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I was finally going to do it. My wife Kaitey was out of town for a long weekend visiting family. I stayed home because our pet sitter flaked out at the last minute, and anyway they'd have more fun talking about old times without having to clue me in on all their old references and stories. I decided to use the freedom to finally experience gay sex. I considered myself completely straight for the first three years of our marriage. One night, though, I was jerking off to some gangbang porn and accidentally clicked on a gay scene. I watched some twink get fucked by 4 guys and my cock had never been harder. I lasted maybe a minute before shorting a huge load. I closed the window, deeply ashamed. After a few months doing everything I could to convince myself that was a fluke, I started watching gay porn regularly. I loved watching guys take big dicks. Breeding scenes soon became my favorite. I knew from that first experience that I wanted to be the one on the bottom. Before long I signed up for a gay hookup site. I said in my profile I was married and just looking to fantasize. That didn't endear me to most of the guys there, but some were cool with a horny texting relationship. Paul lived a couple of miles away and we chatted every few weeks. He knew I was a gay virgin who fantasized about being a cum dump. Pretty soon we were explicitly talking about him breeding my ass. This had been going on for about three months before this weekend. As soon as we agreed I would stay,I texted Paul that I wanted to hook up on Saturday. I told him that despite my fantasies, he would need to fuck me with a condom. "Of course," he replied. I woke up Saturday super excited. I was going to head over at three. A couple hours before, I got cleaned up had a drink to calm my nerves. Paul texted me to say that he couldn't host me after all. His roommate had friends over and whatever. But I was alone so how about at my place? I didn't respond right away. I was nervous about him knowing where I lived. I had another drink and decided to go for it. I gave him my address. "You'll bring condoms right?" "Of course," he replied. ***** 15 minutes later he pulled up in a grey f150. I answered the door in jeans and a t-shirt. No underwear but lubed. He was mid 40s, white and fairly fit. He had more tattoos than I realized from his pics, maybe some news ones. Most of his arms were covered. My heart was pounding as I greeted him. He could tell and just said, "relax, this'll be fun." I said yeah let's get upstairs. He followed me into the bedroom. Seeing my wife's decorations made me ashamed, but the porn I had playing on tv refocused my mind. I undid his pants and pulled out his dick. Five inches and growing, I sucked it into my mouth. The first penis I'd ever sucked. I slurped and sucked. "Good boy," he said with an edge. "Get naked." I did as he said, laying on top of the duvet. He took off his clothes, too, and I got a good look at his 7" cock. His pubes were buzzed down and it seemed massive. "Larry back and spread your legs," he said impassively. I did as I was told, grabbing my legs at the knees and spreading for him. He reached for his jeans. Good, he was getting a condom. He came back with a bottle of lube and squired some on his bare cock. Paul fingered some lube in my ass and moved towards me, grabbing my legs. "Paul, condom," I said quietly. His only response was to grab a pillow and pull my ass on it. He pushed his raw dick into my hole. Fuck. "Paul, please, you promised." He picked up his pace. "I know this is what you want. Just enjoy it." It was true and I relented. Paul fucked my hole and called me a slut, pushing my legs back and apart. I stroked my cock, which was already coated in precum. It didn't take me long to squirt a load all over my stomach. Another wave of panic came over me. "Please pull out at least." With that he buried his penis in my asshole. He sighed deeply and I knew he was ejaculating. "You really do have a tight ass hun," he said cheerfully, his cock still all the way inside. I laughed uncomfortably and tried to squirm away. He grabbed me and said, "hang on." He thrusted a couple more times before pulling out, a stream of cum and lube running out of me. "I hope that ass is ready for more dick." To be continued.

This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626

Part 5 He had what he wanted. I had said the words. No, I had felt them. My body was in control now, and it was ignoring my nervous thoughts to escape and go home. Instead my body offered itself to him” is what he wanted from me. He ran his hands across my shoulders, then under my arms and down my sides to my waist, tracing my torso’s V-shape. I felt a hard pressure against my anxious hole and knew he was trying to penetrate my ass. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. My ass immediately surrendered to his thick cock. He pushed up inside me with a steady pressure, my hole already trained tonight to take cock. I winced as the mushroom head stretched my hole even wider than the first guy had. I yelped, but my breath caught in my throat and I silently groaned in painful pleasure. The sharp pain shoôk my body and the was gone. My head was pressed against the carpeted wall, flying high with popper rush. I felt so full as he pressed himself forward, burying the full shaft inside me. “That’s a good boy. Take all of daddy’s cock. Good little pig. You love raw cock, don’t you?” “I do,” I half breathed and half said. He rewarded my answer with a full thrust of his cock. I moaned loudly, unable to contain the pleasure. “Fuck boy, I feel that other load in there. Fuck your pig hole with another man’s toxic load.” He began fucking me harder, his is pelvis slamming against my ass over and over. I could only moan as he used my ass to satisfy his desire. My hole was stretched now, his cock moving easily in and out of my ass. He pulled all the way out, and I breathed a short sigh of relief. I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes pleading, and he grinned. “Pig boy doesn’t like being empty.” He pushed his cock back in, a slow and deliberate penetration so I could feel the head creeping deeper inside me, and feel my tunnel expand to accommodate his girth. It was an amazing sensation, and I made an odd animalistic sound of pleasure and surprise. “Now that was a squeal, boy.” He pulled back on my hips while pushing his cock deep inside me. “Back up, feet on the floor. That’s it. Spread those legs a little wider. Just like that. Keep your hands on the bench. Fuck yeah.” I was standing, bent over the bench. The floor was cool relief on the bottoms of my feet. He pressed the bottle of poppers under my nose. “Popper up again.” I did as I was told. As the poppers rushed through me again, he began rocking my body back and forth on his thick shaft. He wasn’t pulling out, but making me experience the girth contours of his dick. It was t a straight shaft, but got wider near the middle, tapering slightly at either end. I began working my ass back and forth on him, captivated by what I was feeling. I had no idea I could feel a cock inside me this way. “Fuck yeah, boy. Work daddy’s cock with that tight ass. Look at you! You need this.” I did. “Look at yourself.” He grabbed my head and turned it to the left. “See how fucking hot you look impaled on daddy’s cock.” There was a mirror on the wall, beneath the mounted TV, that I had missed when he brought me into the room. I could see my entire body, naked, legs stretched back, ass up, and my abs flattened and my torso tilted upward into my shoulders with my arms locked. I could see the years of workouts and soccer games reflected in the muscle tone and curves of my body. Behind we was the powerhouse who was buried deep in my ass. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back onto his cock, and started to pound me. I was in ecstasy! I could see him pounding into my waiting ass, my body on display. I felt like a fucking porn model watching myself in the mirror. “Fucking hot pig boy,” I heard him say as he was going to town on my hole. I’d never felt this way. I’d never felt so out of control but amazing! My body looked awesome, and I’d never thought that before. I wanted to keep this feeling forever. “Fuck me!” did I just say that? “Fuck me, daddy!” I was panting, looking at us in the mirror. There was a need in my eyes, and lust in his. “You’re making my toxic juices boil, boy!” He suddenly pulled out, half stepping half falling back a step. He stood there, playing with his own nipples, and just gazing at my naked athletic body. “Lie on your back. The long way down the bench.” I rolled onto the bench, one leg angled, and I consciously tried to make myself look sexy for him. The blood was rushing through me, my heart pounding and my body feeling electrified. I vaguely noticed he opened the door, and I didn’t know why. He wasn’t leaving. He wouldn’t leave me. He gazed down at my body again, drinking it all in. He ran his hand up and down my body. “Fuck you are HOT!” He was staring at me with this lust in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t done with me. I knew I had no choice in the matter. He’d already broken any resistance. “You play sports in school?” “Soccer. And I like to swim, but I don’t compete.” The casual conversation seemed a bit odd, but also gave my ass a break. “It shows.” I liked the way he admired my body. No one had looked at me like this before. He was absently kicking off a shoe and pulling his pants off while he randomly explored my body. I moaned softly as his rough hands grazed my own smoother skin. “Legs up, pig boy. I wanna see your face while I breed you.”. I rolled my legs back and lifted my hips slightly. I’d never offered myself up like this before. He maneuvered himself between my legs, one knee resting on the bench, his other leg braced against the floor. Out came the bottle of poppers, “Load up, boy.” I pinched off a nostril and took a long hit of the burning fumes. My body responded with a rush of desire, my legs spreading slightly wider, and I gave a quiet moan of need. This time he hit the poppers as well, seeming to relish the feeling it brought. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned forward and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped, but didn’t have a moment to recover because he began fucking me hard right away. I was vaguely aware of other movement in the room. There were several people now standing in the doorway, and one had even crept into the room to watch. The alarm must have shown in my face. “You’re the star of tonight’s show, pig boy. Just keep your eyes on me and enjoy it.” He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wider, and he was lunging forward with deep strokes in and out of my ass. I groaned as he pounded me with the full weight of his body behind it. My legs framed his beefy muscled hairy torso, and I could see my feet hanging in the air with no where to go. “Fucking hot pig boy! Look at you!! So fucking hot! My toxic juices are coming, boy! You want that juice? You want that toxic juice flooding you?”He voice was getting loud. Probably too loud for this place. But he didn’t. Care. I knew what was happening, what was coming. “Please, give it to me,” I whispered. “Fuck yeah, pig boy! Fuck yeah you want daddy to breed that hot college hole!” He was railing my ass, the thrusts shaking my entire body. I no longer. Felt the subtly contours of his shaft, but the hard pounding energy of his body. I couldn’t speak. I just kept grunting and moaning, “Eh! Ah! Yeah! Ah! Yeah!” And then he growled deeply, his body weigh filling my hole,. He held it there, his body quivering. I felt his cock now, pulsating. I knew it was the moment he wanted — the entire reason he had tapped on that window between our booths. He was pumping his toxic load deep inside me. I felt the hot juices leak around my hole. As he pushed deeper inside me. He was panting as his body convulsed. His breath was hot against my face, and he opened his eyes and looked into mine.d There was a long, silent moment spent like that, with just the sounds of his heavy breathing. “Fuck, boy,” he breathed, “I didn’t expect this from you. Fucking sexy pig boy.” He leaned back, but didn’t pull his cock out. He rubbed my muscles chest, then ran his hands down my tight abs. He looked at me. “You got what you wanted,” he said. He looked toward the door;. “Show’s over, fuckers. Go jerk off in the booths.” The flock of guys that had crowded around the open door began to disperse. He looked back. At me and grinned. “You were amazing,” he said slapping my chest. He slowly withdrew his cock, then stood up. He gave me his hand and pulled me to a sitting up position. He started pulling on his pants. “I’ve never seen you before. Make sure I see you again.” I was sitting there in stunned silence. The primal energies were fading. What the fuck had just happened. I couldn’t even begin to put it together in my conscious brain. Again I was naked in a dingy booth, covered in sweat My ass felt very tender, and the rough carpet of the bench wasn’t feeling good against my skin. I thought about standing up, but couldn’t yet. Who had been watching? Did anyone see who I am? Did any of them know me? What if they told other people? Unexpectedly his face appeared in front of mine. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me into him. He gave me a long, penetrating kiss. I melted a little more. He pulled away and grinned. “Good boy. “ With that he left the room, the door still open. He was showing off his trophy. Anyone walking by would see exactly who he had fucked and put his load into. Why did that excite me? I sat there a couple minutes. Two different guys tried coming in, but I shook my head and told them to leave. I was still breathing heavy, and my body was spent. Sex in college had never left me like this, even the times it was good. My body ached from the positions I’d been in, my legs feeling like I’d run 100 miles. But when guys walked by the open door, I didn’t cover myself. I was fine being looked at, stretched out naked on the bench. I touched my hole – it burned and felt tender. It was done for the night. Finally I got up, found my clothes, and headed out. This time wasn’t a rush past the door; I was feeling kinda unsteady on my feet, like after a hard workout or soccer practice. I heard my flip flops slapping as I walked through the store; they sounded obnoxiously loud and seemed to draw everyone’s attention. I stepped outside. He was there, leaning against a big black SUV parked right in front of the store. He motioned me over. “Use this,” he said, handing me a piece of paper. Then he kissed me again, got into his SUV, and drove off. I looked down at the paper. He had written GRANT with a phone number beneath it.

I went to Pig Week last year. I had been on PrEP for a while but part of me really wanted to get pozzed. I was sorta playing games with taking my PrEP – only taking it on days I went to the gym or took loads. My doctor wasn't happy about it, but I told him I took at least 4 a week, which is what they say gives you protection. Well, the week before Pig Week was busy and with Thanksgiving and getting stuff done, and I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale having only taken three the week before and none the last two days. Pig Week was scheduled to start on Saturday, but I got there the day before. I wanted to get things started off right with a gangbang in my motel. I billed it as a conversion party and told all the tops to pretend they were toxic, even if they weren't. I figured since I was on PrEP nothing would actually happen. Then again I hadn't taken my pills the last couple days, but that risk sorta turned me on. The gangbang went well. I had over a dozen guys show up I think. Since I was blindfolded I wasn't quite sure. I counted 15 times guys blew their load in my ass, but I'm pretty sure some of those were repeats. Their poz talk got pretty aggressive with the guys standing around egging whoever was fucking me to poz me. They kept going on about how toxic the loads were and that this was the night I was gonna become poz. I loved it and kept begging for their dirty loads telling them to knock me up and poz my hole. After the gangbang I was hungry for more, so I headed to Clubhouse II to take more loads. Stayed there about 3 hours and got 8 more loads. But even after 23 loads, I was hungry for more, so I headed to Slammer where guys loved my cummy hole and dumped 5 more loads in. It was the best night of my life, sexually, and I headed back to the motel on a high. I always take my PrEP before going to bed, so when I got back to the motel I grabbed the bottle and something seemed wrong. It was too light. I opened it and there were no pills inside. Just a note saying "Stop playing games. You clearly want to be poz, so just let it happen." I was a bit numb. There I was with 28 loads of cum in my ass, some of which was probably toxic, and I didn't have any PrEP, and hadn't taken any in a few days. There was nothing I could really do. I'd already paid in advance for most of the vacation. It's not like you can just go into the pharmacy and ask for more Truvada – even if I could get them to fill the script, it's really expensive (it's not like insurance was gonna pay twice for the same meds). But the note was right. I did wanna be poz. So as it all sank in I realized this was the week I was gonna become poz, so I might as well make the most of it. I went to bed pretty conflicted, but also sorta excited. I mean what better week to bug chase than Pig Week? That next week I went to every sex party I could. Basically I was a slut and spent every waking hour hunting for and taking dick and loads. I spent HOURS at the bathhouses. I think I took over 200 loads. I mean I literally let anyone and every one fuck me. A lot of the sex parties were filmed and I made a point of getting my face in as many shots as possible. If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do it right and become a public cumdump. I couldn't exactly say "poz me" in a porn video, so I'd say stuff like "Give me that dirty load", and "Knock me up Daddy!", and "Make me yours…" Some of the tops didn't get what I was trying to say, but a few clearly did. It seemed to really motivate them to dump their load in my ass. I think guys were talking behind my back as well, but I wasn't sure what exactly was being said of me. But I'd have these random guys show up at my door saying "I hear you're taking all loads – I wanna breed you" and then not take no for an answer. The last night this car pulled up as I was getting back to my motel. A hot daddy rolled down the window and said "get in, slut"… I recognized him from a couple of the parties. He'd dumped a few loads in me. I was wiped by this point, but didn't ask questions. I just got in. 15 minutes later we were at someone's house. There were a bunch of cars parked around it. We went in and in one room there was a bed and about a half dozen guys. I recognized all of them from the parties I'd been to, bathhouses, and even 1-on-1s at my room. Then one of the guys told me that one of the tops who was there had been at "my so-called conversion party" and noticed the Truvada in the bathroom and realized I was faking it. They were really glad I made the most of it and been a proper bug chaser the past 10 days. But since the PrEP was now probably out of my system, it was time to have real conversion party – the one I should have had at the beginning of the week. The guy also said that all the tops there had viral loads over 10,000, one had a viral load over a million. One of the tops even had a Truvada resistant strain – so even if I'd found a way to get more PrEP they would have made sure I wound up poz (they really don't like guys who do fake conversion parties). I knew it was actually more like 12 days I'd been off Truvada, and hadn't taken it every day before that. I doubt I had much of any protection – and here I was about to knowingly take toxic loads from a half dozen guys. This was my time to get pozzed… (If it hadn't happened already.) I got on the bed as instructed, on my belly, and each of the guys fucked me one after the other. About half the guys gave me a second load. There was a fair amount of poz talk, but it just didn't seem quite as necessary when you know it's the real thing. And the best part was they got it all on video. When it was over I laid there with 9 or 10 highly toxic loads marinating in my ass. A few of the guys stayed around. One told me they weren't done with me yet. They tied me to the bed face down so I couldn't roll over. "We don't want any of the loads coming out" was the explanation. Then another guy came into the room and pulled out a tattoo gun and proceeded to give me a biohazard tramp stamp. When he was done the host said "Now everyone will know you're a poz slut every time you bend over and you're shirt pulls up a bit. Every time you go to the beach, or change your clothes at the gym. You're a marked man now." I tried to sleep that night, but too many emotions were going through my head, and I couldn't really get comfortable since I was tied to the bed. Plus, every hour or two someone would come in and dump another load in me. So even if I was sleeping, I'd get woken up. But by that time they were actually a bit tender with me, calling me their "poz brother". Late the next morning they let me go with a warning – "Stay off meds for at least two years. We stole your PrEP, we'll find a way to steal your HIV meds if you go on them. Make us proud and pass on the strains we gave you! If you don't, we'll release the video of you begging to get pozzed." About a week and a half later I came down with the fuck flu. Pig Week had indeed made me into a proper pig! And there's videos of it all! If only guys knew that I was getting pozzed in those videos they're watching online… And the best part is I found out my strain is resistant to PrEP, so I can knock up Truvada Whores who think they're protected Gotta say, being poz is fun! I'm glad that guy stole my PrEP and made me embrace my destiny…

