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9. Fireman's Hose "Lube that hole up for me," the Fireman said. Doug slammed his cock into me hard. He wasn't too big, but yet, it was still intense. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "Oh fuck." "Oh yeah, you're gonna get fucked," Doug said. "And bred," the fireman said. "And seeded. Give you a special gift tonight," Doug said. "It's almost time," the Fireman said. "I'm almost there," Doug said. "Then he's all yours." "We'll get him ready." I didn't understand what they were talking about. Not to mention that the relentless thrusts of Doug's cock into my hole made following the conversation difficult. It felt so good to have a man like Doug fucking me. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to be fucked all night long. "Oh YEAH," Doug grunted, and slammed his cock into me. He was the third man to cum in me that night, and I was intimately familiar with all the tell-tale signals of orgasm. I was going to get Doug's raw load. "Oh FUUUCK," he moaned, and held his dick deep in my guts. "OH FUUUCK," he grunted again, and his dick pulsed and exploded. "Take it," he grunted and gave me another spurt of cum. That was followed by two more in quick succession, and then one very long, drippy thrust of his cock. He held it there, as his dick twitched, spat, and paused. "Fucking nasty slut boy," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "Breed me," I moaned. "Breed me." I loved the idea of the older man cumming in me. I wanted to be his boy. I wanted him to know that my hole was always available to him. "Give it to me," "You've gotten his gift," the Fireman said. "Well. Remember the point of the night," Doug said, and smiled. His dick was still deep in my ass, still dripping in the afterglow of the orgasm. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. As I inhaled, he turned back to the Fireman. "Not my gift. Our gift. From the Dark Lord." I wanted him to repeat what he had said. I couldn't believe I had heard right. But the Fireman didn't seem to react. "Right," he said. "His gift to man." The Fireman nodded his head once, carefully, like he was praying. Doug put away the poppers. His dick twitched, and I felt a small, warm bloom of liquid in my ass. He spoke. "My dick chose him." He paused for a moment, and stared at the Fireman's dick. In just the few moments we had been talking, it had gotten longer and thicker. I noticed the familiar biohazard tattoo above his pubes. His was red. Doug started again. "But I'm just one vote here." I turned to him, and our eyes met. "Want another load?" he asked. I was floating on a popper cloud. I wanted more cocks and definitely more cum. "Yeah," I said. "His?" I asked, nodding towards the fireman. "For sure," the Fireman said. "I've not made my vote yet." Doug turned to me. "You're a very slutty boy tonight, aren't you?" I nodded. I would kill myself if I missed a chance for more dick. "Good. Now, make my friend here happy." He grabbed my waist, and pulled me off his cock. "Please," I moaned. "Just a bit more." "Fucking slut," he said. "Fucking hungry slut." He said it like it was a declaration of love. Even better, he pushed his dick back into my hole. "Just a bit more. My friend here wants to mark your hole." He turned to the Fireman. "What can you do. A slut's gotta slut out." "Totally," the Fireman said. "But that boy isn't ready for DP quite yet." Doug grabbed my hips again, and pulled me off. "Keep it all in you," he said, and pushed me upright, right into the Fireman's arms. His chest was hairy, and the thick leather suspenders pressed against my shoulder blades. Lower down, his cock had already nestled itself between my ass cheeks and was sliding in and out, searching for my hole. "And I better sign off on you." Doug stood up in front of me, and produced a pen. He scribbled a thick "DG" on my chest. "Be sure to get my friend's signature here," he said, before leaning into me for one last kiss. He pushed his tongue into me. "Hot fucking chaser," he whispered in my ear. "Gonna enjoy inducting you." He stepped away. We were standing in a sharp pool of light and soon as he stepped away, he disappeared into darkness. There was a haze in the room; I knew it was from so much smoking. Before I could even think about what Doug had said, the Fireman spun me around, and planted his lips on me. "Hot fucker," he said. "I'm Shay," he said. "Not sure your friend knew my name." I tried to remember the man's name. He had told me at one point, but now he seemed so far away. "Not that it matters," Shay said. "I don't know his name either." He wrapped his arms around me. He was only a bit taller than me, but nearly twice as big. It was all muscle and hair, and I loved the feeling of masculinity against my body. I would do anything for him. Yet, all he did was lean in and kiss me once more. He was taking his time, and carefully explored my mouth. "I'm Kenta," I finally managed to say, remembering to actually open my mouth this time. "Nice to meet you Kenta," Shay said. "You're a sexy guy." He ran his hands over my body. I shivered in pleasure. "I'm glad Jon sent me over." "Me too," I said. He had beautiful brown eyes. They matched his light brown hair perfectly, giving him the overall appearance of being carved out of a piece of dense, solid wood. It was at least what his cock was feeling like; it was still burrowed between my legs. Shay had been leaking all over my ass. I was glad for that. I had not been fucked much, and every bit of lubrication would help. "You're hot." "You are too. Jon tells me you love getting fucked." "Yeah," I said. "I love it." Now, it wasn't Jon's cock which was sliding back and forth. It was me. I was rubbing my ass against his cock, trying to angle my body and his for penetration. "And he tells me you like it bareback?" "Yeah," I said. I hated this interminable talk. I wanted him inside me. I was hungry for it. "Every guy has fucked me raw," I said. "Are you worried?" Shay asked. That was what I had been scared of earlier. AIDS. That was what the biohazard meant. But before I could react, much less say anything, Shay stuck his tongue back in me. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, as I let him explore my mouth. "You don't have to answer," he said. "Your actions speak loud enough." My cock was still stubbornly soft, but despite that, I was dripping pre-cum. Shay ran a finger over my dickhead, scooping up the runny dick juice. He licked his finger clean, and smiled. "This is going to be nice." He steered me back down to the sofa, pushing me down so one leg hooked over the back, the other leg splayed wide and on the floor. The position left my hole completely exposed. "Fucking nice," he said. With one hand, he stroked his thick cock, pulling the foreskin back to expose his dickhead. He reached into one of the pockets on his leather fireman's pants, and pulled out a torch. "You know most firemen are arsonists?" he asked. "We love to burn things down." He let go of this dick, and quickly, he was using the torch to heat a pipe. "Ready to party more?" I hesitated. He laughed. "Remember. Shotguns don't count. He held the hit as he leaned in to press his lips against mine. I didn't have a choice. I had to take his hit, and he was an expert at doing hits. It was thick and heavy. He forced it into me, but I greedily accepted it. It was obvious I shouldn't be doing this much drugs, but I couldn't help myself. I had never felt so good before. My body was warm and I was sweating a bit. But I didn't care. It felt amazing, and I had never felt so happy. I loved being naked with all these men, enjoying our animal sexuality. We didn't have to care about what society told us was acceptable. "Feeling it?" Shay said. His voice was like brass, and if I had any concerns, the care in it made them disappear. "I am," he said, but also took another hit. He held it for a few seconds. "It doesn't count," he whispered in my ear, before pressing his lips against mine once more. He exhaled another monster cloud into me. "Hold it," he said. "I want to breed your hole. Heard so much about it from Jon." He put his finger on my lips, stopping me from breathing out. "Not yet," he said. My lungs were starting to burn, but I didn't dare exhale. I wanted him to be proud of me. Proud to fuck such an obedient hole. "You want me in you?" he asked. I nodded. "Good boy. Breathe." I exhaled, and my head was enveloped in the dense cloud. Even though I was laying back on the couch, almost completely still, I felt like I was spinning. It was disorienting. I was glad that Shay's body was next to me. It seemed like he was the only thing holding me still. "Careful there, boy," he said. "Let's get you anchored down." He slipped the pipe and torch back into one of his pockets. Although I craved more, I knew that I had to pace myself. "We're both feeling it now," he said. "Let's do it." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please," I said. I had to get his cock inside me. "Fuck me." "Breed you," he said. His cockhead pressed into my anus. It immediately opened up, and accepted the new man's dick. "Fuck me hard," I moaned, as his dick slid into my hole. "Cum in me." He slid in several inches of his shaft. He had the perfect thickness of cock. He was opening me up, pushing me, but it wasn't too much. I could take it for hours, if he let me. "Fuck, that's a used hole," he said. "So much cum up there." I didn't know how to react. This wasn't me. I wasn't at a sex party with a bunch of strangers. I hadn't been smoking crystal most of the evening. I hadn't let so many men cum in me. He continued. "It's so fucking hot." I relaxed, and exhaled. It was big, and some tina escaped. "Fuck," Shay said, seeing the cloud. "You held that hit. You're going to be tweaking hard." I suddenly realized it didn't matter. I could do anything I wanted. It was all for the pleasure. "Fuck me," I said. "Please. Breed me." It felt so good. Shay's cock was sliding into me, even as I remembered all the other men who had fucked me. Seth. Jon. Doug. It was hard to remember them all. "Give me your load." "Tonight," he said, pushing the last inch of his dick into me. "You're going to get more than enough." He started to fuck me. His deep, hard strokes made me gasp, and its incessant strokes pushed all the cum deeper into me. The first few minutes was just about the fucking. He was learning about my hole, and I was taking his thick cock. We were both high, and it only made the fucking better. Despite all the men who had fucked me, I was still hungry for dick. "So cummy," he said, ten minutes later. He looked around for a moment, then leaned in and kissed me. It made kissing seem like something furtive and dirty compared to being fucked raw by a stranger of a man. "Your guts are coated with sperm, you know," he said, before kissing me again. "I know," I said. "Fucking add yours to it. Breed me." I loved begging for his cum. It felt utterly natural. There wasn't anything I had to be worried about, and I could give into the pleasure. All I would have to do was remember one pill each morning. It was easy. "Give me your gift." "You're going to get it," Shay said. His dick slid back into me, now lubricated with his pre-cum. "Milking me and getting me off." He wrapped his arms around me, and in a practiced move, leaned back and pulled me up. I was sitting on his cock now, and my weight forced another inch into me. I gasped. Now upright, I took the opportunity to look around the room. There were only two lights in the room, both small, yet intense. Shay and I were in the middle of one, and across the room, I saw another young man bent over as a tall black man fucked him. In light that spilled out from those small circles, I could make out many more boys and men, all in various positions of sexual activity. "You're going to be very popular tonight," he said. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me down on his dick. "Gonna tell everyone what a hungry hole you have." "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed me," I moaned. At the edge of the light, a man just barely stepped out of the dark, cloudy haze. I could see just a bit of hair on a lean runner's body. He also had a hard cock, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. "Gonna take his load boy?" he asked me. "He doesn't have a choice, does he?" "Gotta give him the gift," the stranger said. I loved that, calling their seed the gift. It was a gift, finally being able to accept these men without any barrier or protection. "Get him to join the brotherhood." "He's joined already, haven't you?" he asked me. I looked unsure. "The Bareback Brotherhood," he said. "Fuck yeah. Breed me!" "Hell yeah," Shay said. "You want it?" "Please. Give it to me." I was sweating now, but I didn't care. Getting fucked raw by Shay was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted him to cum in me right then. I couldn't choose between the two. Shay was starting to shake. "Ohhhh FUCK," he grunted, before he just started mumbling incoherent gasps of pleasure. "FUCK," he said again. His cock jumped, and exploded inside of me. "FUCK." His orgasm was powerful, but restrained. He had practiced it many times before. He knew what made him feel good and he did just that. He was completely focused on his goal, which was to get his load deep in my hole. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned again, as his dick throbbed and spurted. He was cumming in my ass, just as he said he would. It was dirty and perverted, the thing we were doing. But there was no way I could ask Shay not to inseminate me. He deserved the pleasure of breeding me.

...cont Paul dropped my legs and got up. He grabbed his phone and said. Spread for me one more time babe. I ignored him and he grabbed my left leg and pulled it roughly, exposing my hole. The flash was shocking and my swirling head finally focused. "That was fucked up Paul. I didn't consent to that." "Unless you want me to pull into your driveway right after your wife gets home, you're about to start consenting to more dick." I couldn't deal with the bigger issue. I just pictured Paul talking to my wife and everything else faded away. "What do I have to do?" "Only indulge your deepest desires for once. Some acquaintances of mine are going to stop by and dump more semen in you." ... "Just have fun," he said as he stroked my cum coated cock hard. "Fuck it." I said. He started texting or whatever and told me to take a shower so I was ready for "the guys". I took a long hot shower, alternating between being extremely horny and horrifying ashamed at what was happening. Eventually Paul called out for me and I saw two strangers in my bedroom. I glanced out the window and there was a rav4 and a Harley--a fucking Harley--parked out front. One house over and across the street was the nosiest neighbor. How on earth would I explain this? One of them looked like, well, a biker. Big moustache and as I looked at him he took his penis out of his jeans. It was big. The other guy didn't fit the same mold. White guy, maybe early 30s. I never caught their names. The biker sat on the bed, pulled his jeans to the floor and motioned me over. I sucked him as well as I could, which wasn't very well. But nobody was here for a blowjob and soon he had me lay on the edge of the bed with my legs on the floor. He grabbed some lube and penetrated me in one long slow motion. I cried out, sore from Paul's fucking and this guy's cock was thicker. He started fucking me and I was doing whatever I could to take it. I realized that Paul had flipped the lights on. I looked over and saw that he was filming on his phone. Jesus. The other guy had his cock out and was stroking hard. I was relieved that he was smaller than both of these guys. The biker started pumping faster, and started talking dirty. All about how I was his slutty married bottom who couldn't wait for his load. I started joining in. "Fuck my slutty ass. I need your load. Shoot it in deep." The younger guy couldn't take it anymore and shot his cum on me, matting my hair and making my neck sticky. This set off the biker who grabbed my shoulders as he started busting in me. .... To be continued

I was out with friends tonight when I got a message on Grindr. I had talked to this kid a couple of months ago briefly before he told me he was underage. I told him to hit me up after he turned 18. His message was "Just saw you on. My 18th birthday was last week." I messaged back I was tied up with friends for a while but very glad to hear from him with this news. I told him I would message later. I hit him up an hour or so later. He was pretty noncommittal about meeting. I eventually got it out of him that he was having cold feet because he was a total virgin. We talked off and on for the rest of the evening, but no progress was made. Finally, I was in bed almost ready to turn the lights out and crash when he messaged. He was waiting for his parents to fall asleep, so he could sneak out. I went to pick him up (no car). A few minutes later this tall, thin black guy with a baby face got into my car. I asked to check his drivers license; he looked amused but said he understood. This confirmed he was 18 years and 9 days old. So I drove back to my place. We went to my room and got naked. Damn, this boy was hung. I hadn't asked for pictures before, so it was a very pleasant surprise. He said he had never measured it, but by my inability to easily handle its length or width, I guess it was in the neighborhood of 9" x 7". He was very nervous but very game. We stroked each other at first. Then he reached down to play with my hole. He then asked me to give him a blowjob. Even with good, fresh poppers, it was a struggle to swallow his dick. I got him to the brink of cumming pretty quickly. I asked if he wanted to shoot in my throat or ass. He indicated the latter, so I took a break from sucking him. He then wanted to blow me. He was clearly a beginner, but he was eager and trying hard to please. He got my precum flowing good. Then he asked to fuck me. I got the lube for him and rolled over on my belly. I talked him through fingering my hole open. I didn't need as much loosening as we did; I was just trying to teach him what to do. Eventually, we were ready. He got into position over me and began to press in. It was really big as I said above. Fortunately, I have taken my share of big cocks. I had him add lube a couple of times and did ask to catch my breath a couple of times as well. All too quickly, he shot a huge load in my hole. We laid down on the bed together. I could tell he had a lot to process. After a few minutes, I got up to pee. When I returned he was almost fully dressed. I got dressed as well and drove him home. We agreed to do it again soon. It's been a long time since I had the privilege of being a virgin's first time. I hope it was as enjoyable for him as it was for me. I am pretty sure he had a great time.

