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It was the beginning of summer, when the soft wet ground of spring has dried and [banned word] of all varieties make their way outside to do what they do best. I'm a total cum slut bottom who gets off being used pretty much anywhere as long as there's a low probability of getting caught and hopefully a high probability of being watched. My neighborhood is one of those that the gentrifiers call "in transition." It's a former warehouse district where some of the buildings have been converted to offices, studios, condos and lofts, while others continue to serve their original purpose. I was walking home from work one very warm evening around six when I spotted the neighborhood ice cream truck. The music playing from the speaker on the roof reverberated off the buildings around it, the echo giving the song an almost ethereal sound. A few mothers were walking away from the truck with their kids as I approached, and since it was so warm, I thought, "What the hell?" "Hi," I said to the guy inside as I approached. His back was turned so I couldn't see his face. "What do you have left?" "Lots of everything," he replied, turning around. I didn't notice his face as he did. Even under his apron I could make out a huge bulge that must have been straining his jeans to their breaking point. "What'll you have?" Regaining my composure, I scanned the menu board full of colorful pictures and settled on a bomb pop. As he turned to retrieve it for me, his t-shirt rode up ever so slightly in the back and I caught a quick glimpse of part of a tattoo in the small of his back. He turned back to me, bomb pop in hand. With a smile, he leaned forward to hand it to me and as he did, said, "No charge. I'm closing up now. I have to take the truck back to the warehouse where I store it." "Thanks," I said, surprised at his generosity. There was a look on his face that I couldn't quite read. I studied him perhaps a little too long, and he took notice. "I've seen you before," he said. "You were hosting blindfolded in the motel a couple of blocks from here. I came by and used your hole after work." My hole twitched involuntarily. I had always wondered what it would be like, running into someone I didn't recognize but who recognized me. Part of the fun of taking anonymous loads blindfolded is that you never know if someone you see on the street, or meet at the office, has been in your holes and knows who you are. Intrigued, I leaned on the small counter outside the service window. "Yeah?" I asked. "What did you think?" He grinned. "It was amazing. In fact, I'd love to use it again." "I'm not doing anything now, how about you?" I asked as my cock started stiffening in my pants. I was breathless with anticipation, hoping he would agree. "Hell yeah," he said, still grinning. "Hop in. The warehouse I'm headed to is used to store food trucks. They'll all be out by now, so we can park and have the whole place to ourselves." I didn't need any more urging. I slid open the passenger side door as he folded up the service shelf and closed the awning over the window. Hoping in the driver's seat, he shut off the music and started the engine as I buckled into the passenger seat. Before he put the truck in gear, though, he turned to me. "I want you blindfolded again, is that cool?" I nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah!" The grin returned to his face and he threw the truck in gear and lurched away from the curb. We had driven down the street only a few blocks past my building when he turned left into an alley. A hundred yards down, there was a large metal rolling door in the building on the right. He stopped the truck, hopped out, and walked over to the door. Sliding a key into a box mounted to the wall next to the door, he turned it, and the door began moving with a rattle. He hopped back in the truck, and once the door was open wide enough he drove through. The space inside was cavernous. The roof was about 30 feet high and lined with clerestory windows that brought light to the interior. The warehouse was divided into stalls that resembled cages, with steel posts supporting chicken wire. I assumed that each stall was for a truck, and the wire fencing intended to prevent theft of the trucks or their contents while they were unattended. As he promised, the place was empty. The engine noise of the truck reverberated off the walls, a cacophony of echoes in the empty space. He swung the truck into a stall about halfway down on the left. The back wall was lined with cabinets and freezers; presumably this is where he kept his excess inventory so he could stock the truck each day. Against the cage wall on my side of the truck was a stainless steel table on casters, about five feet long and three feet high. He shut off the engine and we sat for a moment in the sudden silence. Motioning for me to stay in the truck, he hopped out and walked around to my side. Sliding the door open, he reached into the glove box and pulled out a blindfold and a small brown bottle. I also spied a bottle of lube, which he left in its place as he closed the glove box again. Silently he motioned for me to turn my head away from him and I complied; the next moment the blindfold was over my eyes and tied tight behind