Chapter 6 - Virginity Lost His dick now soft, Adam finally rolled off of Brian and onto his back next to him. Laying in that bed, his own cum smeared all over his chest and stomach, while Adam’s toxic seed was beginning to seep out of newly destroyed asshole, Brian appeared still, but his mind was racing in a million different directions at one time. The two primary emotions fighting for space in his head were pride and fear. At first, fear took over. Even though he had, in the moment, decided to go with it as Adam made clear he was going to cum in him, whether he liked it or not, Brian had not come to that house having made a decision to get pozzed. He had, of course, only agreed to it after learning that it was unlikely he’d get infected… if the other guy was undetectable, which Brian had just assumed he was. His mind quickly darted to his parents and what they’d do he told them he had HIV. Being gay was one thing, and he wasn’t ashamed of it, because he now knew it was who he was. But getting pozzed was something he did; this one was a choice. And it was definitely going to he harder to explain. Brian also thought about Jake in that moment. He hadn’t quite realized yet how much he was longing to be with him. Ever since that first night where he jerked off to the thought of his classmate, Brian found himself more and more taken by him. And, Jake didn’t have a girlfriend, something Brian was keeping close tabs on. Obviously that didn’t really mean anything, but for a high school senior as hot as Jake not to be the subject of at least some girl-related drama was stoking Brian’s suspicions that maybe he too was gay, and maybe it could actually happen. But now, Brian felt that getting pozzed might mean he just lost Jake too. After catching his breath for a few minutes and fighting the whirlwind of emotions, Brian sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, not sure what he was doing or where he was going. So, he put his head in his hands, and he could feel he was starting to cry, not for any particular reason, but all of those conflicting emotions were just trickling out now as tears. His crying was soft, and Adam probably didn’t even notice, but he did see Brian with his head down. He rolled over closer to him, ran his hand slowly down his spine, and asked “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t know” “You said thanks…” “I know…I…I don’t know” Adam may have just finished doing a pretty shitty thing to this virgin twink who was just starting to get his gay legs under him, but he wasn’t a sadistic person necessarily. He knew Brian thought he wasn’t going to get pozzed, but Adam loved gifting, had been off meds for about a month, and had decided he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to poz a high school virgin. So, while he didn’t regret what he had done, he wanted Brian to feel good about it. “Why don’t you hop in the shower and clean up?” he offered. Brian wasn’t sure if Adam planned to join him in the shower, or if he planned to kick him out after he cleaned his cum off of him, but he didn’t have enough space in his head to figure it out, so he let out a week “okay” and picked himself off the bed. Adam marveled at what he could see in front of him. Brian’s still semi-hard cock hanging off his thin body that was glistening with cum and sweat. As Brian stood still for a moment after getting up, clearly realizing his ass hurt, he could see some of his cum starting to flow out of his used hole. It was a shame, but he could sense he needed to give the boy some space. Brian winced as he started making his way towards the bathroom. He had dreamed so much about the feeling of a cock inside him that walking around with a recently opened hole, reminding him that he had finally accomplished that goal, was actually making him feel better. And, he was getting to experience was it felt like to have cum drip down his legs, one of the things he always thought was particularly hot when he read about it. For a mostly smooth twink, his legs were the only part of his body with a bit of soft fuzzy hair, and he could feel his balls stirring as Adam’s cum slowly rolled down the inside of them. By the time he was in the hot shower, he was feeling better. He was still shaking, though it was different now than it was as he was driving over. He was consciously nervous about the consequences of what he had just done, but even just the walk to the bathroom and now the rinsing of his cum off of himself in another man’s shower was kicking his teenage lust back in to gear, and that second emotion, pride, began to gain the upper hand in his mind. He felt hot. Really hot, and proud of himself. He was a shy 18 year old, and yet he had driven in to Boston to meet up with a 52 year old who he let take his virginity. HE had done that. It wasn’t done to him; Brian had made the choice to have sex, to lose his virginity, to make the questionable decisions in pursuit of cock. He felt how he had wanted to feel- that if tomorrow wasn’t Saturday, he would would stride in to school the next morning smirking, with a particular swagger, knowing he had done something sexier than anyone else in school probably ever had, even if he was never going to tell them about it. Quickly enough, his cock began to stir again, and while the feelings of guilt and nervousness didn’t go away, they were firmly in the passenger seat now. He got out of the shower, dried himself off, and opened the door back into Adam’s master bedroom to find he wasn’t there. He could hear commotion in the kitchen. He initially went to pick up his clothes, but then he figured he didn’t really need them, and he walked out to the rest of the house to find Adam, who was sitting in his gym shorts at the kitchen island. “Hey kid” Adam said cheerfully. Brian chuckled, “hey old man.” “Rude.” Adam replied playfully. “I’m kinda surprised you haven’t run out of here yet.” “I’m kinda surprised too.” “How you feel?” “Umm, kinda hard to say. Like, I’ve never felt sexier, but I still can’t believe you pozzed me.” Adam smirked. Again, while he wanted Brian to feel good, he didn’t feel bad about what he’d done, at all. “That might be why you feel so sexy.” “Maybe, but obviously I’m a little concerned.” “Don’t worry about it now. Plus, you did your research, you know it won’t kill you. Here, want a beer?” Adam had already started in on a Sam Adams when Brian was in the shower, and he went to open the fridge to get the boy one. “Thanks, but I don’t like beer.” “Hah, you’re such a teenager. I’m gonna guess you haven’t drank enough to learn to like it yet.” “But I’ll take a shot of that Absolut” “Ooh, like the hard stuff huh?” “Not really, just know I can get it down quick and it calms my nerves.” Adam poured Brian a couple fingers worth into a rocks glass and slid it over to him. He quickly picked up the glass and downed it. There was a little more than he had expected in the glass, so he coughed a bit, but managed to mostly get it down without looking too much like a child. “Take another” Adam said as he poured more vodka into the glass, and Brian repeated the same motion. Being the shy kid he was, Brian hadn’t ever really drank much before. He got drunk once with a couple friends while playing dungeons and dragons, and had snuck a couple shots at home a few time to rebel or relax, but he still didn’t have any tolerance for alcohol. So those two quick drinks went to his head, fast. He turned around to look at the TV as laughter caught his attention. Adam had never turned the TV off. James Corden had replaced Colbert, and he was doing a carpool karaoke with Tom Holland, who Brian had a major crush on. As the vodka started to work its magic, he stood and watched the two Brits being ridiculous for a moment before walking the short distance from the kitchen into Adam’s living room. He then leaned over the back of the sofa, legs crossed with one foot on top of the other and ass out, as he watched. Adam’s face lit up with a big smile. He could not resist Brian’s exposed ass now. He had been trying to give him space, but as Brian swayedwith the music while bent over the couch, Adam’s cock hardened again in a hurry. Even he was impressed that he had rebounded that quickly, so he hopped up and walked over behind Brian, dropping his shorts along the way. He grabbed Brian’s hips, telling him “you can’t just lean over like that and not expect me to fuck you again.” “What makes you think I didn’t expect it?” Brian replied. He turned back for a moment to look at Adam with a wicked smile across his face. The vodka was really kicking in now, and Brian’s inhibitions were gone. He wanted it again, and he uncrossed his legs and stuck out his ass as an invitation. Adam didn’t waste any time. His cock finished hardening instantly when he rubbed it against Brian’s soft skin, and this time using his own cum as lube, drove it into Brian’s asshole balls deep in one swift lunge. Brian yelled loudly in pain as he was invaded by Adam’s poz cock again, this time without any pretense of letting him get used to it. Adam’s couch had a low back, so it was perfect for pushing Brian down by his back in to an almost 90 degree angle and beginning to jackhammer him with his 8 inch cock. As opposed to the first time, in a bed, looking each other in the eyes, being asked if he was ready, Brian really felt now like he was just getting used as a fuck toy. He basically had no leverage, bent over as he was, and he was clearly impaired already by the vodka, so he just closed his eyes and gave himself over Adam’s ruthless pounding. There was no headboard this time to slam in to the wall, but Brian’s yelps each time Adam drove into him were probably making just as much noise. He was loving feeling this way, powerless. Adam fucked Brian ruthlessly over his couch, working up a sweat as he held Brian down and slid his cock in and out. Eventually he was tired of being bent over the boy, so he pulled out for a moment and pulled Brian up. He continued to hold him by the waist and directed him up against the wall. This was one of Adam’s favorites. He put his arm around Brian’s upper chest and bent him back he drove into his ass again, Brian’s minuscule triceps flexing as he pushed against the wall so that he wouldn’t get thrown into it. “You ready for another poz load in you kid?” Brian was silent, continuing the guttural noises of being fucked as Adam drilled in to him again and again. He could feel his asshole getting forced open even more in this new angle, and it was driving him crazy with both pain and pleasure, though this time was far more on the pleasurable side than the first fuck. Adam didn’t say anything after that. They just continued fucking up against the wall without words until Adam, with no notice, shoved his cock so far into Brian that he basically picked him up off the ground, releasing more forceful ropes of poz cum deep into the high school senior’s tight ass. When he pulled out, Brian fell to the ground on his hands and knees. His legs were weak from the hard fucking, and he felt Adam’s cum leaking out of him even more this time. He stayed down, panting, trying to catch his breath, until Adam scooped him by the armpits and walked him over to the couch, falling down onto the cushions and allowing Brian to fall on to him. Adam held him there, his thoroughly used former virgin boy, cum dripping out of him, as they watched the rest of the Late Late Show and both dozed off, thoroughly spent. ***** Brian woke up in a pitch black living room. There must have been a timer on the lights and TV. He craned his neck to look back into the kitchen to see the time on the stove: 3:45am. The vodka had worn off by now, as had the lust. Now, on this couch in the dark, he felt scared again. His mind went from asleep to racing, again questioning why the hell he just let that happen. He had shifted off of Adam as they slept, so he quietly got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes. He slid on his boxers and his sneakers, and didn’t even bother with the rest of his clothes; he just picked them up in ball and quietly exited the house and went to his car. He started making his way home, but he could barely keep his thoughts on the road. He pulled over into a strip mall parking lot, turned off the car, and took a deep breath. He had just spent the night getting fucked. By a man. An HIV positive man. Not once, but twice. He loved it, but he hated himself for loving it. He was still turned on, but he was also still scared. Sitting in his car, in the dark, his cock started tingling again. He pulled his boxers off over his sneakers, took it out and started jerking off, basically naked in this strange parking lot lit up yellow by old street lights. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this there, but what the hell, he had just done something even “worse”. He got his 7.5 inch cut cock nice and hard and thought back to himself begging Adam to poz him, jerking furiously, until he grunted, thrust his hips up off the seat, and sprayed five big ropes of cum up on to his chest, some even landing on his shoulders. He wondered if the cum all over him was toxic. He kept his boxers off, turned the Jeep back on, and drove home, naked and covered in cum.

I stopped by the ABS yesterday (Friday) afternoon and went back to the video booths, I entered an empty booth and shut the door but didn't lock it. #1 - I barely had time to put my money into the video player when the door opens and a nice looking 20 something looks at me, then he shut the door and walked down the hall. I settled on the vid that I wanted to watch, fished my cock out and started to slowly stroke it. The door opens again my 20 something is back, he comes in and shuts the door. He drops his pants and nods down towards his nice cut cock. You don't need to tell me twice, right away I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I was sucking that cock with passion making sure that I didn't slow my pace. He didn't even last one minute (for real), I felt his cock getting even stiffer than it was then the first spurt hit the back of my throat. He started to pull away but I reached up and grabbed his ass pulling him deeper into me. I felt four more spurts hit my tongue, I released my hold on his ass and let him pull back. His final spurt landed on my nose and lips. I swallowed, smiled at him and walked out of the booth. #2 - I go into another booth, lock the door and feed a $5 bill into the machine. No sooner do I sit down and a cock is being pushed through the gloryhole in the booth. He had a long really thick cut cock. Naturally I went to work on him keeping my lips tightly wrapped around his pole and sucking for all I was worth. He lasted a whole two minutes before he blasted me with seven strong spurts of hot cum which I swallowed right away like any good slut would. He said Jesus Man!, got up and left his booth. #3 - The door to the booth next to me shuts and I realize that there's another guy in there now, I look through the hole and can see a chubby good looking guy, he drops pants and puts his cock in the gloryhole. His cock is kind of short but very thick, I start to suck it but only about 1/4 of it is sticking through the wall so I just concentrate on sucking the head of it and swirling my tongue around the head. That went on for a minute or so and then he pulls it back out of the hole. He whispers to me "I want to fuck you" and I say the only thing that I can "OK". I unlock my door and he comes over to my booth, shutting the door behind him. I bend over the chair inside the booth and he gets behind me. He smears some lube (I think) on my ass and puts a finger inside me. He holds my ass cheeks apart and I feel the head of his cock pushing through my ass ring. He stopped there for a second and grabs my waist he forces his fat cock inside of me and starts thrusting in and out. After a little over five minutes of my ass receiving a steady beating, he tells me that he's getting close. I just whisper back to him "Oh Fuck Yes" and he takes that as his clue that I don't want him to pull out. He pulls himself tightly inside of me and stands still for around 30 seconds, then he pulls out of me, rubs my ass and says thanks. We both put our pants back on and leave the ABS. All in all, a good day!! 3 loads in under 20 minutes.

Been a long time reader, but first time poster. This story so inspired me, I got this tattoo yesterday.

I met this hot 6ft tall black guy on Grindr today, he sent me pics of his thick 9” cock and I knew I had to have it. I cleaned up and headed over to his place. We got undressed and I started blowing him on the bed feeling his thick meat grow in my mouth till I started gagging from the length. He then put me on my back, lubed up and slid inside me. It felt amazing, he then fucked me in every position imaginable for the next 2 hours. He said he took a long time to cum but I wasn’t complaining. We finally finished with me bent over the bed and him pounding away at my hole till he shot a huge load balls deep inside me. I might just have to make this a weekly thing.

2003 You pay the price for being too cautious. By the time I realized I was gay (first year of college), it was already widely known that HIV was transferred via sharing bodily fluids. Some activities were safer than others, but I avoided them all. I never did anything with anyone. I had plenty of gay friends because I was in art school, but none of them were abstinent. They went out and experimented in bars and parks, while I stayed home and drew in my sketchbook with reruns of "Bosom Buddies" on TV. Everybody told me I was wasting my youth, but at least I knew I was healthy. I graduated and moved to a semi-large city where the gay life was a little more active. Or so I'd heard....I stayed celibate and careful. I once hooked up with a nice-looking gay man who loved in my apartment building. I was so nervous and afraid of the encounter that I ruined the evening. I wouldn't even kiss him on the mouth. "What's the problem?", he finally asked. I told him I didn't want his spit in my mouth. "Are you serious?" He couldn't believe it. I told him my fears and he told me in no uncertain terms that I would someday overcome my fears but it'd be too late. I'd be too old for anyone to want. That hurt. But he was probably right. My 30th birthday had just passed and the 40's were on their way. I had a few gray hairs already. I'd spent so much energy trying not to die that I'd forgotten to live. Maybe it was time to change. I remember from high school algebra class that every equation has two separate sides that are opposite each other. Somehow I moved over to the other side and felt a switch click on in my brain. I'd get on my desktop computer and Google thongs like "how to get AIDS", "the joys of being HIV positive" and "Find local poz guys". I went through a lot of links and learned terms like 'bug-chaser', 'gift-give', 'breeding' and 'conversion'. I saw videos of skinny tattooed men fucking young, pretty studs with no condom. I read tons of stories about how much guys liked that they had been pozzed or about how they pozzed someone else. By the time I was 33, I was exploring this dark world nightly and getting painful boners. One of my favorite sites (now inactive) had photos, stories, essays and personal ads. The personal ads were split into two sections. The guys who wanted to be infected had ads under the caption "Please Give Me Your Gift, Sir" and the poz guys who wanted to infect negative men were under the caption "Accept My Gift, Buddy". Those four words were so fucking hot that just typing them now made me stiff. Unfortunately, there were no gift-givers in my general location. I checked night after night until a new one appeared that was from a giver right here in my town! The ad read: READY TO DIE? GWM, 38, 6'3, solid build, divorced. I've got the bug and want to give it to you. No-strings fucks only. Well of course I answered. I described myself and left my email address and phone number. And waited. On Saturday morning, my phone rang. "Hello?" "Yeah. You relied to my ad. Just called to say 'key'". "I'm so glad you did (was I really?). Great ad, by the way. I bet you had tons of replies." "Nope. Just you. That website is kind of obscure, but I also put it on some popular ones and you're still the only one who answered. One's all I needed, though. I need to give this gift to someone soon. " "Where are you?" "Well, since the divorce,I've been living in one of those motel rooms you rent by the week. It sucks, but I'm used to it now. I work as a bartender in a straight bar near the River district. I'll be there tonight but I won't be able to leave until 3 AM. Think you can come by and at least say 'hi'? The place is called "Beats". It might be busy or it might be dead. There's no telling." "I know where that is. I'll be there." "How will I know you? Wear something I'll recognize." "I'll be in jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt. My name is Will." "Cool. I'm Art. The other bartender is a chick -- so you'll know which one I am. Be there by 10, OK?" "See you then." click So there it was. I was further along into a quest that I never imagined I'd be on. It was still early, so I went back to bed. Sleep was impossible of course, but the possibilities and fantasies about what could happen put me into a waking trance of lust and a little fear. I took a long shower and shaved my face carefully. I'd managed to cut my chin several times with the razor. Nerves. I brushed my teeth way too vigorously because I remembered doing that caused bleeding of the gums and I wanted to expose tiny wounds in my mouth. I wanted all portals open to the gift. I got dressed and thought of putting on some cologne, but didn't. This wasn't a date I was going out to be fucked, not seduced. I was ready to die. By 9 PM, I couldn't take the waiting anymore. I left and made the short drive to where Art was waiting. "Beats" catered to young hetero people, but there were lots of more 'happening' clubs opening along the River District. I knew it wouldn't be crowded and it wasn't. I parked right up front and walked right in. Yep -- totally dead. The music wasn't even loud. I walked up to the bar and saw the lady bartender flirting with a punker-looking guy with tattoos and piercings. They were on the verge of a lip lock when I sat down. She seemed annoyed and asked me what I needed. "Um...is Art here?" "In the back. He'll be out in a minute." She resumed her conversation with the punker. Just then, a large guy walked in from the storage room. He looked so different than what I'd pictured. He was kind of cute in a goofy way. He was big and reminded me on a puppy whose paws were too big for its body. His expression was clear and open -- like he was waiting for a question. Nice. I liked him immediately. The girl waved her manicured hand in my direction. "You got a visitor here." He put down the crate of freshly-clean glasses and looked at me. "Will?" ""Hi, Art." "Hi!" He seemed to approve of my appearance. Possibly, a little surprised. He was every inch if 6'3" and wearing one of those long underwear shirts beneath a T-shirt. Manly, casual. He sure as hell wasn't dressed to impress, but I still was. Maybe he noticed the admiration in my eyes. "I'm taking my break now, Rima. Go see if anybody at the tables needs anything." She pouted a little and moved off to do a job she obviously hated. "Come sit down at the end of the bar. I'll get us a couple of shots." I moved down to where he was stacking glasses somewhere below where I could see. He dried his hands and came out to sit next to me. He seemed to bounce as he walked. He had a jumpiness I could relate to. He produced a few shot glasses filled with red liquid. "It's Hot Damn, 150 proof. Careful. Go slow." The punker left without leaving so much as a quarter tip. Poor Rima. She came back to the bar and got a rag to wipe up all the empty tables that people were leaving. It was getting desolate in here. "She's in a bad mood. The owner told us tonight that we're shutting down at the end of the month. I saw it coming. She didn't." "Just leave and find another shitty bar job. I've never been unemployed for more than a week," He got up, walked behind the bar and turned the music almost all the way down. He brought back two cold bottles of beers. "Let's go sit at a table." We sat at one in a dark corner. Nobody was left. "Let's drink up some free beer and then leave. I'm quitting now." SO we drank beer after beer and he talked out loud about what he had to do next. He'd call a few guys and probably start a new job by Monday. The light was low, but I could still see that open, inquisitive expression he had. I waited for a question. None came, so I asked one. "When did you get divorced?" "Oh God. It was over a year ago. She found out about how much fucking around I was doing. I'd given her a couple of disease, but not HIV. She was so pissed. I went to the clinic and found out I had the whole alphabet of STDS. " "Why did you cheat on her?" "Occupational hazard, I guess. Girls dig bartenders and I didn't resist any offers. Plus, my wife never loved me. We were trying to start a family, but she'd abort any baby I'd plant in her. I wanted a kid...and now I guess I'll never have one." "Why do you want to poz someone?" "Shit, Will. I was so drunk when I composed that ad. I was acting on pure impulse." "Oh." "Why the fuck do you want my poz seed?" I explained my strange journey here and he nodded, "You want a smoke? I need one.". He left, unlocked the cigarette vending machine and pulled out multiple packs of various brands. "Still want to let me do this to you?", he asked. I nodded as I opened the the second beer. "Well, I want to, Will." "Tonight?" "Why not? I'm ready to just walk out of here. My rented place is in The Dunham Inn right up the street. The building and hallways are a little scary, but my place is pretty nice and the locks are secure. I'll steal a bottle of something and we can go do it. Leave your car here and I'll bring you back in the morning. Ready?" I was. "I'm feeling weird now." "Why?" "I wasn't expecting anyone like you?" He paused. "I thought this was going to be a simple fuck...just me putting a load of death into some random dude's ass. I wanted no attachment -- just release and satisfaction. I thought it be no problem." "it's still no problem. I want to accept your gift. It would be an honor, Will." "OK. Good. Keep talking to me like that." Right then we arrived at his "motel". The building was as scary as promised. Blinking neon and assorted lowlifes hanging around outside. "Stick close to me. I'm big enough to scare most of them." His room was not so bad. A big bed and a TV that had been left on. He turned it off and starting stripping off his clothes. He flopped back on top of the bed in his jockey shorts. "Join me, Will." I got undressed and lied right next to him. "Keep talking like you were before." "I've told you everything. I want that lethal cock and that lethal load inside of me. Talk to me now." He pulled down his underwear and started stroking his big red dick. "This cock of mine is pure death. It will kill you and you have to promise me you really want it." I was out of talk. I got between his big thighs and started kissing his deadly organ. It got hard so fast. I grasped it at the base and studied it. It was pulsing with his heartbeat. It wasn't death. It was as alive as his heart or brain. Human and healthy. I kissed his balls which made him moan a little. I made slow work of worshipping his shaft. My sucking skills were untested, but I went for it. He arched his back and bucked back and forth into my mouth. He rolled over and pushed my legs apart with his hips. "We need to do this now." "I'm ready." "Are you" Are you really ready to die?" "DO IT!" He plunged into my hole. It was impossibly painful, but my hormones and adrenaline were cranked so high, that I didn't cry out or resist. He got it all the way in and let me get used to it. Then he pumped and found a pace he liked. He bucked faster and started mumbling. "I am giving you this shit in my body. It'll be your shit next. Our shit. Ohhhhh. I'm cumming!" And then this mission had complete. We both had what we wanted now. We fell asleep in each others' arms.

My married buddy showed up at my door last night. He only cums to see me when he needs a blowjob. I always take care of him but as soon as he cums in my mouth he bolts for the door. Last night I took it a bit further. I gave him a beer hoping it would relax him. It did. I could eee he was hard so I took him to my bedroom. I undressed - he’d never seen me nked before and it ws a risk he’d leave. He didn’t, he needed to cum. I undressed him which was the first time I’d seen him naked. We stood facing each other with our erections almost touching. I put my hand round his cock and told him "buddy I’m gunna suck you dry but first let me pleasure you” I got him to lie on my bed on his back, I licked his balls and took his cock in my mouth - he was loving it. Then I raised his legs and licked behind his balls, further and further until my tongue was in his ass. He tried to say “don’t do that’ but his body and moans gave him away. For the first time I was young fucking this stud's asshole. Fuck he tasted good. After I’d licked his ass for a while, I lay on my belly and told him to climb on my back and shove his cock in my ass. He did mount me and I felt his hard cock between my cheeks and he pressed his helmet on my hole but he stopped and got off. He said he wsn’t ready. I said ok, but when you are it will be the best fuck you’ve ever had. I got my mouth back on his cock and sucked him balls deep. He shot hard and emptied his nuts in my mouth. I thanked hi for his load and told him he’s a fucking stud. Unusually he didn't make a run for the door but stayed naked in my bed chatting. I told him I will always be there for him whenever he needs a blowjob but he should really fuck my ass. I’ve got a big beefy ass and he can fuck me as hard as he wants. He stayed so long that he was hard again, I persuaded him to touch my ass and get a good look at my hole - I said - “see how tight it is - you will love it round your cock” He wasn't put off and touched my asshole and butt for a few minutes but he was ready to cum again so I blew him a second time. I told him I Only wanted to serve him and he should cum over more often. I will always be available to take care of his needs unlike (I guess his wife). He got dressed except for his tight black trunks. I asked him if I could keep them,. He said yes and asked why. I told him they smelled good and sweaty and I was gunna sniff them while I jerk off after he left - he seemed flattered. I told him to cum back soon and fuck my ass or at least get your cock sucked. I hope my next post about him will be about how he fucked and loaded my ass.

wow, look at that master pump his seed in that hole!