Part 6 I walked down the block, leaving my car in the fenced parking lot. It was a rainy night, but even this much rain couldn’t wash away the grime in this neighborhood. I huddled into my jacket, uncertain if I was going the right direction. My feet were already soaked with the cold rain. Just go home. I stopped at the end of a long stretch of fences. This was it. The small building standing alone. The open door was spitting out blue, pink and purple light. There weren’t any lit signs, but Grant had told me there would’t be. I saw a couple people go inside. They didn’t look nervous, just walked right in. And I was a little relieved that I couldn’t see their faces. No one would seè me going in. Not that I expected to know friends from school or my family to be around here. I went in. Grant was standing to the side of a small counter. “Hello, pig boy. You made it this time.” He’d been calling me ‘pig boy’ on the phone for the past two weeks. “Yeah,” I said, feeling embarrassed. I was supposed to come last weekend, but had talked myself out of it and gave Grant some lame excuses the next morning. “Don’t disappoint me again or we’re done here,” he’d told me. I knew tonight was make or break. Grant looked at the attendant standing next to him at the counter. “I’ve got him covered.” “Sure, boss.” Grant lead me through a doorway covered in black plastic fringe. It was like walk-in through a magic mirror. Inside was an open space with bands of colored light that created a patchwork of brightly lit and darkly shadowed spaces. But what blew me away was the small crowd of naked men milling around. Grant steered me to the right, into a locker room. He opened a locker and had me put everything into it before he locked it up. I was left wearing the blue jockstrap he’d told me to buy, and my favorite blue sneakers. “You’re even hotter in the light,” he said admiringly, running one rough hand across my smooth chest. I felt an odd mix of embarrassment and elation. I wasn’t used to guys admiring me like this. Sure I’d been told I looked good, but Grant said it in. a different way that made me feel really sexy. I felt more at ease standing here mostly naked. A cute ginger came around the corner of a row of lockers. He was wearing a red jockstrap and red sneakers. He was probably around my age, fresh faced with a big grin, but stockier than me. His skin was pale, but he had muscles like a young football player. He wasn’t as defined as me, but. He looked like a powerhouse. “Hey, Grant.” “Hello, Wil.” He introduced us. “Follow Wil onto the floor. He knows the lay of the land here. I gotta check on the sound system — it doesn’t sound right.” “Sure.” Grant was gone, and I suddenly felt uncertain what to do. Wil was standing there with a big grin on his face, hands casually on his hips in a power stance. He looked really hot, and it was good to finally have someone my age around for ….. well, whatever this was gonna become. No one at the bookstore had been my age, and I expected the same here at the club. But here was Wil, which was making me feel less anxious. “So this is your first time here?” He asked in a friendly tone. I nodded. “Grant bring you in?” I nodded again. Why am I so nervous? I must seem like a standoffish dick. “How long you been coming here?” I asked. “Hmmmmm.. About eight months. I started going to nursing school here, and found out about this place through a guy I dated.” I learned that Wil was just a year older than me, and had moved here from Boston. We got talking about school for awhile, and I felt myself relaxing. Wil was really normal and friendly. He was an EMT at school, and we chatted about sports games. I told him about playing soccer, and we traded stories about cute guys we had crushes on at school. “I saw you’re part of the jockstrap contingent, too.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. “You’re wearing a jockstrap. That’s a signal that you’re a bottom. Let’s the other guys know.” “Oh.” The implications of that started to settle in, and I was having mixed feelings. At first I felt kinda panicked. Am I a bottom? Did anyone I know see me? What would they tell others? “Are you into older?” “I dunno. I dated guys at school. But…” “I hear ya. I thought I was supposed to meet someone at school, fall in love, and get married. Then I found out I like daddies. And they like me. And the sex is sooooo much better!! They know what they’re doing, and they appreciate a young ass.” He looked at me sitting there. “You’re smoking hot. They’ll be all over you tonight.” I didn’t know what to say. Grant kept telling me I was hot. The guys in the bookstore had each said it. Am I? “You’re cool with poz?” I asked him. “Very. Things are different now than they were.” I nodded. “If you’re here with Grant, I’m guessing he’s already bred you.” I half nodded and smiled, kinda surprised at my own reaction. “A couple weeks ago.” “His dick is amazing. I don’t know how he does it, but he knows exactly what you need, and how to give it to you.” I nodded again. “Yeah he does.” “I’m getting horny,” he said. “Let’s do a lap in our jockstraps, then we can pick a spot to start. It pays to advertise.” Wil lead me around the main floor. There was a set of bathroom stalls and a shower area. The eerie greenish lighting was an alcove with three slings that seemed to just float in the air. I’d never seen a sling, only heard guys joke about them. The heavy chains suspended them in the air were nearly black. ‘What do you think?” “Kinda intimidating,” I admitted. I was glad they were empty; I don’t think I could handle more than that right now. “At first. It took me a couple visits before I tried them out. But they’re amazing. Now its my favorite spot to finish the night.” He looked back into the main room. “One more thing to show you before we go up. He led me over to a wide doorway covered in more of the plastic fringe. He stepped through; I followed. I expected more colored lights, but was met with darkness. I stood there trying to let my eyes adjust, and reached out to where I thought Wil might be, but only caught air. “Welcome to the maze.” After a moment I started to see shapes. The space was narrow and seemed to wind in a couple different directions. There were a bunch of thin walls at different angles. Wil walked me through, and I saw the walls had cutouts in them. “This can be a fun spot when you just want cock.” There were a few black lights overhead, and I noticed my jockstrap glowing in the light. “Ready to see upstairs?” “Sure.” He lead me out of the maze and up the stairs near the slings. It was a loft space with a few big, black plastic mattresses and mirrors on most of the walls to the right. On the left were padded benches that I couldn’t quite figure out — you couldn’t really sit on them. There was also a wooden table against the mirrored wall in the back corner. There were a couple guys up here, but they seemed to be standing around. One was younger like Wil and I, wearing a gold jockstrap. I said hi, but he didn’t seem interested in talking to us. “That’s Justin. He’s only friendly if you’re fucking him.” Wil lead me back down the stairs. “This place gets pretty busy on weekends. Guys come and go pretty fast, though. At least the tops do. Have to get back to their wives.” We were walking past the slings when we came across Grant. “Looks like the lil’ piggies are bonding,” he grinned and put a hand on each of our asses. “I like seeing you two together.” It hadn’t occurred to me until now that he had probably done to Wil what he did to me in the bookstore. That made my cock twitch. “Let’s go see Buzz.” Buzz was the bartender at a tiny station tucked in the front corner — I hadn’t even noticed it earlier. Grant ordered two drinks for us “to take the edge off.” He looked at me. We hung out watching the crowd start to roll in. There had to be about 40 guys in the club now, mostly naked or in a jockstrap. “Not a lot of jockstraps tonight,” Grant said. “You boys could have a really good night ahead of you.” “Hopefully you’ll be taking care of both of us later,” Wil said. I was impressed by how bold Wil was. I didn’t think I could be that way. Grant pulled us both against his body, one on either side of him; he moved his hands lower and used a finger to probe each of our young holes. I didn’t realize how much I wanted my hole touched until that moment. I groaned, and nuzzled closer to him as jolts of pleasure zipped through my body. Wil made a similar sound; I looked at him, our eyes meeting each others, and I felt a new bond between us. “Good little pig boys,”Grant said, his finger gently massaging the tight muscles around my hole. “You’re both gonna get a lot of dick tonight. But you don’t get mine until you each have a load inside you. You want it that way, don’t you, pig boys?” “Fuck yeah,” Wil responded. “Good little pig boy.” Grant looked me in the eye. “And you?” He slapped my ass. Another load in me? I shouldn’t be doing that here. There was a lot of risk.But my hole was saying something different, and Grant massaging my prostrate unleashed something in me. I nodded to him. “Yeah” “Good, boy. I have a special plan for you later, too. A little initiation rite.” He looked down at both of us nuzzled against his body. “You two go and collect some loads. I’ll find you when you’ve each got a few in you.” He looked directly at Wil. “Go see Buzz. He’s got a couple drinks for you two.” Wil and I stood there together, still feeling the horniness that Grant’s fingers had unleashed. Wil grinned at me. “We have work to do!” Wil suggested we start in the maze. I needed to hit the bathroom first, and he said to find him. I had to wait about 10 minutes because there were only two urinals, but it gave me a chance to check out the guys. I was surprised there were so many guys in their 20s and 30s. I still thought Wil and I were among the youngest, but it was a different crowd than the bookstore. There were some older guys, a mix of athletic and bear builds. But I found it all very hot and sexy. All these men walking around naked, comfortable with their bodies. I missed the looks I was getting from a lot of the guys, still feeling overwhelmed by the whole scene. The guy ahead of me was much taller than me, probably 6’2”, with an athletic build, a light coating of hair across his pecs and abs. He smiled at me a couple times, and finally introduced himself just before we got to the urinals. “David,” he said. I introduced myself, but suddenly felt very shy. “He gave my ass a tweak as he finished and started to walk away. “I’ll be looking for you,” he said. I found the maze again, feeling worried that Wil may be pissed I took so long. I had to let my eyes adjust again. This space was darker than the bookstore, and the walls were all painted black. I slowly started making my way around. There were guys back here now, quite a few of them. There were steps along the sides of the room to elevated platforms, and interlocking cubicles down below. I wondered if maybe Wil had gotten tired of waiting for me and left, but then saw him — his pale skin and red jockstrap standing out. He was in a middle cubicle, bent over, with his ass against one wall and hands against the other in front of him. I saw guys in the cubicles on either side of him. I left the higher platform and walked over toward him. The cubicles were built so you walked into them from alternating sides of the row, never able to see who was in the adjacent cubicle. That struck me as really hot. Wil was moaning, cocks stuffed in his ass and mouth. It was hot to watch and my dick got really hard really fast. Wil reached over and put a hand on my abs to say hello without ever leaving either cock. The thumping of body against wood sounded hot. And it was getting faster; Wil started getting louder too, despite the dick in his mouth. “Mhhhffff! Mfffff! MMMFFFFF!” The wall behind him was rattling with the banging, and then suddenly stopped as an anonymous groan emerged from the other side. A hand came through the opening behind Wil and slapped his ass. Wil stood up, a massive grin on his face, and he was breathing hard. “That was hot,” he breathed. He put both hands on my shoulders as he steadied himself, looking like maybe he was lightheaded. Then he kissed me. He kissed me with a long, deep kiss that made my heart start to pound. A couple guys scuttled through the narrow hallway as we kissed, having to brush against Wil’s exposed backside to get by. When we finally broke the kiss he said, “You’re next.” He ushered me into the cubicle he’d vacated. He rubbed some lube into my hole, seeming to enjoy himself as he teased my hole with his fingers. He stuck his tongue in there and. I groaned softly as he opened me up. “I thought you were a bottom,” I said. “You’re inspiring me,” he said. “Fuck you are gorgeous.” He stood up and rubbed my back as I. just stood there, half bent over, with my ass hanging in the air in front of the opening in the wall. “I don’t think there’s anyone there.” “Be patient. There will be,” he assured me. I looked through the cutout in front of me and saw someone standing there, stroking his cock. Was it the same guy Wil had blown? “Take a good hit of poppers“ Wil instructed me, putting a bottle under my nose. I felt the rush of desire flooding me, Wil still massaging my hole with his fingers, when the cock in front of me came through the cutout. I didn’t hesitate, going down on it. It felt so smooth in my mouth, with a long shaft. I rested my weight on my hands against the wall and rocked back and forth a little, letting Wil’s fingers deeper in.. Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I felt him rubbing my back. I could see his sneakers on the floor standing beside me. “Here it comes,” he said excitedly. I felt a hard pressure against my hole and gasped. I had no idea who, but someone was pushing their cock through the cutout behind me. “Push your ass back onto his cock. Let him inside you,” Wil whispered into my ear. The cock behind me popped right through my sphincter and slide deep inside. “Ahhhhhhh,” I sighed as he impaled me. Wil’s finger and tongue massage had loosened up my ass, and whoever was behind me had an easy time opening me fully. Was it one of the guys who had brushed past us a few minutes ago? He. Didn’t waste any time getting into a full fuck, his dick driving deep. Any other time I’d been fucked, they’d had their hands on my body while they did it. This time, no one was touching me because the walls blocked us — all I could feel was each each buried in either end of me. “How’s it feel?” Wil whispered in my ear. I lifted my head, “Fucking amazing!!” Then went back to sucking one cock while another fucked me. The guy behind me was pounding away, and I felt the vibration of the wall as he thumped hard, pushing deep into my hungry hole. His hardness filled me, and I felt him quite as he left his cock in me, just letting it rest there for a moment. What was he doing? The guy in front of me was still fucking my face when the other guy slipped out of my hole and patted my ass. Wil’s fingers rubbed my hole next. “Congrats on your firs load of the night.” I stood up, stretching my leg muscles, breathing hard from the exertion. Wil came close, putting his face next to time and kissed me again. “Now turn around and offer your hot ass to the other guy. Let’s see what he does.” Without thinking I turned around, Wil still standing so close. I could feel the heat of his body. I offered my ass toward the cutout I’d been sucking cock through. What the fuck am I doing? But the logical voice in my head was overwhelmed by desire. I’d never felt this horny before. What was happening to me? My thoughts were shattered by the feeling of hard pressure against my waiting hole. That long, slender, smooth cock I’d been sucking was now sliding inside my ass. Without the cock in my mouth I just started moaning. This fuck was longer and deeper than the first. I started to pull off the cock, but Wil stopped me. “Take it. Just let him fuck you. That’s it. Give him your ass. He won’t last long in there.” I was moaning, probably louder than I realized. I was braced against the wall, a mix of pain and pleasure as that long cock effortlessly fucked me deep. As Wil predicted, it wasn’t long before I felt him shoot a hot load up inside my gut. He pulled out quickly and patted my ass. “That was hot,” Wil said, nuzzling against me as he helped me stand. up. “You’re so fucking hot to watch get used.” My head was honestly spinning. I had a cute guy being sweet to me, which seemed weird in this place, and had just been fucked by two guys through cutouts in a wall without ever seeing them. I shouldn’t be good with this. This isn’t who I’m supposed to be. Is it? “It was hot seeing you in there, too,” I admitted softly. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

Chapter 7 - Two Boys in Boston *Ding* Brian awoke to the text message tone of his phone. He looked at his alarm clock. “11:07am”. He had slept late, unsurprising after the night he just had. He looked at his phone to check the message. “How are you feeling baby boy? You snuck out on me last night.” It was from Adam. Lying in bed, Brian was still naked, covered in dry cum. As he swung his legs off the side of the bed to get up, he realized his ass was still feeling the effects of being invaded for the first time. It was sore; his whole body was sore really. He stood and reached down between his legs to find his hole, no longer virgin. He stuck his thin bony index finger inside himself and thought he could still feel Adam’s cum. He walked across his bedroom, opened his closet door, and looked at himself in the hanging mirror. His hair was more messed up than on a normal morning. He could barely make out the cum against the pale skin on his thinly defined chest. His soft cock hung off of his slim frame, just as it did before, but it felt different now, having been in another man’s mouth. He turned sideways to see his ass protrude from his thin frame, serving as a reminder what he had done the night before. Brian unlocked his phone and tried to figure out what he wanted to say to Adam. “Hey, yeah, I woke up and wasn’t sure what to do with myself so I came home.” He sent. He wrote out another. “I don’t know how I feel. Like I said last night, sexy but scared. I haven’t even graduated high school and now I’m poz.” “Well, I hope so Brian. Fingers crossed that I successfully infected you, but you’ll have to get tested to know for sure. Might not have.” Brian had just accepted that Adam was probably toxic enough to convert him. His thought process hadn’t yet gotten far enough to think that maybe he hadn’t. Even getting loaded up with toxic cum was no guarantee. As that dawned on him, in that moment, he felt relief. Maybe he just had a super hot hookup and lost his virginity, and he wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences. “I’ll let you know” he sent off to Adam. “Please do. And I hope I’ll be seeing you again, either way.” Brian let that message sit. ***** The next day, Sunday, Brian returned to Boston, but this time it was for accepted students day at Boston University, where he had decided to spend the next four years of his life. Brian was excited to go to school in the city. BU’s campus was smack dab in the middle of Beantown, a stone’s throw away from Fenway Park and everything else the city had to offer. He was quite nervous about it, having always been a quiet, reserved kid, but he was hoping that going to school here would help him break out of his shell a bit. It also didn’t hurt that he thought being in the city would be a boon to his burgeoning sex life. But an accepted students day was not an environment where Brian would typically thrive. Surrounded by kids his age that he didn’t know, his anxiety was close to bubbling over. For some reason, he always thought people he didn’t know were judging him, and even though he told himself he didn’t care, of course he did. He was hopeful he’d meet some people, but he had a hard time getting over his shyness, making it difficult to strike up conversation organically. At least, he thought, he wasn’t a virgin. He consciously knew that, of course, that did not matter, would not come up, and could not be seen by other people, but in case it did, he was feeling good to have checked that box. The morning started out in a large lecture hall, with some Dean or another welcoming everyone to campus and to the start of the next phase of their young lives. Brian had found his way there from the parking garage and sat down, not knowing what else to do, and was reading through the day’s schedule while waiting for it to start. When the speakers finished, the students sorted themselves by college, and Brian found the College of Arts & Science group, where his major was. As the group walked down the corridor towards a smaller lecture hall, Brian heard a familiar voice. “Hey Brian” He turned his head and saw Jake a few steps behind him, walking quickly as if he had been trying to catch up with him, a smile on his face that Brian knew well: relief to find someone he knew. “Oh, hey Jake. I didn’t know you were going to BU too.” “Yeah, I was going to go to USC, but then when I looked at how expensive plane tickets back and forth were, I decided maybe going to school so far away wasn’t as good an idea as I had planned.” He chuckled a bit, and Brian wondered if that was true, or if that was the story Jake had come up with to cover that he was afraid to go to school that far away. If it was the latter, Brian knew how he felt. “So, you in Arts & Sciences too?”, Jake continued as they walked down the hall. “Yeah, I think I’m going to do computer science, how about you?” Brian replied, trying really hard to keep his cool. It wasn’t abnormal for Jake to be talking to him, they had class together and were friendly enough. Still, they were here amidst a big crowd of future college students, but alone as the only ones who knew each other. Ever since Brian had begun to accept his sexuality, and his feelings about Jake, it had been harder to talk to him. He was afraid he was going to accidentally blurt something out that gave him away, or that he would find out that Jake was straight, an asshole, or otherwise unattainable. “Oh, cool, that makes sense for you. You always were wicked smaht”. Jake giggled at his cheesy attempt at an exaggerated Boston accent. “I’m international relations right now, but might do economics, I don’t know. It’s cool running in to you here, it’ll be good have a friend around.” Neither of them realized it, but they both blushed ever so slightly when Jake said that. Brian was thrilled to hear Jake refer to him as a friend and insinuate they’d be seeing more of each other, and Jake was worried he had been a bit too vulnerable with Brian. He didn’t know him well enough yet to be sure he wouldn’t be judged. The two boys spent the rest of the day together. With Jake around, it was easier for Brian to chat up some other new people, but neither of them ever broke away from the other. They decided to go to the same info sessions, walked around the activities fair together, and chatted about what dorms they wanted to live in. As they walked out of the housing session and sat down outside to figure out where they were supposed to go next, Jake was looking at his phone as he asked “Um, so, what would you think about being my roommate? I mean, I don’t know if you’re wanting to meet new people or whatever and I know we don’t know each other super well so no worries at all if you’re not interested but I just thought it might be cool.” He looked over at Brian quickly to see if he could sneak a peak at his reaction. Brian could sense the nerves in Jake’s rambling question. One of the benefits of being a quiet kid was he was skilled in empathy; plus he recognized those nerves in himself. He never expected to hear them from Jake, though, who always gave off such a confident air at school. Brian couldn’t be sure of what was provoking the nerves, but his heart fluttered at his suspicion, or maybe his hope, that Jake was nervous for the same reason Brian had been nervous all day. And now, he had a chance to share a room with his crush, which could be great, but could also be a disaster. “Umm…” Brian began to respond. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to, I get it.” Jake rushed to interject. “No, no, I think that would be awesome!” Brian responded just as quickly, letting instinct reply after he began to sense Jake’s disappointment. Brian was beaming inside. He was beginning to really think that their day together had been more than coincidence and convenience; that it had indeed been filled with chemistry. If he had more confidence in himself, and if he wasn’t still in totally in the closet, he might have asked Jake out right then; that’s how sure he was that their interactions that day weren’t normal, and that they were was a spark between the two 18 year olds. His mood quickly soured, however, when the pair were sitting in the day’s final session, a mishmash of add-ons that were combined in to one. Campus security, ID cards, sexual health… Brian’s heart sunk, from the highest place it had ever been, deep down in to the pit of his stomach as the presenter talked about the health center’s resources and free, no-questions-asked STD tests. It was the first time all day that he had thought about what had otherwise consumed him that weekend. He was sure that, if he was poz, this was all ruined. As Jake and Brian walked together back to the parking garage, Brian barely spoke. Jake noticed the consternation on Brian’s face; their friendship already strengthened immeasurably over the course of just one day. As they got to Jake’s car, which was closer then Brian’s, Jake asked “Are you okay Brian? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” “You sure?” he asked as he opened the passenger door of his car and dropped all the swag he picked up that day on the backseat. Brian could see the genuine look of concern on Jake’s face. “Yes, yes, thanks” Brian smiled wide as his feelings for Jake took back control of his attention. “Hey, I’m really happy we ran in to each other. Thanks for keeping me company. I’m excited to be your roommate this fall.” “Me too Brian… Um, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, huh?” “Yeah, absolutely! I can’t wait!” Brian replied before he could catch himself. The sparks were flying now. Everything said had been innocuous, but it had all been said with just a little more emotion than would have been normal for two straight boys. They could both sense it, too. Jake decided in that moment to take a chance. He took Brian’s hand in his own, quickly leaned in, and kissed him. Brian was stunned, and Jake didn’t hold the kiss more than a few seconds, worried he had made a gigantic mistake. He pulled away and looked in terror at Brian’s face for a reaction. “Oh, I’m sorr…” he started to say. Brian recovered from his split-second paralysis and squeezed Jake’s hand an instant before he could pull it away. In one swift motion, he pulled Jake back towards him, moved his free hand to Jake’s neck, and connected for another kiss. This time it lasted a bit longer, as they made out with each other for a brief moment or two before disconnecting. Brian took a step back, caught his breath, and with wide eyes and a gigantic smile across his face, confessed “I’ve been wanting that for a long time”. “With me?” Jake asked lightly as his voice quivered, genuinely unsure if that’s what Brian meant. “Yes, with you.” “Cool” They both laughed at Jake’s Han Solo-esque response. A group of other students had come in the parking garage and were heading towards them, so Brian calmly let go of Jake’s hand. He wasn’t afraid of being caught with a boy (in fact, he craved that); he just didn’t want to cause a scene. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” asked Brian. “Can’t wait.” Brian turned and walked away down the row of parked cars, glancing back with a smile towards Jake, who was watching him leave before getting in his own car. When Brian finally got to the Jeep, he sat down in his drivers seat, put his head back, and took a big deep breath. He couldn’t help but give a little fist pump to himself; he had never felt so happy in his life. It was tempered slightly by the nagging concern of how the weekend’s pozzing adventure was going to affect his new relationship with Jake. But he put that aside for the moment and drove home happy, singing along with the radio at the top of his lungs.

