, one full body with my face, and one as a close up of his new artwork. I heard the Whoop sounds of texts being sent. I was really nervous. He just took a picture of my face, showing a biohazard mark on my chest, and sent it to someone. “Wait, don’t I get to say who sees this?” His phone dinged again and he didn’t answer my question. “What was your address again? He wants to come over even though my babies haven’t taken hold yet. But you will like it any way. He brings a lot to the table.” His eyes twinkled. I don’t think I want to know what that means. I didn’t ask any questions. His phone dinged again. “He will be here in a few minutes. Do you happen to have any sounding rods?” “Yes, on the shelf in the closet.” He opened the closet door and looked around. He was looking at my clothes. “You got any clothes that advertise that you are a slut? Jock straps? Sexy underwear? Tshirts with something sexy on it? “Yes, in the drawers over there.” I pointed to the chest of drawers. “You will probably need more. I don’t want guys seeing you in the same thing all the time. And some of it my get ripped if someone gets rough. We can start picking some things out later.” He finds the sounding rods and brings them over to the bed. When he opens up the set, he smiled really big. “You little slut. I knew you were a whore. You are going to really enjoy what I will be showing you. If you have this kind of sounding set, I am betting you have a lot more toys we can use” My mind started racing through multiple thoughts. Who is he? Who is coming over? Is he really toxic? Am I asleep? Why does he want sounding rods? What does this other guy bring to the table? Why am I not resisting any of this? Why can’t I seem to ask any of these questions out loud? I seem to have accepted what he said as basic truth, to be held as an absolute. That’s really not like me. Or, I guess more correctly, that’s really not what I used to be like.

Wow. Time flies. Hard to believe it has been almost 2 1/2 years since I posted this story. I wonder if there is any interest in me writing more of it.

This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."

Martin and Nick walked through the halls of the bathhouse, casually glancing at the other young men roaming about, with all only wearing white towels around their waists. Nick was very comfortable as they strolled about, but Martin found himself more excited and nervous, as it was his first time in a bath house. Martin nearly stopped in his track when he saw Diego walk by. Diego was about 6 ft 2, 150 pounds, nicely tanned and toned just the way Martin favored. Diego gave a slight smile as he passed; and Martin pretended not to be staring all the while. Martin also tried not to stare at the conspicuous bulge underneath Diego's towel that nobody could have missed. "Stay away from him," Nick whispered just as they passed each other. "Why? He's hot!" Martin tried hard to whisper in return. "Eh .. I dunno, but he's 'HIV'" Nick explained. "Ohh .. damn. really? That's a shame. He's soo hot," Martin replied turning back once again hoping to get another glimpse of his new object of desire. Nick was annoyed, " NO, seriously. Don't even talk to him. Somehow, he ends up fucking every guy that approaches him. It ain't worth it." Martin pretended to nod, but was now annoyed at Nick. The guy could probably use a friend, Martin reasoned. Martin also imagined Nick was jealous. They just broke up two weeks ago, and Nick was always trying to cock-block Martin. It was funny that Nick was the one to call it off. Nick had a few extra pounds, and everyone always wondered why Martin was with him. Despite a few hot guys about here and there, Martin found himself secretly hoping he'd bump into Diego again. And Nick was becoming increasingly pesky, Martin decided. About a half hour later, Martin nearly stopped in place once again when he spotted Diego at the opposite side of a dark lounge area. Martin hoped Nick wouldn't notice, and fortunately Nick was fixated on some other guy in the area. Diego spotted Martin and grinned slightly, while making a head nod towards the bathroom door. Diego then entered the men's room, and it was obvious he wanted Martin to follow. "I need to go to the bathroom," Martin told Nick. "I'll be back in a few." Nick barely noticed Martin's departure as he gawked at the guy he was thinking about approaching. Martin had never been so nervous .. sneaking off to see a guy, let along a guy with HIV. He felt oddly compelled, though, to meet Diego. As Martin entered the bathroom, Diego was just finishing up at the urinal. Diego turned once he heard the door, and couldn't help but to turn just enough to give his visitor a brief glimpse of the huge cock that dangled in front of him as he shook it a couple of times. Martin felt embarrassed and short for words. He felt short in other areas now having glanced at the large cock now still bulging under Diego's now-wrapped waist. "Hey, follow me, we can talk more privately here," Diego said as he went towards the "staff only" door in the corner of the men's room, " it's okay, my friend manages the place. We can hang out here." Martin didn't know why, but he found himself immediately obeying his new-found friend into the "staff only" area which turned out to be a small supply closet. Diego locked the door as Martin entered and assured him, "You look nervous. I just want a private place to talk to get to know you. Here, have a seat on a bucket." Martin laughed nervously, but felt more at ease now. He tried not to glance at the bulge under Diego's towel. They both sat and faced each other on their respective buckets. "It's kinda hot in here," Diego said, "I hope you don't mind if i take this off .. besides you kinda saw the only thing I'm hiding here anyways." Diego removed his towel, folded it up, and sat down on his now padded bucket, while his huge dick rested about half way down his thigh. "Oh, sure .. I don't mind," Martin said as he swallowed a bit nervously, "you're really hot." Martin had never been so shy around a guy before, even though he had only dated a few guys since coming out. Was it the HIV status or the mammoth penis that was in front of him that made him tongue-tied? "Thanks, you're hot yourself," Diego replied. "Are you from the area?" "Silver Lake," Martin answered, "on the edge of Hollywood. Are you from here?" "Yeah, West Hollywood," Diego continued, "born and raised here." "I feel so tiny compared to you," Martin said thinking about his slighter body frame, and then realized the double-meaning behind what he said. "You're perfect," Diego complimented "and you're looking quite big down there actually." Martin realized he couldn't hide his erection very well now, despite being much smaller than Diego's soft cock. "Oh .. um" he chuckled. "Sorry .. I just never saw a cock as big as yours and all, and this just kinda happened," and he laughed nervously to himself. He found it difficult to make eye contact as he brought up the question weighing on his mind, "So .. is it true .. you have HIV?" Diego was prepared for the question and said, "Yeah, I'm poz. But don't worry this thing isn't going to just wake up and crawl up your butt without your permission." Martin looked up from his feet and laughed a little, "Is it true you've fucked a lot of guys?" Diego knew his reputation preceded him, "Yeah, I've fucked a lot of guys." "Did they know you were poz?" Martin asked. "Yeah, I always tell them," said Diego. "Wow, and they still want to get fucked?" Martin asked, in disbelief. "Yeah .. I guess lots of them like a big cock; and never had one before. A few of them might be chasers," Diego explained. "Chasers?" Martin asked inquisitively. "Yeah .. bug chasers. People that are turned on by guys with HIV. I've met a few. Something about the risk of getting pozzed while they get fucked gets them turned on. For them, it's the best fuck they ever have," Diego elaborated. "Wow. I never heard of that. I can see people wanting your cock, though," Martin said now staring fully at it; and feeling incredibly turned on. Martin found himself contemplating having the big cock in front of him enter him, and felt his cock throbbing at the thought of it. It's a risk, Martin thought to himself. But this guy is so hot, and his cock is perfect, Martin kept thinking. "You're kinda shy," Diego said, "lemme make this easy for you." Diego stood up directly in front of Martin and brushed his big soft cock against Martin's face. Martin instinctively opened up and wrapped his mouth about the tip and slowly started sucking on it while it came to life and quickly hardened. "Damn, you're good," Diego said after gasping for a moment .."Very good. Suck that cock." Martin could barely get half-way down the long thick cock in front of him, but expertly sucked and licked as much as he could. He couldn't believe he was sucking on a poz cock, but was so turned on by the huge dick, he didn't care anymore. Martin reached down and pulled his cock out from his towel and stroked it as he sucked on Diego's big cock. Diego moaned and asked, "You want that big cock up your ass?" Martin stopped sucking for a moment and was nervous again, "Ummm .. I dunno. Let me just suck on it some more for now" and Martin went back to giving head. Moments later, both were startled by a knock at the door. "Martin , it's Nick. I know you're in there! C'mon man, you better not be with Diego." Martin felt a sense of panic, like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Diego was annoyed, "Go away. We're busy." Nick was agitated, "Oh my god, Martin are you in there? Don't let that poz guy fuck you!" Diego grabbed Martin by the back of the head and aimed his cock at Martin's mouth. Martin now felt unusually turned on by the heated exchange and resumed sucking on Diego's cock as best as he could. A few moments later, Nick pounded on the door again, "Martin, come out! Come out now!" Martin and Diego ignored Nick. Moreover, Martin now felt compelled to let Diego have his ass. Martin stopped sucking, and got down on all fours. Diego immediately knew to take position, and spit onto his hand, applied it to his tip; and slowly started to enter Martin from behind. For the moment, Martin forget about Diego's HIV status. He just wanted to get back at Nick for being such a dick and he felt overwhelmed by letting his ass get fucked while his ex was on the other side of the door. Diego eased the first couple inches of himself into Martin; and Martin gasped and tried to stifle his moan. Diego continued to move into the tight smooth ass presented to him, while Martin clenched his jaw and tried to accommodate the massive cock making its entrance. The next few knocks on the door by Nick did nothing but heighten the excitement both Martin and Diego were feeling. Now that Diego was several small thrusts into Martin, he knew that there was no stopping him now. Emboldened by his success, he raised his voice and directed some remarks through the door, "Go away, man. I'm trying to fuck someone here." Nick was in shock and irate and pounded on the door, "Goddamnit Martin! Stop! Let me in. This is fucked up!" Martin had past the point of anxiety and pain; and had succumbed to the pleasure that was his ass getting filled up by big cock and felt increasingly defiant, "Fuck off, Nick! Go away!" Diego felt confirmed by Martin's words; and picked up his pace and eventually was fucking Marting with at least seven of this nine inches with deliberate jabs; that prompted a grunt with each push. Martin's voice was raised; and he abandoned his resolve to hide his vocal responses. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Martin blurted; as Diego plowed at his hole. "Martin! Please stop!!" Nick begged from the opposite side of the door. Both Diego and Martin were now incredibly turned on not just by the hot fuck they were having; but by the jealousy and rage of Nick's display. Diego made sure that everything he said was loud enough for Nick to hear. "You like that poz cock up your ass?" Diego elicited. "Yes! Fuck yes!" Martin nearly yelled. Nick pounded on the door a few more times, only encouraging more hardcore fucking. "That's right, take my big cock, you little whore!" Diego barked. "Oh .. my .. OH .. feels so good" Martin could barely sputter. Martin could barely think straight. He was as surprised as he was happy at how good such a massive cock could feel in his tight hole. He didn't imagine he could feel such pleasure. And he couldn't help but to think that a poz cock was inside him; and somehow it didn't matter anymore. In fact, it was great that his ex was hearing him get fucked by a hot guy with a huge cock; and he relished in the thought that a guy with hiv was now pounding his hole on top of that. "You want more poz cock?!" Diego asked. "YES!" Martin was nearly shouting, "More. Please fuck me more. MORE! MORE! MORE!" Nick was beyond pissed. He shouted through the door, "You're a fucking whore, Martin. You're gonna get AIDS and die, you fucking whore. I hope you enjoy your fuck!" And then Nick stormed off, but not before he could hear Martin's only response "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Diego picked up his pace and now as delivering all nine inches into Martin with deliberate and forceful strokes. "Oh shit!" Martin yelled, ".. feels ... so .. fucking .. good!" "Are you ready for my load?" Diego asked. Martin was nearing the edge of the most intense orgasm he felt building within him. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Martin yelled. Diego drilled relentlessly. Martin felt the huge cock get even bigger in his ass and knew a climax was near. "HERE IT COMES!!!" Diego exclaimed as he unloaded deep with Martin's ass. "OH FUCK!!!!" Martin cried as he felt his ass get slick and then jizzed all over the floor beneath him. Diego grabbed Martin's head and kissed him from behind as he continued to pump his jizz up Martin's butt. Martin darted his mouth into Diego's mouth and gladly welcomed the hot cum deep inside him.