Today was the first time I saw it, I must admit. I was quite surprised to see it. However, there is emerging evidence that the Oxford jab does prevent around 67% of transmissions, so we’ll see.

A very well-thought policy. Thank you, rawTOP. 👍

I think it is a good idea. May be a clue they're really looking to meet rather than make their keyboard sticky.

I just watched clips of that. Hard pass. Dudes are going through the motions for a check, looking like some random WeHo dudes. Seriously lacking energy I think TIM is done. They are going to have to get away from the actors and go back to the real “streets.” Seedy motels, real cruising, backwoods, back alleys. All these dudes look like they are from West Hollywood, Castro or NYC. They need Guys who will fuck, breed and feltch for damn near free. Hell, even may have to grab a couple of sketch dudes.

I just love MEN, so any cock I will service and finish off the guy, does not matter on size, I will suck. I also love it when they have big balls that come through that I can play with, all men have cocks, I have a mouth to use. I remember a bloke in NYC ABS, think it was Blue something, anyway this small cock came through, I gladly sucked it to completion and pulled on his beautiful balls. We came out of the booths at the same and looked at each other, he was a hunk, tall guy, beard, blue eyes, he smiled. Anyway, we got to talking in the store, he asked if I fancied a drink, no pressure, I wanted to and did. Having a drink, chatting, he mentioned his dick size and asked what I thought about it, confused look on my face. He told me that the amount of times, the partian hole is closed, or he is pushed away, even slapped at, when he presents his cock for sucking has happened alot. I really felt for him, to be insulted and disrespected by a faceless stranger must have an effect on him or other people. Anyway, I met him the next day arranged, he was so handsome and attentive,great kisser, awesome body. had a great time, he came back to my hotel room later, we had sex, he took his time, had confidence and fucked me a few times that night and although it was not deep fucking, he hit the spot of enjoyment and his balls slapping against me.

I love fucking blindfolded/hooded cumdumps just cause I know he is a total fucking whore. lt takes a special level of faggot to be so cockhungry that you will let absolutely ANYONE fuck you up the ass bareback. Even more so if you don't even want to see who is fucking you, so you know he is trashy as fuck, probably loaded with cum, and nicely used. So easy, prelubed with warm jizz, no questions asked and no effort to fuck. I like the blindfold better than the sling sometimes cause the tops can see who the slut is but he doesn't have any idea who we are. But sometimes I like the hood cause it reminds the bottom that we don't give a fuck who he is or what he looks like. Next best thing to using some faggots hole through a glory hole

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HIV positive on meds and undetectable for 12 years... FYI if you use the word "clean" to describe your hiv status you're a douchebag ... I may be a pig but I am sure as fuck not "dirty"

I have been poz since I was 19. Over 20 years now.

Look, if you aren't into this story then just don't read it. There are plenty of other ones on the site. I have been asked by multiple people to continue the story so I will, but if it isn't your cup of tea, just ignore it. It's real simple. Chapter Six I stopped kissing Jack, I mean I stopped licking my protein out of his mouth and fell back onto the rug. My whole body was covered in sweat and I could feel Jack's cum drip out of my ass. For some reason I was still in overdrive, something I guess I should have explained earlier. See, people think it's cool and all having a big dick, but it has its downside too. When I got horny, I mean ready to just fuck, I got lightheaded and everything just got...blurry. It was a lot like being drunk except I kind went nuts to get myself off. I really wasn't aware until freshmen year, when Jack and me started to really jerk off heavily. We both didn't have girlfriends and until we got more known playing baseball, we kind of relied on ourselves to get off. We jerked off together, a lot. He loved seeing my dick erupt and I liked him watching me. But when I got into it, I mean really into it, I noticed that a lot of things came to my mind. Jack's dick looking nice, the way he leaked constantly and the curiosity of what he tasted like, a lot of gay shit. Up until now, it had just been thoughts and they passed as soon as I came. But here I was, covered in my own cum and still fucking blurry and wanting more. “How you feeling?” Mr. Blackthorn said, moving over me. I just looked up and grinned. “Here, drink this,” he said handing me a bottle of water, “That stuff can dry you out.” Didn't know or care what he was talking about, but I did down the fucking water in one go. “You still horny?” he asked as I tossed it aside. I gave him another grin and he opened my legs with his own. Again, part of my mind screamed for me to get up, to fucking get out of here as quickly as possible. But as he reached down and fingered my cummy hole, I told the voice to shut up and spread my legs even wider. “You want this?” I nodded, my dick already responding to the thought of his cock. He moved and his thick cock pushed into my hole, proving that he was indeed much bigger than Jack. Like with Jack though, the pain was pleasure into itself. The tingly feeling I was experiencing was all over my body but as his dick slid into my it was so much better than Jack's dick. It was thick, really thick, and the walls of my ass expanded to fit it, I gasped as the head popped into my super tight hole and began to push in. It was like I was outside my body, seeing my long, muscular legs being held apart by his arms, the way he grinned at me as I responded to every inch of him entering me. I relaxed myself again, realizing I was doing it automatically without a thought. “God you're tight,” he older man said as his dick went deeper and deeper. I whined as I felt him touch areas inside of me no one had before. As he slid past that spot in me I cried out, bucking my hips back onto him. “There...right there...” I gasped. He stopped, held my ankles tight and then pulled out slightly, his head moving over the spot again, making my dick burp up another glob of precum. “Is that your spot boy?” he asked stopping and pushing in again. A whimper escaped my lips as I felt my cock twitch again and my whole body want more. “Look at this cock,” he said, letting my legs rest on his shoulders and grabbing my dick with one hand, “Look at this magnificent cock...” His fingers gripped around it, not quite touching because of my girth. As he pushed into me he slowly stroked my member, making me cry out loud in fucking joy. “Sir...that's it sir....right there...” “You have to ask yourself Everett,” he said, still slowly pulling on my dick, “Why did god give you such a dick...” He let go and slammed his cock all the way into me, “When you have such a perfect pussy!” My eyes flew open and a squeak escaped my lips as I felt him bottom out in me, causing flashes of light to appear before me. “Such a fuckable little pussy...” he said pulling nearly all the way out and then slamming me again. There were no words, no fucking thought, all I knew was his cock was my world and I needed more of it, all of it. Everything. “Why boy, why do you need it?” If he was asking me I couldn't answer, I could barely catch my breath as each thrust stunned me into submission again, making me realize how badly I wanted more. “This pussy...” he said with a trust, “This perfect, tight...” thrust, “Wet little jock pussy. Right Everett, that's what you have?” My inside voice screamed no but my mouth just panted, “Yes sir, harder, harder...” “Harder what boy?” 'Fuck me sir, fuck me harder...” I honestly had no idea what I was saying any more, the words kept falling out of my drooling lips. “Fuck your what boy? Come on, what do you want me to fuck?” My pride held on as log as it could, resisting the last bit of my masculinity...and that huge cock hit me three more times and I cried out, “My pussy sir....fuck my pussy hard! Harder!!” An evil grin spread across the teacher's face as he folded me and half and just wet to down on my ass. Each push left me breathless, and another spurt of hot precum splatted on my face. Within a minute my whole face was covered in more cock snot hit my face, my tongue darting out trying to catch as much as I could. He stopped, and got off of me suddenly. My ass spasmed and I actually cried out at the feeling of emptiness. I was so close, so close to cumming again. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please sir...my pussy...” I begged. He sat back and spread his legs. “Come over here and sit on my cock son.” I scrambled over and pushed myself onto his towering dick. He didn't make one move as I began to ride his cock as hard as I could. My dick spit precum over both of our abs and I looped my legs under his knees to get more traction. “What are you doing Everett?” Jack asked me, as if from far away, “Fucking myself...must fuck...” I muttered. “What are you fucking?” “My pussy...fuck my pussy...” “Look up Everett,” Jack ordered. I looked up and saw his phone pointing at me, “Smile and say it again. I gave the phone a fucking goofy ass grin, and said with a smile, “I'm fucking my pussy...fucking my tight jock pussy...” I had to stop to wipe the drool going down my chin. “Perfect.” Jack said, continuing filming. “You ready to get bred boy?” Mr. Blackthorn asked. “Fuck my pussy...” I kept muttering. “You gonna have my babies? You want my babies boy?” For some reason I just nodded and he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down as he thrust up. Without thought I screamed, “Breed me! Fucking breed my pussy!” “You like that son? You like your daddy fucking you?” Another slight pause in my head but my mouth had no hesitation, “Fuck me daddy, fuck your boy. Make me cum...” “You like your daddy up in your jock pussy?” “Breed me dad, breed me harder...” I was slamming myself down as hard as I could, I couldn't tell it if it was sweat or precum flying between us. He kept slamming me down and with a growl he said, “Here it comes son, your daddy is going to cum in your pussy!” “Daddy! Daddy! Come in your boy...cum in your boy's pussy...” I felt his head pulse and my own cock exploded. Cum hit the bottom of my chin first and then exploded over both our faces, I could feel the warmth in me as he flooded my ass....my pussy with his cum. I clenched my ass, wanting to keep as much in my as possible. As I came I just kept repeating, “Daddy, daddy...fuck me daddy...” As the last spurt left my cock I felt my head go light and my eyes rolled back into my head. I don't know what happened after that.

Chapter Five Jack caught a ride with me to Blackthorn's house. “You really think he can get my grades up?” I asked him. “Depends, I mean you're pretty behind. But I bet he'll find something you can do to earn the grade.” “Sheesh I hope so, if I lose my scholarship I don't know what I'd do.” “Go into porn?” “Huh?” “Nothing, just listen to what he has to say.” We pulled up to his house and I grabbed my backpack, “Did you bring your books?” Jack shook his head, “Nah, I'll just follow along.” As we approached the door it opened and Blackthorn was standing there looking buff as shit. He had on a tight black t-shirt that really showed his chest off and a pair of workout shorts that might have been old because they were pretty tight on him. He started to smile and then looked at Jack, “Um, this was a private lesson Palmer.” Before I could say anything Jack spoke up, “It's ok Mr. Blackthorn, I figured out what you were going to teach him and I'd like to help.” Blackthorn raised an eyebrow. “He told me about the private lesson you gave him earlier, and I thought if you were going to go into a full lesson, you might need help.” He cocked his head and he gave Jack a small smile, “Have you been giving him lessons as well?” “Well sir I've been trying, but I think he's finally ready to learn.” “Well then come in boys, we have no time to waste.” His house was pretty swag, I mean you could tell he was a bachelor. He must have not bought light bulbs because this room was fucking dark, I had no idea how we were going to study. There was a large blanket on the floor and pillows all around. “Sit, you guys drink?” Jack laughed, “Does a fish swim?” “Excellent, let me grab some wine, take your shoes off and relax.” Jack shucked his off quickly so I followed suit. “Dude, he might have forgotten I was coming by, this place looks like it's setup for a date or something.” Jack leaned back on a stack of pillows, “Maybe, but he's willing to teach so relax man.” I sat down and started grabbing my book out of my backpack. “Nope,” Mr. Blackthorn said coming out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine and some glasses, “You aren't ready for a book yet Palmer, we need to go back to basics.” Man I was too stupid to even use the book? That sucks. Blackthorn sat down and poured us all a huge glass of wine. “Um, I don't really drink all that much,” I said looking at my wine. And it was true, I got stupid when I was drunk, a fact I learned in high school a couple of times. Both times I had gotten drunk I woke up at a friend's house, buck naked feeling like I had ran a marathon the night before. The guys always just said I was fun when I was that way but I didn't like it. “A relaxed mind learns faster,” Blackthorn said, indicating I should drink. Sighing I brought the glass up to my mouth and started to chug it. It was sweet, I mean it had that nasty alcohol taste but I drank it all pretty quickly. They were both just staring at me open mouthed. “What?” I asked putting the glass down, “You said drink.” Jack and Blackthorn looked at each other and smiled. “Ok then, well that should help. What was the last thing you recall us studying?” I thought really hard, but I was already getting a little wobbly, “Um, the civil war I think?” “Everett, we're going over Watergate, that's a hundred years later. You haven't been paying attention at all?” “No sir,” I said sadly. Was it hot in here? “We should quiz him,” Jack offered, “You know test and see what he knows and doesn't.” Blackthorn just looked at Jack in confusion. “We're going to ask you some history questions, and you try to answer them as correctly as possible ok?” I nodded. “But I know you, you're just going to say you don't remember to most of them, so let's give you a reason to think.” I didn't understand what he just said and fought back giggling and just asked, “Huh?” “For every question you get wrong you have to take off a piece of clothing.” “What?” I said shocked, “No way I'm not stripping.” “Then think hard about your answers,” Jack suggested. I looked at Blackthorn for help but he just nodded, “I think it's a good idea. The pressure of not wanting to undress yourself should give you motivation to recall facts.” I did not want to do this but he was the teacher and I remembered what Jack said. Just do whatever Blackthorn tells me so I can pass. I nodded, “Sure ok.” “Great,” Blackthorn said, “Who was the president during the civil war?” “Um, penny guy...Lincoln!” “That's right,” he looked at Jack, you lose. Jack paused for a moment and then smile, “You got me.” He pulled his socks off. “Ok Jack, who were we fighting against in the war?” “The south,” Jack answered. That was was way easy. Blackthorn looked at me, “You lose.” I wasn't sure how I lost since I didn't get a question wrong but Jack did it so I took my socks off as well. “Everett, who was Lincoln's Secretary of War.” I just stared at Blackthorn. “During the war, who was the man in charge of most of it.” “Um...Lincoln's son?” “No, Edwin Stanton, your loss.” I had never heard that name before but the wine was really hitting me and I just pulled my shirt off. “Ok, you got me.” “Jack, where was Lincoln shot?” “Ford's theater,” he answered instantly. “Everett, your loss.” “Man...” I said looking at what I was wearing, “Um, all I have are my pants.” “You still have your underwear right?” Blackthorn asked. “Um, no I've been freeballing it all day.” Blackthorn shook his head, “Rules are rules.” Sighing I stood up and wobbled a little. Jack jumped up and steadied me. “Thanks man,” I said unbuttoning my jeans. “Here let me help,” he said doing it for me. I pulled them down and stepped out of them, I was torn. It felt so fucking good to be naked because I was too hot but I was also naked in front of two guys. I sat back down and put a pillow over my groin. “Well that was fast,” Blackthorn said, “What are we going to use to motivate him now?” Jack thought about it, “Ok how about we move to strip poker rules? Loser has to do what the winner tells him too.” Those were the rules. When we played strip poker whoever was naked and lost again had to do whatever the winning guy said. I had lost one hand and they made me jog around the school statue completely naked. I nodded, “Ok fine.” “Everett, who was the president of the Confederacy?” “The what?” “The Confederacy,” Blackthorn repeated, “Of the United States?” I was confused, “You mean Lincoln?” Jack laughed, “The Confederacy was the south dumbass.” I blushed, “Well I didn't know that!” “Ok Mr. Blackthorn, you won, your dare.” “OK Everett, you have to have another glass of wine.” I made a face but nodded. Blackthorn jumped up and left the room. “Dude, I'm naked!” Jack just shrugged, “You should have been paying more attention in class.” “I thought you were coming along to help me.” “Oh I'm helping, trust me.” Blackthorn came back and sat down, “Ok little bit of wine,” he poured, “And take this.” He held out his hand and a little purple pill. It looked like a Flintstones's vitamin. “What's this?” I asked taking it from him. “It helps you with hangovers, for the next morning.” “Oh cool,” I said popping in my mouth and chasing it down with the wine. “So where were we?” he asked. “The confederacy,” I answered, leaning back on the pillows. “Right, so do you remember when the civil war ended?” I thought about it for a moment, “Um, 1900's?” “1865,” he corrected me. “Uh oh,” I said suddenly laughing, “I missed again.” “Jack, your dare,” Blackthorn said. Jack looked at me, “Ok, I get to tickle you for a minute straight.” “No way!” I said, trying to sit up but it was too late. Jack pounced on me, throwing the pillow off my crotch and straddling my waist. “Please Jack don't...” I begged. He tore into my side and I lost it. I was super ticklish, a fact Jack has lorded over me for years. “Beg for mercy,” he said as I tried to block his hands. “Please Jack, please!” “You want me to pick something else?” I nodded almost crying, “Please, anything!” “Promise.” “I promise, I promise!!' He stopped and I laid there, trying to catch my breath. “Ok, so anything.” I nodded and he stood up. He unbuttoned his jeans and my eyes got wide. “Dude,” I whispered, “Not here!” He dropped his pants, standing over me in just his black jockstrap. “You said anything.” he said stepping out of his jeans. “A promise is a promise Mr. Everett.” Sighing I just nodded. He knelt back down, closer to my face, his crotch just over my head. “Lemme feel that tongue,” he said. God I couldn't believe this. Just like Jack to find something humiliating and make me do it in front of a teacher no less! Man I am going to get him back for this. I leaned my head up and licked his pouch, the musky smell wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He didn't move so I kept going, his dick slowly hardening. He reached down and moved his pouch aside, his balls were now exposed. Man, this is the worst! I licked the smooth underside of his balls and heard him moan. “There ya go Everett, this is what you get when you don't study.” He was right, if only I had paid more attention in class I wouldn't be in the mess. I kept licking, sucking one ball into my mouth and rolling it around in my mouth. He gasped and I went for the other one. I just wanted this to be over with, I was already dizzy from he wine and now I was losing focus. I licked around Jack's balls, for some reason their smoothness was fucking cool. I was obsessed with the way they felt, so smooth, warm...they were like candy almost. Jack scooted down, straddling my chest now. His dick was hard as fuck sticking out of his jock. He pushed the head of it down towards my mouth and I opened it slowly, like I was in a dream. I tasted his precum as he pushed into my mouth and the taste was insane! The feeling of his dick on my tongue was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I grabbed either side of his ass and pulled him deeper into me. “Yeah buddy, eat that cock.” There was something in the back of my mind saying this was all wrong but I didn't care. Everything was like explosions all over my body. The feeling of the blanket beneath me made me tingle, Jack's ass on my chest was warm and smooth...everything was like a turn on and I was about to lose control. “Roll him over,” Blackthorn told Jack. “Come on big guy.” he said getting up and sitting near my head, “Come and get it.” I rolled over and crawled towards his dick, the movement on my hands and knees was like tiny electrical shocks. I went back to sucking his dick, now fully going down on him, wanting to feel his head hit the back of my throat. “Yeah, you like that don't you buddy?” I nodded while I blew him, I liked it a lot right now. My legs were nudged apart and I could feel Blackthorn behind me, spreading them with outward. I was on all fours, head down in Jack's crotch, ass up and I just didn't care. I wanted to say this wasn't me but everything felt so fucking good I wanted it to be me all the time. I was so focused on Jack's dick that I didn't even notice Blackthorn's face near my ass. I didn't notice until his tongue licked my hole. If Jack hadn't been holding my head I would have jumped up screaming. Instead I just screamed around his dick as Blackthorn's warm tongue moved again and again around my hole. Now I was fully extended as I kept blowing Jack but pushing my ass back onto the teacher's tongue. “Yeah that's it buddy,” Jack said stoking my hair, “Back up into that, come on, show him you want it.” As it darted into my tight hole for a moment I blacked out a little it felt so good. I came off of Jack's dick and screamed, “Please sir, do it some more.” Blackthorn's hands grabbed my ass and he plunged his face into my ass hard. His tongue speared into me and I actually squealed as I put my head on the ground and stuck my ass up higher. “Tell him champ, tell him how it feels.” “Oh sir it feels soooo good! Like that, deeper, harder...sir please harder.” His hands pulled my cheeks apart even more and his tongue went deeper, causing me to just scream in pleasure. I couldn't form words as he forced it in and out again and again, each time it going just a tiny bit farther than before. I was pushing back as hard as I could to meet his movement, I wanted that in me, I needed it...I wanted more. “More sir, more...” “Does it feel good?” Jack asked grabbing my chin and making him look at me. I looked up with a big goofy grin on my face, slobber running down my chin. All I could do was nod. “You want more?” Another nod. “You want it deeper?” Several nods. “Ok,” Jack said to Blackthorn, “Switch.” Jack got up and I watched his dick bob away with regret. But it was ok cause Blackthorn sat down and his dick was right there. Now he had a man's cock, thick, strong, not as long as me but it was a solid cock, like my dad had. “Come on Everett, it's ok.” he said pushing my head down towards it. I closed my eyes and began sucking the man's cock, his taste was completely different and the second I tasted it I wanted more. His hands were entwined in my hair and as I bobbed up and down he was massaging my scalp, making my entire head tingle in pleasure. Jack's tongue pushed into me and I whimpered again around Blackthorn's beefy dick. I began pushing back again, hoping Jack could get it in deeper than Blackthorn. As Jack tongue fucked me I slurped up and down Blackthorn's dick, I couldn't take the whole thing in my mouth it was so thick, I moved around the sides like it was a huge, flesh popsicle. I began to whine as I realized Jack wasn't going any deeper. “You want more?” Jack asked me. I nodded around Blackthorn's dick. “Ok, I'll give you more.” Something smooth pressed against my hole, something pretty big. I wanted to look at what it was but Mr. Blackthorn was pushing my head down to keep me sucking. Whatever it was slowly started to enter me and I felt the same sting as when Billy put three fingers in me. But with the sting came a whole other sensation, like the pain itself was a kind of pleasure. I remember what I had learned and relaxed, pushing out as it went in. “Fuck!” Jack said as whatever it was pushed inches into me. My ass spasmed around it, not used to anything that big in it and certainly not going in! It pulled out a little and I felt the spot where it had left ache with emptiness. I pushed back quickly, not wanting to lost the feeling, impaling myself on it another couple of inches. “Fuck Ev, you really want this?” I pushed back again, ignoring the pain and focusing on the fucking fireworks going on in my ass. Something bumped up against my ass and it took my spaced mind a second to realize that it was. That was Jack! The haze in my head vanished as I realized I had a dick up my ass! I tried to pull back but all I did was push onto it more. When it hit bottom I felt that same tingle as when Billy touched me and my eyes rolled back in my head. Jack pulled his dick back a few inches and then pushed into me again. His dick slide right over that spot and I felt myself moan in spite of myself. “Yeah, come on big guy, you can do it.” I didn't want to do it but every time he moved his dick my body just went nuts and I found myself pushing back onto him. My body was meeting his thrusts as I mentally screamed for him to stop. Finally Blackthorn let go of my head and I was able to talk. “Jack! Jack....you're...uhhh....stop...please...oh god....” Jack kept fucking me, each time my train of thought shattered as I instinctively pushed back into it. “What Everett, what do you want?” “Stop...fuck...stop fuc...ohhh...” He had stopped his dick right at the spot and was just moving it back and forth like not even a quarter inch. My thoughts blurred as all I felt was fucking sex. My reason and complaints just went away as a blinding light of pleasure overwhelmed me. I don't know how long I was like that but when I came back I was covered in sweat, moving like mad. “Yeah Everett, yeah...fuck yourself, come on stud harder...” I was confused to what he meant until I realized I was doing just that. I was rocking back and forth on his cock, he had stopped moving and I was fucking myself on it. The sound of my ass hitting him was loud as I used all my strength to rear back and take all of his cock deeper and deeper. “Yeah, come on boy, harder.” There was half a moment's hesitation but it vanished as I forced his cock to hit that spot in me again. It was fucking everything and I felt what little resistance I had left just vanish. “Yeah...fuck me Jack, harder...harder...” “Yeah?” Jack asked surprised, “You asking for it now?” “Please Jack, fuck me, please...” His hands went back to my waist and he thrust forward as I pushed back. And everything inside of me just exploded. The impact of his dick into my ass was like a bomb going off, and I just went nuts. “Yes, yes....fuck me, fuck my ass....harder Jack, harder!” “You like that Ev? You like getting fucked?” “Oh yeah, fuck me Jack, fuck me all night.” “Beg me Jack, beg me to keep going.” “Please Jack, please....” I said trying to push as hard as I could back. “You really want this?” I nodded and whined. He pulled his dick out. I turned around panicked, my ass sting from the emptiness. He sat back, “Here's my dick bud, come and get it.” I realized that this was different, that I was no longer being fucked, that he wanted me to go over there and do it myself. I could hear my ego scream and me not to do this, that I was straight and I needed to stop. I saw Jack's dick twitch a drop of precum pooled up at the tip... I moved over, straddled his waist and guided his cock into me. “Come on big boy, ride me.” I put my hands around his neck, looped my legs under his knees and pushed myself down on his member. I threw my head back and moaned as I felt it bottom out in me. My sexuality screamed in despair and I just slammed myself again and again on his dick. “Whose my fucking jock bitch?” Jack asked. I slowed a little and he added, “Only jock bitches get fucked...” And again it was another line...a line my ass didn't care about. “I'm your jock bitch Jack, I am...” “Who owns your ass?” “You do Jack, you do....” “You gonna let me fuck you anytime I want?” I nodded, “Just fuck me Jack...harder.” He began to thrust up with my movements and I fucking squealed again. “Yeah scream for that dick, come on bitch...fuck yourself....harder, faster...” I did everything he said, not caring about anything else in the world but the pleasure I was feeling. “You want me to breed you?” he asked. I didn't know what that meant. “You want me to shoot my load into you? You wanna feel my cum in your tight jock ass?” I nodded, not sure what I was doing any more. “Stroke your cock for me,” he commended, “Lemme see your big dick react to me fucking you.” I grabbed my dick, who had been ready to fire off at any second and he began to push up like a fucking jackhammer. “Come on bitch, come on you knock bitch...take my seed....take it....” “Breed me Jack....fucking breed me...” I cried as my hand blurred up and down the length of my cock. “Cum for me bitch, cum for your man...” “Jack....JACK!!!” I honestly lost time. My load shot and I think I passed out for a moment. It was like an out of body experience, I could feel the warmth of Jack's cum flooding my ass, the throb of it as he just shot again and again....I could feel his nails dig into the muscles of my back as he held me there, pressed against his sweaty body, making me take his load like the jock bitch I was. I could feel the cum splash against my face and I know my tongue darted out to catch what I could. The wet warmth against our chest and abs was like a baptism as a part of my mind realized what complete ecstasy felt like. As I collapsed forward into Jack he embraced me and pulled me into him. He leaned in and kissed me hard, and I found all I wanted to do was kiss him back. Jesus Christ...what have I become?

