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Part 13 Luke’s lower lip hung slacked after I face-fucked him, well he wasn’t sucking with much conviction, so I decided to feed him my cock… I was amazed on how much the presumably straight guy was so easily enrolled in gay acts by me! He must have been curious at least. Magoo had done the same with me, but at least I was gay. Unwilling and gay. For a cop representing authority in public, Luke was pretty submissive in bed. I didn’t cum yet. I was edging, slowing down when I felt too close to the point of no return. I had no reason to rush this. I had a neg guy for me to play with. My hard cock was pulsing against Luke’s tongue, and on each beat, precum leaked copiously toward his throat. He swallowed it all, and when he did his lips pursed at the tip of my cockhead, kissing it briefly before reopening his puffed lips for my cock to slide in back. I could have stay like this forever. I pulled back, straddling his crotch again. I caressed his pecs and abs, paying a lot of attention to his nipples. “Feel good?” I asked, knowing the answer already. I tighten my fingers around both tips, triggering a moan from the nice cop. “hmmm… it hurts” said Luke. Unconsciously, Luke complied to my ministration of his body. I caught them again, but pinched them harder. Luke arched is back, pushing out his pecs, offering them to my sexual/sadistic will. Under my warm ass, I was able to feel his cock getting alive again. So, I continued playing with his tits, gently loving them, dominantly torturing them. If I learned something from my first bathhouse visit is that time is meaningless. I don’t know how long we were at it, but it sure came to an unexpected surprise for both of us. “Fuck… urrgh… urrgh…” Only by the nipple-play session, he had reached an orgasm and spewed his hot load! Luke’s cock never when hard completely before his body started shaking from the impending orgasm. I felt his warm ejaculation under me, his cock snot landing right on my perineum. I shifted my body up, staging his face between my ass and balls. “Go on, lick me clean” I looked down and saw Luke shaking his head. “Come on, it’s your own cock juice. I ate your full load earlier.” I had finger-fed me all his sperm from my torso, delighted by the salty and creamy taste. “You are clean, aren’t you?” I asked. Still looking up at me, he nodded. “So, come on them, nothing to be ashamed of… all guys taste their load once in their life. There you go… see, you are just another cum-gobbler like the rest of us…” He really didn’t like me calling him a cum-gobbler. His eyes were daggers. In the end, I got him lick his own load, my balls and my ass until his face was covered by saliva and ass sweat! “It’s too bad, grandpa hasn’t returned yet” I said nonchalantly, now positioned over Luke’s thighs and lubing my cock generously. Slowly and almost mechanically, obviously down from his sexual height, Luke rose his head. “Why?” “He might have saved your ass from being fucked” My hand was at his ass before he realized what I had told him. A finger fully-deep in his straight ass, the gooey lube doing its magic. “Unngh! No…” he raised his head and let it drop back, “it’s only your finger… ah… for a second I thought you meant to fuck me… you know… with your cock.” “My finger is okay then? playing his hole. “I am good… strange feeling, but okay” he replied. “I am pushing my thumb now. How is it?” “Aah… bigger… slowly.” “Let’s try this now…” I said after few minutes of finger-stretching. We felt asleep after the fuck. It was in this cuddling position that Magoo found us, shaking my shoulder to slowly. “Hey Max, wake up…” he whispered. “Luke’s partner his looking for him. He needs to go back to his room and dressed. They are leaving.” I stretched my arm around Luke’s chest and started caressing him, “hey sexy… how are you doing… it’s time to go with your partner…” I stood up. A small puddle of cum had leaked on the mattress sheet. “Is that cum?” Magoo asked pointing at the wet spot. “Huh huh…” I replied still waking up. “You fucked him?” a mid-astonished, mid-horrified Magoo asked. “Ungh…? Yeah. We didn’t find the dominoes.” “He’s a straight cop!” “I know.” “You will have to tell me the full story later” Luke was feeling his hole. I thanked him for keeping me company. His mind was preoccupied, with reasons. Magoo and I were alone again. But the mood wasn’t there anymore. “How’s Bob?” I asked lying down on the bed again. “Fucked. Someone brought him back home. It doesn’t look good”. For a moment I saw in the old man a caring person for his friend. I felt sad. But the moment was gone! The “old” Magoo was back! “Hmmm… where were we before this brief and unfortunate interruption?” he asked, a hand sliding between my cheeks, “Oh… I see that you kept yourself lubricated… Luke’s cum?” He was pushing two fingers in my wet hole. “I’m kind of tired right now… can we…” “Nope. No more delays. No more Bob. No more “I don’t want” from you. It’s time.” He had put the poppers to my nose. I wasn’t really into it, so I fake sniffing it. “It’s time for me to collect all my efforts with you. So, turn around and suck me good because it’s the only lube your cummy ass will get. Your neg ass has defied me too many times.” It took a long time to satisfy the old man and get him hard. Although, when I felt it, it thrilled me. I buried my face in his crotch, licking the root of his cock down to his balls, smelling the manly sweat. Magoo pointed his cock at me and with one slow, tight, all-length jerk, the cock produced a drop of precum at his piss slit. “Listen carefully Max, from now on you will never waste any cum, precum and eventually piss from any men.” I lick the head clean. “It is your duty, Max.” I took over his cock and jerk it few times to get all the precum he had to offer. “Their status is not your concern anymore. Only cocks and what they gave you. Now get on the bed.” Unlike the lamb brought for the sacrifice, I knowingly and willingly laid on the bed to accept my first poz cock, and ultimately receiving a toxic load. Is my mind really made the decision? What a timid 19-year-old guy, year long sex-deprived, overwatching web porn with a bad-case of hand jerking habit can do when he found himself with 108 other naked men, all animated by a carnal desire to suck and fuck? The answer is simple: he succumbs to lust. I was fucked again like a whore in my favorite position. Déjà vu? Yes! This time it was Mr. Magoo. With his 9 ½ inches cock (how many times I told you he had an amazing cock?!), he was relentlessly pounding my hole like an Olympic marathonian. His cock was long, definitely disproportionate on a 5’ tall man. The pleasure was doubled by the average girth of his cock which allowed me to take him without much pain. “You see, and you thought you couldn’t take a poz cock up your tiny ass!” He was leaning over me, with his hand moving from my smooth chest down to my tight stomach, playing with my tiny trail of dark-blond hair which was running from my belly button to disappear in my trimmed bush. Magoo was now cock-stabbing me. I had to lift my nuts to prevent them being crushed with each short thrust. With a kind of glint in the eye (which told me that wicked Magoo was about to reoffend), he leaned further on me, putting the fuck to a halt, and kiss my lips. “Now that I got your undivided attention, I have something to confess…”

Gloryhole Loads for My Boy Chapter 1. When we first met, we fucked safe. Even with a condom on, my boy would make me pull out to cum, in the rubber, just in case. He was downright prudish. I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he confessed that he fantasized about taking raw cock, even from POZ men. His fantasies scared him, but as he told me more, I kept getting more and more hard. After his confession didn’t scare me off, he started talking while I fucked him, begging for me to cum in him. He’d go so far to plead for me to breed his pussy. During a particularly hot session, I pulled out to catch my breath, and he ripped the condom off and guided my raw cock into his hole for the first time. It was so hot, I only lasted a few more strokes before filling him with my load. He just grinned at me. After that, we never used condoms again. I asked him if he liked taking loads, and he just sheepishly smiled. I told him that I’d be happy to cum in him whenever he’d let me. That kept us satisfied for a few weeks. I’d rail him and then ask where he wanted my load, and he’d beg for it, pushing me over the edge and cumming inside him. I never pulled out to cum on his hole and push it back in. He wanted cum deep inside. I regularly watched his hole cling to my dick as I pulled out. His hole would wink and then start to leak a trickle of my cum. The sight of his freshly bred hole kept me hard. My boy saw how excited his cummy hole made me, and he jerked me back to full hardness and guided me back into him. I loved watching my own cum squelch around my cock as I slid back and forth. He was loving how sloppy and slippery our fuck was. He gasped, ‘Yeah, use that cum. Lube your dick with that cum!’ That got me going and I came deeply inside. When I pulled out a second time, he fingered his hole and worked two fingers in. I jerked him off with one hand and added two fingers to his hole. He was more cummy and looser than he’d ever been before, and we both loved it. He came all over his chest and I gooped it up and pressed it into his open pussy. My boy looked up at me and asked if I thought less of him for being so slutty. I told him how much it turned me on to see his used fucked-out hole. He suggested we do this again in a few hours, and we did! I came twice, again, and he came once, and all three loads went into his ass. Followed by four slimy fingers. We repeated the feat every few days for the next few weeks. By that time, even with a cummy hole full of fingers, I could sense his cunt wanting more. After playing with his hole for a bit after a verbal naughty session, I reached into his bedside table, where I knew he kept a dildo. His hole was so gooey that I was able to slip it right in. My boy squealed with delight. He slid two fingers in alongside that rubber cock and I worked his dick until he shot again. We collapsed into a cummy sweaty mess and slept hard. To be continued... Note: This will be a six-chapter story. And yes, they're all written. It's filthy. I'll post a new chapter ever couple of days. This is dedicated to a certain piggy guy, who deserves a piggy man to help him on his journey. We all deserve that.

That's such a steaming pile of shit that I'd suggest moving it to the Scat fetish forum. This goes way beyond politics. Politics is, under normal circumstances, "What percentage of government spending should be on national defense vs. safety nets for the disadvantaged?". Politics is "What is the best way to ameliorate centuries of oppression on the basis of race without necessarily making it harder for disadvantaged people who identify with the majority race?" Politics is "Should education funding be hyper-localized (which results in wealthy areas getting better schools) or averaged out across a state or even across the country (which creates a disconnect between society and its schools)?" Politics is "Which societal benefits are best provided by the private sector via a regulated marketplace vs. which ones should be guaranteed by the government via public funding, and which of the latter should be directly provided by the government vs. which should be contracted out to private parties to administer and deliver?" Politics is not "Jews will not replace us!" vs., well, anything. Politics is not "We refuse to accept the duly certified election results and demand that they be overturned and our highest office be awarded to the loser." Politics is not breaking into a public legislative building, disrupting the lawmaking activity going on therein, threatening the lives of the legislative leadership, vandalizing the building, or murdering a police officer. Those are not politics. Those are insurrection, sedition, and anarchy.

Chapter 2. The next morning over breakfast, I asked my boy if he wanted me to stretch him out some more and try out some more cum play. He smiled across the table with that same shy mischievous grin, and then asked what I had in mind. I told him we’d be taking a few days off from rawfucking to get his hole relatively tight again, but we’d jerk off daily. Each time we came for the next few days, we shot our loads into a jar and kept it in the fridge. I know I added a load more than once a day and I’m sure he did too. By the weekend, the jar was obscenely splattered with a good half inch of our combined milky seed. I got my boy to lean back and lapped at his puckered ass, savoring its tightness. With no abuse, he was tighter than he’d been in months. I tongue fucked him as his hole began to relax and then dipped my fingers in the cum jar. Fresh from the fridge, the goo was cold and thick, but it did a great job of lubing his ass. It tasted so good and I loved how his greedy hole seemed to suck it in. In that moment, savoring the sight of his cum-lubed hole, I grabbed my phone and shot a few pics. I snapped as my raw cock, slimy with cum, slid into his hole. I got a great pic of his hole clinging outward as I reared back, then sucking in as I slammed forward. I shot a big load into him, but with his hole already so wet, it hardly made a difference. I knew I would stay hard for bit and pulled out to replace my cock with the dildo. I slid it’s full length into him. As he tried to dig his fingertips into his hole, I swatted them away and slid my own hard cock into him alongside that fake dick. He wailed, loving the sensation of having his ass split open by two cocks. He shouted out that he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. I got him to talk dirty and confess he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. ‘What about the lube,’ I asked. He moaned back begging for me to keep his ass full of cum. Of course, that made me come immediately and he blasted all over his chest without even touching his cock. As I smeared his seed onto my cock and fucked it back into him, I asked him if he was really sure of what he wanted. He almost seemed ashamed to admit it, but I smiled and told him that I was loving his piggy side coming out more and more. Her hung his head and sighed that he was afraid he’d keeping wanting more and more and not be able to stop, going as far as taking POZ cum. The thought of that clearly freaked him out as much as it turned him on. I hugged him and told him I’d be there to make sure he was safe, more or less, and could just enjoy the sex. Besides, taking two cocks at once wasn’t really so filthy. Now, ten, that’d be a different story. He just grinned at me playing with his sopping pussy, saying how hot it would be to take a load from a stranger and not even see his face. I asked how he’d feel about taking a load without knowing the guy’s status. His cock sprang right back to life and I slowly massaged his balls saying that guys who fuck raw are bound to take POZ seed sooner or later. I kept talking dirty until he came again, his thick load dripping down his shaft. We held each other as we drifted off to sleep, his ass leaking loads into a cool puddle on the bed, and me hatching a plan to get another guy’s cum and cock deep into my boy’s guts. To be continued...

Without a doubt. Show me a guy with a dozen guns in his house and I will show you an insecure, frightened man. The “one perceived flaw” we’re talking about here isn’t a receding hairline or even (though this is borderline) owning a Nickelback album. It’s having a Nope-inducing character flaw like racism, bigotry, homophobia, or having performed an act of sedition against the nation. If you know a lot of guys who wouldn’t invalidate a sexual contact on that basis, I’m very sorry to hear it. A lack of a social conscience is also a serious flaw in a man’s character. I might suggest that you avoid those people; a man becomes known by the company he keeps.

I just don't understand why people want to be sick. There are great responses here on both sides. I would go with prep. Why be sick.

Glad you are posting Stories 1981. Love them, always end up cuming. Thanks fella.