Complain if you want, but I applaud it, and if you read the rules, there are not that many actual changes than what was technically in place before. I've almost left this forum several times because of obviously fake people, fake stories, absurd ideas about self harm, etc. I know many on here think I’m some sort of buzz killing prude, but my sex stories put 90% on here to shame, including some that are obviously fake. I just don’t have the need to publish it. The simple fact is this. *glorifying self harm is bad. *there are liabilities to those that host those ideas *stds make sex worse for everyone *giving people an open forum for ideas that are verifiable false and or reckless is a bad idea. Before COVID we were in a 1970’s golden era of gay sex, why fuck that up? Prep works, meds work. What doesn’t work? Being dead or so sick you don’t ever want to fuck and 99% of people don’t want to touch you.

A bottom should always do exactly what it is told. lf I tell it to jack off, then it needs to jack off. lf I tell you to piss in your own mouth and drink it, do that. lf I tell it to leave its useless cock alone, it needs to do that.

Last night. My husband invited over a 25yo slim brunette twink. I was on my knees waiting. Sucked them both off before getting on my knees on the bed. Husband fucked me doggy while I sucked the twink. He had a decent size cock, pretty thick. They swapped around a few times until I was face down, moaning into a pillow. The twink said he needed to slow down or he'd cum. I begged him to fill me up. He sped up and pounded me for about 30 seconds before shooting his load inside me. As soon as he pulled out my husband climbed on top of me and shot his load too.

I was visiting a friend a few states over and I drove the 4 hours for a weekend trip. I like driving and while I've never had good luck cruising, I always had the fantasy of having sex with a trucker. I've tried multiple times, and always enjoyed jacking off at a rest stop if I was ever on the road. But I've never been in the back of a truck until this trip. I left town late, and by the time I needed to piss I was in the middle of nowhere around midnight. I pulled into a rest stop I had never been to before. In the back of my mind I'm already deciding that I need to cum. I park, and while there were some trucks the parking lot was pretty empty. I go inside, pick a stall, piss then shit down and start stroking. I'm a pretty average guy and since I was at a friends house this weekend, I really needed this as it had been a few days since I came. Enjoying myself I guess I didn't notice that someone had come in. Or I somehow didnt see him in the empty bathroom, but I heard a man cough. I'm not a shy person but it spooked me. The sound of me stroking made it obvious what I was doing and for some reason I decided I'm not gonna finish. I pulled my pants up and went to wash my hands. The other man was standing by the sinks, but I tried not to look at him out of slight embarrassment. As I was drying my hands he spoke to me, 'Sounded like some fun in there'. I looked at him. He was a pretty average looking blue collar guy. Older, graying and with a beard. Slight belly and a handsome manly face. I chuckled. 'Why You'd stop' he asked. I froze not quite sure how to proceed. I'm sure he could sense I was being timid. 'Why don't we get back in there and finish?' He winked then walked into the stall and started grabbing at his bulge. My dick went right back up and joined him. He sat on the toilet and took my dick out. He was clearly just as horny as I was and swallowed my dick like he was starving. He didn't give great head, but doing this with what I assume was a trucker, in a public place, was a big fantasy. Slowly he worked on my balls and moved to finger my hole. He then asked if I would suck him, so we switched place and he pulled out his cock. Hairy, 7ish inches, and thick I put it in my mouth and sucked on his musty cock. He moaned and ran his hands through my hair. I could hear him mumbling, 'good boy'. I could taste his salty precum and was hoping he wouldnt cum yet. He took his dick out of my mouth and asked 'You like this cock? You take cock up your hole?' I nodded while I sucked on his large nuts. 'Turn around let me see your hole'. Without hesitation, I pulled my pants down and showed him my smooth hole. He rubbed his rough hands over my ass and put his tongue in my hole. I could feel him spitting in my hole. I didnt realize neither of us had lube, but he did a good job getting me wet. He got up behind me and rubbed his hard cock against my hole and up my crack while he let out a moan. I pushed back. he guided the head into my tight hole and got in. I gasped, but he just shushed me and slowly slide the rest of the way in without stopping, even though I was pulling away. His cock was much fatter than I thought - or I just hadn't been fucked in a while. He got balls deep and just stood there deep inside my hole. "You like that cock, boy?" I moaned and pushed back harder. My hole was loosening, and I moved my hand from my cock, down to hold his big balls. He started moving his cock in and out, and getting a good slow rhythm. It felt so good letting this older guy fuck me like me. But we stopped as a guy came in to pee. We heard the door open and froze. We listened as he pissed, washed his hands and left. The whole time my daddy was grabbing my ass. As soon as he left daddy pulled out. "Come on, lets go to my truck." Following him out, we went to his truck and got inside. It was messy and small but I didn't care. We stripped down and he quickly had me on my back with my legs up. He grabbed his lube and started playing with my hole. "You want this raw dick back in that hole?" - "Yes Daddy, please fuck me!" He put some lube on my cock and started stroking me. "Yea boy, you like taking loads don't you?" I'm not a total slut but I've let my fair share of guys cum in me. I had never caught anything and got complacent in my luck. Without second thought I said, " Yea I want your load in me" He smiled and guided his bare cock into my hole. He got deep and stayed there while he played with my nipples. He said my hole felt amazing and started picking up the pace. I could feel his balls slap my ass and now that we were in a more private space I was able to moan louder. "Fuck me!" I yelled. "Yea you're gonna bred, boy. You want my seed?" I put my hand on his chest and said " Fuck yea, breed me!" By now he was beating up my hole and I was close to cumming. I knew he was too. I started stroking my cock and he looked down at me like an animal. He said "Fuck yea gonna breed that raw pussy. Gonna give you my babies. Give you my DNA". Then was when I knew what was happening. But I was already so close to cumming too I just let it happen. "Take it boy, take my fucking dirty seed". I shot my cum as he howled and I could feel his hot seed shooting into me. His cock was twitching in my hole and I could feel the familiar warm, wet feeling deep in my hole. He just held his cock in me while catching his breath, "Good Boy, you took my seed". Eventually his cock went soft and slide out. I didn't say much other than thank you as we cleaned up in silence. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was risky, and stupid. But I got to play out a fantasy. I went back to my car with his seed leaking out me. When I got home I pushed it out and used it for lube on my cock to jerk off. A month or two later I tested. And sure enough... he got his seed deep in me

Me, toned early 30s otter 6’. I used to bottom when I was in my early 20s but mostly topped since then. Never took any raw loads though. Decided to get back into bottoming, practicing with toys etc in anticipation. Btmd for a few guys but never managed to get a load until last week. Was a fuck buddy - 5’8” 28yo twunk vers and 7.5”. He knew what I wanted and had been saving up a load. He made out, sucked each other off. Then he entered me missionary while making out. Fucked me a while in that position (I realized I am a very vocal btm). We flipped and I railed him for about 10 minutes before he made me lie face down and entered me from behind. He fucked me without remorse as my moans escalated and his breathing got heavier. He barely made a noise as his dick spasmed inside and flooded me. It felt so good. I will never forget.

This picture says it all… Democrats will treat you as their equal, while to the vast majority (98.6%) of Republicans you are a second class citizen.

Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. The Game Got Out of Control - Part 4 (The Preparation) I was totally confused, what should I do? Smear my hole with semen, or not? Semen can be very dangerous ... ... On the other hand, if I don't smear it on my exit, it will certainly be extremely painful. But it will also be painful. Heaven what should i do? Elias then said meekly to me: “Look Ben, I can call you that, Cum is a natural lubricant and extremely awesome. You really should work it on and up your ass. Then when we fuck you, you will also get some aids so that you can relax better. ”And he showed me a small black bottle with the words RUSH ZERO MEGA PELLET on it. "What is that?" I asked, eyeing this little bottle. "Should I drink this?" “No, for God's sake! It's not for drinking, you hold it under your nose and breathe it in, "said Elias. I started now very slowly and disgustedly to ingest the sperm with my fingers and to bring it towards my intestinal anus. "Come on Ben, do it, I know you want this! Your cunt longs for our tails. "Frank said. “I've been watching you for the last 2 years, you've always looked at our bulges in our pants. And it has now taken me a whole year to convince Amelie that you want that. It is also no coincidence that Amelie has to work today. She wished us a lot of pleasure with you and is expecting you back on Sunday evening at 8 pm, and then you should tell her everything. ”Simon added his husband. So I started spreading the sperm on my hole when Matteo asked if he should help me. I just nodded knowing that I would never be able to work the sperm into me. Matteo now began to play with one finger on my asshole, he used his other hand to jerk off. All of a sudden, I wasn't prepared for it, it hit my buttocks quite warm and damp. Matteo had hosed on my ass. But he immediately led it to my waiting hole and pushed it into me with two, then three fingers. He kept twisting his fingers in different directions in my intestines, there was some sharp pain, then it subsided, then it reappeared in another place But slowly I started to like it, I began to moan softly, and my cock grew to its full size too. "Look at that! The fagot really likes it! ”Exclaimed Hussein. Suddenly Matteo pulled out of me, looked at his fingers, and said: "Our Bennie is now prepared, sees how beautiful pink my fingers are." He grinned quite angrily. “Who wants to be first? Asked Simon. To be continued shortly .......

The slam gangbang wasn't going to fit in the ice fishing hut so I moved the sling to our basement wreck room. Every guy I invited was a top or vers and either had experience getting slammed or was looking for the opportunity. A special HIV blood slam donor for Mike was among the crowd. It was Mike's friend from the Las Vegas trip. He had won his wager and now sported a huge viral load. The biggest surprise was my neighbor Flint. Our wives were going to be away shopping and he, like me, wanted to experiment with his wild side. I made sure my bar was well stocked for the party. Mike provided lots of white powder to sniff. My drug dealer had lots of experience with slamming chrystal meth and was a straight top that enjoyed tapping a gay ass from time to time: as long as the gay or bi guy was butch. It seemed every participant brought their own favorite brand of poppers. And of course the lube I provided was laced to guarentee a horny good time for bottom and top alike. When I realized the extent of intoxicating power in the room I wanted to encourage every guy to set 911 on their speed dial. I was terrified and the adrenaline rush that caused had me hornier than a school boy even before I had any intoxicants in my system. When everyone was well lubricated from booze and a few lines Mike's buddy plugged his play list into my sound system. He turned up the volume to "It's Raining Men." He moved to the center of the floor and proclaimed for all to hear. "Great start fellas, let's step it up a bit." He was already starting an erotic striptease slowly and seductively unbuttoning his stylish transparent floral shirt. His arms, chest and eight pack were very well developed and adorned perfectly with lots of tribal tattoos. He held every man's attention as his shirt hit the floor. His hips gyrated and he started unbuttoning his tight butt accentuating jeans as he danced around the circle planting a passionate kiss on every guy's lips. He recruited assistants to remove his boots, socks and jeans revealing his 10 and a 1/2 inch erection which he stood and stroking to the music. It was one of those beautiful cocks with a perfect upward curve that any bottom knows will nail their prostate just right. He danced over to Mike, pulling Mike's shirt over his head revealing Mike's beautiful hairy body. Others pitched in to get Mike fully naked. Mike was escorted to the sling and helped into it. Mike protested, "I'm not a bottom." His poz friend put a shushing finger to his lips. A circle of semi clad mostly naked men now stood around the occupied sling. My jock strap wearing dealer administered Mike's first meth slam. Arm in the air, coughing jag finished Mike's saucer eyes showed he was ready. Mike's poz friend put a needle to his own arm and began to carefully draw a plunger full of tainted blood. Every guys cock was out and rock hard as he slowly, directly and seductively delivered the blood slam into Mike's vein. Mike was so overcome with emotion that tears of joy streamed down his face. Viral blood slam delivered Mike's poz friend moved in between Mike's stirruped legs and his naked cock taped at Mike's vulnerable hole. Mike smiled big time finding enough energy to gently push the fuck tool away. "My arm's all you get. Fuck! I'm so fuckin high and horny I need to get out of this thing and fuck one of your holes." While Mike was assisted out of the sling my drug dealer slammed Mike's friend, me, and Flint. Mike's raw cock was up my ass as soon as my coughing jag ended. It felt amazing! Mike's poz friend was in the sling with Flint's naked monster pounding his ass into next week. By now it was hard to hear anything over the coughing, groans and rutting throughout the room. However I did hear Flint speak to Mike's friend. "I'm so fuckin horny. I need to give up my ass. Give me my first fuck ever." Mike's friend smiled and said, "Take your pick man. Every guy in this room would love to break your gorgeous hairy bear cherry I'm sure." "Fuck that," responded Flint. "I want your cock and load man." "You sure?! I'll likely knock you up." "I don't want pozed but I'm not passing up this gamble. I'm just too fuckin horny for your big cock man, and you alone. " As Flint climbed in the sling Mike's friend asked if I was okay with him giving his first load to Flint. It was supposed to be my gangbang after all. I gave my surprised enthusiastic assent as another naked cock pushed up my ass. When Mike's friend was getting close we heard Flint bellow, "Give it to me man! Just try to poz this negative bear ass. Give it your best shot. Fill me ...awgh ...FUCK ...FUCK... FUCK. You're unloading aren't you?! ... Fuck, fuck ... what did I just do? What the fucking hell did I just do?!"