Id cheat on all my boyfriends and couldn't help it. It was always a big thrill for me and id do it as often as possible. My last boyfriend I was with for 4 years refused an open relationship when I proposed it multiple times and tried forcing me to be monogamous, but it only made me want to cheat on him even more. I probably let the entire city fuck me before we finally broke up. Id love to have a partner, but he'd have to accept an open relationship. I cant stand jealousy nor possessiveness.

We got hit hard by winter storms here in Dallas and its really ruined my ability to hook up as roads are icy and both my parents are at home. I could just about scream I'm so horny and it's hard to come up with an excuse to sneak out of the house to fuck. The local guys I often hook up with can't get out or can't host for a lot of the same reasons, but I did have one guy, Antonio, message me saying we could fuck in his garage if I didn't mind. I was so desperate I was down, plus he's hot straight Latino guy in his mid-20s with a nice long slender cock that gets way deep inside me. I figured I'd go for it and tell my mom I needed to get out of the house and take a walk. She of course fussed at me to make sure I had a hat, gloves, dressed warm, and brought a phone in case I fell, like I was a little kid. I did as she said so I wouldn't draw more questions or attention and headed out to my bud's place. Like a lot of guys my bud still lives with his parents and is at that tough point where he's dating a girl but hasn't married yet and is getting asked a lot of hard questions by his family. I don't want to add to his problems and besides, I love being his outlet. He'll let guys fuck him but not to the point where they cum inside him, he'll make you pull out to cum and suck you off, which is cool. I get that. He doesn't mind getting fucked and seems to like it, but its probably the whole machismo thing where he just can't let a guy cum in his ass. That said there have been "accidents" where I've cum inside him and I'm sure that's happened with other guys too. I walk down the alley towards his garage and I can see him through the partially open door as he waves at me. I step into the garage and he slowly closed the door trying to make as little noise as possible. even though the garage isn't attached to the house he's still nervous as his family is home and he locked the side door and leaned in to kiss me. Its cold in the garage but not as cold as outside and as he kisses me he pins me up against the car parked inside and I can feel his hard cock grinding on me. In my mind I'm trying to remember the last guy to fuck me and it was Friday...several days ago. I'm so horny Antonio could rape me right now and I wouldn't complain. He's clearly ready and turns me to face the car and is pulling down my pants and underpants and bending me over the hood. I can feel his spit hit my ass and I'm kind of freaking out as I haven't been fucked in days and am likely to be tight. I brace myself and try not to yell out or scream as Antonio enters me roughly, but I can't control it and he quickly covers my mouth as he forces more of his cock in me. And its bordering on rape as he forces more in me roughly without enough spit or lube and its painful as fuck. I'm willing to endure it so long as he cums soon and I can feel his precum slowly making it a little easier when he suddenly makes some loud groans and I can feel his cum flooding my ass. He's still thrusting hard and not slowing down and I can hear him whispering that he wants to put another load in me. His dick is moving a lot easier and I'm telling him how good he feels inside me, how bad I need his cum and want it. His dick is so long it hits a spot deep in my ass that sends wave after wave of pleasure through me. He's stroking long and deep, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way in, driving deep into me as I rock the car side to side. I'm loving it and its sadly too soon when he blasts another load deep inside me with a satisfied grunt. Pulling out he playfully smacks my ass and says its his turn. I get up off the car and he drops his pants to his ankles and bends over the hood just as I was. I'm thinking Antonio would need some work opening up his ass and I start out fingering his ass as I spit on my fingers and at first he's moaning but before long he's hissing at me to just stick my cock in him already. I spit a few times on his ass as I stroke myself hard and start forcing my cock in his ass. He's softly crying out as I enter him but I don't give a shit as its what he wanted. Part of me wants to fuck him hard and without mercy since he wants my dick so bad. I'm fucking him way rougher than I normally do and he's moaning and crying out softly as I do and slowly the crying shifts to him saying how good my dick feels in him. I love it when Antonio gets all needy for cock and and I'm hoping he's wanting it again. He's let me cum inside him a few times, begging for it like a needy bitch and this seems like this is going to be one of those times. His ass started out really tight so I'm guessing my cock is giving him what he wants and needs and I have no intention of pulling out to cum. This little bitch is going to take my load whether he wants it or not. I stroking hard inside him and clearly he could tell I was getting close to cumming and he told me cum inside him. By now I was precumming like crazy and knew I was going to blast a huge load and soon did just that, letting out a satisfied groan as he softly moaning saying how good it felt. And it must have as I hadn't fucked in days and had a lot of cum built up. I kept stroking in him and asked if he was down to take another and he said he was. I kept stroking inside him as he was moaning with delight, saying how good my cock felt inside him and how bad he wanted my load. He gets like that sometimes, like a switch flips and he suddenly wants guys to cum in his ass. I wanna ride that for all its worth and take my time stroking inside him, delighting in hearing him moan and beg for my dick and cum, slowly building until I blast another load deep inside him. As soon as I'm done its clear he is too, telling me to pull out, which I do. He stands up and quickly pulls his pants back up, shivering from how cold they must be. I do the same and realize how cold it is with my clothes back on my legs. He pulls me in closely and starts kissing me deeply and I lean into him, pressing him against the car and we're making out intensely for a long time before he finally pulls back to catch his breath, saying how badly he needed to get fucked. I said I understood and I needed it too and that we could do it again this way. He laughed and said sure but said I needed to get going and went to unlock the side door, peering around first before waving me over to leave. I stepped out into the bitter cold again and could hear the door close and lock behind me. Even though its cold outside I was warm from all the hot fucking and knowing that hot stud let me cum in his ass again. Whatever hangups he has sometimes slip away and I'm glad to be there to exploit it.

He guys! Here's a continuation of my first story, Pozzing Jeff. The first entry is also an entry in the "Tell me a story, PArt 2" thread. This will be a story I continue off and on. Enjoy the first part! ------- Jeff's Conquests Ch. 1 Bens POV I was boned the entire drive to Jeff's place. He said he had a surprise for me, although I couldn't for the life of me think of what it was. My thoughts were interrupted I approached his house and pulled into his driveway. At the same moment my phone buzzed. 'Good timing', I thought to myself. There was a text message on my phone which read <<Just walk in as soon as you get here. Dont worry about knocking >> I smiled walking to his door. I quickly shut it behind me before turning around and getting a view of the interior. The wet spot on my jeans doubled in size. Jeff's head was rolled back on the headrest with his arms outstretched along the back of the couch. He had his knees wide, allowing the slim twink with the brown spiked hair better access to his rock hard cock. He had slipped it out of his jeans and the slut was bobbing up and down on it like a pro. I slowly made my way over and took a seat next to him. He looked up and smiled at me with that look only some one in the throws of ecstasy can make. I smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss him. He moaned into my mouth and out tongues danced for a few minutes before he pulled back. “I was afraid we had scared you off,” I admitted. “Well, for the first two days you did. I kept going over it in my mind. I was so conflicted. I was so horny, yet so scared.” “So what happened?” I asked. He leaned back up, gave me a quick kiss and answered "Well, I got sick. Not terribly, but enough to know what was happening. You see, the whole time I obsessed over it, I never got around to getting to the doctor,” he said with a smile. "Officially I got the news yesterday.” I leaned down, gave him a sloppy kiss, and murmured “Fuck baby, that's so hot. You're carrying my strain.” “Fuck yeah I am. I was so boned in the doctor's office. By the time I got back to the car my briefs were soaked with precum.” “Damn, that's fuckin' hot, babe. You on meds yet?” “Not yet. Not sure if or when I will go on them.” “Great," I grunted, asking “so, who is this beautiful cocksucking slut?” “This is Andrew. Andrew, this is Ben.” Andrew paused, looked over at me, and without saying a word, unzipped my pants, although before he took my cock in his mouth, he did murmur “Pleased to meet you.” “Fuck,” I moaned. His mouth was like silk. I let him work my cock for a few minutes before turning back to Jeff and asking “How'd you two meet?” “Breeding Zone. He saw a comment I left on a story and messaged me. We made arrangements for tonight, and the rest, as they say, is history. I didn't tell him about you until you walked in.” “Fucking hot. Holy fuck that mouth is so hot. I was edging at home, and boy, he's got me fuckin close.” Andrew pulled off my cock and slowly jerked me, giving me a broad smile of self satisfaction, only to comment “We can't have that. Your load needs to go somewhere else.” I looked back at him, returned his smile and asked “You know what you're getting into?” “Fuck yeah. My boyfriend has fantasized about getting me pozzed. Figured it was time to surprise him,” he answered, matching my smile. “Fucking hell that's hot!” I exclaimed as I leaned down and kissed him, cuffing him lightly as I praised him saying “Good boy.” Jeff leaned over to whisper in my ear while Andrew returned to his cock. A smile quickly spread across my face as I got up, took my pants off and left the room. I was back in less than a minute after finding what I was looking for. I got on the floor behind Andrew and lowered his pants. Fuck his ass was beautiful. He was thin, but beautifully sculpted. His ass was perfect, round and tight, and his cheeks parted ever so slightly, allowing me a peak at the prize just beyond. I couldn't help myself and leaned in and pressed my tongue from bottom to top, causing him to push back against my face and to moan around Jeff's dick. Jeff in the meantime threw his head back against the couch. I spent about twenty minutes eating the slut's hole. He was having a difficult time sucking dick while trying to fuck himself on my tongue. I could feel how tight he was; I could barely get my tongue any deeper than his opening. Both of our dicks were leaving a pool of precum on the floor. Pulling back I admired his hole. He was thin and hairless, his tight hole was glistening and peaking back at me. I grabbed the Elbow Grease (I'll need to tell Jeff it's my favourite) and applied some to Andrew's hole. He may have looked tight, but my finger slid in easily, and in no time, another slipped in beside. The slut was ready. I pulled out the toothbrush that Jeff had me grab and slowly slid it into Andrew's hole. He grunted and looked back at me. I pulled out the brush and showed him, explaining “Relax baby,” as I reinserted the brush, adding “We're just getting you ready to accept our seed.” He pushed his ass back towards me and returned to Jeff's dick. For ten minutes I slowly worked that brush in and out of him. He grunted in pain a few times, but for the most part he moaned in genuine pleasure. In no time the bristles were a light shade of pink, and I knew he was ready. For that matter, so to was I - or so the large pool of precum on the floor under my cock seemed to indicate. “Looks like you're ready, slut,” I said, showing him the brush. “Jeff, would you like to to he honours?” “Fuck yeah!” “Remember to savour it. This is the first time your cock has been in an ass since converting. This your first poz cock, boy?” “Yes sir. I've never been so turned on!” “Good boy. Why don't you climb on top of Jeff? I think it's time for you to get pozzed up.” I didn't need to say anymore as Andrew slowly got up, removed the balance of his clothing and climbed up on the couch. Jeff in the mean time lubed his cock and was holding it straight up, primed to take Andrew's poz cherry. Jeff was leaking like a faucet. More than I was in fact. I understood how he was feeling. This is his first ass after learning he was poz, and even more exciting was the fact that the hole was neg and wanted his poz cock. Andrew straddled Jeff and slowly began to impale himself on his cock. I sat back on a chair opposite them and jerked myself watching them. Both threw their heads back amd moaned as Andrew made his way to the base of Jeff's cock. Andrew remained motionless for a moment before slowly starting to rise up on the rock hard piece of flesh inside him before slowly dropping back down. I couldnt help but think how hot it would be for Andrew to have a biohazard sign tattooed on his lower back. Fuck my cock was so sore! “Fuck Jeff your cock is so big!” “You like that cock, faggot? That's a real man's cock fucking you.” "Hell, fuck yes, Sir. Poz my ass, please?” "Yeah you want my toxic seed? I'm almost there, faggot. You sure you want it?” "Oh fuck yes! I need it so bad! Please poz me up! I need your HIV!” “Ugh, fuck, here it cums! Fuck your ass is so tight! Ugh, ugh, ugh, fucking take it!” And with that Jeff started to unload into Andrew. I could see his hole quiver from my seat, and I could see the spasms of his cock as he fired off his potent seed into the willing slut. I needed a piece of that! “Oh fuck I can feel it!” exclaimed Andrew as he came to rest on Jeff's thighs. He leaned down and kissed before slowly getting off and laying on the couch next to his breeder. He had that blissed out well fucked expression on his face. I couldn't take it anymore and got up. “You ready for another poz cock?” I asked, my hard cock pointing the way. “I'm not sure. He really fucked me good!” “Too bad. You got me all worked up and I need to breed. Get on the floor, I've got a potent load for you as well. “Yes Sir!” Andrew saluted before getting off the couch. “How do you want me?” “On your knees, face down, ass up.” He assumed what I think of as the perfect cumdump position. There was a light ring of cum around his hairless ass, and as I was lined-up my cock to his hole, a small drop of Jeff's seed escaped. “Fuck your hole is so beautiful. I cant wait to destroy it!” I remarked as I slid balls deep into him. “Fuck me! I need it so bad!” “I'm not going to last long! I've been on edge for hours!” “Give it to me! Poz me up!" “Fuck, stud, here it cums! Take my toxic seed!” With that I slammed into his ass and unloaded my two day load. “Fuck!” Andrew screamed and I felt his hole clamp down on my cock. I knew what was happening. Jeff did the same thing when I first unloaded into him. The slut was cumming. After a minute to catch my breath, I slowly pulled out of Andrew. A torrent of cum poured out of his ass. Jeff appeared with the same butt plug I gave to him the night we destroyed his ass. He slid it into Andrew. “Keep that in for as long as you can. And when you get the fuck flu call me!” “Will do!” We slowly got dressed and chatted for a bit while drinking beer. Andrew has a smile on his face the entire time. I can't wait to hear what his fiance thinks!