I have quite a few tattoos and after many years decided to embrace the pig that I am. I live in the country with work, but travel to the city to head office often. I was due to go into the office for a week in the next month and decided that it was time to mark my place as the total pig bottom I am and get a pig tattoo on my arse. I did some shopping around and found a guy with a studio not far from where I was staying. It looked like he did some good work and while sexual orientation isn't necessarily an issue, I wanted a guy tattooing my arse. I emailed a few pics and after some suggestions and back and forth (daily) we agreed on a cheeky version of a pig. He asked where I wanted it and I said on my arse cheek. All of a sudden I didn't hear from him for a few days and thought he may have been a bit weirded out by it. Two days later I get an email from him: Sorry I took a bit to get back to you - it has been a bit busy and I wanted to float a suggestion back with you. In case you prefer to have something on both arse cheeks instead of one, what do you think of this on the opposite arse cheek. It was the word "Pig" in running writing and the tail of the "g" turned into an arrow. "And the arrow can point off toward your arsehole". I was so turned on and I emailed him back - yeah let's do it. He suggested his last appointment on the Friday afternoon the week I was down there, and I locked it in. I raced home at lunch time on the Friday and cleaned out as I wanted to make sure the whole area was clean and smelled ok since he was going to be working down there for a few hours. I turn up to a house and there is a sign with the studio name on it and direction down the side driveway to a shed/studio down the back. I rock up to the glass sliding door to see what must have been one of the sexiest men alive cleaning up after what must have been his last client. He was probably just under 6" tall, dirty blonde curly hair down to his shoulders normally but messily tied back. He hadn't shaven in a few days and had piercing blue eyes. He obviously worked out and was quite toned. He was wearing a white singlet with denim shorts. The singlet showed off his many tattoos and also he perfectly blonde hairy chest. I could see a healthy bulge in his shorts and he had glorious muscular hairy legs. I was lost looking at him when I hear him opening the glass sliding door. I was so mesmerized that I hadn't even registered him walking toward the door. "Hey buddy, I'm Sam. You Simon?". I responded with a whimpering "yes" as I tried to gain my composure. Sam was a confident as he was beautiful. He motioned me in and as I walked past him he grabbed my arse and massaged it and said "I've been looking forward to working on this all week". He had the sexiest, yet evil glint in his eye as he said it. After a quick chat about the tattoo, he said to get up in the table and lay face down. I did as he asked and pulled the back of my shorts down to expose my arse for him. "Mate, we are both men here and I like to have plenty of room to work. Take your pants and underwear off and lay on the table." I did as he asked and I was already starting to get hard. I was laying on the table face down and my cock was almost rock hard within seconds just thinking about this "god" touching my arse. Sam was moving around and getting things ready and just making normal small talk. He came up to the end my head was at to sort a few things out and turned around to point his crotch right at my face and leant over and rubbed my arse with his hand and said "These tattoos are going to look great here" He slowly caressed my arse cheeks whilst getting very close to my hole. I could smell his crotch which was basically in my face and I had to use every ounce of self control not to grab it. I swear I could see it growing. Finally he went back to my arse and soon enough he was tattooing the pig on my left arse cheek. Because of where it was his off hand rested near my arsehole and as he tattooed he would occasionally slide his little finger over my arse. I was getting so turned on my cock was leaking huge amounts of precum. He said "How does that feel? All ok?" I decided since he was not hesitating to flirt, that I wouldn't either. "It feels fine Sam! The tattoo is ok too". Sam chuckled "I thought and hoped so. The tattoo was a pretty good clue. Now that is out of the way and clear, we can really enjoy the rest of the tattoo." No sooner had he said it he licked his finger and went back to tattooing my arse and slid his little finger straight into my hole and kept it in there finger fucking me as he tattooed. I couldn't help myself and I shot a load under my stomach. "I'm almost done with the pig. Do you mind if we take a quick smoko break before I do the other one? Do you have to be anywhere tonight?" I responded eagerly and told him I had no plans for the night. When he finished he rubbed some cream on my tattoo and covered it and stood up. "Just throw your shorts on and we can step out for a quick smoke before do the next one." I stand up and he can see I have cum over myself. "I thought you might enjoy the extras during the tattoo. Let me clan up the mess". And he knelt down and starts licking all the cum off my stomach, getting some in his facial hair. I'm rock hard again and he swallows my cock and gives me the best head I have had in year. I don't last long before cumming in his mouth and he doesn't miss a drop. He stands up and I pull my shorts up and I can see he is almost bursting out of his shorts and a distinct wet patch at the end of a very thick 8" cock outline. Before I get a chance to do anything he leans in and kisses me and we share my load with tongues darting it back and forth till it is all gone. I place my hand on his cock through his shorts and he grabs me and says "We got all night man. You'll get it" and smiles and kisses me again. We step out and both share a smoke before going back in and he starts on the other arse cheek and tattoo. As with the first one, he spends the whole time fingering my hole whilst tattooing. "So you got nothing planned tonight you said?" I respond with no. He stops tattooing for a second and stands up and walks around to my head again. I look up at his blue eyes and he says "How about you spend it here with me and I give you all of this (and he grabs his huge cock) and if you stay the night and enjoy it I will give you a free tattoo in the morning." I think i responded "yes" before he finished saying it. When he finished the second tattoo, he tells me to relax and that we have all night and he buries his lightly bearded face in my arse and rims me like a pro. He comes up for air and says "I am assuming the pig tatts mean you like it wet, raw and bareback like a real pig". I respond with "The only way I take a cock is raw. No rubber goes near that hole". He responds, "perfect, I am going to really enjoy sharing all of myself with you then". He stands up and I hear him unzip his shorts and walk around to my head and there is a thick 8" cock in my face. "Get this wet. Tattooing your arse has me dripping and I need to let a load go right now". I am thinking he is going to blow a load in my mouth, but I only get a minute on his cock enough to get it wet before he walks back around and pulls me by my feet to the end of the bench leaving me bent over the edge and shoves his wet raw cock in me in one go. I catch my breath and before I know it he is bottoming out and I can feel his hairy balls slapping against my arse as he fucks me deep and hard. He is almost going wild fucking me and it is't long before I feel his seed flooding my insides and he is grunting like a pig and literally yelling "Take it, take it all". He slowly pulls out and pulls his shorts back up and says, "fucking hot! lets grab a drink and smoke". We step out and he grabs a few beers and we stand around and have a smoke and drink with the occasional snog in between. TBC....

It was a long day at the office, patient after patient, with very little time to eat let alone time to go to the bathroom. Before heading home, I sat at my computer and posted on Craigslist, I need the release tonight. Masc top – 45 Masculine top here HWP in search of a bubble butt bottom into kissing, getting rimmed and fucked. DDF tested at the beginning of the month. Prefer 20-30yrs hwp as well. I take care of myself you should too. Then I submitted a picture of my 7.5 inch uncut thick Latin cock. I could really use the release, business has been booming and that’s great but I want to travel, and meet guys. I drove home, and forgot about the post so I wouldn’t be disappointed by a lack of interest in the post. My roommate was gone for a couple weeks on business I could go home and spend my night naked, watch porn on the big screen and cook myself a good meal without any interference. No matter what it will be a good night. A few hours later I hear my phone go off with the email sound, my cock twitched in excitement. When I opened the email, there was a picture of an athletic, tone, young bubble butt bottom. He wrote his stats, 6’2 185lb with a 6.5 inch cut cock. He knew he was clean and double checked my stats because he has a girlfriend that doesn’t know and it need to stay that way. I couldn’t believe it, I would get to fuck a “straight” sexy bottom tonight. My cock was instantly rock hard, “the code is 002 I’m on the second floor of the building, door will be unlocked. I can’t wait to have some fun! I can show you my last results, we can play safe though if you want. See you at 8pm!” I wrote in reply. I took a nice hot shower and laid in bed, still rock hard with anticipation of fucking this hopefully great ass. It felt like forever, but I heard my apartment door open and shut, and the shadow of my hookup entering my room. Dressed in a plain white undershirt and sweat pants, the picture he sent didn’t do him justice. He didn’t waste any time either, while walking over to the bed he took off his shirt and slid down his sweatpants, the dim lights showed off every line, and curve of his athletic body. He got in bed crawling up to meet me, I grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss. He was an amazing kisser for being “straight” I didn’t think he’d be as into it as he was. My hands roamed his body, his ass was firm, strong and big for a white boy. My fingers played with his puckered hole, “I want to eat your ass”, I said pulling his hips up towards my face, “suck my cock.” He did as he was told, this is where his straightness showed, his mouth was warm and soft but he wasn’t the greatest cocksucker. His ass though, his ass was smooth, tasted so delicious. He cleaned up well, not even a lingering taste of soap. His ass began to open up for my tongue, I pushed my spit deeper with my finger as he deep throated my cock as best he could. I turned him around and sat him down on my wet cock, sliding it between his beautiful ass cheeks. We continued to make out, tongues darting back and forth, when he surprised me by grabbing my cock and lining it up to his tight hole, pushing down onto it slowly. With spit as lube the entry was slow, he pulled up and I licked my hand to put more lube on my cock. He sat down and this time, I slid most of the way in and it felt incredible. He sat up, slowly lifting and dropping down onto my cock eyes closed head up towards the ceiling, he was enjoying it a lot. I ran my hands up his sexy abs to his shoulders and pulled him back down for his delicious mouth. I couldn’t take it much longer, I fucked his ass while kissing him for probably a minute or two longer before pushing him down all the way on my cock and cumming deep into his amazing ass. “Oh my God, you have the perfect ass” I said to him as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth drunk on the cum deep in his ass. “Thank you” he said shyly as he got up, my still rock hard cock leaving his ass with a *pop*. He was clearly nervous as he crept back towards his clothes and left. I wanted his ass again, I want his mouth again. Why do the hot ones have to be straight? I thought to myself as I jacked off to the thought of him. I sent him an email the next mornin, “Thank you for last night, but you left me still hard and wanting your ass, let me know when you can come back for more!” Surprisingly I got a reply within the hour, “Sorry I left in such a hurry, I’m still pretty new to all of this, it felt great though, I think your cum is still inside my ass. Kind of makes me horny all over again.” “that’s hot, keep it in there as long as you can or come back for more. How’s tonight?” My cock now rock hard at the office. I day dreamed all day of what I wanted to do with him. Bringing him to the office and fucking him over one of the dental cleaning chairs, meeting him at his house and fucking him in his bed, and taking him on a vacation away from his girlfriend. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. By the end of the day I had not heard back, I hope I didn’t scare him off. I got home, and while in the shower heard my phone go off. I left the shower running, and went to my phone I hope it says “on my way over”. It didn’t but I enjoyed this email even more. “I cant come over tonight, and weekends are tough, that’s when I see my girlfriend. Next week I’m watching a family friends house, and she can’t stay over if you want to come by a couple times. Maybe play some fantasies I’ve had but never tried.” I replied, “Yes, tell me them.” Hours later he sent me the most exciting email I’ve ever received. “Ok I’m super nervous about a lot of this but… One fantasy is to have my drink drugged and be used all night, with or without video. But to wake up knowing someone used me as their cumrag, sore and full of cum. Btw I’m game to try anything at least once. I want my hole opened up, I love the idea of someone pissing into it, either as an enema or just to fill me up. I have never cum from someone fucking me but I know its possible, I’ve told myself when I’ve been really horny that if I were to accomplish that, that I would consider it a sign I’m truly meant to be gay, to take cocks. Lastly, I like the idea of there being some secret thing I wear, have on my body that claims me as theirs. Other than these I love the idea of gangbangs, 3somes, exhibition, chastity, CBT, golden showers from groups, being abused and dominated, sometimes at my horniest even outed, and scat. I emailed him back “We will have some fun next week, I will come over every night that you can have me. One of those nights you will be drugged and I will use you all night, I will try to fist you, you will drink my piss when I ask, and who knows maybe I’ll call a friend or two. You have the most perfect ass, and I think its meant to take cocks, I will make you gay” “Yes Sir” “Address, phone number, and your work schedule please. I will text you before I come over each night.” I immediately started preparing for the next week, I went to a sex shop and bought restraints, cock rings, poppers and toys in different sizes. I want him to wear a jock strap, I picked up a Diesel, Andrew Christian and Addicted brand straps. I called in and got myself some Xanax from the pharmacy, and some other things for a good cocktail in case. I really do think I could make him gay, and I hope that he becomes mine when he realizes it. Monday took forever to come but I text him at 7pm, “can I come over?” “Yes, I need to clean up though” “See you within the hour”, I said, my cock already pressing into my jeans. I walked up to the house and knocked on the door, I didn’t want to walk into the wrong one. The boy opened the door, he was wearing shorts, and a t-shirt. “Here, go put this on and come to the door to let me in the proper way.” I said handing him one of the jockstraps. I shut the door, and he went off to change. I knocked again, he answered the door in just the jockstrap, but didn’t open the door all the way. He looked so hot, this boy will be mine. I pushed the door wide open, “Aren’t you going to kiss your gay lover hello?” He sheepishly stepped forward, and I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him in for a deep kiss which he gratefully returned. I spun us around so his ass faced the street, it wasn’t a busy neighborhood but I knew it would scare him and drive him wild. I broke the kiss, “my bag is in my car in the driveway, go get it.” And I shut the door, making sure to lock the deadbolt loudly so he knows there’s only one way back in. I went to the kitchen and started to make us a drink, and he was back at the door knocking. I walked slowly back to the door, and asked who it was as I looked through the hole in the door. “Its Trevor!” he said nervously. “Not remembering, how do I know you?” egging him on. “Sir can you let me in?” he said desperately. I opened the door a crack, “You got the wrong bag, and you will answer, ‘I’m your gay bottom’ if you want to be let back in when you get back. I went back to make him a special drink, piss, gin and tonic with a little treat for him. *Knock, Knock, Knock* But I had to finish making the drinks. It was hard to stop the flow of piss, but I wanted him to have the rest from the tap. *Knock, Knock, Knock* “Who is it?” I yelled from the kitchen this time. He hesitated, and I heard something softly said through the door, “who is it?” I repeated. “It’s your gay bottom!” he rushed and said just loud enough. I walked back to the door, he had the correct bag this time. “Good boy, thanks for grabbing my bag. I made us a drink, lets go chat. Yours is a piss gin and tonic. I’m drinking beer.” He seemed to like that, and I followed his perfect ass into the kitchen. We talked for 45 minutes, and I learned a lot about my future boy. “you need another drink, follow me” I said. I grabbed his hand and we walked to the bathroom, “On your knees, urinal.” He quickly got onto his knees, his hard cock stretching the jock strap. I whipped out my cock and put it in his face, “put your lips around my cock, but no tongue, you will swallow everything I give you tonight” His soft lips surrounded the head of my cock, and I let my stream go, I could hear him gulping. It took every ounce of focus I had to not get hard and stop my flow of piss. He swallowed the last of my piss, I grabbed his face, kissed him deep, and spit into his mouth. “Good boy, lets head to the bedroom.” He got up and stumbled, the Xanax must be kicking in finally I thought. We go into the room and I pushed him onto the bed, “on your elbows and knees, I’m going to eat your ass” I said. He was quiet but by his squirming I knew he was enjoying my tongue, I would stop every once in a while and suck his cock a little to keep him on edge. “What do you want?” I asked. “Your cock” “where do you want my cock?” “I want you to fuck my ass” “I will fuck you good tonight, slut” “Thank you Sir”, he answered as I sprayed a towel with Maximum Impact and pushed it to his face. “Deep breaths slut, these are called poppers, you’re going to like these.” I commanded. Sure enough his hole started to visibly loosen up, and this scared “straight” boy was now ready for the fucking of his life. He moaned as my cock entered his ass, I fucked him deep and slow, he took every inch of it. His ass was meant for cock, I’d make him realize it. He was moaning up a storm as I flipped him back and forth from his stomach to his back fucking him fast and rough, I would slow down and whisper things in his ear, knowing he wouldn’t respond much but hopefully it sticks in his mind. “You will be my boyfriend, we will travel and I’ll fuck you every day while we are gone, you take cock so well, you probably take cock better than you give it, your cock is mine, your hole is mine, I wish I could make your pregnant”. I repeated over and over. He answered at last, “fuck me until I’m pregnant.” That’s when it struck me, I knew how to make him mine forever.

Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."

Russel T. Davies is back on form with a five-part series called It's a Sin, about four young men who share an apartment in London in the 80s as HIV is beginning to spread. It is genuinely touching. Thought-provoking. Tear-worthy. I can only imagine the heartache and pain felt by those who made it through at having lost so many friends and lovers. It's worth a watch.

Part 14 There were no more dawdles. He had resumed his thrusts in and out of me. Totally focused on the feelings in my hole, it didn’t take long for me to start moaning which seemed to fuel Magoo even more. He was now pounding me with only one objective: build an unforgettable load just for me. I let go my cock which was undecided to whether stay soft or go hard. I reached to his nipple rings. I tugged on them lightly while tightening my asshole against his cock. Magoo thanked me with a series of grunts. Magoo leaned on me, pushing my legs closer to my shoulders and grab a nipple in the fingers of each hand, and with a sly smile, Magoo really began to work on them. I felt jolts of pain mixed with excitement run like electricity through my body. My hands were snooping at his body, caressing his body hair, my fingers tracing the contour of his biohazard tattoo. Magoo didn’t need to look down at my hand to find where it was and what it was doing. Magoo had his eyes closed. For his age, he was in a great condition; his sexual prowess was way much better than the average of my poor and few past encounters. Maybe it was his physique that made him so good. He was shorter, shorter in legs, narrower in shoulders, and not particularly muscular. However, his calves and, to a lesser extent, his thighs, were quite exceptional. I would have volunteered Magoo to develop a VO2 training program for fucking. He abruptly stopped; his cock deeply rooted in my ass. For a moment, I thought that Magoo had cum. He slowly pulled out, his cock, hard as ever, sprang up against his stomach. I found myself over his cock, unsure how my ass would take it. Squeezing a nine inches cock into my hole would be a challenge. “Go for it, Max. Work yourself on my poz cock. It’s all yours.” Magoo said. It should have been easier for me, and despite the fact that he had fucked me for the last 45 minutes, opening me up nicely, I was having a hard time to control my balance and not impaling myself at once. I was sliding down gradually on the slick cock. I felt some pain as my guts were trying to accommodate the long cock in this new position. I paused at about two third, to breathe and let the sharp pain fade. Magoo took that as a go, because he pushed his pelvis up, stuffing the rest of his cock up my chute. “Oh fuck…!” we said in unison. Me unprepared from the sudden blunt attack, him from the awesome feeling of my warm ass bucking and screwing over his cock. My reflexes were to dislodge myself, but a new pain from my balls told me it was a bad idea. Magoo had a solid grip on my nutsack. The pain in my poor little nuts was excruciating. I slumped back. I could feel Magoo’s dick throbbed harder in my hole. I kept my eyes shut. Magoo squeezed harder to get my attention. “Come Max, you know what to do, fuck yourself, work the reward I am ready to give you.” And fuck I did. Sweat poured down my back and my chest. A mind-invading of filthy smell of male sex filled the room. All my lower body muscles were on fire. As I slowed down, to get some reliefs, he started working is fuckmeat in and out of me again. “Is that what you want, Max? You want my gift?” Magoo asked as he made me bounce, his damp crotch slapping against my ass. “Uh huh,” I whispered. I was shaking. Magoo was abusing my nutsack again. My balls throbbed on every pressure release he was providing. "Oh yeah… Max… look down… little Max is getting horny" I was hard as stone. I was panting too. Drops of sweat were pouring on my cock but also on Magoo’s chest and crotch, wetting his grey fur body. Firmly planted balls deep in me, acting as a lever, Magoo reversed our position. Loosely wrapping my legs around him intuitively, the old man didn’t waste time to engage in some sort negative-split* fuck. Insatiable, he alternated between long smooth strokes (which I liked a lot due to my sore ass), sliding out his nine inches cock, my hole failing to close back completely and forcing it to reopen giving passage to his cockhead and his entire shaft; between short and hard jabs that seems to give his cock the most pleasure; and between fast shallow fucks which he was currently doing. * (A negative split is when a guy runs the second half of his marathon faster than the first) “I’m closed Max, I won’t be long before I shoot my load. My poz load! That’s the only thing I can give you… a gift from me to you… I will keep my promise…” Magoo said in voice indicating that indeed he was approaching his orgasm. In the state I was, it wasn't easy for me to put coherent thoughts together. Magoo was a man of his word. During his confession, he had made me a promise. And now it was for me to decide. Epilogue When I reached 18 years old, I came out to my parents. My dad told me that I would fell in “the depths of hell and depravity” before he kicked me out of the house. So, this is when I moved here, in the Village, and found myself neighboring Mr. Magoo. To prove my father wrong, I stayed clear of any acts and places that would have led me to what he called my damnation. The bathhouse was the representative reality of hell and depravity. After passing the full-metal door in the back of a building, I clearly remembered my thought at the moment: “Now, you are really in the depths of it.” As I am sitting on my couch in my small apartment, back from the bathhouse, I now know that Mr. Magoo led me to my salvation. Yes, the wicked Mr. Magoo. And it turns out Jesus was my savior. Ironic, isn’t it? “…I have something to confess” he told in grave tone. I feared the worst and we stopped fucking. Completely. “I lied to you, Max…” In the back of my mind, I suspected it since he explained to me his plan. After everything started to happen according to his plan, I wasn’t sure anymore. But Mickey had told me that he and Magoo had “planned a lot of things over the last few weeks”. My suspicions raised again. “I kinda of guessed…” I replied, “why would you lie to me?” “I didn’t want to stealth Mickey…” “Huh… okay…?” “I wanted to stealth you” he revealed in a voice that didn’t show any remorse. The way he always look at me due to his myopia, with his narrowed eyes, I was never certain if he was x-raying my mind or just trying to decipher my face expression. Magoo had started rocking back his cock very very slowly. “Oh shit…! You did…!” “No, I haven’t stealth you” he admitted promptly. “The truth is I wouldn’t have been able to stealth Mickey. He has been taking loads since last November after his boyfriend got poz at the Halloween Conversion Party”. “Oh shit… Mickey really stealth me…!” “No. Well, I doubt that he would have poz you. His latest test from Thursday indicated he was still negative. It is the reason he was back at the bathhouse today, well yesterday.” “but he could have… I mean his boyfriend…” “There aren’t together since Halloween. That was the first time they saw each other yesterday. Since the party, he lives with a friend of Master Eddy who trained him to be a dedicated slave man to his needs.” “Eddy…? You mean Eddy, sexy Eddy… Master?” “Yes. Eddy.” “Jesus and Eddy are together. I think you figured this out. I promised Eddy to have a go at you after I stealthed you… His plan was for you to spend the rest of this weekend with him and Jesus to see if you be good material for him.” “Good material!?!” I was shocked and a little bit pissed about this. “Hey, you are still with me, no? It is Saturday early morning and no one will force you do anything that you don’t want to” he said trying to calm me down, “but frankly, I think you should give it a try. I believe you and Eddy, and Jesus would be a good match. My opinion.” It was my turn to narrow my eyes and give him a suspicious look. “Anyway, I had a long chat with Jesus and he is the one that convinced me to not stealth you…” “Wow… why… I mean why Jesus would…” “Sshh… He has his reasons, and I will not give you any details. The conversation was between him and me only, and it will stay like that.” I pouted. Clearly unsatisfied by Magoo’s statement and wondering why Jesus intervened in Magoo’s plan other than “acquiring a sub” motive. “Another thing…” “There is more?” I asked my eyes rolling up in their sockets. “Nothing dramatic… Luke…” Magoo hesitated. “What about him?” “He is my nephew by alliance…” he replied sheepishly. “He married my niece. She’s is the daughter of my younger brother’s second marriage…” I was still caught by the fact Luke was Magoo’s nephew. “He can’t be pozzed, you understand?” a concerned Magoo inquired “I love my niece and wouldn’t want to cause her any harms. I don’t know how you convinced him to go bareback, and even more let him cum in his ass, although you posed any risks. But no more, understood” I nodded feeling guilty for having forced myself on him, to make him cheat his wife. Even more, after the young cop told me while we were cuddling before falling asleep that “he liked it” and “he would mind doing this again with me”. “So, I am not stealthing you, but you would make me really happy if you would let… you know… let me cum in you… I know you have the right to be angry at me, but I came clean as I told Jesus I would. You don’t need to answer me right now. I promised to asked you before I ready to come, and I promised to respect your choice.” I rocked back my hips a couple of time to let him know to start fucking me again. “I’ll let you know my answer when you’ll ask” I replied warmly. It is Saturday noon, and I am waiting in my apartment for sexy Eddy to pick me up. I packed few things in a bag for the weekend. I shall return on Monday after lunch and meet Magoo again. “Max, I’m really closed… I will pull out if you asked me too…” I was exactly where my father told me I would, in the depths of hell and depravity. It didn’t seem so terrible, and final. It was just another path. Fuck my father. “Yes, cum in me. Give me my first poz load.” I asked taking possession of my life. Magoo hadn't really stopped fucking me for my answer. “Unh… I’m closed… Urghh… urghh… urghh… fuck yes… you’re getting it…” Magoo’s voice echoing in the now quiet bathhouse. Afterword Life and death is so irrelevant in this uncertain world. I believe I will find someone to love and care, and be loved in return. I came back from my weekend with Master (still sexy) Eddy and Jesus. I had a great time. I might tell the story one day. University had resumed again, remotely. Eddy offered me a place at his home arguing I would saved money, and feel less lonely. I was conflicted to leave Mr. Magoo, but when I met him, he was already explaining me his next wicked plan… I did not get the fuck flu. At least not the way people described it. I had headaches and some mild fever. Nothing to keep me in bed. Anyway, I went at the clinic to get tested for both HIV and covid. I am awaiting my results. All characters in this fiction exists in real life. Yes, even the wicked Mr. Magoo! Acknowledgement There is a lot of great stories here and many of them were written few years ago. Some unfinished. Amongst some of the recent authors that got me fueled, I would like to mention @mass1ve and @earlystart for their amazing and manipulative stories “Doctor Doug” and “Good Christian boys” respectively. Mass1ve’s “Homewrecker” is also hot. “Lockdown Project” by @swimcrush is also very hot. In another register, @Tanbbottom started a story about the same time as mine titled “Barry, Jason and Chris” which I like a lot. @Gymguy8, @1981virginia, @whthole4u and @ButtB4iGo wrote and still write phenomenal stories. And two last ones, if you like twisted stories, read @socalboi88 “My Twisted Neighbor Lets Me Crash at His Place” and @btm4bbrn “Scorpion Bikers” So many to mention!

Have to be careful as there's rules here. I regularly do guys as young as 18. If you wanna know more PM me

I'm over 60 and I must admit at first I was surprised when 20's to 30's would hit me up for fucking. A lot of it was bs and many were far away so I would chat a bit and then they would stop talking and I would delete them. However, there have been a few guys that have been serious and we have hooked up. I fucked and bred a couple guys multiple times and I have a 22 yo currently that I see sometimes as he is a bottom for daddy cock and cum. So, don't give up. Be honest about what you want and you will find it. I have had conversations that end up with "can you help with rent? or gas money." Those are blocked. I don't pay for it and not interested in that at all. Especially when they start a conversation like they are really interested and sincere. LOL

Several posts in this thread seem to try to make a point that attractiveness simply is what it is, and justify a willingness to engage with the lunatic seditionist because his appearance exists independently from his behavior. I disagree, and I think the evidence lies in the fact that we can be aroused by someone right up to the point that we learn something invalidating about him, and then not be aroused at all, even though his appearance has not changed. Put succinctly, ‘pretty is as pretty does’. The guy would have lost me in any case the minute he put on the horns. `o.O ‘ These events have caused me to revisit my commitment to my duty to give my ass to any man who wants it. I took an oath to defend the Constitution against all enemies foreign and domestic - no aid or comfort to the enemy. That includes sexual service. This man and his cohorts are the definition of ‘enemies domestic’. Yes, in a darkroom or a bathhouse or an anon hotel room they might have me anyway because I won’t know. But if I’m aware, they’re getting nothing.