I personally have no issue sharing space with trans men. My dick, which does what it wants without regard to my thought processes, definitely has no problem with trans men sharing a space. My dick responds to transmen the same as it does to men born with a penis. It gets sprung. So I will go with my dick's input that my mind agrees with that trans men are men that should be welcomed in male spaces without stigma from narrow minded jerks who are missing out on great people.

Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. The game got out of hand - Part 3 (Overcoming skills) I couldn't go home naked, once across town, but I didn't want to suck anyone, after all, I'm straight. In the end, I only had the choice to stay and continue playing, somehow I had to get my clothes back. Frank started to throw the dice again, I really wanted to win this game, and played totally at risk, which was a fatal mistake, because I lost again, this time against Johannes. Johannes grinned devilishly when he opened his jeans, his 19cm long pipe jumped right in front of my lips. I had never consciously seen any penis other than my own, let alone touched it or put it in my mouth. "Open your mouth, you bitch, and suck hard!" He yelled at me. I didn't know what to do, I knelt in front of this black man of tail and could hardly move. But through the harsh command tone, I couldn't help but open my mouth, completely perplexed, and then he pushed his way into my mouth. Disgust came over me, I didn't like it at all. Salty-sweet pre-cum oozed on my tongue and in my throat. Suddenly Johannes yelled at me again: “Hey bitch, that hurt, please take care of your teeth! Look! My glans is bleeding a bit! " I wanted to answer, but with the monster in my mouth I couldn't. Next I got a slap in my face with the palm of the hand of Johannes, whereupon I bit something in the tail again. “You stupid bitch, if you can't handle my cock in your mouth, I'll have to fuck you! You have one more try! ”He yelled at me again. I tried to make sure that didn't happen again. "Oh yes fagot, that's good, I'll be right there, and you will swallow it nicely, as a reparation!" He fucked my mouth and throat 5 to 6 times, then it literally exploded, I couldn't swallow everything, no matter how hard I tried. About half of the still disgusting semen flowed out of my mouth. Johannes got angry again and yelled at me: "What did I order you dirty fagot?!? Right! You should swallow everything! I think it's time for a lesson! " "Sorry." I almost whined, "will definitely not happen anymore." “It's too late for that now!” Roared Johannes “You fagot will now pick up the precious, good sperm from the floor with your hands, and smear your dirty asshole with it! From inside and outside! Do you understand?" “Understood, yes, but why should I do this? I'm straight and I have a girlfriend, ”I whispered almost incomprehensibly. Johannes laughed scornfully, and then said: "Well, if you don't want to lubricate your asshole, we can fuck you dry!" Oh god, where did I maneuver myself into? Do they seriously want to fuck me? Are there condoms here? I don't have any. Be curious, the sequel will follow soon ...

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.

Thank you. And to all the guys who have been jerking off to my work. I've been taking some time off -- I was doing a bit too much "research" for the writing, and it was starting to impact my life. Things are going well, and I'll probably come back in late February / early March. In the meantime, I always appreciate your feedback - both here and in the messages.

It was about 6:30 on a Thursday when I left the Wall Street and headed for the home. Usually the subways are crowded well into the evening, but when I got to the station, it was deserted. I headed toward the end of the platform where I usually catch the train. There, behind a post, was this attractive suit, 30’s, blonde, blue eyes, no ring of any sort. Just my type. He looked kind of frazzled after a hard day’s work, his guard down but not out. So for lack of anything else to do, I cruised him. On the nearly empty train I sat across the aisle from him so I could stare at his crotch. It was pretty obvious what I was doing. He got the message and cupped his groin. 10 minutes into Brooklyn he got off, and I followed. On the platform, we introduced ourselves. He was Kevin, single, 31, and horny. The feeling was mutual, and we hauled ass for his apartment. Soon as the door slammed behind us, we began to make out. After an eternity of kissing, groping, probing, and haphazard disrobing, he led me into the bedroom. He was worth the wait, pretty awesome with his clothes off, well-built, toned, with a juicy cock and an even juicier ass. I asked him if he were top or bottom, and he said both. We sucked and played with each other, and then I asked him to fuck me. He put on a condom. I hate the damn things. He told me he was neg. But I wouldn’t hold that against him. After a while I told him I wanted to fuck him; and he was seemed pleased with my suggestion. Since this Roman used condoms, I played by the house rules and grabbed one of his rubbers. I fucked him wearing the condom till I got his ass nice and sloppy with lube and spit. I started to jerk him while I fucked him, doubling his pleasure. I pulled out and asked him to get on his knees. I fingered his ass with one hand while I pulled my condom off with the other—carefully concealing it beneath the sheet. That accomplished, I shoved my bare cock up his hole and really started to ram him. I worked his tits and slammed my bare cock up his ass for a good 20 minutes. As my cum came to a boil, I shoved my pulsing cock in deep into his ass. A week’s worth of poz jizz shot into his guts. Mission accomplished! I pumped him a bit longer to massage it in real good. Of course he had no idea I had fucked him raw. He moaned and writhed and played right into my hands as I poisoned his sweet neg ass. In the business of pozzing, the technique of pulling out is as important as the way you get it in. The name of the game is to avoid suspicion. I pulled my condom from under the sheet; and slipped it over my dick head to make it look like it had mostly come off as I pulled out. Then I made sure Kev saw me pull it completely off. I kept my hand over the empty reservoir to conceal it. I finished by sucking him off so he’d want more when it came time to reseed him. True to form, he gave me his phone number and practically begged to call him over the weekend. I’ll oblige, because I want to make sure he gets properly seeded. Then I want to keep in touch until his next HIV test. I’ll be so shocked when he tells me he’s poz. “Oh, Kevin! Do you know who did it? With the meds these days, it’s no big deal. Long as you keep a strict regimen and take all the pills the doctor orders. You won’t get sick and die. You’ll be able to keep on working. Depending how you feel about it, you can even bareback now. That’s the positive. No one has to know. There are guys who do that, you know. Gee, Kevin, do you think I ought to get tested?”

I found him on BBRT. He was 22. I was 24. He was Latin, uncut, said he was poz. My status said, "Ask Me." I had been barebacking for a while: in the sauna at the gym, in the bathroom at Splash, in the back room at underwear parties around town. That Wednesday, I was horny after working out at the gym, and I pulled out my phone in the locker room before going to the steam room. Scruff is a great app. He had a hairy chest and a great uncut dick. I unlocked. Put my phone away, tried to get blown in the steam room but failed. Showered. He had messaged back, unlocked, and given me the address. "I'm poz, not on meds. I don't pull out. If you want it, come." I put on my sweaty gym clothes instead of my work clothes and walked to the address. I rang the buzzer, but didn't expect an answer. But he buzzed. The door pushed open. Was I really doing this? I felt my ass throbbing, and my cock started to get hard in my pants as I walked up the four flights of stairs. By the time I got to his apartment, it was swinging between my legs--perfect for when I was going to be the poz top breeding some new neg bottom. But for now it was me. I was going to get pozzed. I felt the precum oozing out just thinking of it. I started to knock on the door but it was already open. I pushed it open, walked in, and locked it behind me. As I passed the kitchen, a glass was on the counter. "It's G. Drink it," he ordered. I drank it. "Go bend over and show me your ass while the G hits you." I complied. I got on my knees on the carpet in broad daylight, and after a few minutes I felt my head swimming and my desire for cum was boiling up even more insistently. Then he pulled down my workout pants and started licking my hole. I moaned uncontrollably. "How does that feel, bitch?" "Great" I said honestly. He started eating me out masterfully, licking, biting, driving his tongue into my freshly-showered ass. Then I felt it. His rock-hard dick, slick with precum, no condom, full foreskin. He just pushed in. It didn't take long. He shoved in for a few strokes. "Damn, you're hot, bitch" he said. He fucked me for less than a minute. Then I heard him grunt, he stiffened, and I felt his dick get slick as he pistoned in and out. He held it inside me for a minute, then he softened and fell out. "Go on PrEP if you want. If you don't, you're poz now, whore. Get out of my house, chaser." He walked away, closed his bathroom door, and left me alone. I fingered the cum that leaked out of my ass, then went home to decide if I wanted to do PrEP or not. I decided not to. He blocked me. I never saw him again, but my next test result was poz. I jerk off to this memory a lot.

I met this cute guy named Paul at a dance club in the city where I and a couple of buddies were checking-out the scene. I spotted him on the dance floor alone in a corner and noticed he was my height, if probably about twenty pounds lighter. A real doll. His movements were fluid and sleek. His style, provocative. I stood there, smoking cigarettes, watching him. He was wearing a Tee, worn jeans, and black tennies. He had blonde hair, shaved flat along the sides, which accentuated the narrowness of his face and body. He knew that I was watching. I thought of some exotic urban mating ritual as I watched him gyrate to the industrial noise of the over-sized speakers. My friends noticed the object of my attention and politely kept their distance. After a couple more songs, the hot young blonde tired of dancing and came over and asked for a cigarette. His boldness caught me off guard, and I could hardly contain my arousal as I fumbled for the pack. There he was, just two feet away, smiling, and waiting for a light and much more. I dug my lighter out of my pocket and lit his cig. He pulled up a stool next to mine and spread his legs. I stared at the holes in his jeans, lusting after the sparse patches of flesh, wishing I could see more. We talked about the music, life, bullshit. He seemed rather cool and sure of himself. When Paul finished his cigarette, he leaned over and asked me if I felt like coming over to his place to listen to some better music. I couldn't have cared less about the music, but that didn’t stop me from grinning a lewd acceptance. He lived in a small one-bedroom in a high-rise within walking distance of the bar. Paul pulled out a couple of beers and we sat on the tiny balcony. He told me that he was twenty years old and worked as a painter with his uncle. He really didn't look twenty. Seventeen was more like it. But he did have an apartment of his own and was probably telling the truth. I started to rub Paul's thigh. I wanted to touch his skin through the holes in his jeans. When I did, he kind of stretched out, and his erection became evident. It had to be seven inches, and not very thick. I got on my knees to strip down his pants. He seemed to enjoy being undressed, and made no effort to resist. Like a rag doll with a shit eating grin on its face. He had almost no body hair except for some light brown fur in his pubes and armpits. He had a good tan, but no tan-line. So he used a tanning bed. That night I sucked off his beautiful seven-incher twice. The first time was rather quick; he shot a load of hot juice down my throat in less than two minutes. After he came, he kissed me passionately, as though he enjoyed the taste of his cum in my mouth. We rolled around on the bed for a while. Paul knelt above me, and I licked his balls. My tongue probed his anus and slid in his ass. He writhed hedonistically. I lifted him off me and arranged him face up on the bed. It was then that I noticed the handcuffs on the bed posts. I pointed them out, and he grinned and offered me his hands. I put the cuffs on him and hooked them around the bed posts. With his arms thus bound, I began the rape of his body. He thrashed about and flailed wantonly beneath my tongue. I got more aggressive and spread his legs. He squealed when I stuck a moist finger up his ass, and moaned when I replaced my finger with my tongue. I worked his ass cheeks as I rimmed him. Once his hole was nice and wet, and his body relaxed, I knelt between his slender legs and pointed my dickhead at his anus. He wanted it all right. He practically backed up on my cock. I pressed forward. He moaned with pleasure (or pain) as my dick slowly sunk into him. I got about three-fourths of the way in, but he was really tight. I leaned forward and nibbled his ears. That drove him wild. I could feel my dick slip deeper into him. He moaned loudly as I began to pulse. I stuck my tongue in one ear, then the other. With a firm grip on his buttocks I sped up my thrusts. Paul moaned louder as I pounded harder, sharper. By the time I achieved ass-slapping speed, he was gasping for air and grunting with the exacerbated onslaught. I could feel my orgasm building and pounded him deeper. When I could hold off no longer I pulled out to the tip and thrust back with full force. The ejaculation seemed to last forever as a week’s worth of thick poz cum belched into him. As I pulled out of his brutalized ass I wondered if he were neg or had been. I noticed a small pinkish stain on the sheet where he was lying. Either way, I figured it was no big deal, since neither one of us had asked about status beforehand. He smiled like a cat who had swallowed a canary, and asked for a smoke. After planting a sloppy, leisurely kiss on his wet lips I lit one and let him inhale. I kind of liked the sight of him cuffed, lying there immobilized, and at beck and call of my venomous cock. If he weren’t poz, he should be. Barebacking like that, it was bound to happen. I was just saving him time and trouble. For his own good, I committed to fuck him again.

My name is Will. I live in the South, in a really big small town, or a really small big town, however you want to describe the place. At the time I had just turned 30 and was very cute with dark messy hair and long eyelashes. I didn’t hang out many people so I had the reputation for being mysterious and that got me a lot of play. I also had the reputation of barebacking a lot, but everyone else was also barebacking, right? I was hanging out at one of the two gay bars in my town on a Tuesday night. This was the seedier of the two and on a Tuesday it was just a meat market. Of course I was trying to get laid. Why else would I have been there? I was sitting at the bar with my back to the pool tables trying to pick up Dave, who sort-of worked at the bar. Or at least just thought he did. Anyhow, I knew he was a big whore, he was so cute and funny that I just didn’t care - I wanted to fuck the hell out of him. I’m 5’10 and, after running a furniture store for several years my body was thick and strong. Dave was five inches shorter and looked like Peter Pan. I thought we made a great looking set, but Dave was hedging his bets. You know, trying to put off deciding who to choose because of the promise of something better coming along. I knew there wasn’t anything better coming along, but hey, we all know the type right? I had noticed he was also talking to a guy to his right, I was on his left. I looked over and the guy was really sexy, lean, clean cut and very preppy looking. He was obviously young because he bore the mark of the underage, Giant Xes on his hands in permanent marker to stop him from drinking. I was tired of Dave’s bullshit and was ready to call the night a bust, so I leaned over to Dave and told him I was calling a cab and going home. Dave said “Hey Mark," pointing at the guy to his right who was just about to leave, "I bet he’ll give you a ride.” I looked over at Mark who nodded shyly and I quietly remarked to Dave "I thought that Mark was your trick for the night." Dave whispered to me “No, you've got it wrong. Mark’s my ex, but just to warn you he loves to fuck and if you think I’m a whore, you haven’t seen anything yet!” I looked over again at Mark and thought the night might be looking but it was probably too good to be true, because although he was a slimmer than I normally went for, Mark was beautiful. With that Dave introduced us, and casually mentioned to Mark that I needed a ride home. Mark looked me up and down and quickly said "Sure, I'll give you a lift," and with that we were on our way. I just lived ten minutes from the bar so we just made a little small talk on the ride back. I asked him if Dave was a fun fuck and that relaxed him and got him talking. When we got to my place he asked if I had anything to drink, since he couldn’t get anything at the bar so I invited him to come on up. We had a couple shots of Everclear and were chasing with a Corona, and Mark told he had asked Dave to hook us up earlier and reached over and kissed me. We made out for a few minutes and I said we should go to the bedroom and we did. I took his clothes off. It's one of my things. I love to undress a guy. He was fucking perfect: tall, smooth, and a nine inch dick. It wasn't fair. He was fuckin' perfect. When I took my shirt off he ran his hands over my chest and stomach and said “I love fucking muscle guys!” Up until this point I had thought I was topping. "You’re a top?" I asked. “Yeah man, I don’t get fucked” he replied. "What makes you think I do?" I replied. "Oh, people talk" he casually remarked as he started pulling at my nipples. Damn people did talk. Playing with my nipples was the sure way to make me take a dick and a few people knew that. No matter what I was in the mood for, if you played with my nipples enough I would let you fuck. It wasn’t long before he had pushed my back on the bed, pulled my pants off and had my legs on his shoulders. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on my asshole and the pushed the head of his dick in. I couldn’t believe this kid. I barely knew him, and his bare cock was deep in my hole. He was so young and sweet I was sure it would be okay. He was good at it too. He worked that big dick in my ass till I was whimpering for it harder and harder. The more he fucked the less innocent he seemed, and the mantra he kept saying, “Fucking you bareback is so hot!” only added to the excitement. After a few minutes I suddenly felt really wet and warm inside, he had cum in my ass with no warning. "Did you just cum in me" I asked him, but he didn't seem to hear me, and just kept on pumping. There was something about that, about him loading my ass up without even clearing doing so with me. Man I wanted more. He must have seen that I was losing control cause he got ready to blow the second load he let me know “Fuck man I’m cumming, take all of it man, all of it! Fuck here it is, here its is!” With that my ass was flooded a second time. After he caught his breath he commented “I didn’t think you take my load like that man!” Not that he gave me much choice. Fuck, I thought. He pulled out and fell in bed beside me, pulled me on my side and spooned me, with my ass leaking his own cum out onto his slicked up dick and that’s how we fell asleep. I woke in the middle of the night with Mark pushing the head of his dick back into my ass for round three. When he blew in me again he left his dick in me and we fell back asleep like that. When I woke up the next morning he was gone. I didn’t hear from him in the next few days so I just chalked it up to a hot one-nighter and man, was it hot. Two weeks went by and I was trying to pick up a guy on Saturday night at the better of the two bars in town. He was a pretty guy, a little on the stocky side but I loved that and he had a great ass. To my surprise he turned me down, saying "No man, I heard you are positive!” I told him that I didn’t know where he had heard that but it wasn’t true. He replied “No, Mark told everybody that he fucked you without a condom a few weeks ago. He said he felt really bad about doing it, but you let him nut in you three times and never even asked. Everyone knows Mark is positive, man!” I tried to play it off like it never happened, but my face was on fire and I just walked away. Sure enough, a few weeks late I came down with the flu. 'Fuck', I thought. This is a true story. But what do you think? Is it the end, or the beginning?