Shawn Mendes was a world-renowned singer and jock heart throb. He got requests from men and women to sleep with them everyday, but he typically turned them down. It was not smart for celebs to go around getting sexed up with everyone who offered. One thing that everyone threw into question was Shawn's sexuality, everyone thought he was gay. This rumor was dispelled by Shawn and his managers on multiple occasions, but Shawn knew that at night, once everyone had gone fo bed, he would pull out his phone and jerk to gay porn. He always thought that one day he would finally fuck a guy, but everyone his age was such a douche and all the old men were creepy and gross. That all changed one night after a concert. Shawn was approached by an older man, atleast 60, after one of his concerts. He had bought a VIP ticket, which was a bit strange but Shawn had seen a lot of strange things on tour. "Hey, that was a great concert," the man said. "I'm John.' "Hey thanks, John!" Shawn said. "I'd really like to get to speak with you more about your music. I work for a major record label and am out scouting some of the world's best talent. That was strange, Shawn thought. He's already famous. "Hey thanks man! I think I'm stuck in my contract right now but maybe a few years in the future," Shawn replied. "Ah I understand. You're a very handsome boy, hope to see you again sometime," John said as he shook Shawn's hand. Shawn was unexpectedly pulled in for a quick peck on the cheek. "See you...later," Shawn said kind of embarassed. Glad that's over, he thought. After Shawn's show a week later, he was approached by John later. Fuck not this creeper again, Shawn thought. "Hey," John said. "Hey John," Shawn said. "You know that mention of your contract, that wasn't a request. I talked to your manager this evening. I'll be taking over your tour starting tonight." Shawn went slack jawed while he shook John's hand and all of a sudden was pulled in again, but this time on the lips. "I'm sure you'll find that I will make you a very special boy," John said while giving Shawn a very sheepish smile and walking off. That was weird, Shawn thought. The next morning Shawn had to begin answering to John, his new manager. His schedule changed a lot. There were many more early mornings and random tasks being assigned. Why on earth was Shawn doing John's laundry?! He thought. John entered the room, "Hey Shawn, I've been thinking." "Yes?" "Well, I need you to refer to me as sir, but that's besides the point. I want you to have a choice in who is your manager since you seemed somewhat taken aback by it when I gave you the news." "What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "I mean I will present what your contract implies and you will decide at the end of the week whether or not our partnership is good." "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Shawn asked. "Well, no," John said. "But I do value input." At that point, John put his hands in his pockets just wide enough to stretch his lapel and open shirt revealing a small tattoo on his chest that Shawn couldn't make out to see what it was. "Now, I can tell you are quite uncomfortable. Is that because I kissed you?" John asked as he zeroed in on Shawn, getting closer. Shawn was speechless. "I'm guessing that is a yes," John said. "You see, part of the contract that your old manager signed you off to me in included being my lover, taking care of me, and becoming part of my family. I know it may be shock, but experiments in the music industry have really been working out in the long run for a lot of young singers." Shawn was speechless. "You don't have to say anything," John said as he took Shawns hand, cupped his chin (John stood a good 2" over Shawn), and began kissing him. "Your assistants have already begun moving your stuff into my house and my trailer. Should be ready to move in tomorrow night." Shawn was still speechless, he has gone a bit slack jawed. "If you don't have any questions about your contract, you may leave. You have some packing to do and the Music Awards tonight," John said. With that Shawn turned and left. Fuck, why was he not able to say anything? And with as fast as he wanted to get out of there, why was he walking so slow? He'll just sleep this off, he thought as he went to take a nap. But instead of napping, Shawn found himself looking at porn on his phone, not just any porn, daddy porn. And as soon as he came all over his abs, he heard himself moan: "John." Shawn awoke from a nightmare just in time to get ready. He had been leaving the Music Awards and couldn't find his way home. Instead he found himself staring at a bunch of old men, all staring at him wearing a very tight plaid suit as if he would walk through the space they parted for him. He shook his head thinking, this knew manager is just a bit weird. Changes like this happen to young stars all the time in Hollywood. He'll have a new manager soon enough, right? Shawn got up and got ready for the Music Awards tonight. He was surprisingly excited to spend some time with the rest of the team all dressed up. Shawn's stylist had picked a new suit for him to wear on the red carpet. When she took it out of the bag he saw that it was plaid....wait, fuck, plaid just like in my dream, he thought. He shook his head, it's nothing, I probably remember seeing her show me pics of it at one point. At the show, something was off. Shawn was not saying much, was very passive on the red carpet, and found himself being nervous for tonight. He didn't crack many smiles for the camera unless the cameramen told him too. John had also prepared a couple things for him to say about his music if anyone asked. He was doing very well, very... obedient. After the red carpet was over, Shawn's manager pulled him aside and told him that there was a plan for after. He had a special after party to be at that Shawn would join him for, the limo driver will take him right there, and "Don't worry, the will be a camera man following you around with a small teleprompter. We're working on getting a new tour video up so just follow along." Shawn was speechless after John walked off. After the awards show, Shawn went down to the street and got into the limo. Fuck, he thought, why am I do nervous over an after party? he thought. The limo soon stopped, Shawn got out of the car, buttoned the jacket of his tight suit, and heard the driver say John told him to tell Shawn to go upstairs. Shawn expected a mass of fans outside snapping pictures. This wasn't the case. He was standing in front of a large building that looked otherwise abandoned. Not wanting to be the superstar known for breaking a contract, he timidly went upstairs. It was dark and the floorboards creeked. What the fuck is this, Shawn thought. Then he could hear something the higher he went. Lots of men talking. Ok that sounds like a party, Shawn thought and walked slightly faster. Then at the top of the stairs Shawn saw it and his heart sank. Shawn was speechless and went slackjaw as he found himself looking at the same crowd of men he saw in his dream. All the voices stopped and faces turned towards him, parting the sea and revealing a sling (he had only seen in porn) and John standing in the middle. He sported his slightly overweight and wrinkly naked body and Shawn finally saw the tattoo on his chest. He recognized as a biohazard tattoo. The cameraman appeared in front of him as the lights turned off behind him and dimmed in the room. He slowly began to walk forward, step by step, closer to his fate. All you could hear was the deep click of Shawn's boots on the floor and the slight rattle off chains. When Shawn got to the front he slowly turned around. His heart was racing, face flush, and stomach full of butterflies. He noticed words come up on the teleprompter and began to read them off. "My name in Shawn Mendes, I'm an internationally renowned singer/songwriter, 22 years old, and recently was sold to my new manager, John. Tonight I will officially bind to my contract. I will be fucked by over 50 men over the age of 50, all...HIV positive..." Shawn swallowed and couldn't believe what he was reading. "All of these men are in different stages, several of whom have...late stage AIDS..." Fuck, why couldn't he move. "The video will be released and my new career as a...porn star will begin." FUCK! This is what sleazy John was up to. Shawn was speechless once more and went slackjaw as more lights turned off. He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and gave his hands up to two men he could no longer see and felt what he thought were small boxing gloves being put on them. Then he felt a gas mask get lowered onto his head and he could no longer see. He was gently picked up and lowered into the sling, a whole was cut in his trousers, the men smirked when they found he wasn't wearing underwear, his feet and hands strapped to the chains, and a long tube attached to the gas mask. One man began to feed Shawn a steady stream of poppers through the mask as he felt himself lose control of his body. John stepped up, shoved his massive cock in and came inside him after just a few minutes. Other men all began to step up, Shawn was unable to hear all the words they were yelling, see the men who was fucking, and very soon he couldn't even feel the cocks inside him. All he could do was breathe in more more poppers. Shawn went from being an anal virgin to taking lots of toxic cocks. "Yeah charge this slut up!" "Give him AIDS!" "Oh yeah, let's get him a couple strains and superconvert him!" Man after man ravaged Shawn's hole for the next six hours. Just before Shawn passed out, he felt himself get free of the sling and the gas mask removed. He stumbled when he stood up but regained his balance quickly. He buttoned his tight suit jacket while the men all cheered for him. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. And he strangely found it...arousing. "Come with me," John said. Shawn followed to a well lit room across the hall where he was shown to a chair. A tattoo artist was placed on a stool. "Unbutton your jacket and open up that shirt a bit more." Shawn did as he was told and before he realised it, he now had a biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest. Fuck, my career is over, he thought. He buttoned his shirt back up, stood up and... Wait ... Was there something inside him? Fuck! They stuffed him with a buttplug to keep all the cum inside me. Shawn's heart sank, but he felt relatively excited. What is wrong with me, he thought. "Turn around," John instructed. Shawn buttoned his tight jacket and did as he was told. He looked at himself in the mirror and could see the new tattoo through the open shirt he was wearing. "All your fans will soon know the truth," John said. With that, he cuffed Shawn's hands behind his back, escorted him out into the daylight wear lots of fans and media were watching, and he was forced into the limo. The media will have tons of questions later. The next week, Shawn's concerts were pretty much empty. It didn't matter though, he got a bad case of the flu and had to cancel the rest of his tour. Then his new career began. The end.

This is my favorite way to get a guys piss with out all the hassles of hooking up or getting my ass kicked. lol i will drive around for hours looking for bottles of piss they can be found almost anywhere, have even found them in the Walmart parking lot, areas with lots of truck traffic the best chances. One week end I found over 17 bottles. I’ve drank hundreds of these piss bombs and never had any serious health issues. But the piss I find needs to be crystal clear and not overly salty before I will drink them. Also I live in Florida so the piss bottles are exposed to the UV from the sun this will kill lots of bad stuff. It’s a great feeling having a strangers piss churning in my belly. Also like to drink the bombs on cam.

Before the main story, some info about me is in order. I recently turned 26 years old and have long decided that I am happy being with men more than women. Up to this point I have always played safe, but lately I have begun to have thoughts of ditching the condoms and having sex as nature intended. I was scrolling through ads on craigslist after work on a Friday and came across an ad that would change my life. The title was simple – “Seeking bottom for a wild weekend party.” I was extremely intrigued and decided I didn’t have anything to lose, except maybe my bareback virginity, and answered the ad. I sent my stats and pictures to the poster and awaited an answer. I didn’t have to wait long, as within 10 minutes I was given an address, directions and instructions. I was to wear a jockstrap and clothing I could take off easily. I needed to clean out and drive to the location which is in the middle of the woods east of town. I got ready, got in my car and made the 30-minute drive. The instructions said I would need to plan to be gone all weekend and be ready to have a good time and be ready to serve. I was nervous and excited the whole drive over. Once I arrived, I was met at the door by a younger guy (about 35 or so) who was wearing nothing but a blue armband with the number 18 on it. He directed me to strip to my jock and follow him to the “dungeon”. We walked into a room and I counted no less than 60 men standing around naked. Each with a similar armband of either blue, yellow or red with varying numbers. I saw a sling and a large screen with a random generator. I was led to the sling and locked in place by my wrists and ankles. I was lubed and told the computer would randomly choose a person by color and number. On each round I could opt to pass once and get a different draw but would be required to take the second person if I did. I was told there would be NO CONDOMS and absolutely NO PULLING OUT. Once a cock entered my hole, I would not see it out again until I had received the load of the man attached. I shivered with the realization that I was about to lose my bareback virginity, but agreed to the rules. The program began to spin through colors and numbers and I waited with anticipation watching to see who would be the first potential man to take my raw cherry. The program slowed and on the screen read: Blue 5. A man of about 45 with large muscles, sandy hair and green eyes stepped forward. He had an average cock – 7 inches long and narrow with a medium mushroom head. I was asked if I would like to pass, but decided to take this man. He walked to my ass and sank his cock into me in one swift stroke. This brought a moan from him and caused me to grit my teeth and cry out at the sudden invasion. He began to pound away at my ass and continued varying his stroke depth and speed for a long time until I could tell he was getting close. His breath changed and he gripped my thighs. He growled and shouted – “Take my hot poz load bitch!” I paled at what I had just heard and tried to swing myself off his cock to no avail. He pumped what felt like a gallon of acrid jizz up my hole. I freaked out for a moment realizing what had just happened. Then as he pulled out of my ass, I realized I had signed up to lose my bareback virginity and began to accept the fact that I knew there may be poz loads involved. Too late now anyway, guess only time would tell what happened from that load. The host asked if I was ready for another spin of the 'wheel'. I nodded, realizing this would be one VERY long weekend. To be continued…?

HIV positive on meds but have a small viral load. seems after 3 years my meds don't want to work.

Wow, such insightful posts. I'm not at particularly high risk , but have not had any hookups since last February. ( Last hookup was a sex party at Club Ajpinia in Berlin literally a day before lockown), If you've never been and like older men that place is an enjoyable friendly fuckfest. OK, my bad there was that hot 40 y/o blond bi somewhat DL man who I rimmed and swallowed his load and I begged to fuck him outside on the beach on my beachtowel in October but that was outdoors on a windy day so that doesn't count . ( Maybe I forgot to mention that nice older otter that I blew while he sat under the tree reading a novel and patting my head on the same day at the beach a little later) So last sex was October. I'm getting randy and a little irritable. So I'm hoping to get a vaccine in the next three weeks because at this point I'm even thinking of fellating the bedposts. It's comforting to see folks writing here that others are also getting COVID fatigue.

Even though I don’t really care what a Top chooses to call my hole, I more and more find myself referring to it, and thinking of it, as a cunt. Mine is not a delicate, feminine thing implied by ‘pussy’, but ‘hole’ is too sterile a term for its function in a sexual context. On a man like me, this orifice has a very specific designated use, which is to accept penetration and insemination by cocks - I was born to serve this function for men, so this is part of my anatomy in a way that it isn’t for a total Top. Therefore, this part, to my thinking, naturally needs a term that aptly describes what it is intended for. Yes, there are any number of alternatives, but most of them are just variations on ‘hole’ or ‘tube’ and aside from having ‘fuck-‘ prefixed to them don’t necessarily evoke the true sense of a sexual/reproductive/breeding act in the way ‘pussy’ does, and ‘cunt’ does with a harder edge. ‘Slit’ comes close, perhaps, because we don’t usually speak in terms of humans having slits except in a vaginal sense, so that translates. In the end I think I self-identify mine as a cunt because I recognize and accept that it has always been meant for fucking independently of its other use, without soft or delicate treatment that might be suggested by a softer word. If I had to say what marks me as different from men who have never been fucked by another man, I would say that I have been cunted - it’s something that, once done, can never be undone, and when a man like me has been cunted by other men hundreds of times, there can be no doubt that the thing that defines him is a cunt.

If I'm at a glory hole, I'll take what ever is on offer. I'm a slut, that's what I do 🙂

Adult bookstore. It was a long time ago, when if you looked "old enough", they didn't card you. I went back to the booths and saw a black man with greying hair jerking to gay porn--his door wasn't closed. He smiled as I stared at his cock and grabbed me. He pushed me down and shoved his cock in my mouth. I did not resist. I did what I had seen in porn clips and he blew his load into my mouth. Then he pushed me out of the booth. I orgasmed in my pants.

Use his phone to take nasty pictures of his sucking your cock. Text the pics to his friends.

Part 4 I collapsed into the plastic green chair, it’s smooth surface cold against my skin. I was still breathing heavy and stretched my sore legs. There was porn playing on the screen, but I only half watched. My mind was reeling from the encounter I’d just had. I’d never been fucked like that — I kinda felt like a porn star for a little while. It had been work to hold that position, and my ass had taken an amazing pounding. I’d been fucked before, but not like that. I sat there pulling myself together. Exhausted. But still horny. How could I be horny after that? My cock was standing up straight, and I absently tugged at it thinking about what just happened. I had another stranger’s load in me. Why did I let that happening was t safe. I know nothing about him. Was he poz? What if he was? What had I done? I need to go. This place isn’t good for me. My mind was racing nearly as fast as my heart was. The thought of my bare feet on the sticky floor was suddenly repulsive, and I couldn’t even think about what stuff from the floor was now sticking to my arms and legs after being fucked down there. I stretched my leg out and grab one flip flop with my foot, sliding it closer. Then I pulled the second one closer, slipped into them and stood up. I teetered a bit, lightheaded from the pounding I’d just taken. My cock twitched at the thought. The porn caught my eye. Three guys fucking on screen. I should be done here, but damn these guys were hot. My cock twitched again and I started to stroke myself slowly. I hadn’t cum, and I was starting to feel horny again. Watching the video, I didn’t catch the sound right away. Finally it registered. Tapping. I looked around, confused by what I was hearing. And then I saw the window to my left. I had forgotten about the windows between booths. Through the window I could see a beautiful cock, thick and hard, being stroked. It was pointing at me. Fuck! Was that screen open the entire time? Had he seen what just happened? A cold chill ran through me. I need to leave. NOW! My body didn’t budge. Instead my hand kept stroking my cock. And through the window, he was doing the same. Who was that? I bent over to try to get a look at his face. It was hard to make out from the harsh angle and dim lighting, but I suddenly recognized the shirt. This was the guy I had walked by a couple times earlier, the one who didn’t even look up at me. But now I had his attention. He was standing, facing the window, stroking for me to see his big cock. And it was really hot looking. My horniness intensified. He sat down again, bending forward so his face appeared in the upper half of the window. He was giving my body a hard look. I felt very exposed, still naked, my athletic physique on display. It was weird to be looked at like this, but I also felt very sexy all of a sudden. I looked back the video, which had changed over. The guy in the video was stroking himself, running one hand over his body for the camera. I started to do the same. I looked back toward the window; he was staring intently at me. I stroked my cock slowly, letting him see its length, and I ran the other hand over my chest. Fuck, my pecs were hard and felt really good. I felt sexy. He tapped the window again and this his hand motioned me to come closer. Does he want me? I didn’t move from the spot I was standing in. I couldn’t. But I also didn’t stop stroking for him. He didn’t motion again right away, but after a minute he did, this time tapping his cock against the glass. This time my body moved a bit closer. I looked back the video. The model was still stroking, but now he was sitting in a chair, lifting his legs and fingering his hole. I’d never seen anyone do that. There was something very hot about that. I had a sudden urge, but I hesitated. I looked back at the real cock on the other side of the glass. Without thinking, I turned around and showed him my ass. I only last a few seconds before I got nervous and turned around again. His hand was motioning me to come closer, and I stepped up to the window, the glass the only thing keeping our cocks from touching. Everything happened very quickly from there. His cock disappeared from the window. I leaned down and saw him putting it inside his pants, zipping up. Had he shot his load? Looked like he was leaving. I was disappointed and kinda angry he was leaving. But then my door opened and he stepped inside. He was like a boulder rolling into the room, confident energy that nothing was going to stop him. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he pulled out his cock, waggling it for me to see. He was rock hard. I dropped to my knees right then and there. I went right down on him, showing my inexperience with a cock this size, but he didn’t mind. He just growled happily. “That’s it, boy. That’s what you wanted. Suck daddy’s cock.” I worked the head of his cock, not certain how much I could take. He would push his cock forward, but I would back up to avoid having it go deeper than I could handle. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, pushing me onto his dick as he thrust forward. My face was buried in his pubes; I gagged, but he didn’t care. He held my head there, his cock choking me. I sputtered and tried to breathe but couldn’t. “That’s it, boy. Relax your throat. Relax it.” Then he released me. I gasped for breath, but he was back in my mouth again, both hands grabbing the sides of my head, and he began to fuck my mouth. No one had ever done this. I was overwhelmed and mindlessly captivated at the same time. “There you go, boy. Get that big cock nice and slippery.” I grasped the base of his cock so he wouldn’t force it all into my mouth again. I started working his head and first few inches of his shaft with my mouth. It was sloppy, but he was growling with satisfaction. He reached down and touched my hole, his fingers roughly probing. “Nice,” he growled. “He did put his load in there. I didn’t expect that from you, boy.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started tucking it away again. “Let’s go down the hall.” I awkwardly stood up; he didn’t offer to help me. I started to follow him out of the room, still naked. “You should put your shorts on. Things are fairly open here, but there are still cameras around.” I slipped on my shorts and tank top, then followed him down the hallway, turned the corner, and turned again into the furthest hallways. I hadn’t been back here yet. There were a couple guys hanging in the hallway, but fewer rooms. He lead me to the very end. We stepped into a dark booth at the end of the hall. It was much larger than the others I’d seen. There was only a long bench and a small TV hanging in the corner. The bench was just plywood covered with carpet. He closed the door. He roughly stripped me again. Then pulled his pants down past his knees, his shirt still hanging open. I noticed a tattoo on his left hand pec. It looked familiar, a kind of swirl design. I wondered if it was an Asian symbol, but that didn’t seem right. I’d seen it before, but couldn’t place it. He spun me around, then pushed me into a kneeling position on the bench. I felt like an action figure being posed and played with. He was behind me, and then I felt his tongue start to probe my hole.. He growled again as he spread my ass open, and his tongue went deeper. “Fuck, boy. There’s a full load in there. Tastes toxic. Was he toxic?” I wasn’t sure what he was was asking. “I don’t know.” He growled. “You didn’t ask?” “I don’t think we talked.” “You’re full of surprises. I thought you were some uptight preppy Twink when I first saw you. I don’t have time for that bullshit. But turns out you’re a hot little pig boy.” I wasn’t sure what to think about what he was saying. I didn’t totally get it. And being called a pig wasn’t really something that was turning me on. But the his tongue went back into my hole, probing it, sending electric shocks through my body. I let out a moan. He slapped my ass. “Fucking hot boy. Fucking hot body. Wanting more cock. You ready for more cock, boy?”Nerves suddenly froze any response I was going to give. “Tell me, boy. Tell me you want daddy’s cock.” He slapped my ass. That snapped my nervousness and I yelped. His fingers massaged my hole, and I automatically started grinding back against them, hoping they would slide inside me. I felt cold glass under my nose; “Inhale. That’s it. Take another hit of the poppers like a good pig boy. I did as I was told. My body filled with at that amazing rush of heat, and felt my heart banging inside me. He grabbed my short ginger-blonde hair and pulled my head up. “Tell daddy what you want. Tell me you want my toxic cock inside your hot fucking body.” My body was aching for it. I lifted my ass up higher in the air for him to see. I felt like my body looked hot. He slapped his cock against my ass and my head exploded. “Please, daddy,” I panted desperately. “Please I want your toxic cock.”