So I'm hoping this is the right part of the forum to post this. As the title suggest, I'm a slut for these types of dudes. Then again, I'm a slut for a lot of types LOL The ubermasculine, tough and rough type of straight dudes, I'm immediately noticing these type of boys on the street. They don't have to be clasically handsome, they might have rough edges, brutish looks and it turns me on 😛 Some of them white trash also looks a bit more sleazy and unkempt but still ruggedly hot in a way, like damn there are some hot af homeless guys out there who I just want to slurp up. And I have to admit, if they are the guys that are 'all-about-the-pussy' and 'fag basher' types, it makes this boy even hornier. Not saying pretty boys aren't hot, wouldn't say no to one but there's just something special about them lol I like to sort of 'hunt' my way towards them, try to suggest and seduce them but it doesn't always work. But when it does, I feel like the the literal whore in heat haha. Most of them completely forget the condom when they actually get in the zone (sometimes with the help of a good porn with some busty girl) and just want to ram their delicious cocks into a hole. When they finish, they pretty much leave in a hurry or make me leave as fast as possible. Also there's this side to it where you have to coax some of them with actual cash and aren't all comfortable in it. Is it bad to say it makes me hot that I still get to enjoy their straight cocks? Surely I'm also not the only one here who's into these sort of things right?

Dave was stressed. He worked an upper level executive job and was overworked right now. There was a big merger happening and it was Dave's job to make sure everything went smoothly. He also was making sure no one lost their job. He was working 12-16 hours on a good day. He pretty much was sleeping at the office. Dave needed a break but was unable to get one. When it was finially finished he was told that the next project for him was going to start in a few days. No rest or vacation for him. He did take time for a regular check up with his doctor. The doc wanted to put Dave on medication but Dave refused. He knew it was his schedule and bad eating habits brought on by work that was the cause of his stress and high blood pressure. So instead Dave took more rest time. He would hit the gym on site for at least an hour a day, eat better and see a massage therapist at least once a week. He wanted someone who was trustworthy. Two friends that he had intrudiced to each other, Jack and Seth, who became really close in the past few weeks, told Dave about a guy they both used. They swore by him. He relieved their stress and open their eyes to a new way of thinking about life. He is so exclusive that you need to know a client before you gave an appointment. "He is the best ever." Seth claimed. Jack agreed, "He showed us how to be better and to embrace a new life, you need that." They gave him a business card. It said his name was "Z" and bosted that, "a PoZitive experience awaits for you." Dave thought it was nothing more then a play on words because of his name. He would soon find out the truth because he called and made an appointment. He asked for the full service, like his friends recomended. Dave went to the address on the day of the appointment. It was at an office complex not far from where he lived. Dave hit the intercom buzzer and was told everything was open for him. When he entered the office it was in almost total darkness. The only light came from many lit candles that were giving off a strong, but wonderful and relaxing, scent. Following the trail of candles he soon met Z. Since the room where the massage would happen had more then just candles lighting it Dave could see that Z was a great looking man in his early 20s. Z had brown hair that was longish and dark brown eyes like seemed to shine. He was in tremedious shape. He was shirtless and wore only shorts. "Not at all what I was expecting." Dave thought. Z shook his hand and said hello and welcome. When that happened Dave felt like a bolt of lighting jolted him and a fog started to hit him. "Get undressed and lie on the bed, om your belly." Z told him. Dave did as was told. The bed was big enough for four people to lie on it. Z then lit more of the same candles at the ends of the bed. Smal fans blew the smoke and that intoxicaiting scent into his nostrals. Dave felt himselh losing inhibiations. Then the massage started. Z rubbed Dave's back, neck and legs perfectly. Dave never felt such pleasure in his life. The oil used must have had the same thing that made the candles scent make him so relaxed. He could feel his dick getting hard. How was this happening. Dave is, was, straight. He never thought about doing anything sexualy with men. This was changing. Z soon did something really unexpected. He inserted a finger into Dave's ass. He was so relaxed that he put up no resistance. It was a tight fit though. Z rubbed the tip of his finger around and Dave thought he made some cuts. "Roll onto your back." Z said after removing his finger. Dave did as commanded. Z removed his shorts revealing the biggest dick he had ever seen. It was massive. "Are you ready for the PoZitive part of this?" Dave was confused but shook his head yes. Z thengrabbed Dave's ankles and lifted him them high in the air exposing his ass. Z then came in closer and started rubbing the head of his massive cock against Dave's virgin asshole. "Here is what you need." He looked up and in what sounded like a prayer said, "Thank you my MASTER for this." Then he pushed his dick into Dave so fast and hard that Dave screamed in pain. Z managed to get all of it inside of him. As Z pushed and pushed his dick into Dave he could feel his ass stretching and opening up to accept this invasion. Dave never felt anything like it. It was the best thing he ever experienced. Z was a master of fucking. He sped up and slowed down at the right times to make sure Dave was experiencing the best possible fuck. "Oh god, please keep fucking me." Dave whimpered. Z just smiled. Soon Z started breathing hard. "Here it comes, my Poz cum. My toxic demon jizz." He shot a load right into Dave's ass. Dave came at th same time. He thought it was going to end. "Just relax, I am no where near finished." Z kept fucking him. Dave's eyes rolled into the back of his head and passed out from the pleasure and the experience. He woke up to find that Z was still fucking him. "Once I start, I do not stop until I am done. And I was no where near done. You are getting my high viral loads. You are getting my gift." Dave knew that ment HIV but did not care. If he were to die right then and there it would be worth it. "Yes,fuck my ass. Give me HIV. Give me your blessed poison.: With those words Z shot another load into him. It looked like that was the last one because Z stopped. He allowed hisself to get softer while still inside Dave until he pulled out. Dave was exausted but Z procedded to lick Daves ass until he had plenty of cum in it. He then kissed Dave so he could taste what was now infrcting him. "Tasty?" Dave only nodded yes. They stayed in the bed for a litte while longer. Dave learned that there was a spell in the candles and oils that make one open to getting fucked by guys. "My MASTER taught me how to do it." "I am glad he did." Dave replied. "So what now?" "Now you go get checked and when you turn up poz we will celebrate." Dave knew that was going to happen real soon.

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I'm 25 and just had my first raw experience last week. I'm 5'8" and 190 lbs, with a stocky/muscular build, and a tight bubble butt that guys love to eat. I'd been fucked before, but always safe. I loved the feeling of a cock in my ass, the thought of a guy dominating me always gets me rock hard! I'd always used the internet to hookup with guys. I thought it was safer since I could talk to the guy beforehand. I had Friday off and started looking online for some fun. Craigslist, manhunt, and squirt. The usual. I wasn't getting many hits since there weren't many guys online during the middle of the day. I started watching some porn. Treasure Island Media, bareback gangbang porn. This shit always gets me off. I got so horny and I randomly clicked on the cruising tab on squirt and started checking out the local cruising scene. I'd thought about cruising in public before, but never had the balls to try. But I was so damn horny, especially after edging! What's the worst that could happen? I looked up a local park downtown, got the address on my phone, and headed out. The bus ride only took about 20 minutes, and I was nervous the whole time. I'd never done anything like this before. I'd read up online how to cruise, signals and stuff to look for. I walked down some stairs to get to the park, and saw a grouping of trees in front of me. There were two trails, one looked like it lead to an open area where families were having a picnic, and the other led deeper into the park. I took trail number two, and walked about a hundred meters. There were trails opening up on either side of me as I walked, but I kept going straight. I came to a clearing with two picnic tables. There was a guy lying with his shirt off on one of them. I stopped and checked him out. He was in his late 30's, blond and had an average build with some body hair. I slowly walked by, and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. I saw his head prop up and could see him looking at me. Was he cruising? Or just tanning? I walked to the end of the clearing and glanced back once. He was staring at me. I got rock hard, but kept walking. Fuck it, I thought. I turned back around and went back to the trail I came in from. He got up from the table and followed me. Oh fuck, this is actually happenining! I didn't know what to do! So I kept walking, turning down a side path. I walked slowly, to see if he would come up behind me. He kept walking straight down the path though, and didn't turn when I did. I thought about turning around and following him, but decided to keep going. I came to another clearing, this one was smaller, with no picnic tables. I saw another guy lying on a towel on the ground tanning. This was the guy I wanted! He was just my type. He was in his 40's, with salt and pepper hair and a trimmed moustache. He had a stocky, but solid build, with a treasure trail leading from his pecs down to his tummy. He was wearing a pair of blue square cut trunks that showed off what looked like a hefty package. I took out a towel from my backpack and spread it out on the ground. I started to slowly undress, shaking the whole time, and tried looking at the guy out of the corner of my eye. His eyes looked like they stayed closed. Damn. Ah well, I finished stripping down to my underwear, a pair of skimpy black briefs. I lied on my stomach and tried to relax. I felt like I was still shaking. I whipped out my phone and hopped on grindr. Nobody close by. Damn. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun on my body. I opened my eyes at one point and looked over. The hottie was looking at me, then he turned away. I hopped back on my phone. Ding ding ding! 0 meters away, there he was! I had hoped he was gay, and sure enough he was. I immediately hit him up with a 'Hi.' Not the greatest opener I know, but I was still nervous and couldn't come up with anything better. A few seconds of staring at my phone and he replied with 'Hi.' Yes! We chatted back and forth for a bit. His name was Dave, and he usually came here to tan, since it was relatively private. He asked what I was doing here, and told him I read about the park online and came to check it out. 'Check it out for what? ' There it was. Tell the truth, or come up with something lame. Here it was. 'Check out the cruising scene.' 'Yeah boy?' Oh god I love it when older guys call me boy. 'Yeah' I said. 'Check out what I've got for you.' I looked over at him and he grabbed his cock. I hadn't noticed til now, but he was rock hard. He looked down at his cock, then over to me. 'I want to suck you boy.' 'Yes Sir' I replied. I asked if he was a top or bottom. 'Top, but I don't want to fuck today.' Ah well, at least I'll get a blowjob. 'Follow me.' He put his towel away, and I followed suit. I sarted to put my clothes back on, when he walked over and told me to leave them off. 'You won't be needing them for what we're doing.' I put my clothes in my backpack, and followed him down a trail. I stayed back a few feet, but close enough to see him. After a few twists and turns we came to a clearing in the brush. I came in and Dave already had his towel down on the ground. I put mine down next to his. 'So you ever done it in public before?' 'No, this is my first time.' He growled, walked over to me, grabbed the back of my head, and forced his mouth against mine. My nerves had calmed down, and I forgot we were outside. We were both rock hard at this point. He started grinding his cock against mine in our underwear while we kissed deeply. 'I want your cock boy.' He knelt down and pulled my underwear down, exposing my 6" uncut cock. I was leaking precum, and he growled again when he saw it. He started rubbing his index finger and thumb along the tip of my cock, and I shivered with pleasure. He looked up at me and smiled, then wrapped his mouth around my cock. Oh fuck he was good! He gently probed the tip with his tongue, and I started moaning. After a few minutes he pulled back, and then went to work on my shaft. Up and down he licked, caressing with his tongue. He made his way down to my shaved balls and took them one at a time in his mouth. I felt like I was going to shoot then and there. He pulled back eventually, and told me to get on my hands and knees. I did as he instructed, and he got down behind me. He cupped my ass with his hands and let out a 'fuck yeah boy! What a sweet ass you've got.' I felt his tongue slowly start to probe my quivering hole. 'You like that?' Oh god yes! I couldn't even reply, I just moaned in pleasure. He chuckled to himself, and drove his tongue deeper in my hole. I started to jack myself off, and he grabbed my cock. 'Not yet boy, I want that load.' I don't know how long he rimmed me for. I was in ecstacy the whole time. Eventually though he grabbed my legs and flipped me over so that I was lying on my back. He raised my legs and kept working my hole over with his tongue. He went back and forth between my hole and my cock, teasing each one with his tongue. 'Fuuuuuck, you've got such a great ass!' 'Do you want to fuck me? I've got a condom in my backpack.' I reached over, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the ground. We locked gazes, and I saw something in his eyes. Something primal and raw. What had my ass unleashed in him? He pressed his lips against mine, more forcefully this time. His tongue thrust down my throat, and I tried to moan. He leaned back and looked me over. 'You asked before if I was a top or bottom. You know what I am, but what are you?' I told him I was a bottom, and he grinned. 'Bet you've wanted this in you the whole time eh boy?' He pointed down to his erect cock, still hidden behind his trunks. I could only nod. He stood up and took them off. His cock sprang to attention. It was 7 or 8 inches cut, and thick like a pop can, with a big mushroom head. I'd only ever seen a cock like this in porn. I couldn't take my eyes off it! He licked his hand, and began rubbing his cock. Then he grabbed my legs, pushed my legs back, and spat on my hole. Fuck that was hot! He tongued it for a bit, and I reached again for the condom in my bag. He grabbed my hand with his and growled. He leaned in to kiss me, and pressed his throbbing cock against my tight hole. We kept kissing, and he kept teasing my hole with his cock. Eventually he started to press harder, and the tip of his cock went in me. There was a short, sharp burst of pain and I winced. 'Shhhh, it's ok. Just breathe.' For a moment I realized I'm in the middle of a park, with some guy I just met, and he just put his cock in me bare. 'Wait,' I said breathlessly. 'I have a condom-' 'Doesn't matter boy. My cock's already in you.' And it was. He had slowly thrust his shaft in me. 'Please don't come in me ok? I've never been fucked without a condom on before.' 'Alright boy. But I can guarantee by the end of this you'll be begging for me to breed you.' I didn't know how right he would be. He slowly pulled out, and pushed back in, working up a rhythm. He started to go faster, and I started to moan loudly. He pulled back and readjusted us, so that he could slam his cock in me. I moaned louder. 'Wait,' I said again. I shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so good. He reached over and grabbed his trunks, then shoved them in my mouth. They tasted salty from his sweat and being outside tanning. He pinned my arms down and thrusting furiously back and forth in me. My moans were muffled by Dave's trunks. He let out a deep throaty growl and thrust so deeply in my I thought I was going to cum then and there. 'You going to be a good boy for daddy now?' I nodded. He took the trunks out of my mouth and leaned in to kiss me. 'I'm close boy, get ready for it.' Dave's head rolled back and he looked up at the sky, then back down to me. 'Your ass is so sweet boy. I wasn't going to fuck today, but when I started eating you I knew I had to breed it.' There was that word again, breed. 'Once I've got my cock in someone there's no pulling out. You're going to take my load. You ready for it?' I nodded and told him to breed me. A few thrusts later and Dave let out a furious growl. He placed his body close to mine and I could feel it shudder. He was cumming in me! And it felt so good! He stayed pressed up against me for a while, kissing me. He eventually pulled out, and his cum started to drip out. It must have been a pretty big load. 'Fuck boy that was good.' I nodded in agreement and just lay there. 'Your turn boy.' He knelt down and went to work on my cock. I shot almost immediately into his mouth, and he swallowed every last drop. He lay down next to me, and held me in his arms. I didn't realize it, but we had both been sweating furiously. He told me he was clean, and not to worry. I nodded and told him the same. He ended up fucking me again, getting me to ride him, and shot a second load in me. We exchanged numbers, and hopefully I will see him again soon. I never expected that my first time cruising in public would also be the first time I was fucked raw. Who knows, maybe I'll try bareback again soon.