SF did allow sex clubs that had to follow strict rules re: condom usage. I never visited them though; I know that the ban was probably not sensible since a quick trip to Berkeley would give you access to a bathhouse that didn’t have those restrictions. I do think that SF would be a great place to build a new giant bathhouse if any developers are interested

In 1987 I had just graduated from university and then spent 6 months working in London on an exchange program. I discovered Hampstead Heath during that sojourn, and as I live din North London getting there was pretty easy (there was a bus direct from my neighborhood to the Heath!). One day toward the end of my sojourn, I was there during the day and it was unusually warm for May. I ended up having amazing sex in the woods with this tall, thin Dutch guy (aren't they all?) He had a nice fat uncut dick and we sucked each other off and were sitting on the ground, fully clothed, making out when a man saw us and started yelling at us. At the time you could be arrested in Britain for kissing another man in public (fuck you Thatcher) and we ended up running all the way down the hill to Hampstead Village and ducking into a pub to hide. A month later I was traveling for four weeks in Europe and had met a French boy through a personal ad in a London gay paper (hooking up sometimes took a LOT of patience back then!) His name was, (what else?) Pierre. He met me at the station and the plan was for me to go with him back to Bordeaux where he was a student and then go on to Spain. He was very sexy and sweet and we were having a great time. It was an old style train with compartments that had bench seats on both sides and a curtain on the window to the hallway. We ended up having sex in the compartment where we could've easily gotten caught. It was exciting and very horny. I sat on the seat and sucked his beautiful hooded cock as he held onto my head and eventually blew a huge load in my mouth. I still love that memory even though it was a long long time ago. 🙂 I still hear from him now and then he ended up becoming a high school teacher in Paris. Later on he did the same exchange program I had done, and he came to see me in Boston when he was living in New York.

I'd love to be a btm and fucked like this in alot of Eric's video's!

I’ll be there... probably swapping loads day and night like every year. Can’t wait!

Ass to mouth is a delight, but it's at its best when they've just cum up my hole and I get that cock back in my throat to suck clean. Wasting even a drop would be so rude 😏

Been feeling my top side recently so last week I jumped on grindr looking for some hole to fuck. A CD wanted me to come round, lights off, hood on, bent over the bed. I was happy to oblige. Went in lifted their hood just enough so I could shove my dick down their throat. Fucked and used their mouth for a while then shoved them onto the bed and went down to eat them out. Got head near, didn't seem clean. So spat on my cock and shoved it in. Started to pound at that hole but nowhere near to cumming. Felt their hole tighten round my dick and they said they were cumming. No problem continued to pound away and then the words tops dread when a bottom cums. "Owwww it hurts" FFS. I spat on my dick again and their hole and tried again but every time the same thing. It was then the smell hit me in the dark and I realised they hadn't douched either. They asked me to wank and cum over them, I said nothing, got my stuff and walked out the door. They didn't deserve a load. Second hookup I've just got back from. Grindr again, a bigger Chinese bottom with a smooth ass and hole. Nice and easy to arrange, ate that tiny hole then spat on my dick and lined it up. I half expected him to say condom but he didn't and I slowly put my weight behind the head of my dick and it found its way home. He was vocal which I love telling me how good the length of my fat cock felt in his hole. I'm not ashamed to say from the start of this fuck I was selfish, I didn't care if I lasted long or how hard I pounded him, I just wanted to flood a warm hole with seed. His big squishy ass and tight warmth soon had my balls draw up, told him I was cumming and let it spill from my dick. Damn it felt good. Sucked his small cock (which I loved, love sucking off a small dick) and he flooded my mouth with a massive load, had to swallow 3 x as he was cumming. Satisfied for now

Quick grinder hookup I walked in plowed him balls deep Raw. Dumped one load in his tight hole and never slowed down. The second load I pulled out and said I am going to blow he asked to get coated with my load. Little Slut has my babies swimming deep inside him now as well as my cum coating his hole for the next Anon fuck to use for lube. Enjoy your Gift Slut. I hope to breed you again some time.

Andrew felt dizzy as he exhaled, his uncles lips leaving his. He knew it was wrong, they were related, it was incest. But his head couldn't wrap around why, suddenly he felt it, a hornyness coming from deep inside him. Sat in his Uncles lap, he looked into his eyes and again kissed him. Dom's tongue battled against him, Andrew's body was on fire, all he knew was that he needed to kiss him. He needed to kiss his uncle, badly. Grinding his pert ass into his uncles thick pierced cock, feeling as it left streakes of precum all over his lower back and his jeans. He felt his Uncle bite down on his lip, he whimpered. Andrew needed this, he needed the love of his older Alpha Uncle to tame his inner fag. He felt his Uncles rough hands, reach around him, feeling them pull at the hem of his shirt. Pulling off his shirt, Andrew broke the kiss, glancing around the room as he now saw several alpha men, now all idly playing with their cocks watching his Uncle accost him. The horniness crashed into him like a wave, knowing that all these men were watching him get fondled like a cheap whole. He turned back to his Uncle, and kissed him hard, he knew he needed to show all the men in the room what a fag he was. Turning around in his Uncles lap, Andrew now faced Dom. Doms hands grasped his ass cheeks, groping them and playing with his jeans exposing Andrews ass to the whole room. "Now now Dom, Father will be first to fuck the little fags cunt. We just need to get him nice and twisted" A hand traced up the small of Andrews back, Poz Pig was stood behind him. Resting a hand on his on his shoulder, Andrew broke the kiss with his Uncle, just as Poz Pig, his thick hanging cock visibly leaking precum onto the floor, picked up the pipe again. "Suck on Daddies Poz Glass cock" He said, holding out the pipe. Andrews lips wrapped round the pipe, he had never dreamed of trying Tina for the first time today, let alone whilst committing incest. He too a deep drag, just as he began to relax, Poz Pigs' hand quickly covered his nose and mouth. "Keep it in fag, we guna get you nice and twisted for Father, your conversion is guna be sweet!" Andrews lungs cried out, and wave after wave of high crashed over him. When finally he was able to exhale, Poz Pig had him drag from the pipe again, he was helpless. A smile was spreading across his chemed up face, and Andrew felt warm all over. His cunt was grinding into his uncles hands as he collapsed onto Doms chest, he was fucked. "The boys good and messed up now, can't believe you got him to come" A voice sounded off in the distance. "Yeah the little fags been practically eye fucking me for a year, ever since his boy pussy turned 18 I've been dreaming of this day" Dom replied. Andrew held on tightly as his Uncle picked him up, carrying him in his arms his body felt relaxed. Looking around he could see he had the attention of all the men in the old church hall. He stared at all of the cocks he went past, some guys were sucking each other off, passing pipes between them. But the focus was on him. "Please fuck me!" Andrew blurted out, he couldn't help it. His hole was on fire, and he was desperate for anyone to fill it, he knew what it meant. He knew that if anyone fucked him in that room, he would be knocked up, permanently. He didn't care, he just wanted a load, any load. Especially his uncles load, Andrew desperately wanted his Uncles dirty poz load. "Shh boy... Uncle Dom's guna give you his strain soon boy, just gotta wait for Father first" Dom spoke softly, barely whispering. He lay Andrew down on a dirty mattress on the dias, and ran his hands down to Andrews jeans. Rip! The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as Uncle Dom ripped off Andrews jeans and underwear, leaving him naked and exposed on the mattress. Andrew gazed down on his body, his cock was tiny, shriveled. Though he was horny as fuck, there was no way he was guna be fucking anyone. That was the point, Andrew knew that his place as a fag was to take every load he could. Uncle Dom stepped away and Andrew turned his head to approaching footsteps. Father had arrived.

The next morning, I couldn’t focus on work, clients even noticed. I would go back to my office and jump on my phone, searching nearby craigslist (back when it was available) for guys that were POZ and willing to give it. There were no shortage of gay guys around, and by the looks of it plenty of POZ guys as well. I typed out some replies and sent them, inquiring if they were willing to infect me with HIV. I would race back to my phone between clients waiting for replies. I got some, most of them telling me it’s not a joke and it would “ruin my life as I know it”. But that was quite the opposite, if my bottom became infected he’d break up with his girlfriend and be with men, or ME. That certainly would not ruin my life, yes I’d have to go on meds, but research has come so far that I don’t have to worry so much, or can even be cured. But one thing is for sure, he would have my DNA inside him forever, he’d have the strain of HIV that came out of my cock, and he’d be mine. I text my bottom, “how are you feeling today?” he answered quite quick. “Good except I just leaked cum into my shorts at work.” “Does that excite you slut?” “Yes Sir”, he wrote. He’s becoming more obedient I like it. Tonight, will be rough on him, but who knows, when I put poppers under his nose he becomes a dick taking machine. “Still horny? I have some fun planned for tonight” “Yes Sir I can’t wait” I went home and cleaned out my ass this time along with my shower, tonight he was going to worship my ass and cock, and we will see what that will lead to. I grabbed a collection of training butt plugs and added to my bag. If I’m going to be getting fucked by POZ guys, I need to prepare a little it has been a long time since I’ve had anything of considerable size in my ass. I pulled up to the house and was delighted to see Trevor already walking out to my car in his jock strap, came to my side and gave me a kiss before going to the back to grab my bag. He followed me into the house, and put the bag into the bedroom. On the kitchen counter was a typed out paper with his home address, work address, what gym he goes to, and his girlfriend’s full name and address. It brought a huge smile across my face that he went above what I was expecting of him. I placed an envelope on the table already sealed with the second of the two chastity keys inside, and started to make us drinks. “What’s that?” Trevor said walking up to the counter. “I’m really happy with what you gave me, in the envelope is the other key, you are going to mail the key to your girlfriend with no explanation until she asks about either the key or your locked-up cock.” I said. “Oh, ok, what do I tell her?” He looked worried. “I imagined you would tell her you were getting too distracted with masturbation and that you locked up your cock so you could focus on work and that you mailed the key so you wouldn’t be tempted to unlock yourself until you saw her next.” “I can do that, makes sense” he replied “Good I thought you’d like it, now for the plans for tonight; I will be cumming in your ass at some point, but tonight you will be focusing on worshiping my cock and hole instead. I will be instructing you on what to do and when.” “Yes sir, how should we start?” I downed my drink and walked toward the bedroom, took my clothes off and laid on the bed. “First, you’ll suck my cock until its nice and hard and wet, then you’ll lick and suck my hole until its nice and wet,” I instructed. He went to work sucking my cock, he has really improved since we first started. At moments, I had to change my train of thought so I wouldn’t cum down his throat. “Ok, now my ass” I lifted up my legs, and he dove right in. He was really good with his tongue, I remembered him saying he loved going down on his girlfriend, it transitioned well. “Make sure you press your tongue inside slut.” I slowly stroked my cock for a while and enjoyed his work on my hole, “Ok, stop, go to my bag and grab the 3 plugs that look the same and the lube.” He licked his lips as he lifted up his head from my ass. He went and grabbed the plugs and came back awaiting instruction. “Lube up the big one, and shove it up your ass,” I said. “Yes sir,” and he got to work, it didn’t take more than 10 seconds to pop that big plug in his ass and again, he sat there waiting for my word. “Lube up the small one and slowly… slowly insert it back and forth in my ass for a while.” It wasn’t so bad, I took the small plug back and forth for a minute or two before I asked for the medium plug. That one took a little longer but Trevor was good about not pushing too hard and using enough lube. “Hold on, push it in and sit down on the bed,” he slid it all the way in and sat next to me, I got up and went to my bag and grabbed the my key to his cock. “Come here, that’s coming off.” I unlocked his cock and it almost instantly became fully hard. “OK, take my plug out and you’re going to fuck me, slowly.” “sir?” “You heard me slut, your cock is hard, my ass will be better than your girlfriend’s cunt” I got on my hands and knees on the bed, waiting for him to lube up and enter me. He got behind me and pulled the plug out slowly, and I felt the soft head of his cock on the entrance to my hole. He slowly pressed against it, the work he did with the plug did wonders, his cock slid in and I heard him gasp. “Wow,” Trevor said from behind me, slowly going in and out to the head, deep long strokes into my ass. “Don’t get used to this Trevor, but keep going. If you cum, you might lose your horniness like you said, but that won’t stop me from cumming in your ass tonight.” He moaned and kept a steady pace, “Faster”, I demanded. He picked it up, bouncing off my ass with his hips and really pumping his cock. “Are you getting close slut?” I asked. “Yes, Sir” he moaned. “STOP!” I said falling forward onto the bed, his cock leaving my ass with a pop. “Good, boy, you fucked your first male ass, how did it feel?” “it felt great” he said almost looking like I gave him poppers, he was still rock hard. “Your turn, on your back on the bed, take that plug out.” He didn’t even look sad about it, he laid on the bed and that plug was out in seconds, his hole gaping and waiting for me. I didn’t skip a beat, and I was in his hole to the balls in one thrust. He moaned, still hard, I grabbed hold of his cock and stroked him while I fucked him in fast deep thrusts. I kept stroking him and slowed down my thrusts, letting him really enjoy the feeling of each thrust, I have been able to piss while hard before, and his hole is loosened up enough not to constrict it further. I pushed in deep, and let it flow, he didn’t realize what was going on at first, until he started feeling fuller. It didn’t last long despite my drinking a lot throughout the day, But his ass was full of my piss. “Sir did you-“ “Yes boy, I did and you’re going to be a good boy and lay upside down against the bed for a while and let it go further in got it?” I interupted. “I feel so full” he said. “Good, I like you full. Now, clench down as I exit so nothing comes out.” I instructed. He squeezed down on my cock, he will release my piss later after we drink some more. I got up and saw the light blinking on my phone, and grabbed it as Trevor spun around and let himself half fall off the bed, ass and legs in the air. I saw that I had an email reply to one of the craigslist posts I answered. I instantly felt nervous and excited. The email read: I’m not far from you and I love pozzing neg ass. Come over tonight for your first toxic load, bring your tooth brush. (listed the address) _______________ You’ll be poz after tonight. I was hard thinking about it, I’m usually a top through and through, but the idea of me giving this boy the HIV that my body has started making my own, was well… intoxicating. I walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a large glass, and brought it back to Trevor. “release some of that piss in here and drink it if its clean, let the rest out in the toilet. Come here so I can lock your cock back up.” I said. He walked over and I locked him up, gave him a big kiss, told him to watch some NEG to POZ porn tonight while sitting on his largest dildo in the living room blinds open. I grabbed his toothbrush and looked up the address to this POZ top’s house, jumped in my car and headed over to his place to change my life forever.