Chapter 2 of 2 After Jefrey told me that, I just wanted to get out of here, but wait, where are my clothes? I asked Jefrey and he just grinned. After a while he said: "We are in the wash, I thought you would stay with me overnight and we will go to the station together tomorrow." I was really angry with him and replied: “So, you thought little shit wanker! After you infected me so deviously? Do you still have all the cups in the cupboard? " Jefrey stayed cool and relaxed, he said quietly: "Hey honey, unfortunately you have to wait until your clothes are dry." Jefrey went into the kitchen and asked: “Tobi? Would you like a beer too? "And he added:" Maybe you'll come down then. " I then asked: "Do you have a gold?" Jefray said, "Nah, just red light." "Okay, I can give it a try." I said. The evening was long, we each drank 4 more beers and I had to find out that on the one hand I was no longer allowed to drive and that I would no longer come home with public transport. So I thought to myself: Has the little pig managed to get me to stay with him overnight? So we went to bed together, and we still had another round of fucking, which I actually wanted to avoid, but what should you do when the mood is so great? At 1:00 a.m. we both fell asleep exhausted. At some point, I think it was 4.45 am, I woke up with a strange but cool feeling in my ass, Jefrey, this little horny pig was already pushing his hammer into my hole again. I let it happen to me, the child had fallen into the well anyway. At 6 o'clock we had to get up, shower and get dressed, but oops, my things were still in the washing machine, what do I do now? Work starts at 8:00 a.m. and I can't go to work naked. So I asked Jefrey: "Tell me, do you have what I can wear?" "I thought today was nudist day." Jefrey replied, grinning and handing me short sweatpants and a t-shirt. I looked at him a little confused. When he saw my look he only said: “No no, you won't get any boxer shorts.” And he grinned, but then added at the back: “I don’t wear any either. Unfortunately I forgot to wash them. “When he said that he looked a little embarrassed. It was now 7:10 a.m. and we really had to go. When we arrived at the station, we had to change immediately, and I just hoped that the other colleagues had already moved. Fortunately it was like that. So Jefrey and I were alone in the locker room. And what did Jefrey do? He had to provoke me again, of course, and make me horny. Because the first thing he did was take off his pants and show me his hot fuck hole, then he took off his T-shirt and he was completely naked in the locker room, now he went to the fresh laundry locker, took a new polo shirt, and a new pair of trousers, and went back to his locker. I couldn't believe it, he was just walking naked through the locker room. Now he put on the polo shirt first, and when putting on his pants he bent down again so that I had a clear view of his cunt. My cock was so in the way that I pinched it slightly while doing my pants, and hurt it a bit. Now it started, at 9.30 a.m. we had to be in the zoo, and that with the shitty city traffic, one traffic jam replaced the other. At 9.26 a.m. we rang the doorbell and were let in, so we drove purposefully to our lounge. To our surprise, we were offered sandwiches, coffee, a few juices and water, so we could have breakfast, which we did. At 10:45 am Frank came to us and said cheekily: "So, girls, it's the weekend now." He grabbed my crotch demanding and grinned cheekily at Jefrey. Of course, Jefrey did not hide Frank's gaze, and said: "Well Frank, I cracked it, it's mine now." "Wait a minute!" I replied, "Yes, you cracked and fucked me, but I still belong to myself!" We slowly undressed each other again, and Frank was amazed when he saw that neither Jefrey nor I were wearing boxers. His eyes really flashed, he was suddenly really horny. He licked our bodies, and first took Jefrey’s cock into his mouth, he really took it in until it stopped, I had only seen something like that in porn before, but Frank could. While Frank took care of Jefrey’s cock, I took care of his hole. I licked it like I've never licked a hole before. It was wonderfully wet and Jefrey had no problem penetrating Frank either. Now Frank took care of my cock, oh it could suck well. We completely forgot time and space, and didn't notice that the door opened easily and that a young service employee slowly came into the lounge. He probably watched our goings-on for a while. When Jefrey, groaning loudly, poured his semen into Frank, it came to me too, and I splashed down Frank’s throat without notice. Suddenly we heard a whimpering moan from the direction of the door, our eyes now saw this young service boy who was just about to jerk off and was apparently close to orgasm. I didn't recognize myself, but I was the first to hurry over to the boy to take his cock in my mouth. It only took a few tiny seconds and I got the reward, the sperm from this one. Frank and Jefrey came over slowly and just asked me what was wrong with me, yesterday only looking for safe sex, and today the guy who loves sperm. I could only shrug my shoulders. The little one tried to apologize to us, but we all thought he didn't need it. We dressed again for the time being and talked to each other. Frank asked the little one correctly how old he was and what his name was and so on. He answered all the questions, so we learned that his name is Stefan, is 18 years old, is attracted to boys and men, but has never had sex. Also that he believes that he is just passive and that he has a latex allergy. Now Stefan asked us: "Will you still be here in 2 hours?" "Yes of course." Jefrey answered and then asked: "Why?" "I will be off work in 2 hours and finally want to know what sex is like," said Stefan Then the big question came from Frank: “You know what you're getting into? We only move out when our juice is in you. " Stefan's answer came in a flash: "I don't care, I want to know now!" "Okay, in 2 hours, but at your own risk," I said. It was lunch break, Jefrey and I worked our way through the lavish lunch buffet and Frank went to the sausage stand, he couldn’t have eaten at the conference. So after the lunch break there were four of us, Frank asked Stefan again, and very intensely: “Do you really want to be fucked by us? We are all positive. You can still leave if one of us is inside you, then all of us and until the end. Make up your mind now. Do you want?" Stefan thought for a moment, then said: “Yes, I want it now. At some point it will happen anyway, now it suits me quite well. Because if it happens during the apprenticeship it doesn't work out so well. " "Okay," said Jefrey, "but then there's no going back now!" It should turn out that Stefan was the born mare without complaining and grumbling, he sunk every cock offered to him completely in the throat, and took it in his willing asshole without a flicker of an eyelid. He also acknowledged the double fuck with a pleasant, enjoyable moan. After this super fuck we went to shower again, which was damn necessary. We finished work and learned that another team was going there on Friday and that we would get a compensation day. I drove to his house with Jefrey because I wanted my clothes. But it turned out differently. Because I stayed with him for the whole 3 days, including dirty sex several times. After a few weeks, fate overtook me, I knew what the flu meant. The four won, but safe sex is no longer an option for me. Incidentally, I now have an open relationship with Jefrey and so do Stefan and Frank. From time to time we also meet four people, or in a different composition. We have now also registered with a bareback portal on the Internet, and keep finding other horny guys.

Did my weekly visit to the heath last night. Looked a bit quiet when I got to the bushes near Jack Straws saw a black guy with his cock out would have been rude to have left it hanging. After sucking him for a while he held my head and pumped his spunk down my throat he thanked me and left. My hole now needed raw cock made my way down the path few guy’s there but needed the fuck tree. After 5mins I got to the opening one sub bent over being fucked with a small group watching I went to his side dropped my joggers hole was pre lubed. After a min the top fucking him started playing with my hole he then moved over to my hole and began tag fucking us. Another top went straight inside the other sub and the top stayed in me after a few mins he grabbed me and pumped his seed inside me and walked away not long after one of the other watchers came didn’t last long but that doesn’t bother me I want multiple cocks but the spunk is all I need. After he’d finished the other sub was sucking one of the guy’s there was a guy in a balaclava at the bin I moved over and felt his bulge hard and thick pushed my head down and savoured his bulge through his jock before hungrily sucking him not long after he pushed me over the bin and rammed straight inside me began furiously fucking me he then unloaded then make me suck him dry his cock was glistening with the other loads so no issues licking if from him. When I got up the other dub had gone but there was a chav looking type and a guy still around. Went back to the tree the chav type came up nothing special but got his load. After a break there was few guy’s just walking around. There was a sub being fucked and 2 guy’s watching him I bent over the log in the dark area making sure I dropped my joggers so his mate could see almost straight away he or his mate came over played with my hole a bit till he was hard and gave a really good fuck the best of the night so far he lasted a good 15mins before I felt a good few squirts counted 7 by the time he pulled out. Didn’t hear anyone and can’t see much in that area so was getting up when a hand on my shoulder lowered me down made me suck him his cock tasted off ass and spunk maybe the top fucking the other sub he got me up and went straight inside after unloading which was a little bit he told me he’d already emptied his balls. When he left I waited a bit but no sound went to the other side the sub was still there I went over and felt his ass felt like he’d been filled a few times dropped down and got my tongue straight inside his tasty hole got as much as I could before moving on. Back at the fuck tree few guy’s around but I went back and had another 4 loads over the next hour. Went and sat down watching around most guy’s just walking around one black guy stopped came over and got his cock out began to suck he was beer can thick was hoping he’d be unloading in my ass after enjoying his meat he got me over the log and eased himself inside me couple of mins later a guy came to the other side of the log and got me to suck him after the black guy finished he got over the log and rammed his meat I remembered him from a few weeks ago rough and bruta after a good 10mins without a word said he grabbed my hips and shot a huge load inside me soon as he was out another one was straight in never heard another guy so after he filled me went quiet again was now 5am in the next couple of hours I had another 4 loads. Having another walk through I was filled by another guy saw a dog walker in the spaced out area I know what some of them are here for. Within 5mins he was balls deep inside me fucking hard and fast until he gave me his load. One last walk around was empty so I left fully satisfied and with a extremely full hole for me to enjoy at home

Like others once a cock is in me, it is the tops choice to cum in me. I do love the top to tell me he is going to cum so I may do what I can to help him. I do enjoy the " I am going to cum in you" as he picks up the pace.

I'm a son who has had his dick sucked by his dad, but I was 30 at the time so I could give full understanding consent. I wanted to suck my dads cock at a much younger age.

Negative. No Prep. Will only have raw cocks in me.

Honestly, not convinced for it. What I know is the Gov doesn't know anything. They don't know how long it incubated, they don't know how much it mutates, they don't know how it spreads. If they did their "harm reduction" would have curbed the viral. Spread. In 2012 it was Swine Flu (H1N1). In 2015 was Avian Flu (H5N2). Both of those presented as "urgent for vaccination" but everyone who got vaccinated still got sick. At that time, my mother (allergic to eggs and bread) was exempt from the vaccinations mandated for employees of a hospital. She was the only one who didn't get sick. Same with my brother (refused vaccination from the school), he didn't get sick but everyone who vaccinated did. Both of These were called serrious health issues. As was SARS & MERS. Now we have a mix of Flu and SARS (Coronavirus-SARS-2). I know it was 20 years to develop the polio vaccination. Even longer for Chicken Pox. Small Pox also took a vaccine and decades of. Use before it "cured" Small Pox. We still haven't cured Cancer, the Common Flu, the Common Cold, or HIV. But somehow, these two untested shots. Are. Suppose to work? For me, I haven't needed a Flu Shot yet ever. However there are many people who do rely on those shots. I'm glad this is worked on, but I. Believe medically this vaccination is in its infancy, and people need to know that. Now that said, for me between my experiences of life that show that at this this time, I don't Need It.

Chapter Two Everett barely made it to class on time, a fact that was not lost on Mr. Blackthorn. Mr. Blackthorn was one of those teachers that should have been a coach. He was wide and muscular, built like a linebacker with arms that looked like they had been sculpted out of stone. The slacks he wore gripped the man's thighs like a second skin, a fact Everett had been paying more and more attention to lately. “Mr. Palmer, if your prowess on the field was comparable to your academic scores, you coming in late wouldn't be an issue.” Everett paused on his way to an empty seat, “Um, what?” The whole class laughed, “If you were as smart as you were athletic then coming in late would be fine. But since you aren't, see me after class.” “Awww shit,” he said, louder than expected and once again the was surrounded by laughter. He found a seat in the back and slid down, hoping not to be noticed. Once Blackthorn had gone back to lecturing his mind wandered to other things. Normally Everett's thoughts were of three different camps. There was baseball, a topic he loved to go around and around in his head about. Everett knew the stats of nearly every major league player in the past five years, with some he could tell you what they hit on a particular night. But it wasn't baseball he was thinking about. There was also food, easily top three. Thought Everett had a body that looked like it had never gone near actual food, the boy ate like it was always his last meal and he wanted to taste everything before he went. His metabolism was famous with his friends, most who were on a low carb, high protein kick to shed the last few pounds to make them truly a beast on the field. On a dare, Everett had wolfed down five double cheeseburgers from Sliders in less than five minutes. Not only had he won that bet but finished his and two orders of fries the guys hadn't touched. He got a ribbon from the owner and everything. But though Everett was starving, food was not on his mind. As his hand snaked under the desk and gave his dick a squeeze, the only thing on his mind was Jack's mouth on his cock. Just thinking about it made his blood rush, quickly followed by a bucket of cold water composed of everything he had been taught growing up. He had been taught that guy on guy stuff was against Jesus and that God was ALWAYS watching so he better make sure when he had sex it was with someone God would approve of. Growing up nearly all of his friends fooled around with him. One look at his dick and even the straightest of guys would bring up jerking off together just to see Everett stroke it. His dad had caught him and a friend in junior high and he had set Everett down and told him, being curious about boys was natural. Growing up he had a group of friends that would get in on circle jerks, a term Everett had his dad explain, and that was fine. What was wrong, again according to his dad, was having actual feelings towards guys. That was a sin and Everett desperately didn't want to sin. Though he had been wondering why sex with a guy is bad but sneaking into a girl's room and fucking her silly was ok. It was too confusing for him so he just focused on erection and the taste of Jack that was still in his mouth. “Everett?” The boy looked up and found the class empty and Mr. Blackthorn looking at him, “Can you pack your stuff up and come down here?” Everett shoved his books and folders into his backpack, noting that he had not touched them the whole class. As he walked towards Mr. Blackthorne glanced down and raised his eyebrow. Everett looked down and the outline of his cock was clear through his jeans. “Shit,” Everett thought, “I knew I should have found a jock to wear!” “Yes, Mr. Blackthorne?” The beefy teacher sat on the edge of his desk, “I'll give you twenty bucks right now if you tell me what today's class was about.” Everett's face reddened in embarrassment. “You can't can you? Can you tell me what we have been covering this week?” “No sir,” the jock mumbled. Sighing the teacher got up, “Look, Mr. Palmer, I accept the fact you are an athlete so your main focus is on the game and keeping in shape but you do know your scholarship depends on you keeping a 2.5 GPA?” Everett nodded. “Do you know what grade you have in this class so far?” Shake of his head. “An F, a complete zero. You turn in assignments late, when you show up to class you are unfocused and if this is any indication I can tell what you're focused on.” Mr. Blackthorn tapped Everett's dick as he spoke. “I-I'm sorry sir,” Everett stammered as he felt his dick start to chub up again. Blackthorn just stood there watching the length of the boy's member slide down the inside of his jeans. Just the fact the older man was watching made it even harder. “If you thought with this head you'd be a genius,” Blackthorn said, again tapping the stiff cock. Everett jerked at the contact and a small stain of precum stained his jeans. “You're going to need to put more into the class and to do that you need a tutor to make up for what you've skipped.” Everett nodded, wishing his dick would go down. “I'll make you a deal, you get out of practice when around 6-7?” “Mostly sir.” “Ok, on the days we don't have class you show up at my house and I'll try to get you up to speed and when you're in class, no playing with this.” Blackthorn now cupped his hand over the width of the swollen cock and Everett's eyes closed and he instinctively leaned into the contact. “You have class right now?” Everett shook his head. “Come into my office,” he said to the boy, still cupping the monster dick. Everett was led into the older man's office, door closed and locked behind him. “You can't walk around like this,” Blackthorn said, popping open the first button on Everett's jeans. “Sir I...” the athlete began to protest when the teacher's hand pressed harder against him. “Shhh...”, another button gone, “Just go with it, you need this.” Everett bit his bottom lip as another button was undone. The boy's cock sprang up, it's thick head smacking his stomach with a solid thud. “Such a healthy boy,” Blackthorn said, slowly stroking the jock's dick. “S-sir...” he said tried to protest again. “Pull up your shirt.” Everett paused, not sure if he should or not. “I said pull it up, boy!” His cock leaked some more as he reacted to the stern tone of voice. Slowly, Everett raised his t-shirt, exposing his tight abs, the definition clearly showing every deep cut. Blackthorn let the donkey dick go and the sound of it slapping against his abs filled the small office. Blackthorn pulled the dick again, leaving a small smear of precum on the hardened ridges of his abs. “Play with your nipples,” the man commanded. Everett looked down in confusion. The teacher let go of the boy's cock, another wet slap against his stomach and pinched the boy's quarter-sized nipples lightly. Everett moaned out loud as a direct line of sex from his nipples to his cock. Not even aware of it Everett fisted his cock and began to slowly stroke it. “Yeah that's it,” Blackthorn said, twisting harder. The pain was one of the most erotic things Everett had felt and he could feel his dick throb in his hand, another glob of precum forming at his tip. Blackthorn saw the drop and leaned forward to lick it off. Everett jumped as he felt the tongue move across his sensitive tip, “S-sir?” he asked The teacher let go of the nipples and said, “Keep playing with your nipples.” Everett released his dick and began to twist his own nipples as the older man put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. Then, leaning forward, Blackthorn engulfed the jock's dick with his mouth, as he moved his finger under the huge, swaying balls. Slowly the teacher spread the boy's legs, opening up his tight, muscular ass. It was the second time his dick was being sucked by a guy today and it was just as exciting as when Jack did it. His mind was flooded with new sensations, his nipples, the mouth and then the finger. Blackthorn slipped his oversized finger into the virgin ass and suddenly Everett was cumming. Load after load spilled out into the teacher's mouth, the overflow of the massive load dripped out of the corner of his mouth. Everett's ass clenched around the finger, as the cum just kept flowing. Part of him wanted to push the digit out, another part wanted it to go deeper. Finally, the spurts slowed and Everett felt his legs go weak from the orgasm. Blackthorn had never swallowed such a load before, but then again he'd never seen a cock on someone so young before. Removing the finger he let Everett step back, jeans around his ankles, swollen, red cock defeating inch by inch. Blackthorn wiped his mouth and smiled as the teen tried to gain focus again. “Better?” he asked. Everett had a dopey grin on his face as he nodded. “Ok then, get out of here, and remember, private tutoring two nights a week.” The athlete nodded again as he pulled his jeans up, tucking his now, soft cock to the side. “T-thank you, sir...” Everett said, not sure if this was something you thanked someone for. “I was young, I remember what it's like to have a dick with a mind of its own.” Everett could understand that. “See you tomorrow night,” the boy said, walking out of the office. He picked up his backpack and wobbled out of the room. Did that just happen? More importantly, did he want it to happen again?

Sometimes I wish the various apps offered a special chat room/area called "Sex Now" that you had to pay extra to enter. You'd have to say upfront if you were willing to host or travel. Everyone had to be willing go live on camera if either party requested it. This is to avoid getting catfished with old pics. Hopefully guys would show their dick and ass. People should probably wear sunglasses and a hat to protect their privacy in case people were taking screen shots with their phone. Let's face it - the way things are currently, it costs nothing to be a flake. If it cost you something, people would (hopefully) be less inclined to waste others' time and their own money and actually try to fuck. This is why bars with darkrooms tend to work well. You actually have to make an effort to travel there and you have to buy a drink. If you're horny too, you're trying to fuck something. @blackdude: I think the reason you have guys hitting you up online after seeing you in the bar is that some men - especially white men - don't want their friends to know they fuck black men. Sad but true in many cases.