Met up with a guy on Grindr today. I got to his place and he was immediately all over me kissing and groping me on the way to his bedroom. We strip down and I get to see his beautiful 8.5” cock, pictures didn’t do him justice, it’s thick like a big redbull can and curves slightly up. He throws me on the bed and starts eating my ass making me moan. He spits on his dick and shoved in but the pain was intense so I have him lay down as I straddle his cock. I work my ass down all 8.5” and I’m in bottom heaven. I start riding him as he calls me a slut, whore, just a hole for cock and cum which makes me ride him even harder. He pushes me face down and starts ramming my ass continuing the dirty talk. He flips me over so we’re face to face and spits in my mouth and slaps my face. He spits on me again as he starts choking me and telling me he’s going fill my slut hole with his poz cum. He pulls me back on top of him and tells me to jerk off and cum in his mouth which I do and after I feed him my load he slams balls deep in my hole and breeds me with his hot poz load. He pulls out and shoves a buttplug in my ass and tells me to keep his load in. He said he would be rough and he didn’t disappoint lol. I can’t wait to go back for round two.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. They say this summer has been hotter than most, and I’ll agree with that. In more ways than just the temperature. My name is Ryan and I need to tell you about this new guy I met. A bit about myself first, though. I’m in my late twenties, 27 to be exact. I’m gay and out and have been since high school. I’m not really a relationship guy, I like the freedom to fuck who and when I want. I’m a couple inches under six foot and about a hundred seventy pounds. I hit the gym occasionally, but my body stays toned from working construction for my uncle. I’ve had a beard since I turned 18 and keep it on the bushy side and the fur goes all the way down my body. A few guys I’ve been with told me I should trim it and thats the last they see of me. I like guys to have some fur. I’m not into shaved or naturally smooth guys. They just don’t turn me on. I have several piercings in each ear, a septum piercing in my nose, both nipples are pierced and a PA. Oh, and I have a bunch of ink. Both arms, a couple on my chest, my upper left leg, my right calf… you get the idea. Things had been going slow, sexually, but I knew someone would come along. In the mean time some porn and my right hand would have to do. A few weeks ago I stopped into the tattoo shop to talk to the guy thats done all of my ink about the back tattoo that we have been designing. I rode over on my bike (a cafe racer I built last year out of an old Honda CX650) and went into the shop in my leather jacket, wife beater, jeans and my well worn 10 eye Doc Martens. The artist, Sky, was working on a guy, putting down the first part of a piece that looked like it was going to go from his elbow up to his shoulder. I said “Hi” as I looked over the guy in the chair. He seemed to be a bit younger than me and really nervous. He was sitting there in some baggy shorts with his shirt off so that Sky could do his work. I couldn’t see any other ink on the guy which seemed strange. It looked funny since Sky had shaved part of the guy’s left pec, leaving the rest of his chest and abs covered in a thick dark fur. He was about my height, but skinnier. There was a little muscle but I could tell he probably had some kind of office job. He had a trimmed beard, a 4ga horseshoe earring in his left ear, and hair that seemed to be trying to be a tame mohawk. My cock started to stir and I was gazing, probably a bit too long, and Sky was introducing me to the guy. “Hey Ryan. Louis is finally getting inked. He’s been comin’ in here for over a year and finally pulled the trigger” Sky said. “Cool. Looks like he’s serious. No little shit tattoo that he hides so no one can see it. Oh, I’m Ryan. Good to meet you Louis” I replied. Louis winced as the needle jabbed into his tender chest skin while Sky made the outline. “Hi Ryan… Uh are you a regular customer?” Louis asked. Before I could answer Sky said “Yeah, he’s a walking billboard for my work” and then chuckled. I sat down at one of the stools in front of the counter and then took my jacket off, laying it on the other stool. I could see Louis looking over my arms and the bits on my chest that weren’t covered by my shirt. He seemed to nod and finally said “Looks really cool. I hope mine turns out as good.” “Don’t worry, you got the best guy doing it. It’ll look fuckin’ awesome” I said. I was undressing Louis in my mind, thinking of all the devious things I could do with his body before I fucked his brains out. I suddenly realized that I had no idea if the guy was gay or even bi, but my dick sure wanted to find out. To take my mind away from Louis, I pulled an envelope out of my jacket and said “I made a few changes to the drawings, Sky. Let me know what you think. I also put the rest of the money in the envelope. We still on for starting next Monday?” Sky stopped working on Louis and looked over at the calendar on the wall and said “Yup, your usual 6pm time. Don’t forget to bring the pizza this time” before returning to Louis’s upper arm. I chuckled and replied “Yeah, it’s a little hard to bring on the bike. We’ll see.” I kept staring at Louis’s body. I could see a bit of shine reflecting off his chest from him sweating. I wanted to go over and lick it off and then kiss Louis like he’d never been kissed before. I then tried to turn the conversation to see how he would react. “Hey Sky, when we finish my back are you going to finally let me tap that tight ass of yours?” I got a response, but it wasn’t the one I was looking for. Louis’s eyes opened wide and his mouth quickly followed. Sky quickly replied “I keep tellin’ you, you can have it as soon as I get to tap your girlfriend.” This was an inside joke between Sky and I, ever since the first time I hit on him. He knew I never would have a girlfriend - I was firmly on the gay side of the sexuality scale and not even a little bit bi. It seemed to calm Louis down a bit, which was good. I didn’t want to scare him off and kill any chance of getting into his pants or shorts. We bullshitted for a while and before I knew it, Sky was finishing up the first pass of Louis’s ink. Sky bandaged it up and told Louis how to care for it while Louis gingerly put his t-shirt back on. Sky came over to the counter and took the envelope and put it in the cash register under the tray. “I’ll see you next Monday” Sky said pointing to me “and I’ll see you next Tuesday” pointing to Louis. I grabbed my jacket and put it back on and started to leave. Louis was right behind me as I walked out and to my bike. “Nice bike but I don’t know how you ride that thing with the bars so low” Louis said while I slipped my helmet on. “It’s easy once you get used to it. Sucks in traffic though. You ride?” I asked him. “Yeah, I do. My bike’s running shitty though right now. Gotta take it in and get raped by the dealer” Louis said with a sound of disgust in his voice. I held back my initial thought of telling him “bring it over to my garage and I’ll rape you” and instead said “You could bring it over to my place and I can take a look and let you know what it might need.” I surprised myself at how civil and polite it came out. “Really? That would be so cool. I don’t know how to fix em and I think the dealer screws me over doing stuff that it doesn’t need or charging me for stuff they don't do” Louis said energetically. The smile that came over my face was partially hidden by my beard and that was probably good. Maybe I did have a chance with him. “How about Saturday afternoon. I work until 3, so maybe 4?” I said. “I can do that. Give me your number and we can text later to set it up” Louis replied eagerly. We shared cell numbers and I hopped on my bike, started it up and took off, leaving him standing in the parking spot. I didn’t want to be too pushy or appear too obvious that I wanted to turn him into my next play toy. Over the next two days we texted back and forth, him asking if I was serious or just being polite and I reassured him I wanted him to come over to my garage and we could look at his bike. The little devil on my shoulder said “and look at way more.”

Something is frustating me as i have more sex lately... when im crusing, almost NO MAN cum in me, last night out of 6 guys fucking me raw, only 1 came in me and it was a litle cum... I envy these bitches here saying they go back home with their pants wet of cum I've realized some positions makes more friction to the penis head, leading to more pleasure and eventually an orgasm... And that happens when the guys dick go as close to second hole as possible... like... as deep as possible... So i think that region makes more friction and lead a guy to cum faster... Ive got myself thinking, if i make a "pushing" movement while hes fucking me, it would be better for him? So thats the tactic some experienced bottoms here use to make the men cum faster?