Today I got to thinking about the times I’ve had sex with cops over the years. Here’s my rundown. Hope you don’t mind the length - think of it as five separate stories. My first hookup with a cop took place at my sisters wedding reception at the local union hall. I was all of 19 years old and the cop could not have been too much older. I saw his name badge, Anthony something. He was slim, dark hair, olive complexion, with a 5 o’clock stubble. A handsome, swarthy, Italian. I chatted him up and gave him all the signals. His occasionally reaching down to adjust himself told me I was on the right track. After awhile, he announced it was his break time and that he was gonna go take a leak. He paused for a half beat and walked away. Message received, I followed close behind, through the hall and down the stairs to the lower level. The bathroom had an old trough urinal. There was no-one else there. We pull up together, side by side, and haul out our meat. He immediately releases a powerful stream, while I manage barely a dribble. “Impressive”, I remark. We both stroke the last few drops of piss out. Our dicks swelling visibly. He smirks as he puts his cock away, zips up, and signals me to follow. He walks quickly to the back of the men’s room and through a door marked “Janitor”, me right behind. Once inside, he locked the door lock with authority and turned to me. Grabbing me by the lapels of my rented tux, he swung me around and pushed me to the wall. I was stunned for a moment as he stepped back and hauled out his now fully hard cock. “This what you want, FAGGOT?”, he spoke in a harsh but hushed tone. I stood there jaw slack. “SUCK IT!”. My knees hit the cement floor as I took his uncut cock in my mouth. “You like that, FAGGOT?!” He asked as he slapped my face - hard. “Yeah! You liked that didn’t you?” I did. I liked it. A lot. He didn’t have a big dick but it was angry, veiny as hell, and hard as steel. After only a few seconds of sucking he grabbed the sides of my head and started skull fucking me. “Yeah. That’s how you want it - that’s how you need it” He was all out pounding my face now. I could feel his belt start causing damage to my forehead and the bridge of my nose. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. You hear me FAGGOT! I’m gonna fuckin cum and you’de better swallow every fucking drop”. This was divine torment. I was being face raped by a cop. “TAKE IT! FUCKIN’ TAKE IT!” he spit the words out as he filled my mouth with seed. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as he grounded himself into me. “Every drop. FAGGOT! Every fucking drop. I don’t wanna see one drop on my uniform”. Needless to say, not one drop of cum got on his uniform. Blood from my forehead, however, was another thing. He grabbed a paper towel, “Clean that up!”, he ordered. I wiped my blood off his belt. He straightened himself up and tucked himself in. I knew better than to get up from the floor. “I’m gonna walk out of here. You,’”, he said leaning down with a pointed finger, “are gonna stay here for five minutes before you leave. Understand?” I saw rage and contempt in his face. I didn’t dare look him in the eyes. “Yes....Sir.”, I croaked out. He turned and as he opened the door he muttered “Fucking FAGGOT”. I stayed there, on the floor, my knees aching, blood trickling down my face, cum on my lips, and all I could do was pull out my cock and jack off ‘til I came. Once I had cleaned up, I went back upstairs. I saw him standing there in the same place we started. And it was like nothing ever happened. He looked at me like any other party random goer. No hint of recognition. Nothing. Compete poker face. I had to explain how I “walked into a door” to a couple of people. To this day, I have a tiny scar between my eyebrows as a reminder. Second cop was an early bf of mine. Well...bf is too strong a word. More accurately, he was a guy who fucked me on the regular. Denny would call me late at night (this was before cell phones, so no texts) and come over for a booty call. Usually on Friday and Saturday nights. We met when he responded to a two vehicle accident I was involved in. Don’t ask how it moved from that to him fucking me later that week. I honestly don’t remember. Denny was a beast. Blond, barrel chested, big fucking uncut cock - seriously, he had an 8” hooded monster. He’d come by for a pump and dump. So I’d always clean out before bed those nights in case he called. Once he arrived, he would just walk in (he never knocked). There was to be no talking. I would ‘assume the position’ (laugh) head down ass up at the edge of the bed. He would drop trou, grease his uncut meat, and slide into me slowly. (That last part, a concession he made at my request, for originally he would impale me all at once and rip my guts apart.) Once in me, he would take a long hit of poppers and he would be gone. Totally in his own head as he fucked me. I was a meathole. A fucksleeve. A slightly more satisfying option than just jacking off. Nothing more. Sometimes he would fuck me slowly, lazily. Other times he would completely pummel me to the point of destruction. I never knew which to expect. And all through that, not one word from him, until the end. When he was ready to cum, he would stop, reach down, pull his gun, put it to my head and croak out the words, “Don’t you fucking move! Stay very, very, still.” A long pause would follow, both of us frozen in place as the muzzle of his gun dug into my scalp - only then I would feel his dick spasm deep inside me. I could feel every rope of cum as it shot out of him and into my cunt. We would stay there suspended as he emptied himself into me. His cock deflating inside me until finally, he would take a step back; his gun finally returned to its holster. This was my signal to turn and clean him off with my mouth. Sometimes, just sometimes, he would softly stroke my hair. This ‘arrangement’ lasted most of a year. Then, by winter, he stopped calling/coming over. I never saw him again after that. >>> EDIT: The first time he did that gun thing, yeah, I freaked out. But he showed me that he had, in fact, removed the clip, emptied the chamber, and engaged the safety. He apologized but said doing that was gonna be a deal breaker for him. The fact that I was young and stupid and he had a big dick overrode my good judgement. Denny was...intense - to say the least. Third cop was a state trooper named Robert. We met at a gay leather weekend event. Lean muscled, late 40’s, hairy chest, flattop haircut, graying temples. Total cockpig. Sucked me with an expertise I rarely experience anymore. I fucked him legs up in my hotel room that night. That man had a pussy on him that felt tight all the way to his core. And his cunt milked my dick like nothing I had experienced before. Seriously. I was having real trouble lasting more than just a few minutes fucking him. He agreed to stay the night with me (something I rarely do) so I could fuck him again the next morning. Seeing this 100% masculine, lean, blue eyed Daddy riding my cock cowboy style that next morning; his soft, useless dick bouncing and jiggling before me drove me wild. He was the embodiment of unapologetic, sexual abandon. I bred him again that morning before we parted ways. I would see him again late that night in the playroom. He was up in the public sling taking in all cummers. I do believe every top at that run dumped his load in Robert at some point that weekend. Sunday morning, we traded info and eventually set a date for me to visit for the weekend at his home (he lived a couple of counties away). Only learned he was in law enforcement when I arrived at his house and there was a trooper vehicle in his driveway. He chuckled and verified that yes, it’s his car. Fucked him every which way there is in his basement sling and his fuckbench. He even let me fuck him (partially) in uniform. Hot weekend. Visited him again another time; he had set up a gang bang for himself. Me and five other guys took turns on him in the course of the day. We’d drink beer, smoke cigars, eat barbecue, and fuck Robert. I’ll confess - I could have developed feeling for Robert...I was developing feelings for Robert. He was everything I’d ever want in a man. But he made it clear he wasn’t interested in a relationship with anyone. I would see him again at other leather events; up in the sling. I take a turn sliding into his cummy cunt. Our eyes would lock as I fucked him. The feel of his cumslicked pussy only making me breed him even more quickly than normal. And once I had bred him and another dick had taken my place, he reached for my arm, pulled me to him, and kissed me deeply - something he did with very few cummers - before I folded back into the crowd. The fifth cop was Roy. Roy had been one of other invitees at that group scene at Robert’s house. Roy works as a deputy in a nearby suburb of my town. More of a bubba - heavy set dude with a stubby dick. But he fucking makes those four and a half inches work. Seriously. The man never goes soft and he is a multiple cummer. It’s fuck, cum, pause, repeat. Three or more times per session. (I know, right?) That little dick has real stamina and staying power. (Never underestimate a man because he has a small dick.) Roy is also a helluva good bottom. He loves his toys when he bottoms. I still have four or five favorite toys that he likes me to use on his cunt when he comes over. He taught me a lot about playing with toys during our sessions. Done right, it makes him drip precum like a leaky faucet. Which he uses to jack himself off and cum REPEATEDLY. I’ve learned a lot about Roy and his family. And over the years, we have traded a lotta cum back and forth between us. More and more time passes between fuck sessions. Of course, 2020 made hooking up impossible - so looking forward to seeing if the magic is still there in 2021. Hope you enjoyed reading about my experiences. Leave a comment if you did. :-)

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Finally the guys in DC organized a bb party. With the pandemic it was over a year . Last Friday I went. there is a room where I laid on my stomach ass in the air. A young guy came in He looked young but they check id so I know he was legal. Without a word he slipped his long dick in me. After a while he sped up and I heard him groan as he came inside and he came again. When he did pull out my ass was dripping

Had to travel for work recently and rather than stay in a hotel I got in touch with an old colleague I knew lived in the area I was visiting. He and his partner are in their 50s and whilst they're just my type (older, hairy, bears), nothing sexual had ever happened before so I hadn't even thought about it before I arrived, I just assumed we'd catch up over a few drinks and a nice meal. That part of the evening went how I expected and at about 11pm I headed up to the spare room and started to get ready for bed. I'd just got down to my underwear when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find my colleague and his partner standing there with three whiskeys and he asked if I wanted a nightcap before bed. I said yes and they came into the room and we all sat on the bed with our drinks. I went to put some clothes back on but my colleague told me not to bother and ran his hand up my leg until he reached my crotch and gave my cock and balls a good squeeze. Within minutes we were all naked with me on all 4s with my colleagues tongue up my arse and his partners fat cock in my mouth. The took turns fucking my hole and both blew two loads each up me before the night was out. When they were both spent my colleague blew me until I came in his mouth. He spat my cum onto my hole and fucked it into me with their four loads. Then he had me push them out and fed them to me before we all kissed, passing our mixed cum between us before they eventually made me swallow it all. It was a good night! Hoping I get to go back again soon!

This is the fantasy of my 25th birthday: I had always been a safe sex bottom and fucked bare as a top only occasionally. As my 25th birthday was approaching I began to feel I needed to fulfill a long burning desire: to be bred by numerous guys with no questions asked. The night of my birthday I called a friend of mine who happened to be the manager of a local bathhouse. "Hey, D! What's going on birthday boy?" he asked as he answered the phone. "Well Sam, I am needing to fulfill a longtime desire of mine and would like your help." I begin to explain the scenario I want to him: I want to be put in a sling, naked, lubed and blindfolded. I want ads posted on CL, BBRT, A4A and at the entrance of the baths for any and all guys to fuck my hot hole until they drop a load. I explain I will be available all evening and willing to take any cock brought to me. The only catch is this: I don't want to know the guys status until he is breeding me deep and it is too late. Sam agreed to set up the situation for me and I got get ready for my evening, making sure I was clean inside and out, and ready for a night of getting absolutely loaded. When I arrived at the bathhouse Sam greeted me saying "Alright man! I have everything ready and have gotten about 200 replies to all the ads, and there are already about 50 men here waiting." I quivered at the thought of what was before me. I knew this was what I wanted, but I was still slightly nervous. Sam led me to the sling, stripped me naked and locked me in the sling. Now I know I was committed, so when Sam asked I was ready, I replied "I was born ready, babe!" "Mind if I'm the first cock tonight then?" he asked as he dropped his pants. "Bring it on!" He gave me a rough and powerful fuck, just to get me opened and ready to serve men all night. Just as he was about to shoot he leaned over and growled in my ear "Here's your first POZ load of the night bitch! Welcome to the Brotherhood!" I almost passed out as I felt his hot load singe my tight hole. Then he blindfolded me and left me alone for the fun to commence, with only the music to keep me company. (Well, that and the hot load leaking from my ass.) To be continued?

I’m too tired to read all the comments thoroughly, so mine can be redundant. I have many attractive friends who are surely or supposedly straight. I would lie if I’d say that I never played with the thought what if we could have sex. Once, one of my besties was drunk and we were in the same bed. He was extremely horny and began to hint what would be if I suck him. I was eager trying his cock. Or only to see his hardon. I ruminated on what this would cause in our friendship. And I decided to refuse him. Next day he met a girl who was a big love of him. We gays hate if straight people try to push us into women. If they make questionable our orientation. Why do we want to push straight guys into men? On the other hand, I have gay friends who are also attractive. And we have never had sex. Because friendship is more valuable than a quick sex. If you already read my comments you must know that I’m hypersexual and sex is one of the most important things in my life. I’m not picky, hardly can be found man I refuse. Because to find a good sex is not a big deal but find a real friend. So I never risk friendship for a quick adventure. And in that unexpected case if in this purely friendly relationship is something more it will be clear sooner or later.

So, I thought I'd write about this as it was my first experience of a Horse Fair. This horse fair was organised by The Boots, in Antwerp. They seem to have three or four of these throughout the year. If you don't know The Boots, it is quite a nice venue and play space. The basement has a bar and darkrooms with cages, slings and a gyno chair with the stirrups. Next up is the entrance and changing area - with proper douche showers. Up again is the main bar and a smoking room. Next floor up is the play space with many cubicles, maze, holes, slings and a wet area. This space is more enclosed catering to those who prefer private fun. Up a floor is another play space - more SM themed and quite open - less private. The attic is sometimes also open when it is busy and serves as a chill out area. In short it's one of the best play spaces in Europe - not as big as Labotatory in Berlin, but very good nonetheless. OK so as a Mare (of course) I arrived at 3pm and after changing I joined the other mares in the basement. I counted 23 of us in total, and it was a mix of ages shapes and sizes. I would say the clientele was defiantly not 'twinks'. We had about an hour to buy drinks and get ready for the Stallions. Mares were given a yellow wrist tag (like you get as music festivals). I am guessing the stallions - who arrived from 3.30pm - were guided to the main bar upstairs. I know they were given red wristbands. At 4pm the Stablehands came into the basement bar and gave instructions: in dutch, French and English. They showed how to wear the hoods so you cannot see, and explained that anyone caught taking off their hood or peeking would be removed. They explained that if you raised your hand in the air, a Stable hand would come to assist you - this might be to guide you to the bar, the bathroom or to resolve an issue with a stallion. As a mare, you cannot refuse a stallion but you can say stop if you *really* need to. They also handed out red bandanas to indicate that you're okay with bareback. Otherwise the stablehands will check condoms are being used. I should have thought a bit more about what was likely to happen next, as we got the instruction to put our hoods on - and there was something of a mad rush for all the good "spots" in the basement. I hooded up and managed to get a spot on a bench at the side of the room. Not having done this before I was unsure of the protocol and whether you stand, bend over ready or if it was ok to feel around to find and encourage a stallion. Being blinded its adds an extra dimension and any anxiety is amplified tenfold. It was all a bit sudden and I felt a bit out of my depth. Honestly, I couldn't see anything - and with the music pumping - the only sense you have of use is touch. (And maybe smell) So the stallions came down and started to mingle. The atmosphere was highly charged - it is difficult to imagine how heightened it is now knowing what will happen next... The next two hours were exhausting to say the least. Ordinarily I'd write about what happened, but being blindfolded I have absolutely no idea who played with me or what was happening. It was just a two hour haze of probing cocks and utter darkness. The stablehands did a great job keeping everyone in line and making sure the mares didn't remove their hoods. Now being my first time I made two mistakes - number one was not sorting out a 'spot' at the start. Number two was trying to walk/move around the venue. There was a period near the start where not a lot was happening near me, so I decided to try and find another spot - this turned out to be a mistake as I lost my original spot and then couldn't find another. There were a couple of occasions when I detected a brown smell. I had to move away as it puts me off - I was a little surprised that someone would come to a party like this and not be cleaned out properly - especially as there is cleanup facilities in the venue. Accidents can happen, I suppose. So after two hours, the music fades and we are told we can remove the hoods. Part of me didn't want to - but being able to see all of a sudden was a little overwhelming and took a moment to get used to. Thinking about it now, in terms of cocks/loads it wasn't as much quantity as I had expected - I have had better luck on a normal fetish/cruise part at The Boots, but the thing that's unique about this party is the rules, protocol and the atmosphere. There is really nothing like it - it's unbelievably horny - and although I think many guys probably expect the quantity for me it turned out to be the electric atmosphere that made it so special. But it didn't end there - it turned out the barman working the basement bar was an admirer and when the party was over he invited me upstairs to a sling room - it seemed watching the proceedings had made him very horny - and he wanted to continue the fun. Although he was hot, I did find myself wishing I still had my hood on as I missed the anonymous 'cant refuse' aspect. So now I'm back in my AirBNB with various bits sore and aching for all the right reasons... and I'm already planning to go back there for the next party!