I spent the night working my fingers in his hole, I got 4 fingers in before he started complaining in his drowsy state. I decided to stop, he will be sore tomorrow. I flipped him over, and got out the chastity device, locked his cock up and left a plug on the night stand. “I have the key to the device, you can only cum with me. The plug is to go in when you get home from work after you prepare for me to come over,” I wrote on a paper on the night stand. I called him at 6am sharp to make sure he woke up in time for his morning routine. Sure enough he answered. “Hello?” he sounded groggy. “How are you feeling slut?” “Tired but good, I’m going to start my yoga, eat and go to work. You can text me though.” He was slowly getting back to normal. “I know slut, I like my bottoms flexible and responsible. Less work for us tops. You are to do your yoga naked today, and all curtains in the house are to be open.” “Y-Yes Sir” he stuttered in reply. “Is your pussy sore?” “Surprisingly no, Sir.” “Then you will put the plug in for yoga too, did you enjoy last night?” “mmhmm” “More to come tonight, have a good day slut.” I said as I hung up. I kept thinking about what he said last night, it made my morning wood scream to be played with. But I have to wait, save every load for this boy’s ass. “Fuck me until I’m pregnant” rang in my head. I can do that, I can fuck him until he’s pregnant. I remember seeing a story or two online about bottoms and tops whose fetish it is to become infected with HIV. It made me nervous, am I willing to become HIV positive? I just met this kid, he told me about his dreams and ambitions. He has a lot to look forward to, I on the other hand am set in life. I went to the computer and started researching HIV and AIDS, I remember studying it in dental school, everything has to be sterilized and new for each patient so we don't spread it. My research turned into edging as I found websites with videos of hot bottoms taking raw anonymous loads. Tops telling their bottoms they were going to be “POZ” after this fucking, “take my poz load”, “give me your poz load”. This was so new to me, but it was as intoxicating to watch and hear as the porn stars themselves. I almost stroked to orgasm and it seemed to pull me out of the mindset I was in. “Give it more time Rich,” I said to myself as I got ready for my day at work, “he’ll come around.” My day again was packed and it distracted me from the thought of this boy’s perfect ass. On my lunch break I looked at pictures I took of his ass as he was passed out. He took my cock like a pro bottom, he could be a little more vocal, but he flexed his hole at the right time during my thrusts, and the whole night was about me, his top, and my pleasure in using his body. I’ve never found that before, some bottoms can be so selfish, they cum as I fuck them and then they want to stop because they’re spent, not this boy. Would he really become gay? Is this possible? He showed me a picture of his girlfriend, he really knows how to choose them. He wants kids and comes from a nice family, how would they feel about his coming out? How would they feel about how his boyfriend being 20 years his senior? “Sir your next patient is here” my assistant peaked her head in the door to my office. “Thank you, be right there.” I replied, “back to work rich” I said to myself tying my hardon into my scrubs belt to calm it own. I went home and showered, my cock was hard the whole drive home, and the entire time I got ready to go over. “What to do tonight… “I thought to myself. It didn’t take long to know exactly what I was going to do tonight. “Is the plug in slut?” I text him. “Yessir, I’m ready for you when ever you’re ready” he replied. “Good, when I arrive, come out to the car and grab my bag, and walk me back into the house, see you in an hour.” I pulled up to the house he was watching and honked, surely someone will look out the window wondering if the honk was for them. I saw a shadow in the front window, the curtains were still wide open. He was hesitating, that’s the wrong thing to do. I honked again, a light turned on in the front room of a neighbor’s house, and the porchlight turned on at another house. Finally, Trevor emerged from the dark walkway to the front door. I rolled down the window, “Trevor, go turn on the front walk light, and come back to retrieve me and the bag.” “Y-yessir” he ran back to the house and turned the light on, and ran back to the car, he cock bouncing in the jock strap still locked tight. “Well?” I stood there outside the front door of my car, “I won’t remind you how to greet your lover” He quickly gave me a kiss on the lips, grabbed the bag and I held out my hand to walk back to the house with him. “No drinks tonight, I want you to be aware of everything we do to you tonight” I said when we got to the kitchen. He clearly caught what I said. “We?” his eyes opened wider. “Yes, we. You can’t really expect me not to share the best bottom I’ve ever had do you?” I said. “Head to the bedroom, and put this on, I’ll be in in a moment and tape your wrists to your ankles ass up”, and handed him a blindfold. He looked scared as he walked to the bedroom, his beautiful ass bouncing with every step, the plug glistening with leftover lube. I opened a beer and took out my phone, pretending to call people, inviting them over to fuck my “slutty bottom”. After a few “calls” I went to the bedroom. And used fetish tape to tape his wrists to his ankles like I said. Then took out my Bluetooth noise canceling headphones and put them on his head. Right before I turned them on I asked him, “my friends are on their way, your job is to please them with your pussy as you’ve pleased me. Do you want their cocks raw, or do you want them to cover up?” “I don’t know Sir” he replied. I opened up a popper bottle, and put it under his nose. “deep breath, and then answer me again slut”. After a few deep breaths I could see the plug moving about as the poppers did their job bringing ecstasy to his hole. “Raw, please” He moaned. “My friends are pretty slutty, what if they have something bad?” To my surprise he moaned, and replied, “I don’t care, I just want cum in my ass” “Wow what a good gay little bottom” I turned on the headphones and left the room turning off the lights. I came back in and started feeling up his smooth ass, spanking him once. I took out the plug and lubed up my cock a little, before slowly entering his slightly open inviting hole. I went slow, letting my hands travel his tight body, every once in a while, giving him a playful slap on the ass. I used slow deep strokes, bouncing my hips off his ass trying to take my time. His perfect hole got the better of me, I couldn’t take it anymore, pressing my cock as deep as I could into him I came. I took my cock out, shoved the plug back in and gave him two little slaps on the butt, “Guy #1” is done. I left the room, he was wiggling a little relishing the load I just put into his ass, probably wondering who it was. I opened a beer, and went outside to smoke a bowl of weed. I entered again, making sure the light from the hallway crossed his vision, he can’t hear me but I’m sure he cans see a little light. I walked to the side of the bed, tweaked his nipple and he jumped a bit at my touch. I spit on his face and his mouth opened with surprise and desire. I spit into his mouth, and gave his nipple another squeeze. I went around the back and pulled his cummy hole open with 2 fingers from each hand, peering inside. He fought my fingers but with a little more play his ass started to relax, I took advantage and shoved my fully erect cock into his ass to the hilt in one thrust. He yelped, I reached down and pulled his nipples hard as I continued to rail into his messy pussy. I started to take my cock all the way out and rammed it all the way back in, his hole was still matching my thrusts, he really is meant to take cock. He relaxed as I exited, leaving his hole gaping and ready for my next full thrust. I again couldn’t take it very long despite just cumming minutes before. “Guy #2” came deep into his ass, and spit on his face one more time before leaving the room. I went to the master bedroom, and searched through the owner of the houses’ medicine cabinet, sure enough I found cologne, and sprayed a little too much on. “Guy #3” will be fucking him next and who knows, maybe the next time my slut sees his family friend, he’ll recognize the cologne and wonder if this guy actually fucked a load into him that night. I walked into the bedroom, my slut’s ass slightly gaped, glistening with cum, his balls hanging lower than the chastity device will allow his cock to grow. I slowly go onto the bed, the EDM music still keeping him oblivious to who was going to be entering him, he could feel the bed shift, I heard him softly moan, and rock backwards a bit almost begging for a cock. I reached out and grabbed his balls, wrapping my index finger and thumb around them, pulling them towards me. I gave his balls a nice rub with my other hand, and could feel him tense up, preparing for them to be roughed up. I gave them a nice pat, and he didn’t jump, but he moaned, I gave them a harder pat, yet again he moaned in approval. I sprayed poppers into the towel and pulled his hair lifting his head and shoved his face into the towel. Sure enough he relaxed a bit, ready for more abuse. I started tugging and pulling on his balls, giving them a squeeze and a slap every once in a while. He was loving it, I was nervous about how hard to hit them, but I kept going, his groans of pleasure from the abuse kept me rock hard. I couldn’t bare it any longer, I want his ass again, I shoved my cock in his ass and he met my full thrust, if I can’t make him gay these poppers definitely will. My mind drifted as his ass swallowed my cock, milking it and begging for its cum, I wonder what he would do if I got him pregnant with an HIV+ load. Would he become mine? Would he be mad at me and leave me? I don’t want him to leave, I could fuck this perfect ass forever. His girlfriend would definitely be heart broken, losing such a stud, would he tell her the truth? Would he tell her he loves men now, or at least being fucked by them? He could get her pregnant, that’s not fair, his DNA forever being a part of her. I will test him, what will he do when he realizes he’s a HIV positive gay man meant to take cock? The thought of him coming out to me, and telling me he’s chosen me over women put me over the edge, I came mid thrust, my cock feeling sore from the nights festivities. I stayed inside him, his straight tease of an ass still milking my softening cock like a pro. I relaxed and let a stream of piss into his ass, I was so distracted I didn’t even realize how bad I had to go. My slut moaned, I could feel piss surrounding my cock before being swallowed by his large intestine, taking my load deeper than its ever gone into his ass. I finished, pulled out and got off the bed, dug through my bag and put the largest plug I had into his full ass. It popped into his ass with a little piss escaping, and with that I left the room to clean up. I came back and like a good bottom he didn’t complain about how full his stomach felt with piss and cum. I took off the head phones and turned them off. “So how did you like my friends?” I asked. “How many were there? I got kind of distracted by the poppers.” He replied. “Well… how many did you wish me to invite over?” I said, cutting through the bondage tape and helping him up to take him to the bathroom. “I’m so horny I wish there were 10 or more” he laughed, “this cage is surprisingly comfortable but man is it frustrating and keeping me horny.” “I’m sorry to say only 3 could make it tonight” I lied. I would introduce him to more cocks, but for now I’ll keep him safer. “oh ok, can I release this?” he said pointing behind him to the plug keeping piss in his ass, “I’m pretty sure your last friend pissed a gallon into my body.” “I know I was watching them all, you took them like champs, I didn’t know your balls could take such a beating, could you have handled more?” “Ha – with those dang poppers I felt like I could’ve taken anything” he said sitting down onto the toilet, reaching down and pulling out the plug, piss gushed out of his nice loose ass. “I know you like them being abused, but I was worried that with enough abuse you could go sterile” “Well if I can’t have kids there no real need to have a girlfriend or a wife is there”, he said wiping his ass, “I want kids, but it happens to people even when they haven’t had their balls tortured ha ha.” “So you’d become gay if you were for some reason sterile?!” I said shocked “Well don’t crush them to a pulp, or take them off, but yeah I don’t see why not, if I can’t have kids the normal way, I can adopt with anyone right? Plus my brothers will further the family line” “What if one of the guys tonight was positive for HIV? He stared at me for a second, “They weren’t right?” he said worried. “They said they were clean, but sometimes they don’t know or are between tests, I can bring a test over if you want, you want to be gangbanged, do you really expect to stay negative with strangers taking your perfect ass? And trust me a lot of strangers will want your ass.” “A gangbang does sound hot, tonight was great, they all had pretty good size, and each was different. I guess it’s like becoming sterile, it comes as a consequence of my playing. I’d want to make sure I don’t spread anything to my girlfriend though, she doesn’t deserve anything like that.” “Well I hope to make you fully gay before you catch anything you could give to her. I want to make some more ground rules for you.” I grabbed his hand and walked him to the bedroom, sitting down onto the edge of the bed, I pulled him to me, and made him sit facing me on my lap. I grabbed his head and we started to make out, he sure was horny, his hips were rocking back and forth as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I picked him up, our mouths locked, and laid him underneath me in bed. “You’re the best bottom I’ve ever had” I told him looking into his eyes. He smiled, “thank you, you’re definitely the best top I’ve had.” “Is this the best sex you’ve had gay or straight?” “I’ll be honest, before you I’ve never enjoyed kissing a guy, I was super nervous coming over the first time after your ad said kissing was a must. I’ve never gotten hard with another guy befo-“ “Bull shit” I interrupted. “no really, I’ve never gotten hard while being fucked like some of those guys in porn. I read once that some of them are just hot straight guys doing it for the money, but I got hard with you and it made me question myself.” “Do you think you’re becoming gay?” I asked “I don’t know, but I’m really enjoying this and excited to see what else is instore, I always thought if I came while being fucked it’d mean I am gay” “Have you cum while being fucked?” I said reaching for his locked cock. “No not yet” he answered reaching for my hardening cock. “Ready for my rules?” I said and he nodded in anticipation. 1. Jock straps is all you’ll wear for underwear 2. No more straight porn, only bareback gay porn 3. I want you to be able to do the splits, so add stretching to your leg routine at the gym. 4. From now on, you greet me, and say goodbye to me with a kiss. 5. From now on, all contact with your girlfriend will be because she initiated it, not you. 6. If you don’t want her to see the jock straps, go commando. 7. I need the addresses of your work, gym, home and I want your girlfriends name and address where you stay on weekends. 8. If you cum from being fucked, you tell her you enjoy being fucked in the ass. He seemed to like the rules, he was laying on his back, a small smile forming. “What do you think?” “I like them, can I add one?” “Please do” I said, wondering what he could add to that. “If for some reason I can’t have kids, or if I become HIV positive, I’ll break up with her and come out” “Wow are you serious?” I said pulling back in surprise that this would be a rule. “Does the thought of catching something turn you on?” “yeah, weird huh, it kind of does turn me on to think about, plus if my balls and sperm are useless, might as well be a complete bottom, right? “Wow, you must be ridiculously horny, you’re talking crazy” I told him, “do you want to cum?” “No”, he smiled and got closer to me giving me a deep kiss, going back to where we left off.