A Visit From The Dragon A few days later, I logged on to a few apps to see if there was anyone new to hookup with. As I was looking through the profiles, I got a message from the artist saying "U were rite. been doin pizza dude. feels amazn breedin him. skippin meds for a while. need 2 find next 1" I laughed to myself and remembered his kitchen with at least a dozen pizza boxes strewn about. I wondered how many loads he had dumped in the pizza delivery guy already. And how many more before he'd permanently marked him. My Wednesday night workout was just like Monday's except we didn't fuck afterwards. As we walked out of the workout room sigmabtm asked "Are you really poz or are you just pretending to make the sex edgier?" The question hit me as a surprise. "Yeah I am. I've tagged a few guys so far this time, but everyone is different. Just like covid, some get infected easily, others take time. Why?" He stopped at the elevators and pushed both the up and down buttons. "I expected that by now I'd be sick as a dog from the stories I read. You're a hot guy but I like to feel more of a connection with the guys I fuck and I'm just not feeling it with you. It's been fun, but I think it's time we stopped." The elevator stopped and it was the one going down. I hopped on and said "Sure. You should get tested anyway before you fuck with other guys. Not everyone gets sick." I had just finished telling him that before the doors shut. It had been a while since I got dumped and yet I didn't feel bad. He was more of a regular hookup than anything and there were a lot of guys that I fucked and never saw again and he was going to be another. The only problem was that my balls were full and I had no one to breed. On Saturday afternoon I'd done my run to the store to stock up for the week. Half the people looked like 1800's bank robbers with their handkerchief over their face. "All this time and they can't find a real mask?" I thought to myself. Of course a few others spent the extra few bucks to buy a real mask, usually with some annoying graphic on it. Some completely froze in the aisle if someone was blocking their way, causing a traffic jam. I missed seeing the faces of the cute guys and most seemed to have stopped wearing their tight jeans and tees. Now, it was a sea of baggy gray sweats. Now, I admit, I had gotten sloppy working from home. I always wore a nice shirt in case there was a surprise video call, but half the time I was still in some boxers or trunks down below. A few times it was a jock or nothing if I was feeling mischievious. All I got from the store was some groceries and what few cleaning supplies I could find. No phone numbers, no email addresses, not even a tumblr or snapchat. So, there I was on the couch in my clean, good fitting jeans and a tight sleeveless tee that got wasted from my shopping excursion. The laptop computer was open and once again I was cycling through the apps and sites, hoping to find someone interesting. So far, it was a complete bust. I heard my phone buzz and quickly grabbed it to see who it was. Dragonboy sent me one of his shortest messages and I thought for a minute it might be his cousin. "Can I ask you a favor?" it said. After I told him "maybe" he sent back "Cousin fucking runner again. Can I come to your place?" This hit me as strange. I had never invited him to my condo since I liked to play at other guys places. Only a handful of sex partners had ever been to my condo and I liked it that way. No one knew where I lived and could come banging on the door seeking revenge. The thing was, I'd long gone past the 3 times limit with him, so I also knew that he would be ok to come over. No worries about 3 AM knocks on the door or that shit. I typed back "Runner? Who's that? To hang? More?" "The guy from the sauna that ran away. Hang or maybe more. Last time they went on for over 7 hours. 3 hours down already" he responded. I kind of felt bad for him. I remembered how it felt in college when I would get locked out while my roommate would be nailing some skank for hours. "Sure. Come on up. 11F" I replied. He must have run up the stairs since it was only a couple minutes later he was at my door with some sweat dripping down the side of his face. He had an oversized tee on and some jogging shorts and a pair of sandals. "Thanks, man. I don't think I could listen to those guys fuck for much longer. It's driving me crazy. I haven't been laid in forever and my cousin is getting all the action" he said as the door closed. "Welcome to my cave. Have a seat, do you want anything to drink? I got water, beer, whiskey, and wine" I asked, trying to be a good host. I wanted to add piss, spit and cum, but I was trying to be low key. "Beer is good. It might calm me down" Dragonboy replied. We sat and drank, chatting about nothing for a while. I got another pair of beers and when I came back, Dragonboy was sitting there naked. He took a couple gulps of beer while I shed my clothes but took no time at all to wrap his lips around my cock once I was naked. He was seated on the couch with me in front of him sucking on my cock. My hands quickly interlocked behind his head and I started to face fuck him. His mouth felt good and he kept at it a while, taking his time and not trying to overwork my cock. With a fistful of hair, I pulled his head off my cock and stared down at him. Letting go of his hair, I smiled and twisted around sitting on the couch next to him, slightly slouched. "Ride it" I said softly and Dragonboy turned and straddled me, his hard cock pressed firmly on my stomach. His fingers guided my shaft to his hole and I felt it zero in on his entrance. He looked down at me and I could see the fire of lust in his eyes. Dragonboy took a deep breath and then forced his body down. It took a second or two before my head breached the hole and then he dropped down on to my shaft. "OH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK" he yelled out, dragging out the word until he was fully impaled. Almost every bottom that has ridden me has started out slowly, just easing it in and then taking an inch at a time. This was the first time anyone had just dropped down without any prep and just a little bit of spit as lube. Sweat was dripping down his face as he panted, trying to let his body adjust to my cock. He didn't wait very long, maybe five seconds and he pulled himself up and off. I thought that he regretted taking me that hard, but he dropped himself down again. The pressure hurt my dick as he did it again, but it was strangely erotic. Just like I had fucked Juan, roughly with the intent of wrecking his hole, Dragonboy was doing it to himself. I could only imagine the jolts of pain rippling through his body from this abuse and yet he wasn't stopping it. I thought briefly that maybe he had been playing with some toys to loosen himself up as prep in case I fucked him, but he was too tight for that. After the third time, he groaned out "Oh yeah... wreck my pussy!" Sweat was now dripping off his body and his smooth chest had a sheen on it from the light coming in the windows behind me. He raised up and dropped down a fourth time and looked at me, with a scowl on his face. "Why did my cousin get infected so easily? I've taken more of your loads than he did" he asked. I try to avoid serious conversations when my cock is buried inside a guy but I really didn't have a choice. "Who knows. Maybe it's from taking prep for a few years. Maybe your immune system is a lot stronger than his. Maybe it's not time yet" I replied. I thrust my hips up, trying to get the focus back on fucking. He gripped my shoulders and began to ride me, working my cock with half length strokes. Occasionally he'd bottom out, but now his mind was interested in feeling my shaft slide in and out. Dragonboy continued for several more minutes like this until I reached up and pulled his shoulders down. With him planted firmly on my cock and his hands interlocked behind my neck, I stood up. As I did, he instinctively wrapped his legs around me. My hips bucked up and he bounced a few inches off my hips before gravity pulled him back down. I did this a couple of times until I had him turned around and laid him on the wide armrest. His legs spread and rotated up before my hands pulled them closer together and then resting on my shoulders. We locked eyes and I slowly pulled my cock back until just the head was inside. Dragonboy nodded as he seemed to know my next move. His sphincter gave my cock a few squeezes and then I drove in to the base. Dragonboy let out a sultry groan and I bent over a little more. My hips pulled back and I shoved back in. Slowly, the thrusts got faster until I was plowing him with long, forceful strokes. His cock was as hard as I'd ever seen it and it was rubbing along my stomach as I pounded him. My sweat dripped off and on to his chest and abs, mixing with the precum that was dripping out of Dragonboy's cock. A few hard thrusts got grunts out of his mouth but otherwise it was a string of moans. "You want this, don't you" I gasped out. The tingling from my balls said I wasn't going to fuck much longer. "Fuck yeah... Breed my ass" he quickly replied. It was almost a command, but not quite. The intensity of the tone told me he really wanted it though. I gave an evil chuckle, burying my cock into him and grinding my hips. "I got a nice big poz load looking to claim another one" I growled. "Oh god... yeah... knock me up" he cried out. I could feel his body and voice shake and figured he was just as close to cumming as I was. "Mmmm, yeah... gonna flood your guts... with my venom... Turn you... into the poz pig... you were meant to be" I grunted between thrusts. I felt his hole clamp down on my cock as I felt jets of his cum spray over the hair on my chest. Each squeeze of my cock got me closer and after his fifth shot I began pumping my own load deep into his gut. We both let out loud moans as our balls emptied their seed. I always enjoy making a bottom orgasm hands-free just from him feeling me fuck and breed him and this time was no different. Our balls empty, our chests covered in cum, my cum deep inside him hopefully finally becoming part of him forever, we laid there a few minutes. "God, you're a good fuck" I told him as I picked him up. His hands resumed their place behind my neck and I carried him to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed. I curled up behind him, spooning with my partially hard cock still planted in his hole. We fell asleep like that almost simultaneously. An hour or so later I woke to feeling him wiggle his ass and squeeze my now rock hard cock in his ass. I started to rock my hips and pumped my cock into him. Less than five minutes later, my cock added a half dozen more spurts of viral jizz into his hole. He milked the last few shots out, muttering "Poz me" over and over. I held him close, feeling the cum coating his chute and my cock with my dick keeping the seed inside him. He didn't make any attempt at pulling away from me, in fact he pressed his body closer to mine. We laid there a few minutes quietly when he said softly "I never knew what a sex pig my cousin was. He's horny all the fuckin' time and it's like he never runs out of cum. Is that what happens when you convert?" I pinched his nipple and replied "Everyone is different. Obviously he wanted it and is dealing with it well. Some have problems psychologically and others, medically. Some don't change at all and keep going like did before but are now poz. Any idea what will happen with you?" He thought about it a minute and said "I hope I just stay the way I used to be. I slowed down with hooking up when my cousin arrived since I didn't want him to know what kind of slut I was. That was stupid since now I know he's even piggier than me." I grinned and said "You two are more alike than you thought. Just support each other and you'll both be fine." We laid there another few minutes and I asked something that had been bugging me since the first time I met his cousin. "You said you sold his virginity last year. Do you really think he was a virgin then?" Dragonboy laughed. "Not even close. After he was poz, he told me of some of his exploits back home and that's why his family wanted him to move here. He's been a slut since he could get hard and his parents wanted him as far away as possible so he wouldn't embarrass them" Dragonboy said. "So, do they or your parents know you're gay? You said a while ago that they would be pissed if they found out he was poz" I asked. He chuckled before sayin "I guess they already knew. That's why they sent my cousin to stay with me." We dozed off again and when we woke up, I needed to piss. As much as I wouldn't mind filling Dragonboy with it, I didn't want to soak my bed too. I pulled out and rolled him on his stomach before I went to the bathroom. When I came back, he was in the same position and I couldn't resist the urge to finger his hole and see how much cum was still inside him. There was some, but not a lot so that meant that much of the jizz I'd pumped into him had been absorbed. I tossed on some shorts and went into the kitchen. About halfway through making us something for dinner he walked in, still naked. He came up behind me and hugged me and then let me finish. We ate dinner naked, talking most of the time and getting to know each other. "Where's the riskiest place you ever had sex" he asked out of the blue. I cocked my head and looked back at him, wondering where this was headed. "I dunno... In the back seat of some guy's car parked on the street, maybe. Or the stairwell in this building... or in the park between some bushes. Got busted on that last one, but it turned out ok" I said. "You fucked some guy in one of our stairwells?" he asked, looking surprised. "Yeah. A college guy who was chasing. Even got a video of it" I said. I grabbed my phone and found the video and let him watch it. "He's the guy that I brought over to your place to fuck you and your cousin" I added. "Fuck, that's hot. Do you do that a lot?" he asked. I wasn't sure which part he was talking about, but went with shooting the video. "Nah. I don't like to film while I fuck, but that one I thought would be hot. I think it's got something like a quarter million views already where I posted it online" I said, smiling. I still got comments from guys envious of my exploits and other guys that wanted to bottom for me. We finished dinner and watched a little TV. He turned and stared at me a moment before he asked "Got some more cum in those balls?" with a grin on his face. I casted the video of me fucking Tim in the stairwell from my phone and set it on repeat. I pulled Dragonboy around to the back of the couch and bent him over so he could watch me fuck Collegeboy while I fucked him. A few times he yelled out "Oh fuck yeah!" and I wasn't sure if it was from the video or if he loved how my cock hit him just then. "How long did the marker take to wear off?" he asked as I plowed him. "A week or so. But the mark from my cum lasts a lifetime" I said. "Except for me. If I don't convert soon I'm just going to go back on prep" he said, sounding a little dejected. I slammed in, unleashing another set of shots of my cum into his hungry cunt. "I don't fuck prep guys as long as I'm toxic" I said coldly. As my cock slipped back out of his puffy hole, I watched him clench up, trying to keep my load inside. We sat down and watched some more TV and smoking a couple joints. He was soon totally baked and I had to laugh at him. It had been a while since I had given someone their first hit of pot, but he took to it quickly with minimal coughs. I even shotgunned a hit with him and it turned into a passionate kiss until he needed to exhale. I joked that he was too stoned to drive home and he nodded, agreeing with me until he realized that he walked up the stairs to get here and didn't even own a car. We ended up back in my bed and slept until early the next morning. It was six AM and he started to stir, waking me up. My cock was hard, just like every morning since I was twelve or thirteen. He stared up at my face and then back at my cock when he fully woke a few minutes later. "I hate to let this go to waste" he said as he spit on my cock and then straddled me. Slowly, he slid down the shaft, impaling himself again, just a lot slower than the day before. Once he was all the way down, he waited a minute enjoying the feeling of my cock deep inside him once again. He fucked himself on my cock a few minutes and then suddenly stopped. "Wait... I got an idea" he said, way too excitedly for that hour. He pulled himself off me and then ran into the living room. I crawled out of bed and followed him. "Grab your clothes - the sweats, maybe a tee and follow me!" After a few more comments, I was dressed in my sweatpants and sandals and nothing else. I grabbed my keys as we went out the door, he dressed just as he had arrived the day before. We bounded down the stairs until we got to the fourth floor. He stopped on the landing and handed me his phone. With the grin still on his face, he pushed his shorts down and leaned against the wall with his hands on either side of the big "4" sign. "Come on, fuck me and get some video of it. Show the sign and make sure you get my face" he said quietly. The chances of us getting walked in on were pretty high on the fourth floor, but at least it was early morning. And my dick was rock hard so obviously it thought it was a good idea. I slid my sweatpants down, rubbed some spit on my stiff shaft and plunged into Dragonboy. It was a risky move and I really didn't want anyone finding us there, but just like with Tim it got my adrenaline going. With the camera running, I got a lot of my cock pounding his hole and then panned up and caught him braced against the wall. He looked back to the camera and snarled "Breed that neg ass." Panning back to his ass, I yanked my cock out and showed the gaping hole. Disguising my voice a little I asked "How many loads, slut?" "Three and not enough of that poison" Dragonboy said. I kept focus on his hole and then slowly pushed my cock back in. The video showed how easily my thick cock slipped inside, indicating how much of a slut he really was. I drilled him hard, trying to keep the camera on my cock and his hole. I heard a door open many floors above and fucked faster, willing my balls to unleash another dose so we could finish up and not get caught. I pushed almost totally in, leaving an inch or so exposed. You could see my cock throb as each rope of cum shot into his eager hole. Another door up above slammed shut and that meant more people in the stairwell or none. I knew a video shot from below would better show my cock delivering the viral payload but I'd be doing it blind and it would be too awkward. Maybe next time I should have a cameraman. "Whatcha just get?" I asked in my hushed, contorted voice. "A big poz load" Dragonboy said right before I panned back to his panting face. Tugging at the neckline of his tee, he stood up and pulled off my cock. With the camera still shooting, he turned around and I got a good face shot as he knelt in front of me. He looked up and then licked the cum and ass juice off my cock as erotically as any professional porn shoot. With my cock just shining with spit, I shut off the video camera and pulled my sweats up. He leaned in and sniffed my crotch before standing up. "That was fuckin hot" he whispered as he leaned in close. I gave him his phone back and replied "I want a copy of that" and slapped his ass. "Only if you knocked me up" he said as he opened the door. He winked as he headed down the hall and the door slowly shut. I headed back up to my floor, the seven flights making me breathe heavily, even harder from my morning exercise. I was crashed on my bed a few minutes later and woke up around noon. My bedroom smelled of sex and I was torn whether to do laundry and eliminate the scent or enjoy it a few more days.