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Thanks @Spunkinmyarse You seem to see my point. I feel the need to point out a couple of things. First I take real umbrage at anyone thinking of me as transphobic. Over 35 years ago as a business owner I hired a trans person who had had difficulty finding employment as their sex on their drivers license didn't match who they were as one could not change one's birth sex on licenses in any state at that time. And this was in Key West and other gay and lesbian business owners wanted nothing to do with this person. I got a fair amount of grief from other owners and some of my employees for my stance. I know I learned from the experience and I'm pretty sure that my other employees did as well. Second @BootmanLAcomments that the place for cis gay men who want to have time exclusively around other cis gay men is "their own house". Being a full time RV'er living at two gay campgrounds and having stayed at 14 others, I can tell you in almost every case the campground is the owner's or owners' home and legal residence. So by that logic Mr. Quinn has every right to set a cis men only rule. It is his home. I am not defending Mr. Quinn's position and definitely not his pretty abhorrent statement. I'm pretty sure he wishes he could have expressed his feelings in a much more tactful manner. However he should have the right to run his private membership only campground in any way that makes him comfortable. If someone doesn't like and there seems to a fair number who don't, no one is forcing them to go there. Just like I won't eat at Chick-fil-A or shop at Hobby Lobby. However there may be some cis gendered males for whom his policy is a plus.

Mark was the boy next door. In my case, this was literal. I live in a pretty bad part of town, and Mark’s mother was pretty hard up for cash, and she couldn’t afford anything decent for them when she moved in next to me years ago. That was when he was in his last year of elementary school. When he was in eighth grade, I could see that he was going to fill out pretty nicely as he aged. He was a little pudgy and self-conscious about his body. He was always wearing baggy clothes, I think trying to hide his boyfat from bullies. When he was a freshman, his fur started coming in, and by his junior year he had a trashy goatee going, complementing his dark brown curly hair that went from the top of his head turning black as it ran down to his toes. I’m not usually attracted to teenagers. A teenage boy is still a boy. Hell, no one is really manly until they hit their thirties, if then. It takes some time for them to grow hair on their chest, excuse the pun. And they have to be trained. It is a rare boy that is worth the hassle. Mark was different. He was boyish, yes, but also kind of pathetic. I knew that his parents didn’t have money to help him with school, and honestly in my interactions with his mother I assumed it would be pointless anyway since he would probably take after her and she was dumb as a rock. And always, always broke: My first interactions with Mark involved him borrowing something from me. Everything from cooking supplies (basic stuff like butter; she was no chef) to shaving cream when he started to need it a few years ago. She was so dumb she missed the fact that she had a blossoming faggot on her hands. Which was good for Mark, because his stupid mother was also a Pentecostal and didn’t tolerate sodomy. I knew she had her suspicions about me, but she was poor enough to have to send her son my way for the shit she couldn’t pay for, and she needed money more than she needed to express her religious opinions. I first caught wind of this when the kid borrowed a laptop of mine for a school project his junior year. It came back absolutely filthy, filled with gay porn. Age appropriate gay porn; the kid was clearly into other twinkish, young guys. Actually, young white guys that all looked like they came out of an Abercrombie and Fitch shoot. Not my scene, but pretty typical for young white gay teen. Once I knew he had a nose for cock, I started checking the hook up apps for him. Incognito, of course. Eventually I came across him one day, after he had turned 18. According to his profile, he was not into anal. Drug and disease free. Looking for same. Masc only. “Be height weight proportional, under 30 only.” His words all, not mine. Me? I’m all about anal; way, way over 30. And definitely not drug and disease free. But hey, I was masculine. I checked off that box. But I didn’t think the kid would give me the time of day. Little did I know, I had a secret weapon. One day, out of the blue, I got a knock at my door. It was Mark, and he was red with embarrassment. “Hey Mr. Walker, can I talk to you for a minute?” He was shuffling at the threshold to my apartment. He looked like he wanted to be doing anything else. This was always the way he looked when he came over asking for a big favor. “What’s up Mark? Come on in.” I left the door open for him and walked to my living room, sitting in the recliner. Mark followed me, wearing his usual baggy clothing, his phone glued to his hand like always. I had actually bought the phone for him as a gift when he was 15, and all the rest of his friends had the coolest, newest smart phones. It was a pay as you go model, and frankly not very good, but Mark didn’t mind. “Thanks Mr. Walker,” he said as he stood next to the couch. He looked at me, waiting. “You can sit, boy.” I smiled at him, putting an emphasis on the boy part. He was going to need instruction from me at some point. I snapped my fingers, pointing to the part of the couch facing me. “Sit right there.” “Yes, sir,” he said. He was always polite with me, Mark was. I liked that. “Um...I need some advice,” he said. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, that much was certain. He was doing everything he could to look away, delay. He started mumbling something about how stressed he was at school and at home, blah blah blah. Boring poor teenager stories. Talking is overrated: That boy had much better uses for his mouth. “Cut to the chase, Mark: What do you need?” I am not a patient man. I was not about to listen to hours of teen boy sob stories. “Well...see, I need a car to visit my...girlfriend.” This would not be the first time that Mark has borrowed my car. His mother doesn’t own one, and he needed one for his licensing test last year. I own a nice black SUV, and I knew that Mark loved driving it. “I see. Where does your girlfriend live?” Now, I knew damn well that this kid did not have a girlfriend. But I needed to know how far he was going to go to convince me otherwise, in order to get my car. He had to take a moment to think about this. “Uh, Windsor,” he said. “So you need to cross the border?” Mark nodded, eagerly. “Yeah and the thing is she like, um, well her mom is kinda like my mom, you know? So she can’t date or anything, and uh...well, see, her parents are kinda going out of town this weekend...” “So you just need my car for the weekend?” I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts. “Yeah, if that’s ok, Mr. Walker.” He put his head down. The boy didn’t like asking me for help, ever. Probably because he knew how much his mother had taken advantage of me over the years, without me asking for anything in return. If only his mother knew: All of the favors I’d done for Mark over the years were about to be repaid, with interest. I got up and walked over to the door, where my keys were hanging off of a coat rack. I put them in my hand, dangling them. “I don’t know, Mark. If you’re going to be driving I should really let your mom know...” “No!” He said, excitedly. “Please don’t! She won’t let me go.” Those puppy dog eyes were wide open, terrified. “So she doesn’t know about your girlfriend?” “Well uh, she thinks I am going to spend the weekend with a friend from church.” “Jason?” Mark nodded. He did not have many friends, so that could only mean Jason. Jason was Mark’s age, but mixed race and his parents were still together and not, you know, dirt poor like Mark. “So he’s covering for you?” “Well...yeah, I mean...he was gonna go with me...” “You’re both going to go on a date with this girl from Windsor?” “Well I mean, Jay is 19, so he was gonna go and drink while we, uh, did stuff.” Mark is not above lying to get what he wants, but he must have taken me for a fool. He had “borrowed” twenty bucks a couple of months ago to go to Jason’s 18th birthday party, some lame laser tag event with their church friends. And now he had concocted a wild story to justify taking my car out cruising for cock, no doubt. But I sensed an opportunity, and I took it. I made a big deal of it, but after some hemming and hawing I relented and told him that he could use my car that weekend, if he was safe and responsible. The boy was eager, and asked if he could have the keys right away. I told him that I had to clear some things out, but that I would take the keys over to him later that day. After he left, I put my plan into action. Once I had everything in place and set up inside the SUV, I walked over to Mark’s apartment and gave him the keys before his mother got home from work. My own weekend was uneventful. That is, until late on Saturday night, when I turned on the security cameras that gave me a bird’s eye view of my truck’s interior, complete with audio. I toggled a bit, seeing all the different perspectives. It was a sight to behold: A shirtless, tasty Mark giving head to an equally shirtless, big cocked Jason. “Dude, that feels so good,” Jason whispered. “Your mouth feels so fucking good....” “Mmmphh” was all that Mark could say in reply. Jason was snaking his hand down Mark’s back, moving his fingers underneath the boy’s baggy pants. “Just let me fuck you,” Jason asked. Mark shook his head, lifting his mouth up from Jason’s cock. I could see it on one of the screens: That precum and spit connecting Mark’s cocksucker lips to Jason’s tool. “Dude, I told you I’m not into that.” “Come on man, just for a minute.” Jason’s hand moved farther down, and he seemed to be stroking Mark’s ass cheek. “No way Jay. I don’t get fucked.” Jason pulled Mark up and kissed him, then whispered in his ear. Something that was too low for the camera to catch. Mark turned around. “Ok, but just a finger.” Jason immediately shoved his arm further down Mark’s pants and started playing with that unopened hole, causing Mark to groan with pleasure. Oh yeah, I had these boys where I needed them. I let this go on for a while without telling Mark I knew anything. He and Jason had a few more fun nights together in my SUV. Jason was slowly introducing Mark to the pleasures of gay sex, but he was not having any luck getting the kid to give him his ass. At the same time, the boys were starting to drink and smoke pot together. I saw some of it on the cam, but the boy was starting to reek of it when I saw him in the hallway. Finally, one Friday night he texted me, asking if I could come get him because he was too drunk to drive home. I texted back that I didn’t have any way of getting to Windsor. Then he called me. Slurring, he apologized. “I’m not in Windsor,” he explained. “Jay and I got into a fight...” His voice trailed off. He sounded confused, and like he had been crying. “Where are you?” He gave me the directions to a park that was about a half mile away from Jason’s house.They must have been going there to get busy. By the time I had ubered my way over, he was asleep, with the car running. I knocked on the driver’s window and he sat up, startled, and opened the door. “Has the car been running this whole time?” I asked. “Yeah, sorry Mr. Walker, sir,” Mark slurred. “I didn’t want to drive ‘cause...” his voice trailed off, his intoxication obvious. “Mark, you dumb shit, they can get you for a DUI if the car is running. Get in passenger seat.” He stepped out of the car and stumbled, and I had to carry him over to the passenger seat. He started to panic. “I can’t go home like this, Mr. Walker, my mom...” I nodded. “Your mom is going to be very upset with you, don’t you think?” I turned the ignition and started pulling out of the lot and headed towards the park exit. “I’m feeling tense just from what you put me through tonight,” I added. “You could have gotten us both in a lot of trouble.” The boy’s eyes were closed. “I’m sorry Mr. Walker, really I am.” “Well, not as sorry as you will be after I’ve talked with your mom about this. “ Mark opened his eyes, and looked like he was going to keep crying. But he didn’t say anything, just slouched more into his seat. “Especially after I show her the video.” This sobered him up a bit, or at least made him sit up straight. “What video?” “My security camera. Haven’t checked it lately, but if you have been drinking in this car then she needs to know.” That really got his attention. He was staring at me wide eyed. “You have a camera in here?” “Of course I have a camera in here, Mark. You know how often cars get stolen in this town?” Mark didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to: I could tell from his sweat and trembling that he knew he was going to be caught with his pants down and Jason’s big cock in his mouth. “Uh, could you not show her the video?” I shrugged. “What’s in it for me?” And Mark knew I was right. As far as he knew I had put my trust in him and he had let me down. One of the few people around him that actually seemed to care, and to do things for him. “I can do stuff for you,” he suggested. “Like...chores, that kind of stuff. Just please don’t tell my mom.” “You smell like a distillery and a hemp festival all wrapped in one,” I pointed out. “Your mom is gonna know you were out drinking.” I could feel my cock swelling in my jeans. We were not far from the apartment now. Not far at all. “Can I crash at your place? Please just let me sleep it off,” he whined at me. “If you sleep at my place, are you gonna tell me what happened tonight?” I asked him. “Everything?” He just nodded. But now he looked defeated. As we walked into my apartment, I stopped him at the doorway. “You’re not coming in here with those stinking clothes,” I told him. “Take them off.” Mark hesitated for a minute, then started taking his shirt off, struggling through his inebriation. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, apparently thinking it was over. I had to take a minute to drink him in: A little shorter than me but covered with that fine black fur. And of course, I had to see the rest of him. “All of it,” I said. “And go hop in the shower. I don’t want you stinking up the place.” He walked over to the hallway and immediately went in the wrong room. “Whoops!” I heard him say. Once I heard him step into the shower, I started disrobing. When I opened the shower door he jumped, completely startled. “Mr. Walker! What?” He stumbled again, the alcohol and pot still clouding his head. Now, I am not that attractive. I’m attractive enough to have sex regularly, but I am a little bulky, I’m losing my hair and my thirties are nothing but a memory now, and I have a lot of silver or salt and pepper hair to prove it. But I have something that a lot of fags absolutely love: A nice nine inch cock. And now it was hard, and I was not trying to hide it. I just pushed my way in and pushed him aside as I started rinsing with the water and then lathering soap over my body. “Hot water only lasts for a few minutes,” I explained. “We’re gonna need to share.” He watched me lather up my dick, and he seemed to be hyperfocused on it. So focused he didn’t hear me calling his name. “Mark? Earth to Mark?” I snapped my fingers. He was pretty drunk still. He looked back at me, and then seemed to shake himself out of whatever daydream he was in. “Sorry, Mr. Walker. I’m still kinda out of it.” “That’s ok, boy.” I lathered up my hand with soap. “You know, Mark, I’ve been watching those videos.” I put my soapy, right hand over my cock, stroking it. Mark looked absolutely terrified as I used my left hand to turn him around and press his stomach against the shower, while moving it down his back until my soaped fingers pressed down along his crack. “You probably don’t want your mom to see those videos, do you, Mark?” He just shook his head, hanging it down in shame. “And I am guessing that you don’t want Jason’s parents to see you drinking down his loads of cum, do you?” “No, Mr. Walker.” I started lathering up his hole, and he reached back to stop me but I used my right hand to grab his. “Just let me get you clean, boy.” I started soaping him up, and he started moaning as my fingers teased around his hole. “I don’t really do that,” he whispered. “What? Clean your asshole?” “No, I mean...I don’t put things up there...” I could tell from his body language that he was getting really uncomfortable. I didn’t want to come on too strong. He hadn’t tried to run away from me yet, so I would take it slower. I moved my hand away and shrugged, like I didn’t care. In reality, my hard on throbbed because my touch was the first confirmation that his hole was hairy. “Just soaping it up,” I said. “But you should always keep your cock and ass clean, boy. Always ready for a man to use them.” I finished rinsing off. As I watched him, I saw that his cock was growing. “So you really don’t want your mom to see that video huh?” I asked, scrubbing what was left of my hair with shampoo. I could see Mark staring at me, his eyes darting between my grey haired chest and my cock. “No,” he admitted. His hands had crept to his 5 inch penis, which he was stroking now. “That’s a really big favor, Mark,” I said. “What’s in it for me?” “I don’t know, Mr. Walker...” “You said something about chores?” “Yes!” Mark yelled, eagerly, his eyes wide and a big smile. “I can do chores for you!” He looked at my cock. “What kind of chores?” “Um, any kind...” I put my wet hand in the kid’s hair and stroked it. “Be more specific.” Mark hung his head. “I can suck you off. If that’s what you want.” “No, not really.” Mark had no reason to know this, but I was not really a fan of blowjobs. It was his tight, unpenetrated ass that I craved. “Not right now anyway.” He stared at me. “I have a few videos,” I told him. “Mostly shows you, sucking off Jason. Smoking pot, drinking.” I stroked my cock for him. “Just teens being teens. But I don’t think your mom would like it would she?” He shook his head. “No.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “And you don’t have anywhere else to go, do you?” Mark choked up at this. “No.” “I see.” I pushed him down, until he was forced onto his knees. “You gonna do what I say?” I asked him. He nodded at me, uncertain, his innocent curly haired face staring back at me, waiting. I pressed my dick against his lips. “Open.” I grabbed his hair, holding him against my groin. He dutifully obeyed, taking about a quarter of my nine incher into his mouth. I just stood, waiting. He started licking, hesitantly, moving his tongue around my head. And then I did it: I pissed right in his mouth. At first I think the kid thought that I was filling him with a load. Probably thought that I came prematurely like his boyfriend. But a couple seconds in, he realized what I was doing and, acting on instinct, tried to pull away. That’s when I made sure he drank it all. It wasn’t much, but I had to make sure that he knew the score. After I finished he looked up, mouth still on my dick, bewildered. Frightened. And, I think, a little excited. Because what’s better for a bottom than pleasing his top? Nothing really. And whether this kid knew it or not, he was a bottom. Or a bottom in training. And I aimed to teach him well. “Don’t leave a drop,” I told him. He sucked and sucked for a few minutes. Then I pushed him off of me and finished rinsing off while he waited on his knees. I turned off the water. “Use the mouthwash on the sink,” I told him. “There are towels in the cabinet.” I left the shower, grabbing the towel I had put out for myself when I came in. Stumbling and shaking, Mark came out drenched, looking for a towel. “Where are they?” he asked again, still dazed and confused. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet, annoyed. “Here.” “Thanks, Mr. Walker,” he said, drying himself off. Then he stumbled again, and that was when I realized that this kid was probably too shit faced to even remember me pissing in him. After he finished drying his body, he stood, mute. Waiting for something. “Go sit on the couch,” I said. He obeyed immediately, without question. As his body sank into the couch, I grabbed my phone to interface with the TV. “I’m so sleepy,” he said, snuggling into the couch. The little bitch thought he could get out of this by playing tired! “No school tomorrow,” I reminded him. “And no work for me. You should stay awake.” He preferred not to. He started moving his face against the pillow, smiling against it. “You don’t mind, do you Mr. Walker? I’m just really sleepy...” Now, ordinarily, I would let the boy sleep; after all, this piece of trash was going to end up ass up no matter what I did. Tonight, something was different. I could sense it. I let the kid lie down on the couch, and after he was asleep I raised his legs up. That sweet ass stared at me, winking. I had to have it tonight. So I did what any rational man would do: I went and grabbed a baggie of Tina and started moistening his hole with it. He started to stir. "Mr. Walker? What's going on?" I stroked my cock as I worked his hole over. Then I pushed some of the crystal inside, making Mark wince in pain. "Mark, you and your mother have taken advantage of me." I circled my finger inside his hole, and he moaned. When he saw that I was staring at him, he looked down in shame. "I-I guess. I'm sorry Mr. Walker we just-" I plunged another finger inside. "Ow! Mr. Walker I didn't-ow ow!" I was jabbing both fingers in and out now, and he was starting to open up. His protests were turning to purrs of delight. Oh yes. Tonight I planned to go all the way until this slut was begging for more cock in that pussy.