My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.

Hey, Im heading to Atlanta, mostly to take some toxic loads. Gonna go to Tokyo Valentine (unless there's someplace else I should go - Recommendations welcome) Let me know if you wanna knock me up.

RETRIBUTION(1) The ‘CoVid’ and ‘Black Lives Matter’ events of the late 2020 Spring conspired to bring website meetings for real sexual interactions in London and elsewhere to ‘lockdown’ So many guys profiles carried the words ‘not meeting due to CoVid19 ‘ However, there were exceptions, particularly amongst the gay escort world. ‘PH’ let us call him felt the sexual and social pressures of the time, his surname was Hawkins and he could vaguely trace his West Country antecedents back to Sir John Hawkins the contemporary of Sir Francis Drake. It was Hawkins who set up the first trade triangle where goods from England were exported to Sierra Leone- where slaves were bought, - and then transported to the West Indies and sugar and rum brought back to the ports of Plymouth and Bristol. Historically and sexually PH felt a growing sleazy need and perverted lust to submit himself totally, and with limits to an articulate Black Master Master to whom he could offer a ‘guilt offering of mind, body and cash’ Just as he was beginning to despair of ever finding such a Master, even an escort, he came across a profile ‘DirtyBlackPig’, and whose profile was erotically precise and 100% sleaze ...... “ I've done it all I'm the great DirtyBlackPig experience! If you want your hole stretched wide open and wrecked open, that’s my skill. If you wanna crawl naked across my playroom floor and suck my cock, that’s me. If you want to lay under my rimming stool and rim and felch it out, that's me. If you want my piss in your pathetic holes, then that’s me ! I've had clients, especially old white trash, coming back for more sadistic remorseless thrashing discipline, fucking, humiliation, and above all pozzing with superior black breeding. Read and ‘ pay special attention to my profile photos of what i'm into. I’m a decent genuine black master that enjoy owning white slaves that connect. I’m chem friendly and controlling, and will video and if you like expose you for myself and black buvvers to exact retribution” PH sat back from the PC screen and as he took another sip of his favourite malt Laphroag, noted the WhatsApp number. Within 15 minutes the cultivated, but nevertheless distinctive Caribbean voice addressed him, ‘ been waiting for you get back, since you left your interest on my page’ PH’s hand trembled as he held the smartphone to his ear ‘How much and where are you located? ‘ In a matter of twenty minutes, the matter was settled with 50% of the escort fee paid upfront by electronic banking and the address and postcode of where PH was supposed to be within 60 minutes. The Northern Line tube train was largely empty at 9.00pm with the few passengers physically distanced in the now customary face masks. As PH looked around the silent carriage so many of the black linen face masks blended into the passengers’ black faces - the silent train was, he sensed, crossing the social River Styx into territory dark and purgatorial. His white aged body, with all the fragmentary DNA of his antecedent slave-owning past forefathers, would be cauterised and purified in mind, body and spirit, and he would soon be humiliated, scourged, purged, and perhaps even vaguely redeemed by the dominating and perverse ritual attention of the DirtyBlackPig residing in the dystopian playroom-world in Wood Green. ‘Get your fucking clothes off’ came the first abrupt order from the leather harnessed and jock strapped Leo, the DirtyBlackPig escort, as he thumbed through the newly extracted twelve new ten pound notes from the adjacent ATM to Wood Green tube station. In Lordship Lane. Satisfied that the fee was correct PH stood naked and vulnerable before his black Master, then pushed to his knees and waited whilst Master Leo sat down to ponder and realise what sort of scenario would meet the earlier discussions The playroom was minimalist to the extent that the floor was black vinyl, the large double bed covered in a fitted black washable sheet, a set of wall boxes containing baskets of dildoes, toys, etc, whilst hanging from a rack on the wall a huge range of straps, whips, canes, harnesses, masks. Along one side of the room sideboard displaying numerous syringes, bottles and small plastic sachets of various powders along with what was to prove G flavoured energy drinks. Above fixed on the wall, a video screen was already displaying one of the S&M sleazy 'Dutch Steamboat' erotic videos, of a young Indonesian Master pissing over a much older Guy on the floor of a dungeon in Amsterdam. At the far end of the room stood the sling stand hanging from which was the open harness sling and surrounded by a masses of chains and clips, over which was suspended a large ceiling mirror. This was a well organised space reflected PH, the space of a professional who knew what his clients needed. There would be no loss of escort time rummaging for gear! In the far corner, a tripod with a video camera was set up to record, humiliate and even expose the coming ritual The silence was broken but the quietly spoken yet firm command ‘get into the fucking sling for chemming you piece of white trash’ PH moved quickly into the sling and in a matter of seconds his wrists and ankles were spread wide and secured and his slave cunthole exposed for booty bumping. Slowly the proud Master Leo advanced between his new slaves trembling legs, not so much trembling with fear, although there was an element of that, but more the erotic anticipation of what was to happen next ...and then Master Leo held up a needle-less large syringe staring in PH’s eyes saying ‘ White dirty pig your new Master is gonna is gonna make you fly ok?’ As PH looked down his torso he watched as he saw the black hands move between his white thighs and felt the slow insertion of the syringe and the gentle pressure of the syringe emptying its contents into his slave cunthole. No sooner was it was withdrawn than the Master brought the used slightly stained syringe to his mouth and emptied the remaining drops into his mouth. ‘My superior cocktail of DNA undetectable chemmed piss and cum’ . PH soon felt that flying experience, as the breeding chemming effect ran through his body. The Master then worked slowly and efficiently to secure the white balls in a parachute and connecting it by an elastic ‘spider’ cord to a hook on the sling stand-bars above. With the inferior white pig’s balls and pathetic shrunken cock now out of the way Master Leo could work with ease on the slave’s cunthole ‘Gonna clean that dirty white fuckhole of yours out Now’ With that PH saw and felt a large funnel go into his cunthole. Obviously too high for the Master to piss in a small plastic stool was brought and then the proud black Master stood on the stool and glaring down at PH said ‘take your Master’s superior piss!’ With that, the slave saw the slow jet of superior black golden piss pour into the funnel and quite soon felt the hot nectar in his gut. PH now began to feel the black quiet revenge of decades, even centuries, being played out , nay even wreaked out, on his white pig body, as Master Leo’s long superior glistening cock continued to pour out its torrent of piss. ‘You are just a white urinal you fucking white pig’. PH responded quietly as he gazed obediently into his new Master’s eyes saying ‘yes Master, thank you, Master.....’ The first act of retribution was being abusively played out by Master Leo and in a strange bizarre way welcomed both physically and mentally as an act of punishment and atonement by PH the white slave in the sling........( to be continued)

I'd started out being pretty picky when I'm at an ABS and wouldn't take a cock in the ass through a hole. I wanted to see who the guy was before he'd fuck me. I broke that rule one time when I was there sucking this absolutely gorgeous uncut cock through a glory hole. It truly was a prefect looking cock and the guy had a sexy as fuck voice as I was sucking him. He was clearly enjoying me sucking him and he asked if I wanted to get fucked. I said I was but was nervous as fuck as I'd never done anything like that. His cock came back through the hold with a condom on it, which kind of freaked me out as I usually don't take cock wrapped. I'd brought some lube packets with in case I wanted to fuck or get fucked and quickly lubed up my ass and started taking his cock. The condom was making it more difficult and I kept adding more lube but it was just not easy or fun. Finally I eased off his cock, pulled off the condom, and told him to fuck me without it. I backed up on his cock again and it was a lot easier taking him inside me and he clearly enjoyed fucking me without a condom on as he was thrusting a lot more aggressively now. I wasn't so sure I wanted him to cum inside me or not but it felt so good I just rolled with it. He clearly was enjoying it as much as me and blasted a load deep inside me with an audible groan. I felt so dirty and wrong laying up against the wall as he slid out of me. I knew absolutely nothing about the guy and here I'd taken his load. I knew I shouldn't have but did. I'm still picky about taking loads through a glory hole like that, but I've lost most of the nervousness about it. I've fucked guys through glory holes the same way and know how much I enjoy giving it to guys like that. You just learn to make peace with it.

I have been locked for 6 weeks as of today. My goal is to stay an entire year.

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It was the late 90's. I was 35; married; 3 kids; a good boy, always trying to please; more (or less) faithful to my wife, to whom I'd been married for 15 years; providing my family with a steady income from my run-of-the-mill accounting job. And I hated it. Still I was reluctant to give in to my homosexuality, regarding it as a blemish on my character. But my hormones often got the best of me, and I ended up at the bars and baths—rarely—but with increasing frequency. I developed an affinity for blowjobs, which progressed to getting laid. I was always the passive one, the Bottom. Back in those days, to my detriment, I played it safe and hardly ever fucked without a Condom. After each tryst, I felt guilty and ashamed, but on each occasion less and less. And I kept fucking my wife bare. Just when I didn't want to go on with such duplicity, becoming more and more conflicted everyday—just when I was seriously considering leaving wife and kids—salvation came in the form of a new job, offering 200 travel days a year. With a generous expense account and a salary I'd heretofore only dreamt about, I jumped at the opportunity. Ironically, I kept our family together by keeping us apart. I became very creative at seeking out the most popular Gay haunts—the leather bars, bath houses, tearooms, rest stops, parks, adult theaters, and bookstores. I left no stone unturned. I grew comfortable in my new role as a kinky, if somewhat masochistic Bottom, a sometime Slave, but always the Slut. During my trips home, I played the role of loving husband fucking his wife, while cuming to reveries of Male Cunt. Sucking, felching, rimming, along with the ubiquitous Poppers became my daily regimen. I got fucked more and more. I developed tastes for spit, watersports, armpits, feet, and B&D and S&M. I loved Gay Sex and invited guys to my hotel rooms all hours of the day and night. Still I couldn't get enough. I started fucking bare on the proviso that they pull out. Of course there were the inevitable accidents. I knew I took a risk since I always bled when I got fucked. I wasn't yet amenable to taking Cum up the Ass, but more and more that turned me on. It also turned me on fucking my wife, sharing the risk, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as I pumped my NEG Gay Sperm up her straight Pussy. I'd hinted at an occasional Gay rendezvous, but never breathed a word about bareback sex. Gradually my guilt and reluctance dissipated as I sacrificed quality for quantity. I no longer had to strive to be a Cum Pig; I HAD BECOME ONE. I felt powerful and bad. I manipulated the Tops who thought they were manipulating me—into barebacking—in hopes that one or both of us would be inseminated with the Blessed Seed. And I continued to fuck my wife—with my Fist and up her Ass. How she raved about our new "open" relationship—the little Fool—my meal ticket to the family values so treasured by the outside world. I never told her how I'd cum to worship unsafe sex. The turning point came when I got invited to a party in L.A. I emailed the host and asked if barebacking were permissible. He wrote back that he and several buds actually preferred it that way. Sometimes they had special little get-togethers for barebackers, and there was one such Friday night. He never actually said the words “Conversion Party.” I told him I was a relative newbie to group sex. "On the contrary, I think you'll fit right in. Be here at eight, and we'll talk it over." Marky seemed an all right kind of guy—not pushy, just hospitable. He assured me I'd enjoy myself. And no one would force me do to anything I didn’t want. That sounded great. "But Marky, are your buddies NEG?" "Who really knows his status, Sport? Just get here early, and we'll talk." On my drive down to L.A, I thought a lot about getting POZZED. There seemed to be distinct advantages—no longer having to worry about the Bug was the biggie that came to mind. And the disadvantages were too morbid to contemplate. Maybe POZ was not nearly as NEG as it was made out to be. It was a little after eight when I rang the bell. I was stressed from the long drive, and Marky noticed it. "Have a cola, and let's share a joint. Help you unwind. I got some other stuff. Ecstasy, GHB, Coke. Just ask.” I took a few tokes, and he suggested I clean up. I told him I didn't do drugs, but I’d love to douche. He flashed me a quick smile. "Trust me. Chems have their place. They just make it a little easier to accept ourselves." Afterwards we shared another joint. We were looking at the profiles of his bareback friends as he chatted online. Marky whispered in my ear about how beautiful I was, how I deserved the Gift, and other bullshit, and gave me another cola. Foggy as I was, I didn’t think a thing of it. He told me he hosted a party every month or so. He usually invited 15 or 20 guys. Five or six regulars always showed up; the rest, depending. "I start inviting guys around 6 PM, by phone and on the Net. The party starts at 10. The guys who can make it pop in anytime between then and 6 AM. I'll try to get hold of my friend, Nigel. He lives right down the block," Marky smirked, massaging the PreCum pooling on my piss slit all over my dick head. I felt so warm and comfy. I lay on the mattress besides the computer, jacking off, watching two studs go at it on TV. The music was growing deafening; the room lights seemed to dim; and, overall, I felt quite pleasant and relaxed. On hands and knees I crawled over to Marky and sucked his dick. He none too kindly rammed it down my throat. "Horny Pig! Must be the GHB. You're feeling it." "But I didn't want to do drugs!" I protested, thinking of the next drug test. Actually, I felt downright evil, hot, and sexy. I often have a problem with the gag reflex. But that night, no problemo at all. I wanted him down my throat, but he pushed me away. "Not yet, Cunt! I know you want it, but not nearly bad enough. Time for a pill, an XTC. The GHB got you horny, but you're way too laid-back. Take this, and you'll be fuck meat for the guys when they arrive." As I popped it down my throat I exploded. "I WANT TO BE RAPED, DAMN IT!" Marky gave me a devilish grin. "Give it to me, please!" The doorbell rang. There was a commotion in the hall, followed by silence. Marky told me Nigel had gone to take a shower, and it was time for us to play. He knelt down to rim me and kissed me as he entered me. "My God, Your bare cock feels so good in me!" He gave me a joint and then his poppers. The drugs, combined with my predilection, had rendered me a total Slut. I wanted him to cum in me. But once again Marky spurned my advances and pulled out. He told me to turn around. I hadn't heard Nigel enter the room. I was astonished. He must have been 6’, had the deepest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen, the widest mouth, beautiful muscles, with an incredible 8 inches topped by a massive PA. He was perfection personified! I crawled over to him. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He was like a faucet forcing spittle down my throat. He commanded me to suck his Dick. I took a lengthy hit of poppers as he ground that huge tool down my throat. Was I imagining things or did intense Gregorian music fill the room as Marky massaged something up my butt? "Just a little aid to relax your pussy." But it didn't feel good at all. My butt was on fire! "What the hell..." I started to protest, but was silenced in astonishment as Nigel ordered Marky to work a butt plug up my ass—in tandem with his uncut Cock. Nigel was pissing down my throat, while Marky twisted the latex dildo in beside his dick. "YEAH, BOY! WE'RE GONNA IMPREGNATE YOU!" Show him the Dildo, Marky." It was slimey and BLOOD RED. "He's ready now, Marky. Cream away." Marky gave me another sniff, but it wasn't poppers. "Coke!" Marky grinned. "Like the stuff up your ass. You'll be a better fuck for it." Marky plowed my bleeding butt while I sucked Nigel's mammoth cock. He pissed again. "Yeah, fuckin' pig! Swallow my sick piss, you filthy slut!" Needless to say, I was preoccupied when Marky shot his cum in me. With the pervasive music, the twirling lights, Marky's tongue in my ear, his POZ Spooge dripping off my hairy Balls, and Nigel's massive rock hard rod fucking my face—I imploded from sensual overload. I started to cry. Marky spoke in singsongy, condescending voice. "Your first big test, boy; and you passed it well. Let's take a break." "NO BREAK!" I screamed. "I WANT IT NOW! I WANT NIGEL TO RAPE MY ASS!" Nigel took my face between his hands, looking deep into my teary eyes. "BEG FOR IT, SLUT! BEG FOR MY AIDS CUM!" I didn't even hesitate. I searched his deep black eyes. "IF THE DEVIL EXISTS, NIGEL, YOU'RE IT. Just give me what you got. No ifs, ands or butts." "You sure, slut? Once we start, there's no turning back. I always finish what I start. So be sure. Be very, very sure." "I'm sure," but suddenly I was scared. The drugs were wearing off. It was still early—9 PM. I could make a break for it. As I watched Marky and Nigel prepare the sling, I plotted my escape. I pulled on my trousers, grabbed my tee, and made a mad dash for the door. The doorbell rang. Shit! Nigel turned and saw me. He tackled me, inadvertently bloodying my nose, and dragged me to the sling. My fate was sealed. I'd met my match. There’d be no escaping now. To add insult to injury, I had rug burns on my knees, and puked all over my bare chest. Dressed in black leather, an Asian twink named Tuan came, in, took in the scene, and helped bind my feet and hands and clean me up. Marky prepared another cola, adding a vial of GHB. He also forced me to swallow another XTC tablet down my throat. It was either swallow it or choke. Tuan took a sniff of coke, then sprinkled some on my soiled, bloodied handkerchief and held it tightly to my lips while Marky pinched my nose. As you might expect, Nigel plunged his enormous pierced black cock up my ass, Marky's cum the only lube. I felt his P.A. searing me. While Marky kissed me, Tuan sucked my cock. I came as Nigel exploded up my Ass. Marky felched me and we kissed—our lips a crimson kaleidoscope of cum, piss and blood. After that Tuan took his turn and dumped yet another POZ LOAD up my ass. The rest was almost anticlimactic. It was 10 PM. The party had barely begun, and already I'd been bred. More guys came in. I was only half awake. I don't know how many loads I took, but one thing was for sure: I got POZZED that night. Four weeks later I was laid up with the fuck flu. Feverish though I was, my joints protesting every move, I screwed my "shield of respectability," while fantasizing about shit holes and mancunt.