I will not watch fuckin porn that condoms are used. Believe condoms are forebidden.! ☣️😈

Keep it in unless the top wants to eat it out of your hole. Savor the filling, or surprise the next top with it. Also love going out in public, like to the grocery store or gym, with a loaded hole

Got back to the hotel from dinner and a 41yr old white guy hit me up. My Grindr profile was set to anon b b⬇️👀4⬆️. He sent a dick pic and I sent an ass pic. He was on the way. Then a guy that has become a regular in the area msg and decided he would go after the first guy. First guy fucked me fairly good and bred me. Msg the second guy who was waiting to come up. First guy messaged saying he wanted to drop a 2nd load. Told him to wait as the 2nd guy was walking in. Second guy fucks me good as usual and breeds me. I messaged the 1st guy and he comes back up. Nice fuck this time and after 15 mins of pounding me he breeds me a second time. Nice night!

The best way I've heard white privilege explained is this: No matter how tough you may have it, how many struggles you face economically, personally, or whatever, you don't have the additional burden that being a person of color would add - and it essentially *always* adds to the burden.

Love the story losolent...actually, I LOVE all of your stories!!!!!😍

It’s hard to say what the worst thing about the pandemic is. With all the loss of life and lively hood and misery, there are certainly a lot of contenders for what constitutes “the worst”, but one thing I suspect that most of the readers here can agree upon is this: The loss of bath houses sucks. I remember my last time like it was 9 months ago, because that is when it was…. (if this were a movie, you’d see a slow dissolve, which in the vernacular of film and tv is often used to indicate a flashback) It was a Friday night, early march 2020, Chicago, il. I’d eaten a gummy around 9 pm and gotten my hole cleaned out, the ritual of getting ready for a night at the baths. Scheduling when I ate, when I showered, when I got stoned, when I called an uber (though on this particular Friday night, the writing was already on the wall, so I skipped the uber and just walked the 2.2 KM to Steamworks. ) The line was about normal for the time on a Friday night. 4-5 people in front of me and 4-5 behind by the time it was my turn. "regular room please” I managed to muster, vaguely paranoid that the door person could tell i was fast succumbing to the glory of the gummy. Checked in and ambled past the toweled men up to my room. Wondering which one of the bulges I could make out under their towels would wind up inside me. Got to my room, stripped down to a jock strap and tennis shoes and took a huge hit of poppers and opened the door to wander around. I walked past the sling room and into the 2nd floor fuck bench area. A hairless bottom was being eaten out by a bear while a man in a leather harness used the bottom’s mouth. A crowd of 3-4 was gathered watching and I stood there for a moment before hitting my poppers hoping someone would be emboldened to take that as an invitation. A few seconds later one of the watchers became a man of action as he took my hit and started feeling my ass. By the time he made it to my pre-lubed hole i had hit the poppers again and it was not long before he pushed me to my knees. His towel opened to reveal a fairly hard 6 inch cock. Though I needed no more prodding, it was nice to feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me down on his cock while he watched the show in front of him. By now the bottom on the fuck bench was getting fucked from both ends and very shortly this 6 inch cock grew to 7+ in my mouth. Two hands on my head now as my top begin to fuck my throat. At the first sign of gagging, this top, who obviously was good at this, leaned down and told me to hit my poppers, which I did. Cock back in my mouth now with my nose buried into his belly. Someone felt my wet ass for a moment, but I was distracted so could not tell what was going on around me. I suspect the owner of the cock in my mouth waived off the new person, because a few moments later he grabbed my nipples and pulled me up to stand in front of him, facing away. He whispered in my ear that I should do another hit of poppers, which I complied with as he lined up his wet cock with my wet hole. Still in public, still in view of the fuck bench where a bottom was getting fucked just from one end by now. I bent over slightly with my hands against the wall as he slid inside me. Someone grabbed my nipples and began to work them while this top used my hole. After not nearly long enough the top leaned over and said he did not want to cum yet and he’d find me later. Like Kaiser Sose, he was gone. It took me a second to gather myself (and also, in hopes someone would come replace what he had taken away), but shortly I too left that area in search of cocks and loads. part two, the open door, soon.

7. Fire in the Hole "Used," Jon said. There was no doubt what he meant by it. He slowly pulled the length of his shaft out of me. Time was slow, and I felt each vein and curve exit my body. For a moment, I felt like crying. But then I saw Sarge's jockstrap in front of me. His dick looked bigger than Jon's. Sarge had tattoos everywhere. On his stomach, there was the same black99 in gothic letters that Jon had. He also had the familiar biohazard tattoo under that. This time, it wasn't as scary. It seemed hot. He was part of the same club that Jon was. It didn't matter. I had taken meds to make sure I wouldn't join the club, no matter what I did. "You're off to a good start," he whispered as his dick slipped out of my hole. I clenched tightly, making sure that none of Leo or Seth's cum dripped out. He pushed me towards Sarge; I landed against his furry chest. "And Sarge is definitely going to help you out." "Can't wait for it. Seth couldn't stop talking about you." He laughed. "I had to stick my dick in his mouth just to shut him up." "Kenta's still a novice," Jon said. "But Sarge is a patient teacher. And a relentless one." "That's fair," Sarge said. He grabbed onto the harness, and pulled me against him. He was another masculine daddy type, like Jon, although a bit younger. His chest was hard and muscular, hot and wet from sweat, and covered in the light brown hair. The belt of ammo felt real. The bullets were cool against my skin. "You're quite the hottie," he said. I smiled. I was still engulfed by the warmth of his skin, and the contrast to the bullets. "Thank you," I finally said. I looked around, and realized that Jon had disappeared. It was just the two of us on the dance floor. The lights had gone down some more, and it was hard to see who else was there with us. I didn't care who saw us. Even if someone from school recognized me, it seemed like a distant problem. There were more pressing matters, like the way my hole was itching. I was hungry for more cock. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Hell yeah, boy," Sarge said. "How many guys have fucked you already?" "Three," I said. "Seth wasn't kidding when he said you were slutting out tonight. Party's barely started." "I got here early." I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the sweat and muscle. He spent a lot of time in the gym. I ran my fingers over his ammo belt, feeling the bullets. I noticed there were two empty slots at the top. "Are these real?" I asked. "They're special bullets," Sarge said. "Takes you to an entirely new plane." "Special?" I asked. The music seemed louder, the beat more intense. One of Sarge's arms wrapped around me, reaching down for my ass. "How so?" I managed to say. My mind was racing, wondering just what these bullets were for. "You been partying?" Sarge asked me. "Smoking?" "Yeah." "This is even better," he said. "Come with me." He didn't give me a choice; he grabbed my harness and pulled me off the dance floor, to a corner of the living room. There was a large leather couch. At one end, one of the older men was sitting down, his legs spread wide and his fat dick on display. Kneeling between his legs was another young boy, struggling to deep-throat the man. "That's you soon enough," Sarge said. The other older man nodded at Sarge. "That what I think it is?" the man asked. Sarge nodded. "Yeah," he said. "When you've finished with your boy, this one needs some encouragement." "Yessir," Sarge said. He turned his attention to me. "Kneel on the couch, facing away from me. Ass up." I got on the couch as he instructed. The leather was warm and soft against my skin. It was comforting and relaxing, and I grabbed on even tighter when one of Sarge's thick fingers pressed into my hole. "Oh, that's nice." Sarge pulled his finger out. I turned my head back, trying to see what he was doing, but my body and his body blocked my vision. I did see him put down one of the bullets; the head had been unscrewed, and I saw that the body was hollow. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I guess." "Good," he said, and a slim rod slid into my ass. It felt like a small pencil, and he held it there for a moment. It was a bit cold at first, but heated up quickly in my body. "Fire in the hole," he said, and he pressed on the rod. There was a warmth in my guts, centered at the end of the rod. It grew slowly, and didn't go away when he pulled the rod out of me. He rubbed my asshole a bit. It tightened up, but the warmth in my gut remained even after he had taken out the rod. It grew, until it was almost burning. "Oh fuck," I muttered. The heat was getting more intense, and I didn't know how I could stand it. I hated it, and tried to pull away, but there was nothing to escape from. It was all inside me. "Feel that?" he asked. He was holding on to my hips, steadying me as I struggled. "Yeah," I gasped. It wasn't getting any worse, luckily. It was a hot itch, both a bit painful, but at the same time it was also intensely pleasurable. I tried to live in the moment, and explore the sensation. "What is it?" I asked, as my ass was twitching. It was going to feel so much better when I had a cock up there. It would be something to scratch that hungry itch. "Booty bump," Sarge said. "First time?" the other daddy asked. He had been watching me as Sarge had administered the bump. "Yeah," I said. "It'll be a few more minutes before it really hits. Enjoy it." "What is it?" I asked again. "Some crystal. Dissolved in some water," Sarge said. He pulled me back upright. He still had the ammo belt across his shoulder and chest, but the jock strap had disappeared. He had a hard cock, maybe about eight inches long. "You think you need some cock?" "Please," I grunted. I was rubbing my ass up against his dick, but he held back, just teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. "I need it." "I know you do. You think you're ready for this?" His dick wasn't much larger than Leo or Jon's had been. It was going to be a familiar size. I nodded in agreement. "Good," he said. "I want you to sit on it." He got on the couch, his legs spread slightly just to emphasize his erection. "Climb up, and sit on it," he said. It was complex and awkward to move, because my muscles didn't quite do what I wanted them to do. Finally, I was squatting over Sarge's erect pole, his cockhead just nestled against my hole. "That's it," he said. From a side table, he produced a small brown bottle. "Here," he said, and held the poppers under my nose. I looked to the side; the daddy was still watching me. He had his hand on the back of the boy's head, and was holding the boy down. I watched for a second, but then the poppers hit. "That's it boy," Sarge said, but held me back for a few more seconds as he did a hit himself. "Let's enjoy this moment," he said, and guided me down his dick. His dick was really stiff, and I was struggling to not immediately pull off. Jon's cock had been able to bend and flex, and we were able to find an equitable middle configuration of erection and hole. On the other hand, Sarge's cock forced me to bend to his will. I gasped, as he found a new curve of my guts. He ignored my discomfort. "That's it boy," he said. "Open up for me." He continued to push his shaft into me. His dickhead found where booty bump had landed. At first, it felt good. Sarge was scratching an annoying itch. But he didn't stop there, and continued to press his dick into me. He pushed the drug-laden fluid deeper into my hole, and the small strokes in and out helped to spread the liquid across my rectum. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as the burning only got worse. It was hard to concentrate. The drugs had my mind racing; I would think about Sarge fucking me, and then suddenly, I had a million sleazy fantasies. It was hard to even concentrate on how my asshole was burning from the drugs. I gasped, but finally managed to say something. "It's inside me." "Yeah," Sarge said. "So fucking wet and sloppy." "Give it to him," the guy next to us said. He was still watching us, as the boy continued to deep-throat his dick. "Get him tweaked out and knocked up." "Of course. He's gonna get so much cum of course he's gonna be pregnant." It felt weird and dirty, but I loved the idea that Sarge's dick could change me like that. Of course, just like a girl on the pill, I had protection against any of the untoward consequences of sex. It didn't matter. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me. Breed me." "You heard him," the other guy said. "He knows what he wants." Sarge grabbed my hip with one hand. It was big and strong, and he easily forced me down, so that I took the entire length of his raw cock. "I know what I want," he said. I was gasping, trying to wrap my head around getting roughly fucked as the new dose of crystal meant that it was hardly rough enough. "And I get it," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. "Take it," he said. "You'll need it." I inhaled deeply, loving how the warm chemical scent wrapped around me and forced me to relax. My ass opened up, and Sarge slid deeper into me. The burning was still there, but it wasn't as bad. "Yeah," Sarge said. "Your ass is hungry. Drank up all that sperm. And all that tina." I understood the comments online about porn stars tweaking hard. I now understood what they were feeling, and why it was so essential for them to get fucked. The poppers were also kicking in, and fucking me was the only thing that mattered. "Please," I begged. "Don't pull out." If Sarge had pulled his cock out, I was going to lose it. "Just fuck me." Sarge slammed his cock into me. I grunted, and was rewarded with a repeat thrust. I moaned again, but Sarge was focusing on his cock, and kept up his hard, deep fuck. As he fucked me, the burning sensation slowly went away. He also started to drip pre-cum; his fluid helped to lubricate my hole, and cool it down. "Oh fuck," I moaned. It was all I could say. It wasn't clear any longer who was fucking whom I was bouncing up and down on his hips, fucking myself on his cock. At the same time, he has thrusting his hips against me, forcing his dick deeper into my unprotected hole. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. I had been told so many scary things about barebacking, and now I was actually doing it. Good boys didn't bareback. It wasn't that much different. They had been lies. Now that I finally felt it and I was sharing it with someone like Seth, Jon, and Sarge, there was no way I could go back. It had always been a dirty fantasy, and now it was clear that the warnings had been pointless. These men were clean and healthy. Sarge was nothing other than muscle, and both Jon and Seth had been so hot. They were not how I had imagined drug users to look. Or how I had been told guys with HIV looked. They were healthy and clean and perfect. "Fuck me," I grunted. I was craving another load. I wanted to know that I had pleased Sarge and that he enjoyed this enough to give me his seed. "Please. Breed me." "You heard him," said the other man. I glanced over. He had his thick hands wrapped around the bottom's head, and was holding the young man down on his cock. "Give the boy what he wants." "I need it," I managed to say. Sarge was thrusting in and out of me, and it was hard to keep up with the continuous stimulation. "Give me your seed." "You're gonna get it for sure," Sarge said. "I'm almost there." He held the poppers under my nose. I inhaled; he kept the bottle under my nose even after I nodded my head. "Good hit for me," he said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. Finally, he relented, and held it under his nose. He held the hit for several seconds, then exhaled. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to kiss me. We kissed passionately as the poppers hit us. I could feel his dick deep inside me. As impossible as it was, it was getting bigger. It was finding deeper parts of my ass and was spreading my hole ever wider. "I'm getting close," he whispered. "You want my load?" "Give it to me," I said. "FUUUUCK," Sarge moaned. I felt the familiar, wonderful bloom of warmth in my ass. This time it wasn't the drugs. It was Sarge's seed, and he was giving it to me. "TAKE MY GIFT," Sarge moaned, his cock thrusting several more times, filling me up with his seed. "TAKE IT." "Give it to me," I said. "I want it. I need it. I need every nasty drop." He pulled me in and kissed me. Inside my guts, his dick was dribbling out the last few precious drops of his seed. I couldn't believe my luck; another man had fucked me and seeded me. I let myself melt into Sarge's kisses. He was a strong, muscular man, and yet he could be gentle with his kisses and affection. "You felt amazing," he said. "I'm going to find you later." "He good?" the other man asked. "Like fucking velvet," Sarge said. "Spunk-coated velvet."