I've been on this site since 2012 and I'm not very happy about these rule changes. I understand it is a private site, and the owners are free to set the rules as they like. That said, I will probably be a lot less likely to post anything including new fiction stories, for fear of running afoul of the new rules which even after reading and re-reading several times still leave me more than a little confused. I'm just one insignificant person and I'm sure that nobody really cares what I think, but I may not be the only person who feels the same way, so unfortunately I believe that activity will inevitably suffer considerably. Well, it was fun while it lasted. If I get banned for posting this, I wish everyone out there well.

I have a few times. I honestly don't get why guys lead you on, getting you all worked up and horny only to tell you to stop once you start to fuck. They were willing all the way up to that point, so what changed? It's not like I lied or misled them about anything, they just up and changed their mind. If it's a matter of you want me to use a condom or pull out to cum then say that, but not "stop". How is that fair? So yeah, I keep going and see what I can get away with. I try and cum as soon as I can so I get what I want. Do I feel bad about it? No.

This is potentially confusing. The initial effect of, for instance, methamphetamine, may wear off after a few hours, but damage to dopamine receptors may be lasting, and the foundation for life-changing addiction may have been laid. Plus, dosing another person with a psychoactive medication - or indeed any pharmaceutical - without his knowledge and without knowledge of other health factors or other medications that might contraindicate it is not defensible. The reality is that stealth doping another human being is dangerous no matter how you color it. In fictional stories, the tale can be told that everything turned out fine - as it might, if everybody stayed lucky. But everybody doesn’t always stay lucky in real life, and sometimes harm is done even if it isn’t immediately obvious. Similarly, advocating for giving someone HIV is not to be an infraction in the way advocating for giving someone AIDS is, but the hard truth is that, at this point in the state of medical science, giving someone HIV causes him harm. Meds may hold off the development of the disease, but they do not stop it completely, and every single person with HIV, without exception, is fighting an internal battle against constant inflammation that is wearing down his systems and shortening his life. Period. What if the guy who just gets pozzed keeps getting false negative results on his HIV testing and doesn’t get on meds at all? (I’ll tell you what: He ends up with a CD4 count of 49, a viral load of 85,000, and fungal meningitis, and we’re back at AIDS even if it was never mentioned.) So it’s not as though one can say that giving someone HIV is harmless, even today. It may not be the death sentence that it was, but it’s still a chronic disease, and it sure as hell ain’t gonna wear off in a few hours. I think that this barebacker community, by its nature, tends to be one that takes a certain you-buys-your-ticket-you-takes-your-chances view on personal risk that lays the responsibility for risk on the person who experiences the effects. Such a view is sometimes at odds with a sense of responsibility for the well-being of others, and doesn’t necessarily promote an ethos of preventing harm. For that reason I think these extended restrictions are forward-thinking and necessary, and I am glad to see them implemented. I do think sometimes we as a community would do well to think a little deeper about our responsibility to prevent ourselves from becoming agents of harm to others.

Friday and Saturday each netted me one load. Friday a former regular hit me up on Grindr, a young, fat, ginger Mexican. He had a small cock with a decent girth. He liked to stretch my cunt with his hands and toys, until it was near gaping, so he could just slip his little cock inside with no resistance. He never cared if he hurt me, usually jamming the dildo hard and fast until I yelped, and then moving it in a way he knew was going to hurt. Last time we met was at the park. The conditions weren’t optimal for ass play, we had no toys, and he tried jamming his small dick into my surprisingly tight hole. It didn’t work, and he stopped coming around. Well Friday he hit me up. At first he wanted to watch me get fucked, but since he didn’t have anyone that wanted to be watched fucking me, he settled for fucking me himself. It was like all the other times, ass play, dildo, gaping, then he slipped in and pounded me until he deposited his seed. I really like feeling the weight of him against me as he pounds. While loosening me up, he said he would cum once then fuck me again, but that didn’t happen. He only came once. Saturday all kinds of dudes were hitting me up on Grindr. Must have been pent-up horniness from the previous week without electricity. Sadly I didn’t have a place to host, until one of my regulars suggested a restroom in an office building. I got there before him, occupied the pre-designated stall, stripped down to my jock, and bent over the toilet. A minute or so, then he entered the stall and he tried entering my hole. The angle wasn’t working, so I climbed up on the toilet seat, crouching down in the corner, so my hole was in the air. He didn’t have a problem with this position; slipped his long thick cock right in. And he fucked, and fucked. I wrapped my arms around the cold steel of the toilet’s plumbing. My head was facing down towards the bowl. It hurt my back, my knees ached on the hard porcelain, but I knew my place, and that was to stay in position until he was done with me. That meant minutes more, maybe 10, while he pummeled my cunt. Even after he came, I stayed on my knees, wrapped around the pipes, ass in the air, until he wiped off and left the stall. Only then did I rise out of position, thankful for the anonymous sperm he had left behind.

I can only speak for me, but some things my husband has done to me are: 1. Pull his dick out of my mouth and slap me 2. Spit on me as I'm sucking 3. Pull out and make me beg to have it back 4. Piss on me 5. Pin me down and choke me as he fucks my mouth 6. Rub his precum all over my face

Dark rooms have been something I worked up to. There are t any near me, and many places I do go don’t have a real darkroom. But I’ve found one on occasion. I used to try to figure out who was in there, read his silhouette in the fleeting bits of dim light, and feel the size of his cock and check for anything that felt unusual. It was a lot of effort and killed my sex buzz. Reading through the various stories and experiences guys share on BZ about darkrooms helped me relax into the scene and picture myself enjoying anon cock in a darkroom. My last business trip before COVID took me to SF where I found a darkroom. I prelubed, had a small bottle of additional silicon lube, and my poppers. At first there were just bottoms hanging out, but eventually the tops found us. I loved the feeling of hands exploring in the dark, finding my a hungry hole just waiting there, and their cock lining itself up to enter. The anticipation was magical. I let myself be taken in the dark, never knowing who was in me. It was amazing! I did notice the fucks are more intense, and there is no concern for the bottom’s experience since he cannot see you either — you are just a warm, wet oasis in the darkness. I was in there a few times that night, and cannot wait for my next experience.

Hit up a couple buds and we met up Friday. Me and first bud got there early and commenced BJ, eating ass, and the he mounted me. 2nd guy shows up as first is breeding my ass with his first load. 2nd guy switches out and proceeds to nail me. The two of them switched back and forth depositing 4 loads. 3rd bud shows up and slides in my sloppy hole and quickly cums. Next 2 hours the 4 of us switched back and forth with all asses filled with every cock in the room. In all 4 1/2 hours of raw lust and loads.

A guy hit me up on a different site asking to get together to suck me off. We exchanged a few messages, then he blocked me saying that he was too nervous his husband would find out. A few weeks go by and he hits me up again, saying that he still wants it, and we make plans to meet. The day we planned to get together he tells me that if I want to fuck him, i will have to bring a condom. I tell him it will have to be just oral, because I don't fuck with condoms. I am a bit disappointed but I head over. He starts sucking me off on the couch and huffing poppers, and within 5 minutes he asks me to follow him to the bedroom because he wants to feel my dick on his ass. Five more minutes go by and he asks me to grind his ass. I spit on his hole and slide my head in, raw. He starts moaning and to call me daddy. I fucked him hard, raw, using only spit for a good 20 minutes. I tell him I want to breed him, but he insists that I cum on his back because 'he is worried because he is not on Prep'. As I am getting closer i put the bottle of poppers under his nose and make him take a big huff. I pull out and shoot a rope of cum on his back, then quickly slide inside him again and shoot three long ropes of cum deep inside him. He is moaning the whole time, and he asks me to stay inside him as long as I can. He hit me up again yesterday asking me to get together in a week. I told him sure, but this time I will breed him ;-)

Got hit up by a guy on Grindr over the weekend. We've messaged on bbrt before too, but have never been able to make things work so we can get together. He's late 50's and his pic shows a huge uncut black cock, and I've wanted it inside me since I first saw it. This time, though, his timing couldn't have been better. I had been prepping myself for a guy who flaked on me (surprise!), so I was ready to roll. His orders were clear: message when I arrived at the parking lot. Proceed to his room where he would open the door. No talking. Strip and get on my knees. I did exactly as I was told. He stood behind the door when he opened it so I had no idea what he looked like. The room was dark, with the TV providing the only light - and covering sound in case things got noisy. As instructed, I removed my clothes. He sat on a towel at the end of the bed and I could see he was a shorter, slender, muscular guy. And his cock was totally out of proportion. It was huge! His pics did not do him justice. He was more than 8 inches semi-hard, with big shaved balls. I pulled out my brown bottle as I knelt on the floor in front of him. Taking a big whiff, I quickly took that massive member into my mouth, swallowing it all the way down my throat until my tongue was caressing his balls. He moaned in surprise - I don't think he expected that so quickly - and while he was only semi-erect when I first knelt down, by the time I let him slide back out of my throat and mouth he was rock hard, and had grown to at least ten inches. I grabbed his shaft and began tonguing his tight balls. He moaned some more in pleasure as I gently stroked him while my tongue danced across his scrotum. I shifted to take another whiff and suck him back into my mouth when he stood up. Grabbing my head on either side, he rammed that huge dick into my throat. I gagged and bucked, but being the good slut I am, took the pounding he wanted to give me. At one point he grunted that he was going to cum, so he slowed his pace and then removed his cock from my mouth. He motioned me onto the bed, and I eagerly got on all fours with my ass pointed at him. His cock was slick from fucking my throat, and despite his size, he slid into my hole with relative ease. I felt him go deeper and deeper until he hit my second sphincter. He paused for a moment, then pushed past that too. I tried to keep quiet as he grabbed my hips, placed one foot on the bed beside me, and proceeded to drill me in a way I haven't experienced in almost a year. It was sheer heaven! I grabbed the sheets to steady myself against his onslaught. Soon, his body began to shake and he let out an animalistic moan as his cock pumped a giant 3-day load deep in my guts. I squeezed his shaft, alternately tightening and loosening my sphincter to milk every drop from his balls. Finally, spent, he stepped back and slowly slid out of my ass. He gave one more involuntary shudder as I squeezed my hole one last time. I spun and gave him my customary cleaning. sucking the saliva and cum and ass juices off his dick. He stepped back and without a word, headed for the bathroom. I quickly dressed and as he finished cleaning himself up, stepped out of the bathroom to open the door for me. I slid past him without another word, into the hall.

Went to the local sauna last Saturday night, i haven't been for a while. Straight away got chatting with a guy who was travelling for work and was in town for 5 days. Very handsome and i wanted to fuck him. Bought him a drink and we chatted about life in general. We finished our drinks and got up and went into the lockeroom to change. We then walked into a room and as we walked in he mentioned he was a "top" only. Dammmm!! Because i wanted him. I just said ok with a little disappointment in my voice. We kissed for a while, rubbed eachothers cocks and got a little passionate. He dropped his towel and exposed a very thick hard cock (7") and above his shaven cock was a Scorpion tatt!!! Fuck yes! Jackpot haha. I licked his balls and licked all the way up to the tatt, he said "you like my tatt then" i just nodded and pointed to my small biohazard tatt on on the side of my leg level with my ass cheek. He grinned. He rimmed my hole and slid his thick tool up my ass. I was leaking precum knowing it was a poz root. He eventually grunted and seeded me. He jerked me off, then went got another drink. We exchanged numbers and he is in town next month 😈 I need to somehow top this sexy stud though. Im on meds, i reckon he was too but not entirely sure but still want to give him a load

Anyone know of weekly sex parties, monthly orgies? Looking for group play, daddy tops, poz men

I had a 17 year row with my neighbor, which happened to be gay as well. We lived on an estate lot that was one acre, so you would think with the distance you would not have too many reasons to get into issues. But I think it made the matter worse as we never had to really interact face to face. But the minute they moved in (it was a couple), we started having issues. Started with us wanting to put a fence up as their dog kept coming over and messing with ours, to noise complaints and bylaw. Since we never were in violation we were never were fine, but one year we had 28 different visits from the city. We could not have a party without the cops showing up. He harassed through the city for eight years, but there was a particular bad five year period where I started keeping a log of all the bylaw and police visits until I contacted a city official and demonstrated he was using the city services to harass us and basically the city told me they would visit him to explain to him the bylaws and that he would be the one to be fined if he kept making frivolous complaints. He was running a business without proper permits in his home so I retaliated and forced him to take his sign down, reduce his staff size and he handed up in litigation with the city which probably ended up costing him thousands of dollars in legal fees. They eventually split and I ended up working with his EX who shared with me I was enemy number one and he obsessed at everything I was doing on my side of the fence and could never understand why the obsession? What the EX did not know, is at some point along I did a huge mind fuck to his EX BF. At the time the negative interactions were already started but we just mostly ignored him. I was at a cruising park with a out of town buddy, he liked to show off making me suck his big cock, and make me suck any cock he wanted. I had lots of fun cockfest with him. So it is dark and I am on my knees sucking my buddy in the bushes just off the parking lot. So a guy shows up and as he gets closer, although it is very dark, I can recognize it is the neighbor, my buddy shifts to show off his cock and I figure he will skedaddle the minute he recognizes him. But he does not, and I get the impression his night vision is not to par with mine. Beside I am not with my partner and my buddy is from out of town so a perfect stranger to him. He opens his pants and whips out a nice thick cock and starts stroking. My buddy pulls away and guide my mouth to his cock and I dive in, hey it’s a nice cock I don’t care it’s attached to an asshole and I am sort of enjoying how twisted this is. My buddy pulls me up, but I don’t stop sucking for a moment, and starts fucking my ass while he pushes my face in the neighbors pubes. I am deepthroating him for all I am worth and I can feel my buddy picking up speed and the neighbor getting tenser as I am holding on to his glutes. They both shoot their loads, I swallow the neighbors load, all of it l, and my buddy pumps a big one deep in my hole. They both start making small talk, wow that was hot, etc... I bend over and grab my shorts and straighten up while I lean towards him so I can catch some of the parking light and tell him “I guess you did not recognize me?” A look of horror comes over his face and he just dives out of the bushes and beeline to his car. He is out in a blink. My buddy asks me what was this about? And I proceed to explain this was my closed minded neighbor that we have been having a fence fight with since they moved in. My buddy starts laughing and tells me that this was a cruel twisted mind fuck, to which I agree, but I am like it was a hot scene!

PhoneEager Cumdump and willing chemslut here to serve and be further corrupted first name (or a name you'll respond to): Josh or Boo or whatever else you choose Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 07931675724 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Brighton UK BN2 Age: 29 Height: 6ft 2ins Weight: 14.9stone Rugby player and built like one Ethnicity: White

I went to Lateshift on Sunday afternoon for the weekly naked session. It was busy as. I met a tall guy mid twenties who was standing watching the others - though he had underwear on. I walked past him and said he should take those off. He followed me round the corner to a wider more public area of the club and said maybe I should help him out. I got on my knees and pulled out a very nice uncut cock with a small PA. I started sucking him off and his cock grew and grew in my mouth till I needed to huff some poppers. Then we carried on and slowly he started throat fucking me... holding my head still and turning me into a slobbering mess with his 9 inch cock all the way down my throat. We had quite a crowd so I got up from my knees and bent over hoping someone would start fucking my hole but no one joined in. Then the guy decided he wanted to fuck me and turned me round - no lube- just the slick coating from the throat fuck and he forced his cock into my cunt. My god it was good. He fucked me leaning against the wall for a good 10 minutes then spun me round again to fuck my throat. A couple of guys offered their cocks whilst I was getting fucked but the cock in my arse was so fucking good I just wanted to concentrate on that. I didn’t get his load but it was an excellent fuck!