Stairway to Heaven or Hell It had been a crappy day. Countless phonecalls, emails and texts and my lazy ass co-workers weren't giving me the info I needed. My boss was asking every hour if I was done with the project plan. It was almost 11pm and I had finally completed the damn thing. I'd thrown one co-worker under the bus, but it was his own fault for being a total jerk by not giving me any information after weeks of asking. My boss had the whole three week long email thread and he could deal with the dick. Now that he had the plan he'd been asking for with only a few "guestimates" from me to fill in the missing data, I could finally relax. I blew the smoke in the air and tossed the miniscule remains of the joint in the glass jar I kept on my table to keep all of those momentos. My cock was throbbing almost as hard as my balls. I needed to blow a three day load and I always preferred it went into a hungry ass rather than my hand. I looked at the apps on my phone and didn't really find anyone online that did it for me. All the bottoms were prep bois except for one that I had hooked up with once before and vowed never again to experience his level of crazy. Just before I was going to give up, I saw a familiar guy pop up. Maybe the last half hour wasn't going to be a complete waste of time. My cock stirred again and I quickly sent off a message. "Quickie?" was all my message to the college bugchaser said. "Cant dad home" he replied. "Sneak out? Stairwell by ur place?" I sent back. "Maybe" he responded immediately. I could tell by the pace of the messages that he needed to get fucked as bad as I wanted to fuck. There was a short pause and then he typed out "dad asleep on couch gimme 10." I typed back "k bring some dirty underwear" as fast as I could. I changed into some loose shorts, a tight muscle shirt and sandals and then grabbed a bottle of poppers and a marker, putting them in the pocket in my shorts. Unlike our previous meets, I figured I didn't need to hide a key or leave my phone at home. I could trust him to just be a greedy cumdump and nothing more nefarious. I took my time going up the stairs and made it up to the 20th floor with a few minutes to spare. Sitting down on a stair leading to the 21st floor I opened up the camera on my phone and set it to video mode. I took a quick test video to see how the lighting was and it looked good. After another minute, I heard the 20th floor door open slowly. College boy poked his head in, looked around and then came in. He was wearing some running shorts, a pair of flipflops and nothing else. In his hand, he had a pair of light blue CK trunks which he raised up as he got in front of me. I took the trunks and stood up, turning around and going up the rest of the half flight to the landing. College boy followed me and I smiled at him as I turned around. "Mind if I grab a video this time?" I asked. "OK but no face shots" he replied, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. My shorts hit the floor a few seconds later. I stepped out of them and took the brown bottle out of the pocket and handed it to him. He took two long breaths from each side of his nose just like a seasoned pro. A moment later I could see the poppers hit him right as I took the bottle back and did a few quick hits myself. Resting my hand on the top of his head, I didn't even need to push down for him to take his position on his knees in front of me. His tongue lapped under the shaft and a few moments later his lips had engulfed my cock. He began with his tongue exploring all over my dick and foreskin. He was going a lot slower than I expected, but it felt really good. He pulled back a bit and with his hand pulled the foreskin back, revealing almost two days worth of sweat, dried piss and cheese. College boy bathed my cock head clean of all the crud before he worked in earnest to make sure my cock was dripping with his spit. I brought his trunks up to my face and breathed in deep. They were full of his scent as well as the smell of dried cum. The moan that came out of him was short, he caught himself and knew that we needed to stay as quiet as possible or all 26 stories were going to know what we were doing. When I thought he had my cock wet enough, I tugged him up by his arm. I stuffed the underwear into his mouth and turned him to the short railing dividing the two concrete staircases. He reached out and braced himself on the railing as I took my place behind him. I yanked his running shorts down and squeezed each side of his firm butt. Spreading his ass cheeks apart, I went in tongue first and had his muscled butt pressing against my scruffy cheeks. College boy knew what he was doing and was working his ass muscles around my tongue while I forced some spit inside. While I like the dominance that spitting on a hole before I fuck it sends, I was trying to keep this quiet. I only rimmed him about a minute, but when I got up there was a nice wet spot on the concrete where my dick had drooled some precum. Guiding my cock back where my tongue was a few moments ago, I pushed my hips in and popped inside him with surprising ease. I quickly wondered if he had been playing with toys or had just been fucked. Either way, it was going to make my job easier and keep him quieter. Slowly I slid in, filling his ass with my potent fuckstick. I got most of the way in and then hit that familiar wall. Retreating just an inch, I slammed back in, plowing right through into the inner chamber. College boy stood there almost motionless, with just the faintest trembling in his body as I stood there with my cock inside him, fully rooted. I heard a light moan come from him while I pulled back and drove my hips forward. My cock slowly fucked him for a few minutes, both of us enjoying the friction only a raw fuck can provide. While plowing my dick in and out, I heard a noise and froze. The sound of one of the doors clanking shut echoed up the stairwell, followed by the fading sound of feet shuffling down the stairs that told me there was nothing to worry about. Rocking my hips again, his hole wasn't really slick like if he had been bred earlier, just lubed a little from my spit and precum. At this point I figured he had been working his hole with a dildo or something. It felt fucking awesome, with a good amount of friction and just a little lube. He was getting sloppier but it was my pre that was adding a little more slickness with each stroke. My cock drove in firmly but not quite all the way in. I was trying to balance a good hard fuck and one that wouldn't wake the neighbors. I yanked my cock out and shoved three fingers in, twisting them back and forth for a few moments and shoved my dick back in. College boy groaned, not loudly but I could feel it with my hands which were now wrapped around his neck. Thrusting in, I watched my hips bounce off his ass and then I remembered my phone. I let go of his neck and Leaned over, my cock slipping from his ass but college boy just stood there waiting for more. I aimed my phone's camera at his ass and drove my cock slowly back inside. You could hear his muffled groan again as I pushed through his inner ring and bottomed out. I held there a moment and then began pumping again. I remembered why I hated videoing fucks, I really wanted to get the best fuck out of a bottom rather than pretend I'm Quentin Tarantino or Michael Lucas. The longer I fucked, the shakier the phone got. I pounded him harder and harder and he just braced himself better, spreading his legs a little bit wider. Slamming in, I then slowly pulled my cock out, the video showing his gaping hole slowly close after my cock had fully moved away. Holding the shot on his pussy, I shoved back in and hammered a minute before I couldn't hold back any more. I'm sure if you looked at it from below, you could watch my cock pulse as each rope of diseased cum shot into college boy's fertile tunnel. He could feel each throb of my cock while I shot my seed inside. On my second shot I felt his outer ring start to squeeze and release it's grip around my shaft. For me, there's no better feeling than dumping my cum inside a good bottom and fucking the cum out of him at the same time. I know some tops don't care if a bottom gets off or even make sure they don't, but I love the feeling of a guy milking every drop out of my dick as he orgasms. Hopefully, he was dumping the last of his neg seed on the stairs as my cock delivered the next wave of viral warriors that would claim his body. A few more thrusts and I pumped a few last spurts of charged seed inside him. My phone was still recording and I wanted to capture the cum drip out of the hole that I had just inseminated. When his ass gave one last squeeze, I leaned back slowly and zoomed in at his battered hole. There was no doubt that his hole was filled with cum, but to emphasize what type, I reached back and grabbed the marker from my shorts. Aiming the camera just above his ass, I pulled the cap off with my teeth and wrote "Pozzed" before I tossed the marker on my shorts. I slammed in one more time, burying every inch of my shaft inside. He wasn't expecting it and groaned around the gag in his mouth. Pressing the button and ending my recording, I dropped my phone on my shorts and stood back up. I gripped his torso, pulling him back against my chest and feeling the sweat on his back soak into my tee. "That's your third charged load and I've never fucked a guy more than three times" I whispered into his ear. College boy whimpered while I pulled the trunks from his mouth and then whimpered a little louder when I slipped my cock out of his ass. Using his trunks, I wiped my dick off and stuffed them back in his mouth. I pulled my own shorts on and made sure I had my phone and poppers before going down a few steps. I turned and looked up at him and saw he was staring back at me with a worried look. "Don't forget the plug. You don't want to lose any of that hot load" I said before going down a few more steps. "Oh, and you probably don't want to run around shirtless until you get the marker off your back" I added with a chuckle. Turning again, I jogged down the stairs to my floor.

Older, Not Wiser The show on the TV ended and the next episode looked pretty lame, so I turned off the TV and picked up the laptop to do a little surfing. I hit most of my usual hookup sites and had a couple emails at a few of them. There was one from the older guy and I opened it first. "sorry for not replying sooner, been busy. Yes, I'm sure. You up for meeting?" the message read. I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with an older vanilla guy, but I figured it was worth getting a little more info. "maybe. u on prep?" I sent back. The little green dot next to his profile told me he was online and I wondered if I would get a reply back. It was only a couple minutes and I heard the "ding." "What's that?" he had replied. I chuckled to myself wondering just how experienced this guy was. "a drug" I replied, being intentionally vague. Less than a minute later I had his reply. "I don't do any drugs other than pot on rare occasions. Do you?" he asked. I shook my head and laughed. I responded "pot 4 me 2." I knew this guy was in way over his head and yet my cock got hard thinking about dumping a toxic load or two inside him and letting fate decide what happens. Once he was poz he could become the sex pig he's always wanted to be. I hadn't gotten another message, so I sent one "when u want to meet?" A few other sites didn't generate any interest and I was about to give up when I got a message back from the older guy (phnx469). "Sorry, wife interrupted. meet @ 6pm?" he said. This was getting more interesting. Was this guy yet another married bi guy craving poz dick? I sent back "ok. where?" and he answered right away "20th floor by elevators." Chuckling to myself I wondered if he was college boy's dad. Yeah, there were over a dozen other condo's on the floor, but it was really hot to think I might have a chance at knocking up a real father and son. Coming back to reality, I replied back "u going 2b alone?" "Yes. Wife n kid will be shopping" he replied. I licked my lips and typed out "ok." With a few hours to kill I watched some porn and then showered. While he wanted to meet at the elevators, I took the stairs instead. I felt a little more winded than normal for climbing nine flights, but put it down to my more sedentary life locked up at home and with fucking my only real exercise. "Gonna have to come up with a workout schedule I can do at home" I thought as I opened the door. Looking down the hallway, I spotted someone near the elevators and walked calmly towards them. As I approached he seem startled that I didn't come via the elevator. I wasn't really sure that it was him since the pictures were of a smooth guy and I could see chest hair popping out of his tank top. His legs showed a decent amount of hair on them below his jogging shorts and he had several days growth on his face. "Phoenix?" I said quietly and he nodded. One thing I don't like is guys sending out pictures that are either old or different on how they look. A new piercing or tattoo is fine, but 30 pounds heavier or like in this case, much hairier, is deceptive advertising. He said "Follow me" and started walking down the hall. He wasn't walking towards college boy's condo, so another fantasy was gone and I tried to figure out what I was going to do. One option was to turn and go back the way I came but that seemed like a cowardly way to end this. I followed him down the hall and was surprised when he opened the door to the other stairwell. As soon as we got inside, I put my hand on his shoulder and said "Stop." Phnx469 seemed to be surprised. In a hushed tone I said "What's the deal? Your pictures don't really look like what I see right now and you aren't even naked yet." He stared back at me a moment, looking confused. I flicked my finger over the tufts of hair poking over the neckline of his tank top. "Oh that. Yeah, my wife wanted me to shave my body hair and that's when the pictures were taken that I used on the site" Phnx469 said. Pushing him against the wall, moving about six inches nose to nose and no where near a good social distance, I looked him in the eyes telling him "Dude, that's not cool. I don't mind hairy guys but you clearly are showing a smooth guy on your profile. What else is totally wrong?" He was nervously shaking and I saw him try to speak, but nothing was coming out. On the third try he mumbled "Nnnnnothing. That's the only thing that changed. I... I... I hated shaving it all the time." I realized that I may have given him that "try kinkier stuff" goal accidentally by getting a little dominant with him. That wasn't my intent, but it helped get my point across and I told him firmly "OK, that's your one and only fuck-up. If anything else doesn't check out, I'm gonna be outta there and you're never getting another chance. Understand?" He nodded and I backed up, letting him get by and head down the stairs. We only went down one floor and ended up going into apartment 19J. I looked around and chuckled to myself, thinking I was suddenly in some grandmother's apartment. Lace was everywhere - on tables, on the curtains and on the 'art' on the wall. All of the furniture looked like it had been stolen out of Queen Victoria's castle. I hoped it was his wife's style choice but at least one of these pieces was probably going to have a cum stain or two on it soon. I gently guided him towards the sofa and told him to strip. "Bed?" he asked and I said "Nah, this looks like a better place. I can watch the door in case anyone comes home." "Let me get a towel" he then said. I chuckled and told him "Just don't make a mess and you'll be ok" before I put my hand on the back of the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. I raised my foot and pushed them the rest of the way to the floor as I said "Suck me quick before I see how that cheating ass of yours is." It wasn't a bad blowjob but nothing that was going to make me shoot right away. He knew how to do it, unlike a lot of straight or bi guys, he was just nervous sucking cock in his living room in full sight of the door. I rested my hand on the back of his head, which got him to take more of my stiffening cock into his mouth. He was struggling with the thickness but was doing a good job of keeping his teeth off my shaft. Wrapping both hands around the back of his head, I eased my cock deeper until it hit the back of his throat. He began gagging right away but I held it there a few moments before letting up and allowing him to breathe. "Oh fuck! I don't know if I can take that" he gasped out. "Oh, you will. If not down your throat then up your neg ass" I replied, pushing back in. It went deeper this time and I gave a little shove just before I pulled my cock out. He stood there staring at my spit covered cock and then looked up at my eyes. I knew he was having second thoughts but at this point I was committed. Unless he was a really bad fuck, he was going to get fucked and loaded up with my special DNA. Rubbing my cock over his lips as he looked up at me, I wanted to feel his tight pussy stretching around my cock. Letting go of his head, I grasped his arm and pulled him to his feet, turning him around and giving a gentle push to the corner of the sofa. He kneeled on the floral fabric cushion, bracing one hand on the arm and one on the back of the sofa. I knelt down and pried his hairy ass cheeks apart, pressing my face in between and rimming his hole. He was clean but there was the faint taste of lube so I didn't dig my tongue in any deeper. I forced some spit in though and based on the quivering of his sphincter he was relaxing a bit. "Perfect" I thought to myself and stood up, dragging my cock along the spread crevice until it found it's next target. Pulling the rest of my foreskin back, I pushed the dripping tip inward until I felt it give. Phnx469 started to groan loudly so I leaned forward and put my hand over his mouth. "Fuck, you're tight. Relax or this is really gonna hurt" I whispered in his ear. Adding more pressure, the further in I went the louder he yelled. My hand muffled some of it but I was glad we were not in the bedroom near the neighbor's apartment. I gave the side of his head a whack with my other hand and said "Relax, damnit!" His grip on my shaft loosened a little and I got another few inches in. "Is this the first bare poz cock you've taken?" I asked. "Mmhmm" he groaned out. "Good, then let's make this a memorable fuck" I replied, rocking my hips back and forth. I plowed a minute or two and then pulled almost out and dripped some more spit on my cock. He probably had everything setup in the bedroom, lube and maybe even condoms on the night stand, towel on the bed and maybe even a hidden camera to record the deed. But I was going to do this my way. Thrusting my hips, I went back to slowly plowing his tight hole and opening him up. He stayed still and while tense, he wasn't fighting my dick. I don't know if he got tired or relaxed more but after a couple more minutes his hole loosened its grip slightly so I could drive in easier and faster. The groans and grunts from him also had a less strained tone to them so I uncovered his mouth and moved both hands to his shoulders. It gave me a good stance to fuck him harder. I still hadn't given him all of my cock, it kept bumping into his inner ring and making him grunt but I hadn't broken through yet. Moving back a few inches, I changed my angle of attack and started digging the head of my cock in different directions. I knew the second I hit his prostate from his loud moan and the quivering of his sphincter around my cock. Surely he was leaving a nice wet patch of precum all over his wife's flowered couch. His cock wasn't the only one that was flowing precum. His hole was getting juicy and giving off those sloppy pussy sounds I love to hear. Part of me wanted to keep fucking him until his family came home and found him getting fucked by a stranger but I didn't want to deal with the drama. I drilled him harder for a few more minutes and then slowed down. I looked over his shoulder and on the table next to the couch was a picture of him, a woman and a teenage boy. "That your family?" I asked, grinding my hips on his ass. "Yeah" he said with a worried tone. I just chuckled and began thrusting again, turned on by him looking at his wife and kid while some stranger barebacked his cheating cunt. My balls started to tingle and I knew it was time to fill him up with my tainted seed. Shoving in hard, I broke past the inner ring and phnx469 let out a loud yelp. I dragged my cock slowly back and rammed in again garnering a painful "Oh fuck!" One more shove and I couldn't hold it in any more. The first few spurts fired off as I was shoving in and the next few were planted deep inside him. He moaned out another "Oh fuck!" while I growled breathlessly "Take that fuckin' poz load!" Each throb of my cock pumped more virus filled semen into his ass and it felt damn good. Rolling my hips a few times as the last few shots of cum pumped out made sure that his guts were painted with a thick coating of my cum. We stayed connected for a couple minutes until we were both breathing normally and my cock had started to soften. Slowly, I pulled out and saw a glob of dark pink cream run out of his stretched out hole, off his balls and on to the cushion of the couch below. As I backed away, he slowly stood up, his cock still hard and dripping the last remnants of his neg load. The back corner of the sofa cushion was wet and creamy as well as the seat cushion where he dripped while I fucked him. The scent of cum permeated the air and I knew he was going to have a hell of a cleanup job before his family got home. I picked up my shorts and put them on, grabbing his shorts and mopping the sweat off my face. Tossing his shorts at him, I started walking to his front door. "Thanks, man. You got a good ass and I'm sure that won't be the last poz dick you take" I said over my shoulder. Opening the door, I began walking down the hallway to the stairs at the other end. Just after I passed the elevators, the car arrived and out walked a woman and her son. They both headed in the other direction and I almost burst out laughing. Phnx469 wasn't going to have time to clean up the mess on the couch and he might not even have any clothes on. He really was going to have an interesting evening.

Definitely want it as deep as possible in my very willing ass. A hot load of toxic cum would be perfect lube for the next cock (or cocks) to fuck my ass. Of course I always suck cocks to get them hard so they can fuck me, but I do so want all their poisonous cum deep in my ass. And I'd love taking infected loads on a regular basis too.