Late November 2018 I won a lottery draw where my prize was getting fucked bareback for 3 hours by five of the event porn stars and then any of the event attendees, in a sling in the middle of the floor. We estimated after that at least 55 guys had been inside me, but we counted the cumshots throughout and I was bred 22 times, mostly by total strangers.

Part 9 Throat fuck: 7 minutes. Chat: 3 minutes. Ass eating: 0 second. Lube: 20 seconds. Punishment ass fuck: 21 minutes. Breeding orgasm: 6 seconds. Post-orgasm endearment: 1 minute. Kiss: 5 seconds. Then Mickey was gone. Magoo was standing in the door frame with two other men. “I am working on lowering his inhibitions. He is not ready to put his ass on the block yet. I’ll get him there soon” Magoo explained to the two strangers “until then guys… get in here… I’ll give you the ride of your life!” On that, Magoo straddled my body on all four. His face smiling above mine. The first guy stepped on the end of the bed, pulled back Magoo toward him and worked his dick home. Magoo leaned over my chest and nibbled my nipples. The second guy hopped on the bed over my head on his knees and jerked his really nice cock from soft to hard. I was able to briefly peek at his flat stomach and firm pecs. The door was still open for anyone to [banned word] in. It must have been a surreal scene: three men cramped on a bathhouse’s single-bed with only a dimmed-light ready to fuck while and other one, trapped by other, lay passively. “Up here, grandpa, suck this poz cock all the way… yeah… that it’s old bat, suck my fucker down your throat. Show us what a cocksucker you really are… what a hungry cum whore you are.” Oh FUCK! I realized; it was the guy with the sexy voice! Oh fuck… fuck! That was enough to fill my jerking fantasies for the next month! No, I was not going to wait…. I started jerking my cock. My cock was hard again. The guy was feeding Magoo with what turned out to be a long veiny cock. Magnificent! from my point of view. And what view I had! His hairy balls were dangling few inches from my mouth… A hairy ass was completing the entire portrait. Any horny guy in my position would have dove-in and nursed on each ball, bathing them with a lot of tongue. Any guy in my position would have snaked his tongue in the sexy ass crack, extending it to reach his hole and with the point teased it until its owner howled of pure joy. You know it by now, I am not any guy. So, I chickened out and watch. I didn’t trust myself. A simple lick on the tantalizing balls above would lead me to perdition. My lust would overpower my mind, and would make me commit regrettable choices. One thought was hammering my head: the sexy guy was… poz. Magoo was spit-roasted like it was a natural thing. His cock jutting from the grey pubes was soft. I moved my hand and grabbed his balls and cock, squeezed them once like you would with someone’s shoulder to give him courage. Magoo moaned his appreciation. In the blink of an eye my field of vision was obscured by the guy’s hairy ass, bringing Magoo’s head down with it. He was slowly moving back and forth. I was barely able to breathe and the manly smell was intoxicating me. I raised my hands tentatively on his thighs to signaled him my condition. “No hands pussyboy! And if you want some air soon, you better get that cock whore-licking tongue in action! Go on and give it some practice licks… just your tongue… that’s it faggot… right there… please your Daddy!” and to add to his command, my fantasy man completely sat on my face, trapping my head between his cheeks and the thin mattress. I didn’t want to… well I did, but no… I was doing it anyway… He pulled back on his heels, freeing me, desperately seeking air. Magoo was quicker! With one hand on my mouth, the other holding a bottle of popper – definitively the black cap one – stuck to my nose, largely breathing the unexpected chemicals, 2 hits… 3 hits… 5 hi… no 4… fuck! Why am I so weak resisting? To not succumb to this induced-nirvana? Oh, God, I didn’t want to, but I was now feasting on the hairy ass as Magoo returned on the cock. “Much better boy! Eat Daddy’s ass!” the sexy voice repeated like a mantra. “Yo! Eddy, you find yourself another asslicker?” I heard the fucker said. The sexy voice has now a name, Eddy. Eddy, sexy! Sexy Eddy! my mind mused in its daze state. I redoubled my effort wanting him to remember this moment, wanting him to tell me how pleased he was with me. Lust! In my horny fogged-mind, I pictured myself on the narrow edge between the too-long frustrated and sex-starved student and the pig that had died and gone to pig’s paradise (whatever that is!). “Jesus! What a fucking faggot whore! Yep, a devoted asslicker and I think he is getting along with the program. I might go easy on him with the paddle later! You should order him to clean your ass after and suck your dick clean. Oh fuck! Keep doing that…" groaned Eddy. No, no, no… I am not a cheap whore up for sale. “Umphh… ir… uw… mmf… onmf… unh… bah…” I said. Both men laughed at my attempt to my protests. Eddy was now holding Magoo’s head and was face-fucking him. I was not able to see, but I did for sure felt his cheeks moved rapidly, putting pressure on my mouth and preventing me to do a proper tongue ass-probing. All along his verbal assault was directed toward me. It was turning me on. I was certain Magoo would received his load, but it was not the case. Jesus (I found after that it was his real name) came in Magoo’s ass with frantic movements causing Magoo’s head to hit my chin and forcing Eddy’s balls right under my nose. “Snifffff!” “Oh! you pathetic faggot! …go ahead… smell your Daddy while I take care of grandpa…!” Multiple balls hairs went right in my nostrils triggering me to sneeze at the same time Eddy rocked back his ass over my nose and mouth again. "YOU MOTHERFUCKING SLUT!” Eddy exclaimed. “I swear you are a hot fucking slut… Damn, that feels strangely good!!! FUCK!" My face was covered in snot, saliva, ass sweat and hairs. And then, everything went still. My mind trying to comprehend what was happening. Jesus had pulled out his cock, and Eddy was standing up, taking Jesus place. Jesus stayed on the side with a look of a fat contented cat. His cock glistening with cum was pulsing from all the excitation it got. Magoo twisted his small body and started cleaning Jesus’ cock. I felt my legs being raised. I was dumfounded. It took me few seconds to comprehend what was happening… to me. I honestly started to struggle, not wanting to be fuck with a poz cock, even if it was sexy Eddy. “No… I don’t want to…” until I felt a hot tongue licking my ass lips in circle. “oh… fuck… mmmh… yes…” “No one will hurt you, Max. I told Eddy and Jesus about you. They will fuck you later… only if you want them to…” Magoo told me in a soothing voice. “mmmh… ok…. thank you… ohhh… for…” “Ssshh… it’s okay… suck grandpa's fingers..." as he inserted two salty fingers in my mouth. "...and rest reassured, I will fuck you first and you will let me…” I didn’t want to and Magoo seemed adamant to.

My best sex was with a tall Australian daddy from Sydney, 6”2 with that very broad build. He had huge arms and well built. The type who in his younger days was obviously really fit but since turning 49 enjoys other pleasures in life. A bit of a beer gut but still solid all over. We messaged on grindr and finally one night I went to his hotel and waited in his lobby for him to take me up. I like to dress a bit slutty for a meetup, especially when tops like their bottoms a bit fem in bed. I’m a moaner and a heavy precummer despite my dick being completely soft and floppy the whole time my hole is filled. I like my tops to dominate me and use me however they like. My favourite is when they grab my cock and balls when they fuck me so I know that my only sexual organ is my hole. I like to show off my butt so my top can spot me from a mile away and he can take ownership of me in public. I wore a loose tank top which barely covered my nipples, with pair of very short shorts that accentuate my fat ass. Underneath, I was lubed up with a cockring to keep my bits together. I wore a tiny pink thong that was more string than fabric, the sides are strings to be tied together and I let one string “fall out of my shorts”. I’m a heavy precummer and cummer. By the time I arrived at his hotel, my thong was sticky from excitement and I could feel it against my skin. He was super discreet so he only sent me dick pics earlier. Huge cock, maybe 8” and girthy. I couldn’t say no. I was pleasantly surprised when he met me in the lobby. He towered over my 5”7 and was very handsome. In the elevator i stood slightly in front of him so he could check my ass out but couldn’t touch since there were people in it. I could feel his eyes on me the whole ride up. It was so hot. The corridor was quite long and dark. By the time we arrived at his room door he already had two fingers in my hold. The other hand opened the door. Obviously this was just the beginning but not sure if anyone is interested to hear the rest of my horny night with the hung Aussie daddy... just wanted to share my inner thoughts as a horny asian bottom getting ready for a plowing by an older daddy. The pic is the pink thong I wore. He wouldn’t let me take it off the whole time he used me.

I could melt for Brad Mcguire, Tom Sawyer, Slave Will, and Ethan Wolfe.

fuck this is so hot. I recognize myself so much in it when you describe that feeling when your brain switches off and just says yes to a guy, you rush to get your ass ready and suddenly bend over bb for a completely unknown guy and take his load. then you have that mix of guilt and excitement, but the excitement takes over, you put a finger into your wet hole and taste the anonymous load that is inside you and from that moment you are just hooked and want more and more and accept any load, even the dirtiest ones as long as you get as much DNA inside as you possible. This is exactly how it started for me. just stop thinking and bend over and then you know you found your place forever

I find his co-opting of sacred symbols of pagan religions (not traditions I follow, but I have good friends who do) in the service of white supremacy repugnant. He is part of a movement in the USA that I think is a threat to everyone's freedoms. I would not give him the time of day. If the question is "Five years ago before you knew anything about him and he bought you a drink in some leather bar, would you let him fuck you?" then the answer is "probably." I like a trashy boy with lots of tattoos. But given his politics, I am not sure we could have made it through the hookup without his saying something that would piss me off enough to change my mind.