same as i feel about swallowing cum. it is the LifeForce. hold it in. swallow it. enjoy it.

I am always think it's hot to see the expression on a tops face when he comes into my house and notices the family photos as we go up the stairs. You know the wife and I and the 4 kids over the years, even one with a grandchild. They almost all want to breed me in one of the kids rooms when given the choice. One regular top always wanted to hear about how I would squeeze his cum out my ass, let it run down my balls and then fuck it into her. He always said it would be hot for her to get pregnant that way, but it never happened.

This was originally longer but I decided to split into two parts. Part 3 is coming soon. Thank you for the nice words of appreciation and I hope you enjoy. Part 2 For years, I regretted telling my dad about being gay. Pushing those emotions down by throwing myself into school and then work, I never let myself have a moment to think about just how much it hurt when dad was not supportive of me coming out. So, to sit here and hear my dad tell me he was gay too and so was my brother, it brought out all of that repressed anger and frustration. For now, dad was still talking. “I’m sorry for the way I acted back then kid. When you told me, I was surprised by how easy it was for you to say it out loud. I was floored by the courage my 14-year-old son was showing when I, his 38-year-old dad, couldn’t even admit it to myself. I should have been more supportive kid and I have always felt bad about not being there for you. But now that you are here, I want us to have a better relationship. You’re my son, my boy and I want to be the dad you need me to be. I am sorry son and I hope you can forgive me.” I was still angry but part of me suddenly had context for his behaviour back then. Being from a small town, he was left to discover his sexuality for himself and it would be tough for anyone to go through all of that. Especially a young single dad. He wasn’t the bad guy I thought he was. Like me, he was also someone who’d suffered but unlike me, he had to do it on his own. I got up and made my way to the couch, planting myself between dad and Sam. I lifted my arms and pulled my dad in for a hug. As we hugged, we both started crying, letting out all the pent-up resentment and regrets from before. I felt movement in my back before feeling Sam’s thick wide arms wrap around me and touching dad’s sides in the process. We stayed like that, not a word spoken but a lot was communicated through that hug. “Wait, you’re gay too?” I muttered in disbelief to Sam. He grinned ear-to-ear and nudged me in the shoulder. “Fuckin’ unbelievable” I replied, before nudging him right back. “You have no clue how long I have wanted to say this Joe”, dad said, “Glad that this is out of the way. I hope you can forgive me son.” “I am sorry too dad, for having been such a dick. I had no idea,” I said, “I’m glad you told me dad.” Over the next hour dad and Sam told me about how they came out to each other. They came out soon after my last visit, with Sam coming out first leading to dad coming clean. Dad had known he was gay since high school but he had chosen to stay in the closet and not risk his reputation. I was touched by the fact that dad’s journey to acceptance was inspired by me. Small steps to fixing my relationship with my family! The rest of the day was spent with the 3 of us catching up. Dad and Sam grilled me on my relationships and my life in the city and were disappointed to know how boring my life was. As dad put it, “boy if I were your age in the city, I’d be fucking every guy I could find.” Dad’s subtlety was endearing. That night in bed, I had a hard time falling asleep. My mind kept drifting back to my conversation with dad and Sam. So much had changed in the past 12 hours in ways I couldn’t have imagined. My dad and my brother were gay like me, who would have thought. After a few hours of trying, sleep was off the menu. It was around 1 am when I decided to head downstairs and whip up something to eat. I left my room quietly and reached the top of the staircase, only to see the lights on downstairs and voices coming. I ducked down and glanced a peek towards the living area. What I saw was the craziest shit I had ever seen. Sam was lying on his back on the couch. He was butt naked, wearing a leather harness, a thick collar around his neck and just boots. His legs were raised up in a V, with his ass partially hanging off the couch and a cock pumping in and out of his hole, much to Sam’s clear pleasure and approval. The cock pumping in him was my dad’s who was dressed for the occasion. Wearing a leather harness and pants, he looked like the catalogue model for a BDSM magazine. He was grunting in pleasure as he hammered his cock in and out of Sam, both in the throes of great pleasure. “Yeah you love daddy dick don’t ya boy,” dad grunted between thrusts. “Yes sir, I love your cock in my pussy” Sam groaned, his fingers caressing my dad’s body. “Fucker take my cock,” dad started ramming harder and Sam moaned out loudly. Dad’s hand flew to Sam’s mouth covering it and muffling what would have been a loud moan. For the next few minutes, dad kept ramming into Sam before he let out a grunt of his own, announcing his own ejaculation. They stayed like that for the next minute, Dad still unloading the last vestiges of cum into Sam’s ass. Sam looked glazed, as he slowly stroked dad’s nipples and milked the cock in his ass. When dad pulled out, he grabbed a butt plug from the table and pushed it inside Sam. Dad plopped next to Sam in the couch, pulling him closer. Sam was stroking his huge cock while Dad was kissing his neck and pulling on Sam’s nipples. A few moments of foreplay later, dad bit down on Sam’s neck, eliciting a moan from Sam. He burst out all over the couch and cum flew in all directions. It was a sight to behold, my donkey dicked older brother shooting a gallon of cum while my equally large dad caressed him and made out with him at the same time. When Sam was done shooting, dad scooped up the cum splatter from his and Sam’s body and fed it to him. “Hmm boy, you got cum on my boots,” dad said to Sam sternly. In a flash, Sam got off the couch kneeled in front of dad and pushed his face to dad’s boots. To my shock (and arousal) he started to lick his cum from dad’s boots, spit-shining them in the process. Dad let him clean both shoes, while he watched Sam with adoration and intent. When he was done, he straightened his back but stayed on his knees in front of dad. “Thank you for letting me serve you sir.” “You’re welcome boy, bet that pussy was hungry all day” dad and Sam both smirked. “Watching your brother’s tight body worked you up well too, huh boy?” “Damn right sir, he’s a hot piece of ass Joe.” I was having a hard time believing all this. Not only had my dad and Sam been fucking, they clearly had more than just a casual relationship going on (I know my gay culture classifications). Weirder still, they were talking about me, like I was a piece of meat. My arousal was off the roof and my very hard and pre-cum leaking cock was the proof. Without wanting to alarm anyone, I quickly and quietly made my way back to my room. The second I laid down on the bed, I knew it was pointless. Sleep was off the table tonight.