Chapter 12; Suddenly my Father leapt up and off the bed leaving his towel behind, and there he stood a few steps away from the foot of my bed, naked, and proud of his throbbing hard Dick that was covered in my saliva. - Son, get up, and stand in front of me. - Yes Daddy. I stood in front of him. I shook through nerves. I was not frightened, but this was all so new and uncharted yet much welcomed territory. I so had never seen this coming. Never. But I am sure as hell pleased it had arrived. - Take your tee and shorts off son, and kneel in front of me with your mouth kept wide open, and your hands clasped behind your back. - Yes Daddy. I stripped naked, leaving just my new Rugby Jockstrap on my ever increasing sculpted body with my hairy muscular beefy virgin ass hugged to perfection. I knelt before the man that created me, hands behind my back, and mouth wide open as ordered to! I looked up at my Father towering above me, looking down at me, smirking as he stroked his super wet dick; wet with his pre-cum and his son's saliva. Suddenly not only did I feel just passive, I in an instant became completely submissive to my inner core, feeling that the Man that stood before me would be over any other my ultimate alpha-male. He'd only been stroking for a few minutes when ... - Oh fuck, I am already close. See what you do to me son. I'm going to put my dick into your mouth, and when I do you will close your lips to form a seal around my shaft, yet keep your mouth open, and when I cum you will not swallow, instead you will hold Daddy's cum in your mouth, including when I withdraw my Dick where you will also keep those sweet sexy lips shut tight. Understood son? - Yes Daddy. - Oh fuck ... Daddy is close ... His Dick in an instant slid deep into my mouth and began to fuck it, USING it as a gaping fleshlight for his pleasure. A mere several strokes later I felt his dick expand, and 💦 *squirt* 💦, the first few squirts that pulsated out of his throbbing dick did not have time to settle in my mouth as it propelled out so fast it went straight down my throat, but I managed thereafter to collect the rest of his orgasm without swallowing as he grunted throughout unloading, holding his special seed like a reservoir. I really was now beginning to feel like a nasty little slut. My Father's nasty little slut. I wanted to do anything to make him proud. After he finished cumming he stood back from me, and just looked at me for a few minutes, getting his breath as he stood there completely naked, and just smiling. - Stand up son, take that Jock Strap off, and come stand before your old man. I couldn't verbally reply with a mouthful of cum. All I could do was do as he said. And here we were, Father & Son, stood in front of each other, naked, with the son holding his Father's essence in his mouth. - Now son, we are going to kiss, and when we do you will feed Daddy's cum into his mouth, as we kiss I shall feed it back to you, each time I do you return it back to me as we kiss. When I pat your right ass cheek that is when you keep the cum to yourself, and once again kneel before me, keeping Daddy's cum held in that sweet mouth of yours. Okay boy!? I nodded. I could not believe it, today was my first day snowballing, and now was going to be the second time of the day. As we kissed my Father's hands were all over my athletic hairy body with his hands feeling strong and firm as he caressed my unexplored body. I was feeling so submissive I wanted to kneel before him right there and then, but I had to wait for that pat on my right as cheek. After several minutes of kissing and caressing that pat came. I kept my Father's cum to myself that time, and once again knelt before him, looking up at him with puppy eyes, awaiting further instruction; - Now, I want you to look deep into my eyes, show me how much you love Daddy with your eyes, and keeping your gaze fixed on me you will SWALLOW Daddy's precious load. Fuck, he was not wrong on that one, indeed it was precious. I looked deep into his eyes and they not only told him how much I loved him, but that I was above anyone else, HIS, and that I was his faggot son who he not only loved but could USE me sexually any time, and do anything he wanted. He was the boss! ... *GULP* ... Down it went. He soon left my room and I was left feeling completely exhilarated. No feeling could top this, I am sure. My studies for the evening were shot to shit now, there was no way I could concentrate, so I did my usual dental regime, put some classical music on, and fell asleep feeling more content, alive, and happier than I had ever been.

8. Shotgun Doesn't Count "Spunk-coated velvet." "First time here, boy?" the other man asked. "Yeah," I said. "I go to college with Seth." "You're a senior?" "No," I said. "Freshman." It was weird to have such a casual conversation with Sarge's cock still in my ass. But the men were so casual. "Nice. A freshman," he said. "I knew you'd like him, Doug," Sarge said. "And he'll love what you have." "You know how I like to share," Doug said. He still had the boy nestled between his legs, his lips stretched around Doug's cock. It wasn't massive, but neither was it small. It was more than enough to fuck me. I bottomed out on Sarge's cock. It was surprisingly hard for a man who had just cum. My head cleared for a moment, and I looked over Doug again. He was older, but still quite muscular. He had brown hair that was already flecked with grey. There was an impressively flat stomach, with the familiar "99" inked above his navel, and the biohazard tattoo below it. My ass twitched. "I think he wants your dick," Sarge said. "His ass is twitching." I was still staring at Doug and the boy sucking him off. It seemed so natural to be doing it, even having people watch you. I wasn't even sure if I would mind someone taking pictures or a video. I almost wanted to show off. I was letting all these hot men fuck me. I was proud of my conquests. Doug turned to the boy between his legs. "I think Kenta deserves this load, Clint," he said. Clint pulled off of Doug's cock. "I think you can make him very happy," he said. He turned to me. "Doug's got a gift for fucking." "And at the end, a very special gift for Kenta," Doug said. Cal stood up. He was wearing a small black jockstrap, with soccer shoes and shin guards. "Take care of him," he said to me, as he walked away. "I'm sure you will," Sarge said. He lifted me up off his cock. He made sure that none of his cum dripped out, but I still felt empty after he had pulled out. "He's all yours," Sarge said, as I stood up. He pushed me towards Doug. I stumbled towards the older man, almost falling on his lap. "Careful there," Doug said, and guided me back down to where Clint had been kneeling. In front of me was his erect cock, still wet with Clint's spit. "Why don't you lick off Clint's spit. Lubricate it with your own fluid." I leaned in and kissed the tip. There was a tiny bead of pre-cum there, slightly bitter and salty. I licked it up, wishing that there was more. "Ahh, yeah," Doug moaned, and put his hand on the back of my head. "Take it all, boy," he said, and forced me down on his cock. He pushed it all in. It slid right past my tonsils and into my throat. "Mmmmmmph," I grunted, as I struggled not to gag on his shaft. "That's it," he said. He was strong. I tried to raise my head just enough to get some relief from his throat fucking, but I was no match for him. "It's ok. I love it when you choke on it." He held a bottle under my nose. I inhaled as best I could; with his cock buried deep in my throat, it was hard to breathe. I was quickly thankful for the poppers' help. I felt my throat relax, and then my panic disappeared. I didn't even mind when another inch of Doug's cock slid into me. It was just a crazy dream, and the effects on my body were strangely distant. "That's it boy. It's your cock. Embrace your slut." The poppers were back under my nose. This time I was a greedy pig, and huffed deep. "The more, the better," Doug said. "It's only going to help." On his advice, I took another hit. After my lungs were full, he took the bottle, and held it under his nose. He inhaled almost as long as I did, and then held it. I was on my knees and my head was spinning. I wanted his dick, but when I leaned in to suck on it, he held my head back. "Wait," he said. He put away the poppers, then stood up from the couch. His dick was now exactly level with my mouth. "Now," he said. "Suck it." I opened my mouth and tried to swallow the entire length of Doug's stiff shaft. It hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. "It's ok," Doug said. "Boys like you gag a lot. As I said. I don't mind." He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down on his shaft. I tried to fight it, but he was bigger and stronger than I was. "Relax," he whispered softly. "Relax." Yet, he still held me down, forcing his cock into my throat. It was rough and intense, and despite my struggles, I was secretly glad he was holding me down. I wanted to be used by these men, even if it was occasionally intense or difficult. "Relax," he repeated. "You're doing great." "Mmmmmph," I groaned. He pulled his dick out, but it was barely enough to clear my tonsils. At least I could breathe again, and I tried my best to inhale fresh air. But Doug knew what he was doing, and as I inhaled, he had the poppers under my nose. I didn't care. The drugs would help me relax. "That's it. Breathe the poppers. Then breathe my dick." I kept on inhaling. Of course, this time, the poppers didn't seem to make any difference. I was still on my knees, and Doug's cock was still tickling the back of my throat. "Almost there," Doug said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. I continued to inhale, hungry for the mind-numbing effects of the poppers. Finally, he took the bottle, and did a hit himself. He grabbed my head with both hands, and rammed his dick all the way down my throat. It was at that moment that the poppers took effect. The experience shifted. It wasn't a brutal throat-rape any longer. Instead, it was how a cocksucker pleased a man. If Doug wanted it, I was going to let him have it. "Oh yeah, cocksucker," he moaned. "Fucking warm throat." He was thrusting his hips back and forth. I did my best not to gag, and forced myself to keep my mouth open. The last thing I wanted to do was to accidentally bite his glorious manhood. "Is your hole this good?" he asked. I nodded as best I could, and he acknowledged it by pushing his dick all the way down my throat, and holding it. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker," he moaned. I wanted to breathe, but Doug's pleasure was far more important. The only thing I could think about was making him happy. At least he had the presence to hold my head down, making sure I wouldn't pull off in a fit of self-centeredness. "Not going to breed him?" a voice behind me said. I tried to turn to see who was speaking, but Doug held me in place. "We're getting to that," Doug said. "Plenty of time for everything tonight." "Hate to see that load go to waste. Plenty of boys hungry for your gift," the man continued. "Not an issue," Doug said. He pushed his cock back in my throat, and held it. The poppers had done their work, and his shaft slid smoothly into the depth of my throat. It was uncomfortable and I was scared he was going to choke me, but I was loving how it felt to deep-throat a real man. It took a while, but I finally did start to gag. I could barely breathe, and Doug's cock was thick and hard. Doug noticed, and released his grip on my head. I pulled off, and coughed. "Let's get you fucked up?" Doug said. "Please," I said. Doug sat back down on the couch, just like he had been when the other boy had fucked him. "Get on, boy," he said, pointing at his cock. It was sticking straight up. It was glistening with my spit. "Hope you got it lubed up," Doug continued. "Because that's all you're going to get." I just stared at his perfection. He had the perfect amount of fur across his chest. It was flecked with just enough grey to show his experience, and it was spread across his hard muscles. His dick was stiff and hard, like a man's cock should be. He was so much of what I was not, I could help but want to be his. "Please," I finally whispered. In the background, the music was still playing. All around me, there were muffled grunts of agony as a boy got himself fucked deep, and loud moans of pleasure, as a daddy got his penis pleasured. Despite Doug's soft-spoken nature, I still heard him over the ambient sex-sounds. "Get on boy." I climbed back on to the sofa, straddling his legs, and bending down to feel his cockhead against my hole. He was a man. He didn't have to do anything other than have a cock. It was my job to take it, and I wouldn't ask him to sacrifice anything for my protection. "Please," I whispered again, swaying back and forth, up and down against his dick. "Do it boy," he said. "Sit on it. Fuck yourself on my dick." I reached down and held his dick still. It was impressively stiff; it would be easy for it to penetrate me. I rubbed it against my hole for a few seconds, just enough to open me back up, and for a bit of the semen in my hole to drip out and coat his dick. It felt good, but only reminded me how empty I was. I lined up his dick and lowered my ass. His dick pressed against my hole. I opened up readily, letting his dickhead, and then his shaft into already well-used ass. "Oh yeah, boy," Doug said. "Come on. Let me in." Another few inches disappeared into my hole. "Don't be ashamed. It's ok to be cock-hungry." I stopped trying to pace it, and just sat on his dick. His balls pressed against my hole, and his dickhead was deep inside of me. "Fuck," he grunted. "You've got so much cum up there." "Please," I grunted. I could only think about his dick inside me, and how badly I wanted his load. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Hell yeah," Doug said. He grabbed my hips. His hands were warm and strong. He held me in place as he stroked his dick in and out of me. I could feel something slide back and forth inside of me, squishing around Doug's engorged dickhead. "Feel that?" Doug asked. I nodded. "That's sperm. In your guts. It's so fucking hot, isn't it?" I nodded again. "Let's add some more to your collection, huh?" I nodded once more. The only thing that mattered was fucking myself on his cock. "Hungry, aren't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Let's get you properly fucked up," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply. In just the past few hours, so many boundaries had been broken, and so many limits had been exceeded. I had let strangers fuck me raw. I had smoked crystal meth. Doing some poppers seemed like such a small thing. He held the bottle under my other nostril, and I took another hit. "That's it boy. It makes you feel so good, doesn't it?" I nodded once more. I was so turned on; there was no way to fully describe it. The poppers only re-enforced how wonderful these experiences were. "You want more?" Doug asked. His dick was deep in my hole, and my head was lost in the clouds. I couldn't imagine what more would mean. Nevertheless, I nodded in agreement. "Please," I moaned. "I need it." I reached down to play with my dick. It was still soft and small. "Go ahead," Doug said. "It's your boy clit. Rub it. Make it feel good." He reached over to one side, and grabbed a glass pipe. "This is also going to make you feel good." He stuck the pipe in his mouth, and heated up the bowl. He puffed slowly but intently. He caught my eye, and winked. He was going to force his hit on me, no matter that he was more than twice my size. He grabbed my head, and pulled me against his lips. I opened my mouth, and let him exhale the thick cloud into me. "Hold it," he said, putting his hand over my mouth and nose. It was big enough that it almost covered my entire face. Between deep-throating him and now the crystal, my lungs were being pushed to their limit. Nevertheless, his dick was twitching in my hole, and that was all that mattered. "Now," he finally said and pulled his hand off my face. The cloud was huge, and my head was spinning. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to rape me. What I wanted hardly mattered; it was only his manhood that mattered. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Fuck you up. Fuck you over. Fuck you down," Doug said. "That's how I roll." He held the torch under the bowl. "Two more for you, don't you think?" I hesitated for a moment. I barely wanted one more, much less two. I couldn't control what I was doing, and more drugs would only make it worse. "Yeah," Doug said. "You're right. Let's do three." Before I could say anything, he shoved the pipe in my mouth. "Good hit for me," he said. I inhaled, tasting the familiar chemical tang. Now, it actually turned me on; I associated it with pleasure. "Don't stop. I can feel how much your asshole loves it." I inhaled and inhaled, before finally, he pulled the pipe away. "Hold it," he said, and started to suck on the pipe himself. He took a long drag, savoring the chemicals. In my guts, I felt his dick leak. His fluids were inside me, and it only made me want his seed even worse. Finally, he nodded at me, and I exhaled. As soon as my lungs were empty, he pressed his warm lips against mine, and exhaled his potent hit. "This doesn't count," he said, just as my lungs filled up. "Shotguns never count," a voice behind me said. This time, Doug let me turn around and see who it was. It was another older man, this time, wearing a pair of low-slung fireman's pants. They were held up by thick yellow leather suspenders, which was good, because the zipper was wide open. The Fireman's cock hung out; he had a long uncut cock. He was semi-soft, and the foreskin completely covered his dickhead. "That's right," Doug said. He put the pipe back in my mouth, and held the torch under the bowl. "Second one. One more to go." I nodded, and inhaled. I was struggling under the drug fog. I couldn't help but stare at the Fireman's cock, wondering what it would feel like inside me. "Now," Doug said. I exhaled one a thick cloud. "Where's there's smoke, there's fire," the Fireman said. Doug laughed. "This one is going to be amazing," Doug said, and put the pipe back in my mouth. I didn't think I could get any more tweaked, and yet, he was forcing this hit on me. "Do it," Doug said. It had a firm assertiveness that made my hole twitch. I wanted him even more for how aggressive he was becoming. I kept on inhaling, and my lungs filled up. Finally, Doug pulled the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it," he said, and then stuck the smoking pipe into his mouth. He took a long draw, then another, before handing the pipe and torch to the Fireman. "Hold it," he said. Next to me, the Fireman lit the torch, heated the pipe, and took a hit. Doug had his eyes locked on me, reminding me that he was in control. He chose when I would breathe, and he hadn't given me permission for that most fundamental act of life. I held it, as Doug held his hit, and the Fireman continued to inhale. Doug caught the Fireman's eyes. "Shotguns don't count," he said, as he exhaled. "Right?" he asked the Fireman. The Fireman just nodded. Doug looked at me. "Right?" he asked. I nodded as well. "Good. You can exhale." I gasped, almost coughing as the thick cloud escaped from my lips. "Hell yeah," the Fireman said, and pressed his lips against mine. He had rough stubble for a mustache, and it scratched me slightly. He filled my lung with another hit. "Oh fuck," Doug started to moan. He had a bottle of poppers under his nose, and was huffing them. "Oh fuck," he moaned again, and screwed the top on the brown bottle. "Oh FUCK," he grunted, and slammed his cock into my hole. "Fucking slutty, cummy hole," he moaned. "Hell yeah," the Fireman said. He had stepped back, to see the two of us joined by Doug's dick. He was stroking his cock. "Lube that hole up for me."

Sex is naturally violent and injurious, so I expect the average man to enjoy phallic brutality to some extent. It would be strange if he didn't. I love to hurt bitches and break cunts. The first time a boy yelped in pain and tried to get away, a jolt of power and joy transformed me into a sexual sadist in an instant. I felt perfectly male in that moment. The first time my weapon drew blood, I was thrilled. I hadn't realized how easily a rectum bleeds. Both discoveries were accidental, but I took to painfucking right away.

You sound a lot like me. I'm looking over the fence these days, and the logical part of my brain tells me not to do this. But my dick is super hard just thinking about what a weapon I have here, and all the fun things I can do with it once it's charged up. I am not actively chasing, but my subconscious appears to be. The angel on my shoulder is protecting me from going there, but the devil on the other shoulder is jacking off to the idea of pursuit. It's a disease, bro. You may have the benefit of great sex, but why can't one enjoy that without getting sick from it? You enjoy being sick? I don't. I don't do well with sick, because when I'm down with a flu or whatever, I barely function. It takes away from your life and things you'd much rather do. On BZ, we talk about getting pozzed like it's this wonderful thing, and while it improves the sex life of many, there are many many more who wish they didn't have it and the medical bills that come with it. And the stigmas that still exist. The stories in the fiction section are just that - stories. That's not how real people live. You don't have to be a character in one of them, no matter how glamorous their lives seem.