Part 7 I text the boy when I got home and told him to meet me at the corner at 4:50 and I went on the site where my ad was posted and put up an ad for him. Young bottom neg prep free who wants to suck dick and ride it at the bookstore. Will be there tonight and need some big dick to service. I posted the bottom would be there at 5 PM and gave the address and pic of the front and his stats with a couple ass shots took a nap. When I got up it was 4:30 and I headed to the bookstore, got there early and cruised through I saw some older rough looking guys and two younger guys with tats also walking the halls and I wen to the corner and collected Daniel my little bottom boy and we walked into the back and ducked into a both, this time with two holes and I told him to get on his knees and suck my dick which he did. While he was pulled it out from my underwear I dick fed through the hole. I could see the guys boots and it looked like these 50 plus older guys with a thicker body, one of rough looking guy who looked like he was poz. Sunken face and thick belly and abs but still lean. I guided the boy’s head to the dick, and he sucked on that big dick that grew thick. I brought lube and poppers and I lubed up his hole and fingered him as I heard the other door open and close and one of the young dudes was there. He slides his dick through and long uncut not over thick. I grab it and suck it while I lube up the boy’s hole and guide his ass, so his little hole meets that uncut dick and it slowly slides in the boy. The young guy pounds the wall and five minutes later shoots his load in the kid. The guy slips a piece of paper through, it had his number and VL203,000. I was not sure what that meant but put in my pocket and knew he would be a good fuck later. Meanwhile another older guy comes in and slides his dick through and I turn the boy around and have him suck the new dick while I lubed up that big thick man dick and backed up the boy while I fed him some poppers. He yelped as the dick was thick and the older guy slow fucked him till he opened and then ten slams and he shot his load inside the boy. This went on for a little over an hour with guy breeding him and he soon had 10 loads and of the guys who shot six had passed me their numbers and what I found out was their Viral Load count. One guy had 856,000. Big fat dick on him too. We made out and then I walked him out and called an uber for him. He lived about ten blocks away and I wanted him to get home. He texts me on the way and told me how hot it was and hoped we could do it again. I winked at him via text and told him for sure! I went back in the bookstore and found a young dude walking the halls and followed him till he picked a booth with a glory hole. I put my fingers through, and he put his cock through, and I sucked his dick then he got up and I knew he wanted my dick, so I put it through, and he sucked my dick and then backed onto it and I fucked him till I came inside him. Fuck that felt amazing I thought as I pulled out and left.

So I missed posting this here but this year I am fully embracing my sub nature and taking my rightful place. I have been locked in chastity and will stay locked for the foreseeable future. I will work on stretching my hole and my body to please tops. I am a worthless fuck hole now. #slut #teamlocked #subfag

Lee Ryder is one of my all-time, ultimate fantasies. So sad we lost him so early.

PART 18 ron had told me to park in his driveway and i barely knocked before he opened the door and ushered me in. I had cleaned up a little bit still had on my usual surfer look, shorts and a tshirt. Ron just had on basketball shorts and even soft, his cock left a strong outline in the thin silky shorts. “Let me show you to MY playroom,” Ron said as he guided me along the hallway. His playroom was all mirrored walls, with not one but two tv’s playing porn. Along the wall opposite the tv’s was a twin bed. Before i even had swung my eyes around the room, his shorts were on the ground. I took that as my cue and pulled off my clothes. I was now naked facing a man old enough to be my dad. Maybe he noticed it on my face, the nerves, because he softened his voice a little as he spoke. “Chris, look at me in the eyes. Two weeks ago you were a kid jerking off thinking about sex with a man. Now all of a sudden you’ve met not one but two guys and you are naked in a guys room. It’s a lot.” I’d been staring at his eyes so i hadn’t noticed but as he nodded at me to look down i now saw it. Ron had been stroking his cock and it was like steel. “Look at it. Look at my cock. Let that feeling take over. You’re in the playroom. It’s just us. Be the Chris i know you need to be. Do you want to be the nervous Chris that misses out? Or do you want to be the little piggy Chris i met at Tom’s? The one loves taking cum So much he begs poz guys to bred him?” Completely broken, i dropped to my knees, my mouth inches from his cock. “ i want to be your bottom please. And i want you to cum in me. You can do anything you want.” I opened my mouth as he guided the head of his cock into it. Eyes closed, i just put all of my focus on Rob’s cock, trying to be a good cocksucker for him. I took more and more, gagging a few times but trying to fit all of in into my throat. I swirled my tongue around the head and along his shaft. I just wanted to please my top. Finally he pulled me off his cock and pushed me back onto the bed. He threw me a bottle of poppers and i wasted no time. “Good boy keep hitting that bottle,” he whispered. I felt the cold lube on my hole as he worked me open with his fingers. I arched my back and pushed back into his hand, my Hole hungry and the poppers kicking in. “Two deep hits in each nostril Chris. Do it.” He was pushing me. Then again “two more each side. Hold it on hold it in. How’s that feel?” I was flying harder than i ever had. “It’s it’s ok my god. Please. Please Fuck me. Please!” I was practically crying out for it. “You mean my poz cock? Is that you want? My big poz dick Inside you? Is that what Chris needs?” Now i did beg. “I want it please. I want it inside me. I want you to cum inside me and give it to me. Please cum in me. I need it” Ron looked down at me and i could feel the pressure of his cock head against my hole. It was so close.

To be slightly fairer: Although child porn is one of the big problems they want to solve (and I'm not saying this is the way, just acknowledging the problem), another is "revenge porn", where a person being recorded for sex may not have given his/her consent for sharing or distribution of the recording, but it's shared anyway - sometimes to get back at one of the people in the recording for some slight or another. Requiring verification of users to upload means that if X person claims to own the copyright to the footage and has permission from the participants, he can be identified and tracked down if it turns out that's not the case. And yes, we all know that if you take explicit pictures or video of yourself, or others take them of you, you should expect that they'll make their way onto the web. Losing battle though it may be, however, a person still has the right to refuse to give that permission; and sometimes, the person in the videos isn't even aware there was a camera filming. At present, US law shields most online content hosting sites from liability as long as they take certain actions to hide or remove potentially illegal content when it's identified (the infamous "takedowns" that get a bad rep). But because such content can spread like wildfire and be impossible to track everywhere it ends up, advocates for those who are harmed by such distribution are pressuring for a change in the laws to hold such sites more accountable. These are defensive moves, designed to reduce the pressure on Congress to curtail the freedom from liability that hosts now enjoy. And unfortunately, there are enough bad actors out there who abuse the system that the status quo is becoming unsustainable.

Oops the link got messed up for the main site. Basically it’s a sex party where when you buy a ticket you have to pick Mare (bottom) or Stallion (top) and you can’t switch positions during the night. If you pick mare, you have to get there early and they put you in a hood so you can’t see the tops and the tops can’t see your face so you have no idea who is fucking you. I heard mare tickets are sold out already. They said they’ll only open up more if they sell more stallion tickets. They like to have two stallions per mare so now there’s a waiting list. [think before following links] https://horsemarketsf.com

PART 13 Tom broke off the kiss and looked down at me. “You sexy little stud. I am so lucky you walked by my door. I am gonna keep that little boyhole so happy. And so full,” he whispered. I just nodded up at him. He grabbed me a little rougher than normal and flipped me over grunting “I want to see my cock going in and out of my boy's hole.” He was stroking his already hard cock. Instinctively, I arched my back and went ass up and head down, completely offering my already fucked and cum slick cunt up to him. My legs were spread and my hole was totally exposed, as he started sliding his cock up and down my crack, teasing me. Then he gripped the base of his massive cock and began running tiny circles over my rosebud with his cockhead. It was driving me crazy and i was bucking back to try to get it inside me. Finally, so hungry and teased I couldn’t take it, emotion took over and I practically cried out for it, “Please fuck me!” And with that I felt the pressure increase and my hole began to open up and accept Tom’s beautiful penis. He went slow but steady, and it was a little hard to take but the cum he had already shot into me slickened it up. The fullness increased and I fell into ecstasy again. He was going slow but fucking me with deeper and longer strokes. It felt incredible and I pushed out my hole to try to get even More of him inside me. “My cock looks so fucking hot going in and out if you Chris. Your tight little boy butt. It’s like magic just pulling the cum out of me. I can’t help it. You are gonna make me shoot again. Is that what you want?” he asked in that whisper-moan of his that drove me crazy. “I want it! I want it please!”, I practically yelled. The strokes were longer even, all the way until the point where his head alone was wrapped around my ring and then all the way in balls deep, slowly and steadily. “You want to take another poz load, sexy boy? Is that it? You need that special cum inside your hole, don’t you? Don't you? Deep in your little boy hole,” he grunted. And I lost it. The lust overpowered me and I found myself answering him, “Fuck yes I need it. I fucking need it in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me.” Who knows how many times I repeated the last part. He sped up and he was driving deep. It hurt but I didn’t care. The sharp pain of his cock stabbing my guts almost made it feel even better. And then he drove extra deep and his HIV positive sperm erupted into my eager and begging hole. And I had begged. He had asked me and I had begged him to do it. And I wanted it. At that moment all that mattered was that I was his bottom and he had just shared his sperm with me. Given me his seed. He collapsed on top of me. “Please stay in me," I whimpered. “My baby boy already addicted to man cum in his hungry little boy hole. My sexy baby boy,” as I felt him throb inside me as he tried to milk every drop of cum into me that he could. And my mind flashed quickly HIV load number four now. But instead of fear, I was thinking of load number five, which I knew I would need. And need soon. The hunger was just growing. The need to get fucked. And to be bred.

PART 12 As my breathing returned to normalcy and my heart rate slowly came down a little from my fuck high, the guilt started to come back. Three times now. Three loads of hiv cum I have in me now, in less than a week. What was I doing? Why? And even the answer to those questions left me troubled. I did it cuz it felt so good. I did it because after the times when sex had felt wrong or incomplete, it had all of a sudden been all consuming, the hottest experience of my life. Tom was like some sex god that brought out this need. I couldn’t stop thinking of the intense sense that I needed to get fucked - that I desperately needed to get fucked. And the only part I didn’t get is why I had also discovered how much I didn’t just want bareback sex, I wanted Tom to cum in me. He had offered to pull out even. I had asked him not to, even when I knew he was HIV positive. As Tom lay next to me, I think he sensed some kind of battle going on in my head. “What’s my sexy boy thinking about? He has a serious look all of a sudden,” he said gently. What did I say? I tried to think of some way to gloss over it all. Or joke. But then I just thought maybe he was the one guy I could actually talk to about it. “Tom, I don’t know... it’s just, well, until a week ago I was very careful when having sex. But when I met you it just happened so fast. I just ... it’s feels so good when you fuck me, but I am scared about HIV. Like every time, it just feels so good and I get so carried away and want you to cum in me. And...” I fumbled off. He was silent for a moment and then he looked at me and again in a gentle voice said, “So yeah, it has been a big week for you. Lots of firsts. This is a little complicated because I don’t want to tell you what to do here. But I do have some observations. I have been actively gay for many many years and have been with many bottoms. There are 'types' of bottoms. You are the type I call a total bottom, the kind of bottom who cums just from getting fucked. Total bottoms don’t just want to get fucked, they to get fucked. Now, I don’t normally meet guys your age anymore, so I didn't consider your relative inexperience, but then you weren’t completely inexperienced either. Last night and today, knowing I'm HIV positive, you came here. I didn’t chase you down. You came here presumably because the sex felt so good you needed more. For some people, the risk of HIV or living with it is worth it, because the need is so important.” I just nodded as he continued, “Another observation sexy boy, I gave you the choice. I offered to pull out. But you didn’t want me to. Why? Same thing: the need. I can see you fighting it and some guys fight it harder than others. But from my observation, most guys who start taking it bareback don’t stop, finding bareback sex addictive. For example, how would you answer these two questions? Can you imagine going back to using condoms and never feeling what we feel when we are having raw sex like we just did? And can you imagine never having the sensation and knowledge that another mans cum is coating your guts?” The last part Tom said in an exceptionally low and sexy voice. I was already getting hard again. He was so good at pushing my boundaries. I knew it would continue to cause me guilt and that it would take a while to come to terms with - if I ever could, but still what he had said, so much made sense even right then. I hadn’t been able to stay away for even a week. And I did it knowingly and even asked for his cum. And the part that made me braver and feel gulltier at the same time was this, I already wanted him to fuck me again. And I was totally already thinking of his cum shooting into me again. HIV loadnumber four, it would be. I looked down and the talk had had an effect on him too. I didn’t know fully what I wanted to say and knew at some point I would want to talk some more about it, but in the meantime I had something on my mind. And the need totally was overpowering the risk. “Tom, can you... will you cum in me again? Please?” I whispered. Tom just grinned and then leaned into mine and kissed me. I felt his hard cock poking into my torso, and knew I wouldn’t have to wait long to get what I needed.

There are no tops like Marine tops. I love them all.

I really want an older poz daddy to take me in. Live with him. Use me as he wishes.. Share me with his buddies, getting raunchy, take me to cruising areas and pick guys to fuck me. Hookup with younger guys we both fuck. And get me pozzed. No limits.

I've been fantasizing lately about alternate social structures that are based around gay sex. Even wrote up a whole "future world history" then realized it was just a framework - it wasn't a sex story, so never posted it in the stories section here. And in a similar vein I've been fantasizing about sex ed courses with lab sessions where younger students are randomly paired up with an older students (lab partner changes each day) and students get extra credit for being the bottom in class gangbangs, etc. Of course in my fantasy none of those things are illegal - it's all very normal, natural and accepted.