Part 7 The boys did what had become routine at the end of their hookups. Not a lot of talking, quick dressing, quicker getaway. Hunter didnt stop them. He had seen this all before. He knew that the immediate line of thinking would be that things had gone too far. That it was time to pull things back. One time wasnt so bad but no one needed to know and if it never happened again it would become a distant memory in no time. What Hunter also knew is that the inevitable progression following that thinking was temptation and then a call or text to reconnect. Hunter had the patience to wait it out. These boys were worth it and besides, he didnt get to fuck Tyler but with Chris getting two loads of his poz seed the results would show soon enough. What the boys never had to deal with before was a walk back together after a hook up. They walked side by side but their heads were down and they said little. Neither could articulate the thoughts in their heads, the weight of their feelings in the moment, combined with the exhilaration of having just lived out a hot fantasy that went beyond their expectations and imaginations. But when they got close to Tyler's dorm, he finally said to Chris, "We shouldnt have done that. I think I need to figure things out." Chris just nodded and said a quick, "Yeah." There was no goodbye . Tyler turned towards his dorm and Chris kept walking. Neither was sure if they would ever talk again. But as all mathematicians know, horny > God. Neither could really resist though they did try. They didn't text for a few days but both would check Grindr to see if the other was on. They both got messages from other guys who were interested, but they felt somehow that hooking up with some other guy would be a betrayal. That's how Chris managed to find a way to justify messaging Hunter again. Tyler was there the first time and they all knew each other. Tyler even watched him get fucked by Hunter so he would understand if they hooked up again without him, right? Before thinking about the answer too deeply, he messaged Hunter on Grindr. They messaged back and forth casually at first, Chris waiting for Hunter to ask him over again, too afraid to make that move himself. Finally, Hunter did get what Chris was hoping for. H: How are you boys? 😄 We haven't talked since. I think we just need a break. H: Did I do something? I'm sorry if I did. I thought we had fun. 😄 No its not you. We did have fun. Or I guess I did at least. H: Good. I'm glad to hear that. Maybe we can get together again if you'd like. 😄 Yeah H: You free now? 😄 Yeah H: Do you wanna come by? No pressure of course. 😄 Yeah H: Do you remember the address? 😄 Yeah H: Great. Come on over. But promise you'll say more than Yeah while you're here. 😄 Ok H: Good enough. For now LOL Hunter knew it would just be a matter of time, but he didnt think he would get one of them alone. Since Chris was the one who reached out he knew he must have enjoyed getting fucked. He decided he would push things further. He texted a friend and then jumped in the shower. Chris didn't get himself ready and head to Hunter's place right away. He was unsure if he should really go. The first time was fun but they hadnt used condoms and he worried about what that could mean. He didnt know how to mention it when they chatted and he didnt want to get Hunter upset by suggesting that he might have something. Maybe he should just be totally safe and bail on Hunter. But no amount of jerking off could simulate the intense pleasure of getting fucked. He had never even imagined what that would feel like but it was like nothing he had felt before or in the days since when he tried a finger, even two. That combined with whatever they smoked was the best experience he could have had. Hunter seemed like a nice guy. He wouldnt hurt a person by passing on a disease. That would just be evil. Besides maybe this time Hunter wouldnt want to fuck or smoke. They didnt discuss either when they chatted so maybe it was stupid to assume it would all happen again. Maybe. It was more than an hour after they messaged each other on Grindr that Chris did finally ring Hunters bell. Hunter pulled him inside and they sat together in the living room. "I didnt think you were gonna make it." "Yeah I just wanted to take care of some stuff is all." Chris was pulling off his jacket as he sat and when he looked back towards Hunter, he saw that the pipe was being lit. Without looking back at Chris, before taking his hit he said, "Well I'm glad you came." The hit was big and as he blew out the cloud through his nose, he handed the pipe and torch to Chris without asking. Chris just took it and went ahead and took a hit. Hunter knew not to ask. Hand it over as if it is perfectly natural, as if Chris knew all along. It worked. They passed the pipe back and forth and soon enough it needed to be refilled. Chris was already flying. They were making small talk the whole time, mostly about classes and the weather getting colder. But as Hunter added more to the pipe, he asked Chris "So I'm glad you enjoyed the last time." Again, he hadnt asked Chris if he did. Don't give the boy an opportunity to think and answer otherwise. Even if he is high. "I'd love it if we could do that again and maybe more." Chris didn't know how to respond. The high was telling him that he wanted it all again and the more got him excited. But how should he bring up the condoms? "Yeah. So--" Chris was interrupted by the sound of a door being opened. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a naked man coming towards them. Tall athletic and a cock that looked big even though it was just half hard. Chris was mesmerized by this mans body but was also curious about who he was and why he was there. Hunter passed the refilled pipe back to Chris already lit. He watched Chris take the pipe and a hit as Hunter continued to light it with the torch without ever taking his eye off of Greg. "Chris this is my friend Greg. He came by while I was waiting for you. I thought it would be ok. Hes a good guy. Aren't you Greg?" Greg walked over to Chris and stuck out his hand. In Chris's state, he was tempted to reach past the hand and grab the cock, but his resistance was just strong enough. "Hey Chris. Of course I'm a good guy. Especially when it comes to cute boys like you." Chris blushed a little, not know what to say, now unsure how this was going to play out. He handed the pipe back to Hunter. "Were you guys in the middle of something? Should I....go?" Hunter moved closer to Chris now as he took a hit and passed the pipe to Greg. "No, not at all. The more the merrier right? He kissed Chris on the neck and prompted a gasp and low moan from the boy. "Why don't we get naked like Greg and see how much fun we can all have?" Chris just nodded and began to unbutton his pants. "Thatta boy" Hunter said as he began to disrobe too. "You have the same tattoo as Hunter. Are you guys like part of a club or something?" Chris was pointing at the biohazard tattoo above Greg's cock, no longer hiding the focus of his gaze. Greg and Hunter looked at each other quickly. A look that said, lets just get down and fuck now. "Uh yeah something like that." "What kind of club is it?" "Well one you'll find out about once you're a member." Chris was confused. Greg turned to Hunter again. "Or...is he already a member of the club?" Hunter smiled. "He might be but think of today being something like an initiation." "Uh ok cool." Chris decided to go along with it. His brain was drifting ever since that huge cock came into the picture. Now he was reminded of Hunters as well, this one fully hard now. Chris was fully naked now and also fully hard. "Fuck youre beautiful. Can I kiss you?" Greg lit the pipe and took one more hit. Chris was never good at taking compliments and hearing that from this hot naked stranger in front of him put his thoughts further away from all the condom talk he wanted to do before. He nodded looking up at Greg and gave him his hand when Greg reached down to pull him up from the couch. They started with a shot gun that turned into a kiss, tentative at first on Chris's part, slow and soft. Then Greg unleashed something in Chris and the two felt something electric. Their making out became deeper and more intense thanks in part to the massive hit Greg shared with Chris. "That is hot boys." Hunter was watching and stroking his hard cock. "Let's move this into the bedroom."

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

How about making a sex party out of it since the clubs are closed?

What I like - He fights against Cancel Culture, is aware of how corrupt the Media is and will attack both sides even Fox News. He is the 1st president to enter office and be Pro-LGBT. He is funding our military and puts America first when it comes to where our money is going to other countries. What I dislike - With the recent riots, defunding of police, destruction of historial landmarks and pandering of businesses to BLM I am disappointed in Trumps response. He has been very weak about quelling the violence. The CHAZ is turning violent, protestors are attacking people driving and people are trying to rewrite history and destroy it. I did not vote in the 2016 election, I did not trust Clinton, but I also at the time felt Trump was too much ego. It was after the election that I realized Trump was the correct president. My friends blamed me for Trump winning because I am more conservative, assumed I voted for him. Then there were the LGBT people telling me I cannot be gay if I am conservative. Or the articles saying that I am racist if I dont sleep with a Black man but I do sleep with a Black man I am fetishizing him and still racist. So no matter what I do as a White man I am racist. I will be voting for Trump this time around because I shudder to think how extreme the Left would be with Biden. I hope Trump and Republicans will actually stand up to the media and their values. They have been way too soft during these riots, they have abandoned the police and they are letting their cowardice rule them. Trump and Republicans need to legitimately make platforms act as platforms not publishers, they need to make the press free which means they need to show opposing view points.

im a black bottom and love being called a nigger by a white man its a huge turnon to me racial play is one of my favorite kinks

Louis pushed his shorts and underwear off and hopped into the shower in a flash. I picked up his shorts and underwear and sniffed them, enjoying his masculine scent. I dropped the underwear on the floor and put his shorts on. I went to the kitchen and saw two burger patties sitting there on a plate and a bag of frozen veggies. I went out on the balcony and found the grill already warmed up and went back in to get the burgers. I cooked the burgers, nuked the veggies in the microwave and set the table. With the grill off and the burgers plated, I closed the drapes in the living room and took his shorts off, tossing them back in the bathroom. I was standing there at the bathroom door when he got out of the shower and I watched him dry off, like he had done to me. He went to reach for his shorts and I said “Nope, if I’m naked you’re naked.” Louis dropped them and before he could say anything more I told him “Dinner is ready” and walked back to the table. Louis joined me and we ate dinner quietly chatting about nothing. Near the end of the dinner he said “You’d make a great wife with meals like this.” I chuckled and said “It’s husband and I’m glad you like it. I just spiced it up with what I could find.” “Yeah, I’m not much of a cook. You kind of have it all. You can build shit, you can fix motorcycles, you can cook and you’re…” he stopped before he could finish and I could tell he was embarrassed. “I’m what? An asshole?” I asked, wondering what he was going to say. “Sexy” he mumbled. “Thanks. You know, it doesn’t make you gay to say that another guy looks good” I replied as he got up and started cleaning the dishes. After a minute he said “I know, but I mean it in the gay sense. I don’t know why, but I’m attracted to you.” I could hear his voice crack and even though I was standing behind him, I could see the tear rolling down his cheek. “Hey, don’t ever let anyone tell you your feelings are wrong” I told him as I turned him around. I looked into his eyes and wiped the tear away. We stood there a few moments and then he moved his head towards mine and we kissed for a few minutes. I hugged Lous and then said “I’m gonna head home. Thanks for dinner and the shower. Do you want to meet next Saturday and finish up your bike? I have… uh… things to do tomorrow, but I might be able to do some work on it this week. Monday is out for me and Tuesday is out for you since we both have dates with Sky. It’s gonna take a few days to get the parts anyway.” I grabbed my clothes out of the bathroom and put them on. He looked back at me a little sad. “Uh, yeah. Saturday is good. Same time?” He asked. “Yeah. You have my number if things change. Or if you just want to talk” I said. I think he wanted me to stay the night, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted this to go now. Initially, I wanted to get into his pants, fuck and move on. Now, it was getting more complicated. Sunday I headed up early to my cousin’s farm for a day of dirt biking. I was exhausted when I got home and went to bed right away. Monday, I was at work early and then went home to shower and then get over to Sky’s place where I spent a few hours face down as he inked up the first part of my back tat. I was relaxing Tuesday night when I got a text from Sky - “WTF?” “Huh?” I replied. “U gonna fk Louis?” Sky answered. I didn’t know myself. After a few minutes I replied “if he wants.” “He’s a mess from his breakup. Give him time. Don’t take advantage of him. He’s a nice guy” was the response. Sky knew that I rarely was in a relationship and much preferred to pick em up, fuck em and then go on to the next guy. I replied “I know he is. I’ll be good.” I then sent off a message to Louis. “u ok?” I didn’t hear anything back before I went to sleep. There was nothing the next day either. Thursday I got home from work and there were a few packages in front of the door. I opened each one and it was all of the parts for Louis’ bike. I sent off a text “Hi. got all the parts. want to work on it tomorrow?” I waited a few minutes and then packed everything up into one box and grabbed a few bungee straps. I tied the box on the back of the Yamaha and then headed over to the garage. I was just about to finish putting the new bearings in the front wheel of Louis’ bike and heard my phone on the workbench chirp. I got the wheel back on the bike and went over and tapped the phone with my only greaseless knuckle. Louis had replied but with my hands full of grease I couldn’t open the phone up to find out what he said. I realized I was almost as nervous as when I was in high school and had my first boyfriend. I wiped my hands clean and read the message. He said “can’t make it til 7. too late?” and I replied “no.” I finished up the frontend of the bike, put on the new drive belt and pulled the carb off. I disassembled it and left most of the parts sitting in cleaning fluid before I cleaned my hands up and closed up shop for the night. Friday I was distracted most of the day and got several comments that I was working at half speed or too ready for the weekend. As I was packing up to leave Carlos walked up, slapped my ass and asked “Hot date tonight?” I grinned back at him and replied “Nah, workin on a guy’s bike.” Carlos laughed and said “Make sure to ride it hard ” and winked at me.

Last of the story setup --------------- “You still want a ride home from a fag?” I asked sarcastically. “Oh yeah, please. And the offer of dinner and shower are still there if you want” Louis said. I wasn’t sure if he was really being honest with me or just being nice until his bike was fixed. I took him up on it and we wheeled the Yamaha out of the garage and I handed him a helmet. “Gotta play safe, too many bad drivers out there” I told him. It was ironic since with almost every other activity I rarely played safe. I locked the door and asked him “You ever ride bitch?” and he shook his head “no.” I explained how to get on after I did and told him “You can either hold on to the grab handles or me. I’ll go easy.” As we rolled away, I was surprised to feel his hands around my waist and it felt kind of good. At every stop his chest was against my back. We got to his place and he told me to park in his parking space in front of his car. We went up to his apartment which was a really nice two bedroom with a balcony overlooking the parking lot. He dug out a towel and said “Let me find something to eat while you shower. Burgers ok?” “Yeah, sure” I replied. I had kind of hoped he would shower with me, but that was asking way too much. I left the door open and stripped before I put the towel next to the shower and hopped in. I took my time, cleaning off the grease and dirt and enjoying the hot water on my body. When I finished, I stepped out and grabbed the towel and Louis was standing at the bathroom door in only a pair of basketball shorts looking at me. “Fuck. You just have more surprises, don’t you?” Louis asked. “What do you mean?” I asked, confused at what he meant. “Well, you left the door open so I assume you like people watching and that big fuckin’ ring on your cock” he said. “More like a habit. I never close the door at home since no one else is usually there, but yeah I don’t mind guys watching me naked. As far as the piercing, it’s one of many. I got it when I turned 21 and finally got it to 0 gauge last year. You like it?” I replied feeling him getting more comfortable. “Shit, that had to hurt. You take it out to fuck?” Louis asked. Laughing, I said “It really didn’t. It was one of the easiest piercings I’ve done. I take it out if someone asks, but usually just leave it in. It feels amazing for both bottom and top.” I had finished off drying and I was just standing there naked. I didn’t make any move to get my clothes. “You seem to be pretty interested in my body. Is there anything you want to see closer or touch?” I said with a smile. Louis turned bright red and fumbled for words. “I really don’t mind” I said as I walked closer to him. “Its just that some of the mods you have done I have thought about. We’re both hairy guys so now I can kind of see what it might look like on me” Louis explained as his fingers reached towards my pierced nipples. The moment he touched one, my cock immediately started to stiffen. “Careful there, you’ve awakened the monster” I said with a chuckle. “What?” he asked. “Your nipples aren’t wired to your cock? Mine are and it doesn’t take much” I said as I reached over and rubbed my thumb over his left nip. “Oh fuck!” he yelled out and I watched his shorts bulge out. “No one has ever played with your nips during sex or foreplay?” I asked incredulous. “Uh, no. Most women I’ve been with haven’t liked me playing with their tits either” Louis said. “Damn. You’re missing out. Its an amazing erogenous zone. Have you ever just explored another person’s body? Just let your fingers, lips or tongue touch and taste someone?” I asked. I could see he was getting shy about talking like this. “Uh.. not really. Uh… I…. Uh… I need to take a shower and wash the sweat and dirt off too” he said. “OK, I’ll take a look at dinner” I replied.