I thought about nothing else for the entire three weeks, after all, I was not gay. I had a girlfriend and everything. Something about being exposed in front of these two Men is what made me pick up that Telephone. I called Dr. Rockwell's office to make my appointment. Nurse Ted was the one to answer the phone. All of the times I was there he and Dr. Rockwell seemed to be the only ones in the office. I explained to Nurse Ted that I was fine and didn't think I "needed" to come back. Secretly, I wanted to. I am not a fag. But I had to admit, the exam I had last time made me wonder a lot. As soon as nurse Ted realized who was calling, he told me, that Dr. Rockwell would insist that I return to make sure the antibiotic that he had prescribed did it's job. I arrived at the 5 pm and found the office empty. Nurse Ted was very friendly and put me at ease right away. He finished some papers he was working on and then came around and locked the Outside door. "You're the last patient of the day" Then he then ushered Me into the same exam room. Just strip to your shorts and we'll begin. He didn't give me a paper gowned to wear this time. He then busied himself while I got ready. I stripped down to my white briefs, and sat on the edge of the exam table. Nurse Ted turned back to me and took my blood pressure. He told me to lay back. I felt him pull my briefs down and off. The wild exam started at this time. He had me pull my legs to my chest and inserted a well-lubricated thermometer up my ass. It was cold. He smiled down at me, but didn't really talk. I diverted my eyes away, out of embarrassment. I tried not to let it happen, but thinking about the last time I was there and all that was happening now, I felt my cock grow. Soon, it had reached its full 6". I think Nurse Ted was pleased. For soon after I was erect, he slowly removed the thermometer. Nurse Ted had me lower my legs. Doctor Rockwell, will be with you in a moment. He said as he helped me sit back up at the end of exam table. With that he left the room. I folded my hands across my groin. There was a slight knock on the door and Dr. Rockwell walked in. "Well, how you doing today, Steven?" He asked. He extended his hand and shook mine. Of course I had to expose my naked cock and balls as I did that. I was embarrassed. "I am doing good, Doctor, I told the nurse I didn't think I really didn't need to come in," I said looking up at him. His eyes' as a mentioned before were sky blue. He also had a very warm and comforting smile. I have to admit, it made my heart beat faster. He smiled at me. "Well, I think it is best to check you out. Bladder infections can be tricky. Also, I was concerned about the enlarged prostate. Young men like you shouldn't really have that condition." He added. "Today's exam will be a little different". He started in. "We will need a urine sample. Of course your STD test came back negative, as we suspected." He added. I was only thinking of the urine sample. I dreaded the catheter. "Have you had any trouble peeing once the antibiotics took effect?" He asked. "No, Sir everything seems fine" I stated. As I sat there I thought back to my last visit. While I don't consider myself gay. The things that Dr. Rockwell did to me sure were. I was not even sure why I had come back. I wanted to think that it was because he told me to. Also, the implied threat of showing the videos to someone he made at the end of the last visit was in the back of my mind. No, it was none of that. I came back because I wanted to know if the first visit was just a fluke. "Have you have any trouble with erections?" he asked. I was taken back a little by this personal question. "No, sir." I said sheepishly. You have to remember. I was only 18 and this was 1980; people just weren't as open about sex. Nurse Ted came into the exam room. He carried a tray covered with a green cloth. "Well let's begin, shall we?" Dr. Rockwell stated, not really a question. "Please lay back on the exam table, Steven." He demanded. I lay down, leaving my hands at my side. Dr. Rockwell took a syringe off the tray and came toward me. He stood next to the exam table. As he reached over me, he told me to roll onto my side toward him. I did as instructed. Resting on my side facing the door. Nurse Ted at this time turned on the exam light and then turned off the overhead light. I also noticed for the first time, that there were several red lights that also came on in the ceiling. "This will help relax you for the exam we are doing today, Steven." He stated. I felt a sharp jab as he injected me with something. It took only a moment or two for me to feel the effects of the shot. My head was a little cloudy. I guess today, I would describe it as having a few drinks. I really was relaxed. Dr. Rockwell rolled me back over on my back. He told me to just rest for a minute. He and nurse Ted were talking in whispers. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I didn't really care. Nurse Ted loomed overhead and asked how I was doing. I don't remember answering him. I remember him smiling. I was embarrassed, as I lay there naked in front of him and Dr. Rockwell. I remember watching as the two Men worked around the room. The Lamp was repositioned over my groin. My limp boy cock began to stir as my mind wondered. I knew it was so much smaller then theirs. I was a late bloomer and didn't even grow any hair down there until the year before. My legs were still pretty smooth. I had a little bit of blond hair in my pits. My pubes were also, light blond and sparse. Nurse Ted pulled out the Stirrups. He repositioned me closer to the end of the exam table and placed my legs in them one at a time. He also fastened some leather straps to hold my legs in place. He also fastened my hands in restraints as before. Last he lifted the table back so my head and shoulders were elevated slightly. So I lay there with my ass hanging off the table again. This time I didn't really care. Oh, I was red with embarrassment, but didn't care. Dr. Rockwell stood next to the table. He lifted my penis and stroked it a couple of times. It was then I realized he was talking to me. My mind was in such a fog. "Steven, I will need to examine your penis and testicles very closely, so I am going to have Nurse Ted shave the area." He stated. I smiled, not even protesting. I wondered briefly what I was going to tell my friends at school when I was stripped down in the locker room. It was a fleeting thought. Soon Nurse Ted had clippers and trimmed down my soft pubes. He then lathered me up and shaved me clean. I remember smiling the whole time. I also developed a huge boner during this procedure. My face was also red. The two Men talked about me as if I wasn't there. Even the slight trace of my treasure trial had been removed. I looked like a twelve-year-old boy; buy the time Ted was done. He had also got down between my legs and shaved the area there. So my ass was completely smooth. Dr. Rockwell came along side of the table again. "Ready to start?" he asked. I nodded. I knew what was coming. He had the bag that contained the sterile catheter. He injected some red stuff into my piss slit. That as I remember helped numb area. Then he slowly inserted the rubber tube up into my cock. I actually felt it as it entered my bladder. Of course no piss came out. He had the tube clamped off. He again used a small syringe to inflate the catheter, to hold it in place. My boner was hard as stone. I was surprised that he could catheterize me that way. Dr. Rockwell stroked my prick a couple of times, as he smiled down at me. He returned to the tray for a moment and then came back. Dr. Rockwell positioned himself between my legs. He told me the Nurse Ted would be taking some pictures of the procedure. I was about to protest. He cut me off. "This is important for medical research". He stated. I noticed he had rubber gloves on his hands and then proceeded to examine my anus. He slowly poked his gloved, but lubed finger into my butt. My dick was pointing to the ceiling with the rubber end of the catheter hose sticking out. Each time he rubbed my prostate, my dick would twitch. He told me to just relax. I tried to, but how does one do that with someone poking his butt hole? Nurse Ted took several pictures of my boy dick and what Dr. Rockwell was doing. I was so humiliated. I noticed Nurse Ted placing the enema bag next to the table. I dreaded having to take another embarrassing enema in front of these men. Once my hole was lubed. Dr. Rockwell inserted the enema tube in my ass. I am not sure what this is called, but the one he used is pretty fat and once it goes in, a little bulb is inflated inside my butt and another outside, so it is held firm. Once in place, he started the flow. I felt the warm sudsy water stream into my ass. He sat between my legs looking directly at my cock and balls. He rubbed my lower stomach to keep me from cramping too much. I was made to take the whole bag. I thought that was a lot for an 18-year-old boy. After all I was only about 5'9", not all that tall. I think I only weighed about 140 at that time. The bag was finally empty. I remember the cramps. It was really bad. I wanted to shit this out as soon as possible. The tube he had inserted was pretty big. About the size of a quarter, so he was able to remove the hose from the bag and place it in a pail on the floor. This was the same procedure as last time. My dick stayed hard during this whole procedure. Once he released the tube my ass started to drain. Right in front of these two men. Soon, he had me cleaned out. He then brought out a proctoscope. Something I had never seen before. It was a very long tube and is inserted deep into the rectum. This procedure was uncomfortable. He slowly inserted this long tube as it worked its way up inside me. I could feel this snake up through my bowels. It was not painful, but still weird. Nurse Ted took pictures of this also. The flash must have gone off 10 times. He made sure he got my naked, hairless cock and balls in each one. Dr. Rockwell finished with this part of the exam. I was glad it was over. He left the proctoscope inside me. I must have looked funny, lying there with a tube up my teen ass and one inserted in my cock. With shaved pubes and all. I remained hard during this whole procedure. Out of the corner of my eye that Ted had stripped. He was wearing just a jockstrap. Dr. Rockwell said nothing. I looked at Ted's impressive bulge. He filled out that jock very well. My dick really started to throb. I needed relief. I couldn't move. My hands were held firm to the table. Nurse Ted stood down by my legs, in plain view. He stroked his dick through that jockstrap. I wished it were my hand that was stroking him. No, I didn't think that, I was straight! Dr. Rockwell told him to remove the catheter and get me ready for the next part of the exam. He then left the room. As soon as the Doctor left. Nurse Ted open up the Catheter and let my piss flow. After that he deflated the bulb and let the rubber hose slid from my piss slit. It felt great having that out of there. Then he started to remove the proctoscope. I felt that deep in me as it wormed it's way out. Soon he had pulled the whole thing from my ass. He then wiped my Cock, Balls, and Ass with a cool damp cloth. It felt great. I was surprised my ass didn't hurt. He then stood between my legs and pulled his jockstrap down and started to stroke his huge Man dick. I was impressed. He was a good 8" long and pretty fat. He just looked at my boy ass and jacked his dick. He smiled at me. He then stepped forward and lubed up my butt hole again. He didn't not give me a hit from that brown bottle like last time. He started to slip his huge cock into my boy hole. It hurt like hell. I tried to take it. But it was too big. I wanted to scream but didn't. He had just put the head of his huge cock into my asshole. I felt as if I was being split in two. I told him that I needed that brown bottle. He smiled at me, "No, you're going to learn to take a man's cock without that!" That statement brought me home. I was taking a man's cock in my ass. I was being cornholed! The guys at school would have thought I was a fag. He reached up and pinched my nipples slightly. I closed my eyes. This was fantastic. Once I was calm, he jerked his hips in and buried that huge fuck tool deep in my ass. He started to fuck my no so virgin hole. As he did he traded off jacking my dick and pinching my nipples. I know longer cared about the pain, the humiliation, or for that matter what anyone thought. I groaned. He asked me how I liked his big dick up my boy hole. I told him to stop, that I wasn't a fag. He laughed at me. I finally accepted what was happening and told him I needed to get off also. He smiled again saying that Dr. Rockwell wouldn't like it if I got off this soon. He took his hands away from my dick, leaving me high and dry. He grabbed my upper thighs and pulled me onto his dick. He now had slammed his prick in as far as it would possibly go. My dick was rock hard. Leaking like a faucet. Ted pumped into my ass a couple more times. Then all of a sudden slammed back in once more and stayed there. He unloaded his load deep into my ass. I know he deposited his sperm about 8 inches up my rectum. I was his bitch, talking his seed, like a horny high school slut. I closed my eyes to the idea of being anyone's slut. I remembered from last time that I came without touching myself. I was so close to doing that now. But, Ted was finished with me and wouldn't let me get off. He withdrew his dick and quickly cleaned up my butt hole. He slid his jock back up and left me lying there. I wanted to jack my dick so bad. I actually tried to grab it. I totally forgot that they maybe Video taping everything. I must have looked like a mad dog. Dr. Rockwell came back in soon after Nurse Ted finished with me. "I see we're all set for the next part of the exam. He pulled on another pair of rubber gloves and sat down between my legs. He had some white lube that he put all over his right hand. He inserted two fingers into my butt. He started to move them around. Pushing in and out. I groaned. "You like this don't you Steven?" He asked. "Yes, sir" I said. He started to work a third finger in my ass. Nurse Ted came back into the room, again. He stood behind me and reached down and played with my nipples again. Soon, Dr. Rockwell had four fingers massaging my rectum I was now groaning a lot. They asked me how I like this. I was embarrassed to tell them, but I begged them not to stop. Dr. Rockwell started working his four fingers in and out of my boy hole. He then nodded to Ted. Ted opened a bottle of poppers and placed them under my nose. I inhaled deeply. I was so turned on. I looked down at Dr. Rockwell. I watched in amazement as he tucked his thumb into his palm and pushed his hand slowly into my ass. Turning it and twisting slowly as he put pressure to get inside. Nurse Ted put the brown bottle under my nose again and I inhaled deep. He did both nostrils this time. My head started to really swim. I must have really relaxed. Dr. Rockwell's hand popped into my ASS! I mean it was all the way into me. I was amazed. I couldn't believe that someone could actually put their hand in someone's ass like this. After all he was a Doctor, and knew what he was doing. He was telling me that entrance to the rectum is just a muscle and would stretch. I trusted him so completely. Besides if it felt this good, who's to complain. I could actually feel his fist deep inside as he rotated and worked it around. Nurse Ted gave me another hit then was by my side. I saw a flash as he started to take pictures of getting fist fucked. My shaved pubes and hard dick sticking straight up. I wanted release so bad. I begged them to let me jack off. They both laughed at this. "Should we give him a break?" Dr. Rockwell said with a smile. My dick was harder then it had ever been. It was leaking river of precum on my belly. I looked funny, shaved and all. With the Doctors hand up my ass. Nurse Ted gave me another hit of poppers and then released my hands. Right away, I grabbed my dick and stroked it. "Yeah, Steve, stroke that little boy dick" Nurse Ted said. "Come on, work that little cock!" Dr. Rockwell added. "I want to see you pump your boy juice all over your belly!" he added. I knew I was close. The fist in my ass was opening and closing. I was out of my mind with excitement. "Oh, shit, I am going to --. Ccc uuu mmm-.." I screamed. I think I only jacked my boy dick about 3 or 4 times after that. My load shot out of my cock. I mean it shot over my head and hit the wall behind me. I must have spurted 7 or 8 times. Each time my ass contracted, it would shoot out more juice. As I was coming down, Dr. Rockwell with drew his hand slowly from my ass. I looked down at my shaved pubes and noted all the spunk on my chest and belly. The expression, I came in buckets seemed to apply here. "You rest for a few minutes Steven" Dr. Rockwell said. He then took off the gloves and left the room again. Nurse Ted started to clean me up. He took a cool washcloth and wiped me down. Then got between my legs and cleaned my butt. He took his time as he did this. I noticed for the first time he was completely naked. His dick was almost as big soft as when he was hard. It swung between his legs as he worked. I was impressed. I think he noticed me looking at him. I unconsciously licked my lips a couple of times. "I see your still hungry for more" he stated. I wasn't sure what he meant. But as soon as he finished up he pulled a stool over and stood on it. His cock was now inches from my face. He stood there with his hands on his hips. I was curious and reached up and took a hold of his huge penis. I licked my lips again. He noticed. "Go ahead, suck it!" he demanded. I sucked his prick as deep into my mouth as I could. I started to bob up and down on his dick. He told me once or twice to watch the teeth. I had my mouth stretched so far open, trying to take as much of him as I could. I had just gotten off, yet I wanted to devour that big cock. I sucked him as deep as I could. Gagging several times. With out realizing it. Dr. Rockwell had returned. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was also naked. His dick was hard and sticking out in front of him. He got between my splayed legs and rubbed my boy pussy with some lube. Then he lubed his cock and slowly entered me. It didn't really hurt this time. I don't think it ever did go down from the high I had experienced a few minutes before. Dr. Rockwell had opened me up good. He started to fuck me hard. My own cock was like steel. I don't know what got into me. But I wanted this. I wanted these men to fuck their loads into my body. Ted was first. Even though he had gotten off before, he came first. He tensed up and I felt the first wave of his load blast into my throat. I was startled and had no choice but to swallow his load. I was surprised it didn't taste all that bad. It was kind of bitter, yet sweet. I loved the taste. He shot maybe 4 or 5 times. He pulled out fast and jacked his dick the last few spurts. I looked down and saw Dr. Rockwell's cock pumping in and out of my ass. I was amazed. His cock was almost as big as his fist. I know my hand never would have fit around it. I was taking this huge dick and enjoying every moment. I saw the sweat glisten off his chest. He had a hairy chest and was very tan. He had a great build. I felt like a little kid next to him. I was a boy, he was a man. (The shaved pubes didn't help) <grin> He was slamming into my ass. Nurse Ted got down off the stool and dropped his head into my lap. He sucked my prick down his throat. I had never received head before. The sensation was out of this world. I watched as his head bobbed up and down on my dick. I couldn't do anything but lie there and take it. Not that I wanted it to stop. I wanted this to last forever. Dr. Rockwell started to pump in shorter strokes. I knew he was close. I felt my balls pull up about the same time. I tried to warn Ted. But he didn't listen. He bobbed his head even faster. Like a man on a mission. He wanted my boy load. I started to give it to him. I blasted into his mouth. 3-4 shots. My dick is super sensitive right after I get off. He realized this and pulled off right away. He pumped my little pecker only a few times after I shot. "Oh, yea, shoot that load, Steven-. I can feel your ass clutch my cock!" Dr. Rockwell hissed. Mean while, my butt was getting the pounding of it's young life. Dr. Rockwell was pumping like a madman in my hole. I knew he was close. I was ready for this to be over with. His body tensed up and he unloaded a huge load deep in my ass. I could feel the sperm as he ejaculated deep in my rectum. He shot several times in my ass. He with drew his cock and sat back on the chair behind him. I could still see his cock. It was huge. To this day, I don't know how I ever took him. Nurse Ted quickly cleaned me up. He helped me dress. Before I knew it, I was in my car driving home. My Parents never did get a bill for those two office visits. It was at that time I decided to become a Doctor. I had many more encounters with these two, and even ended up working with them in the office during the summers in College.

I don't have a dog in this hunt, and I don't covet any tops. I was just reacting to you going after "the colonies" as I'm from one myself. 😉

The end of the story: Chapter 3. After So I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but enjoyed the feeling. I had slept late, but the house was silent. It turns out the family was at church. I was glad they didn’t wake me up. I got up and headed to the bathroom and got ready for a much needed shower. That’s when I noticed the marks on my ass. Looking in the mirror I counted seven hash marks like someone had been keeping score. I then remembered they had been using a marker on me- each guy who fucked me had left a mark. I also finally realized my hole was leaking. What the hell? I went back to the bedroom and looked at the sheets. There was definitely a stain where I had been sleeping. I bent down to look closer and smelled the familiar scent of cum. Those guys had been fucking me bare! I was stunned. But somehow I was also turned on. After all, I had been fantasizing about taking raw cock for a while now. But I had always thought that if I actually took that plunge it would be a much more gradual thing, and that I would have some control over it. I grabbed the sheets off the bed and hurried back to the bathroom for a shower. I tried to wash off the marks on my ass, but they didn’t come off. The cum washed off, though. I quickly got dressed and started a load of laundry with those sheets. I was dressed and folding the laundry when my family finally got home after church and lunch. My mind was racing- do I contact the guy who took me home- the guy I had thought of as Sir? Could I find his place again? What would I say to him? I don’t know why, but I had an impulse to take a picture of my ass. I had to leave the next day to start my trip back home, so packing and visiting with family distracted me. I ended up leaving the next morning without really thinking about it again. It was mostly easy to put it all out of my mind. Work got very busy, one friend was going through a crappy break-up, another friend ended up in the hospital from a car accident, life generally got in the way. But sometimes at night the dungeon and all those men I never even really saw came back to mind. Why had I been so careless and stupid? Why was I getting hard when I remembered what happened even though I felt angry and scared at the same time? Other times I just refused to think about it. But after a while it hit me. I got sick. Not horribly sick, more like the flu. And then I remembered reading about “fuck flu” being a sign of being positive. Damn. So I got tested. Sure enough the result came back positive. I went through every emotion about it you can imagine before coming to terms with it. As time passed I could look back and see what had happened. I was sure the man who picked me up at the bar had seen my profiles- all of them most likely. He must have recognized me from the normal ones with my face pics, and also made the connection with the darker, more anonymous ones. He had seen me as a chaser before I had admitted it to myself. I had wanted it, or had at least subconsciously known it would happen if I acted on my fantasies. And it would not have been long before I did in fact act on them. His actions had only brought the inevitable result faster. I ended up hooking up with other poz men. I found a great freedom in barebacking. My status became part of my inner identity and I even felt some pride in it. The marks left by that permanent marker eventually wore off, of course. But I remembered I had taken a picture. I found it on my phone and stared at it for a while. Some of the poz guys I had become buddies with had gotten tattoos that indicated their status- scorpions, biohazard symbols. Those weren’t really for me, but this mark was more personal, and it felt right. I took my picture to a local tattoo artist and those hash marks really did become permanent. Three years later I was back visiting my family again. I went back to that same bar. Was I looking for that guy? Probably. I had changed in many ways. I was positive, but I had not yet gone on any kind of meds. I still felt very healthy, in fact I was more healthy since I had also started working out. I had adopted a more scruffy appearance. I looked and felt like a man, not the 30 year old boy who had been in that bar before. It was leather night at the bar, and I had come wearing boots, cap, and chaps. They had a clothing check, so I decided to take off my jeans and t-shirt and wear just the chaps. I think I looked pretty hot. I looked in the mirror in the restroom and said, “Yeah, I’d fuck me.” That was another change since becoming poz. I was less bottom boy and more versatile man. I left the restroom and that’s when I saw him. He looked the same, even wearing those same sunglasses. He was looking the other way when I walked over to him. I said hi. He turned toward me and nodded in response. “You look really hot,” I said. He smiled and said, “You’re a hot fucker yourself, man. What’s up? Have I seen you here before?” “Maybe,” I said. “So you like what you see?” He chuckled- now I was certain it was him. I would never forget that laugh. “Of course- what’s not to like?” I smiled. “You should see my tattoo,” I said. “Oh yeah?” He took a drink from his beer as I turned around to show him the marks on my ass. He just stared at it, then I saw the light come on in his mind as he figured it out. “Fuck, man, the last time I saw something like that is was from a marker ink, not tattoo ink.” I looked him right in the eye for what seemed like minutes. I could tell his mind was racing. He must have been wondering what I was doing there, why I had showed him my tattoo, was I angry, was I going to start trouble? I admit I enjoyed it. In fact I enjoyed it so much a smile began to break out on my face. “You changed my life,” I said. “You gave me what I wanted before I admitted it to myself.” I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. I felt him sigh as his arms folded around me. We ended up talking most of the night. He told me it had all started with dungeon parties. He and some friends had all tested positive and they had begun to find guys out there chasing the bug. One thing lead to another, and it turned into pozzing parties, always pozzing someone they had identified as a real chaser. I was the second guy they had gangbanged in that way. I was the only one who got the permanent marker. There had only been two others after me, both had actively sought them out. They realized a rumor had spread, and many of the guys had been scared off. He himself had been fully disclosing and only fucking bare with other poz guys. Yes, I did learn his name, and yes I did go back with him to his dungeon where we both got a recharge from each other. His ass was hot and tight and I left the biggest load of my life up in there. I have a new job now back in my home town. I didn’t move back in with my parents, though. I moved in with Sir. Dungeon parties have started back up with some hot bdsm scenes. And I have recently found a few guys online looking for a hot poz couple to breed them. I have shown their profiles to Sir. He chuckled with an evil glint behind those sunglasses. The end

Ok, I have to say, some (or most) of my stories would probably make my Mom look bad, but she did what she could for us under the pressures and circumstances we were under. That said, after Mom and my Dad divorced, for several years Mom fell into a deep depression, and, more so than anyone really should, she became dependent on alcohol and prescription drugs for relief. Needless to say this, is when I pretty much started my rampage. Lol. She would sometimes have parties and friends and other people would come in and out of our apartment. Honestly there wasn't a day of the week when I didn't wake up to find either one of her friends (or someone I never saw before) crashed on our couch. Anyway, more than a couple of times some of those guys who partied with my Mom that night at our apartment would find their way into my bedroom, while my Mom was passed out somewhere else in the apartment. The very first guy I remember was Robert, who, at the time, I'd guess he was in his late 20s, or maybe early 30s. Anyway I remember waking up and I feeling my ass being licked and eaten out. My first reaction was, essentially, WTF?. I was frozen by shock, if not by fear. I was scared. I didn't know who he was or what was going on, but that quickly turned into paralyzing pleasure. The feeling of his hands spreading my ass apart, then feeling his warm wet soft tongue on my hole, the sensation of his stubble between my ass cheeks. OMG. I was literally biting my pillow. When he finally realized I was awake he didn't stop all at once, but rather he continued for a minute or two more, then he got up, stood by the side of my bed and took out his cock. I won't lie. At this point in my life I had already sucked cock, so I basically knew what to do. I sat right in front of him and went down on cock. He put his hand behind my head and slowly and softly guided my head back and forth on his cock. It tasted soo good. Finally after a few minutes of sucking his cock he asked if I liked him licking my hole. "Yes," I replied. Robert then instructed me to turn around, so I lay at the edge of the bed and waited for his hot tongue to work my hole again, but what I felt wasn't his tongue, rather his his cock was sliding between my ass cheeks. OMG, it was warm, and soft, and wet sliding through my ass. I lay there and enjoyed the feeling, then, without a word, I felt him slide his cock head into my hole. I honestly wasn't quite sure that was what I wanted to do, so I turned to address him, but Robert said "Relax, this will feel better than my tongue in your ass," and with that, hell yeah, I was on-board. I lay face down, and heard him spit on his hand, and apparently lubing-up his cock. Then he spread my ass cheeks apart, spat on my hole and fingered it in a bit. I really wasn't expecting him to do that and so I jumped again, but did my best to relax my hole, which wasn't hard, 'cause his finger in my hole felt sooo good. Finally, he spread my ass cheeks apart again, and this time spat on my hole, and then pulled me to the edge of the bed so I lay there, face down, my legs were hanging off the bed. He played with my hole with his cock head, smearing his pre-cum on my hole, and then very slowly he slipped his cock head into my hole. (Side story: okay, just so you know, to this point in my life I had been using a pickle, wrapped in a sandwich bag, lubed up with lotion as a dildo, so I was somewhat accustomed to having something in my hole). Even so, I won't lie, Robert's cock hurt, and I guess I squealed a bit, whereupon Robert abruptly stopped, and asked if I was okay. I gave him the green light, and his cock still a little inside my hole, he very slowly pushed in inch by inch. He felt like nothing I had experienced before, in both a good way and bad way. I bit down hard on the pillow, even as I gripped it tightly beneath myself, but I wanted his cock so bad. Finally after what seemed like hours, he was balls deep in my pussy. I could feel his legs shake as he slowly started to work his cock in and out of my hole. Sadly, but still so fuckin hot, after about a minute or two I heard him breathing heavily as his body started twitching. Most definitely I felt his cock pulsating in my hole. At first, of course, I didn't exactly know what was happening, I honestly couldn't say he was cumming inside me. Then after about a minute or so his body went seemingly totally limp, His legs shaking, he slowly pulled out of my hole. OMG, I could feel how wet he made me. Of course I couldn't see my ass, but I'm fairly sure his cum was leaking out of my hole. I felt so - I don't know - happy, that I had made him happy. I layed there, his load in my ass, for the rest of the night, just thinking about the whole encounter with Robert. For hours I couldn't sleep, but eventually, 'though, I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day Robert was gone and my Mom was still asleep in her room. Robert, wherever you are, thank you. I won't forget it, muuuah