Reminds me of my first dealer/fuck buddy who conspired with my long time girlfriend to fuck me. Thefucked up part was she and I were engaged only a few weeks before they carried out the plan where she slipped ghb to me, having him come over to sell Tina to us, tag teaming me with arguments that I should try a booty bump which meant stripping nude and allowing him to put shards up in me. I can't remember when she disappeared but I didn't mind too much since he had my dick in his mouth and three fingers twisting through my tight hole. Once he was finished breeding me for the third or fourth time a few hours later, he admitted that the "love of my life" was all too happy to trade him my high, semi aware body for his use, and all for a bag of Tina and a few tabs of x. Jokes on her though because the next ten hours he kept me high and fed load after load of cum up my ass and down my throat from his 11 inch uncut caramel cock making sure I loved it by the time she returned to our condo the next morning. It took less than a month for him to become a regular hang out pal and for her to end up with no dealer, no engagement ring and no me. If she reads this, I have to thank her for unintentionally showing me how much I prefer the pain my ass feels each time a massive cock rams in to it over the pain in the ass that most women turn out to be for the men they tie down. He still fucks me on occasion and I can only take his full length once in a rare while but he always makes me his cum dump before offering his own thanks to the bitch who made the worst trade since the French sold the US what is now the Western United States.

I’m on PrEP now for about 2-3 years. I started barebacking regularly in the mid 1990s although I had been taking loads some before. I took loads for about 20 years including trips to the baths and back rooms without getting Poz.

2. The Surprise I woke sometime around two in the afternoon to Rick pressing his cock back into my nearly recovered hole. I moaned as my hole once again stretched around his impressive girth, the cum from the previous times he had fucked me lubricating his shaft as he sank into me. Once inside of my Rick wasted no time, and was soon hammering my hole with ruthless efficiency causing me to cry out with lust. I am not normally a screamer but Rick’s powerful fucking forced yelps and moans out of me like no one had before. It didn’t take long this time for the load to boil up in Rick’s balls and soon he was grunting and bucking like an animal as he added another load to my already well-filled ass. “One for the road,” he growled into my ear as he came inside of me. When his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out and rolled out of the bed. “I’ve got some shit to do, so much as I’d like to spend the day breeding your hole… I’ve gotta go,” he said as he moved towards the door. “I’ll show you out,” I said covering my disappointment at seeing that magnificent cock go. “Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep. Get my number from Austin and let me know when you wanna get plowed again.” Then he was gone. I laid on my bed for a long moment, naked on my stomach, my stretched out cummy hole facing the door that Rick had left open again as he exited. I went back to sleep. Several hours later I woke up again to the sound of a new voice in my room. “Damn,” the voice said, “Who wrecked your hole?” It took me a long moment to place the voice. But before my eyes were fully open and I had looked over my shoulder at the speaker I knew it was Austin. I suddenly remembered that the door to my room had been open and that the way I was laying on the bed my cum covered ass was clearly visible. Austin smiled at me a little oddly as he took in my compromised position. Knowing what I did now about Austin I found myself seeing him in a new light. He was still a tall thin twink, but I took note of the well defined abs, the incredibly hairy pits, sweet pink nipples, the narrow but dense treasure trail that led down into his skimpy yellow underpants. I noted too just how well the basket of those underpants was filled out. “Seriously,” he pressed on, coming further into the room, “someone did a number on your ass and left a shit load of cum behind. I had no idea you were suck a fucking slut, let alone a cumslut.” “I’m not normally,” I said, shifting in the bed and covering myself with a sheet. “So who dumped all those loads in your hole?” I hesitated for a moment and then said, rather sheepishly, “Rick.” A strange series of emotions played across Austin’s face so quickly that I couldn’t place all of them; but I’m certain that surprise, anger, jealousy, and fear all flashed by before he settled on lust. He rubbed his crotch through his yellow briefs and I could see that the healthy bulge was beginning to swell. “Why are you covering yourself up man,” he asked coming even closer. “You liked getting railed by Rick didn’t you? Well I’ve got something I think you’ll like just as much.” With that he practically leapt onto the bed straddling my pelvis. He lent forward and kissed me roughly. My cock quickly hardened again as I began to explore my roommates trim body with my hands. Our kiss was short lived though as after only a couple of minutes Austin broke away and said, “I have to get my mouth on that ass, flip over.” I did as I was told and kicking my legs apart Austin spread my cheeks and started to devour my ass. He lapped up the cum that had leaked from my hole and pushed it back inside of me with his tongue as he desperately tried to penetrate my hole as deep as he could with that same organ. Much like our kiss though this joy was short lived as soon I heard rustling and felt Austin shifting about behind me. Soon his mouth left my hole but his hands remained on my cheeks, I felt something warm and hard press against my hole and knew that it was his cock. Without saying a word Austin steadily pressed his fat raw cock in side of me. It was not quite as long as Rick’s but it certainly was as thick if not thicker. I whimpered into the pillow as Austin came to rest balls deep in me and started to kiss my neck. He started out slowly, sensing that my hole was still a little worn to from my night’s escapades but soon worked himself up to a feverish pace. Soon Austin was panting as I moaned into the pillows in front of me, and sweat dripped from him falling onto me. He was not going to last long, that was quickly obvious, but his cock was tugging at my hole as it stretched me wide in such a magical way that I wasn’t about to complain. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as he bottomed out in me and his cock began to throb. As his orgasm rocked through his body he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, I’ll be ready to go in a minute though.” He started to rock his hips forward and back slightly, “But feeling all those POZ loads in you I couldn’t resist adding my own to the mix right away.” “What,” I said, my ass clenching around his cock in shock, “You’re POZ?” “Yeah,” he replied sounding a little confused, and then after a moment, “So is Rick. I thought you knew and that’s why…” “Oh fuck,” I said, “I had no idea.” “I’m so sorry,” Austin said, moving to get off of me. As his cock started to slip from my hole I realized I didn’t want him to stop. I had six loads of POZ cum in my hole… there was no changing that so I might as well enjoy the cocks that put it there. I reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me, and shoving his cock back inside of me. “Where do you think you’re going mister,” I said. “But I’m…” “At this point it doesn’t matter, so how about we stop talking and you get back to plowing my hole with your fat POZ cock.”

It doesn't affect me. I've said before that my first partner trained me to learn to take his big cock by getting used to sitting on the big fat pole and riding it while he jerked me off. When I came, he wiped up my cum off his chest, pushed me off him and onto my stomach as he lubed his cock with my own load and finished his fuck. I loved it. I soon learned to love cock in my ass any way I could get it but that little extra incentive was excellent positive reinforcement. I always liked the idea of getting fucked with my own load as my lube. It was like I had to earn my lube. Last night I was feeling my versatile oats and was fucking this beautifully built young jock who didn't have any idea who was fucking him, just that it was another cock when a guy came in from behind me and pushed himself inside my own hole. 8-10 strokes was all it took and he began to cum. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and began pumping my whole body downward to meet his thrust as he pounded his nut deep inside me. Five or six of those depth charge lunges and he was spent. The whole room was into it as he was grunting loudly with each one. When he with drew, I reached back and wiped a handful of his seed from my ass crack as it spilled out and lubed my own cock back up and re-entered my boy. I leaned forward and said " here is a little of the guy behind me for you too" then I pounded out my nut lubed by his. I felt it was the least I could do since I accidentally intercepted a load he might have gotten next. lol. I'm nice like that. He got two recharges in one load. But back to the question, no.

I turned the movie back on and watched as Ian Jay’s hole opened up easily to except Dan Fisk’s long thick cock. The horny bottom groaned as his hole was penetrated and I started to rub my cock. My hole twitched at the realization that in a few minutes I would be the bottom moaning as a raw cock slid inside of me. The pleasure on Ian’s face increased my lust to be bred and I started to look nervously at the door willing my top to get there sooner. My computer rang with an Adam4Adam alert and I paused the movie to click over. theItalianStalion had messaged me back, “headin to the gym, horny as fuck, lookin for a hole to breed when I’m done. how long are you free today?” I messaged back telling him I was taking loads all day and for him to text me when he was ready to come use my hole and provided him with my phone number. After sending my message I turned the movie back on. Just a few seconds later my phone chirped with a text message, “I’ll be done in about two hours boy, you want me all hot and sweaty from the gym?” “Fuck yes,” I replied guessing this was theItalianStalion. “I’ll text you for the address when I’m done here boy.” My cock throbbed and my hole twitched at the though of having another guy in such quick succession to the first. What the hell had come over me. Another text came through, “here,” it read, and then was quickly followed by, “open the door a little and get on your knees.” I did as I was instructed and opened the door a crack and got on my knees just behind it still wearing only my white briefs. I waited with baited breath for a few long moments to the silence out in the hall, and then I heard soft footsteps coming from the stairs and heading to my door. They paused for a moment outside and then slowly the door swung open and there he stood. He looked just like he had in his pictures, tall and blonde with a strong angular face, he wore a polo shirt, brown shoes, and tan pants that were slightly tented out at the crotch. He closed the door behind him and pulled of his shirt, then he quickly shucked his shoes and pants and lastly dropped his boxer briefs revealing a cock that while still mostly soft was surprisingly thick. “Well get over here and suck my cock,” he said in a gruff manly voice. I scrabbled over to him and swallowed his semi-hard cock in one go. He groaned a little as his cock began to swell in my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth slathering over his shaft working it to fullness. Now I’ve been told in the past that I give a damn fine blow job and most of the guys that I had been with had enjoyed a nice long one before the fucked me but this guy had different ideas. A soon as his cock was fully hard he pulled it from my mouth and grabbed hold of my shoulders so he could spin me around. I suddenly found myself with my ass in the air and my chest pressed into the floor as this stranger rubbed a rough finger over my hole. He spit on his finger and my hole and worked his way inside a little bit twisting his finger around in my hole. Normally I needed a lot of rimming and fingering to get ready to take a cock but on this day my hole just opened up and was only too willing to open wide and accommodate this man’s considerable girth. He moaned his appreciation at my now winking hole. “Sweet little boy cunt,” he muttered, “You ready to get bred boy?” “Fuck yes, breed my ass.” “Good answer.” His finger was removed from my hole and I felt the warm wide blunt slick head of his cock pressing against my hole. I pressed back a little and tried to relax, under normal circumstances I would be terrified trying to take his cock but my hunger seemed to banish all of my fears. I needed his cock and so it must fit. Gradually my hole blossomed around his cock and he was soon able to slide balls deep in my ass. I groaned. He pulled out very slowly just so that his head remained inside my rim and then after a moment without any warning he slammed the full length of his thick meat back inside my hole, he repeated this several times each time slamming back a little harder and then he began to deep fuck me pounding away at my hole with long powerful strokes. My whole body shook with every thrust, pressing me into the floor. I was powerless against his pounding, not that I would ever have wanted to stop it. His raw cock sliding in and out of my hole was sending waves of pleasure across my body. My moaning was reduced to whimpering as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the apartment and my nostrils became saturated with the smell of sex. My body seemed to be melting away and all that was left was my hole stretched around this strangers raw cock. His did was becoming my whole world, the cum he would soon plant inside my guts the only thing I cared about. He pulled out suddenly and growled, “get on your back, I wanna see your face when I breed your hole.” I quickly rolled over, grabbed my ankles, and presented him with my hole again. He moved swiftly into position and sank his cock back into my now wet and sloppy hole. Sweat dripped from his strong furry muscular body onto my skinny pail chest. His armpit was right above my face and I could smell the sweet intoxicating sent that a man only produces when he’s fucking someone. He leaned in close to my face and muttered, “I’m gonna breed your sweet boy cunt now.” “Do it, breed my hole,” I encouraged. He gave my hole a few more deep pounds and then growled as he bottomed out and sunk balls deep inside of me his cock pulsing madly. I groaned as I felt his load rushing into me, filling my gut. After a long minute he pulled out his cock starting to soften and quickly got dressed. “You’ve got a nice fucking hole boy, I’ve got some friends who might like to use you, mind if I give out your number to some of them?” “Please do.” “Good answer slut,” and with that he was gone. For a long moment I just lay there fingering his load in my hole, and then my phone chirped again.