my head. Next, I detected a familiar scent and realized he had placed the open brown bottle under my right nostril. I held my left closed to get the full effect and inhaled deeply. My head swam and I felt a warm rush of relaxation and lust all at once. He still said nothing, instead unbuckling my seat belt and helping me down from the truck. Once standing outside the truck he silently undressed me, and I heard the soft whisper of my clothes falling to the floor. By this time I had a raging hardon, and wasted no time in freeing it from my boxers. Once I was naked, he guided me away from the truck until I felt cold steel pressing against my thighs. The rolling table. I instinctively understood what he wanted me to do, and so with his help I climbed up onto the table, onto my hands and knees. Then the sounds of a belt being unbuckled and more clothes hitting the floor. The brown bottle made another appearance under each of my nostrils this time, and I inhaled deeply as he held the opposing nostril closed each time. My head was swimming as he pulled me forward so I was laying prostrate on my stomach. The cool steel felt amazing against my rock-hard cock and my nipples. I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips and I opened my mouth to engulf his shaft. He placed his hands behind my head as he expertly guided the entire length of his cock into the back of my throat. It had the taste of sweat and piss that I expected from someone who had been working all day. I swallowed his entire length, which I judged to be about 9 inches. I stuck my tongue out to caress his balls as they touched my chin. I began to drool as he slid that monster in and out of my throat and I suppressed my gag reflex as best I could. Before long, his cock was covered in thick saliva. It's a perfect time for him to fuck me, I thought, but he had other plans. Withdrawing his cock from my throat, I heard him walk away and then one of the freezer door latches clicked, as though he had opened it. I strained to hear what he was doing since I couldn't see. The suspense was killing me. Was he going to feed me ice cream to chill my mouth before he used it some more? Fuck me with a bomb pop? My head swam with possibilities. Finally I heard his soft footsteps returning and a slight 'click'. i couldn't quite place it. It wasn't a lube bottle popping open, that much I knew, more like a plastic cap being unscrewed. Then I felt something small, hard and cold on my ass. An ice cube? That must be it. He slid it back and forth in my ass crack, from my taint almost to my tailbone. I felt the cold on my cheeks and the slight wetness as it began to melt while he teased me. It came to rest against my now extremely hungry hole. And then, I felt a pressure, and the ice cube was inside me! It felt amazing. He pushed the ice deep into my hole, following it with not one but two fingers. It melted quickly, and as it did he slid his fingers in and out, making my hole slick and causing a bit of water to trickle down my taint to my balls. I was in heaven! Unable to see, my imagination displayed images in the dark of what this horny big-dicked guy was doing to my hole. I was settling in, enjoying the stroking, when he removed his fingers and I felt cold against my hole again. Another ice cube! As with the last one, he slid it deep inside me and then stroked his fingers in and out while it melted. He repeated this action three more times. In total he had slid five ice cubes inside me. My hole spasmed around his fingers each time, and in my mind I pictured how wet and sloppy my hole must be by now. That was when the attention on my hole stopped, and I felt the little brown bottle under my nose again. Two hits in each nostril had my head swimming as he placed the tip of that glorious cock back in my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, hungry for the cum inside his balls but desperate to feel it shooting deep inside me. It would be a terrible waste if after all this build-up, he just shot down my throat! But I wasn't to be disappointed. He stepped away again, withdrawing his slickened cock from my throat. His footsteps moved to beside the table, then to the opposite end near my feet. He grabbed my ankles without a word and began pulling, indicating that I was to slide down the table toward him. I complied, and in a moment my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the table. Then he was gone, under the table. I heard two metallic 'clicks' and before I knew what was happening, he had shackled my wrists to the table. In most cases I would have panicked and tried to flee, but I was so turned on, so eager to please this man, that I just went with it. He stood up from under the table and came behind me, and I felt a new and different pressure on my slicked-up hole. This was warm and a little yielding, unlike those hard ice cubes had been. Still silent, he pushed the head of his cock into my ass and without stopping, slid balls-deep until his pubic mound pressed into my ass cheeks. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, then finally he spoke. "Fuck, my cum feels so good inside you." His cum? Then I realized: the ice cubes weren't water, of course, they were frozen loads, chunks of frozen cum that he was now using as lube to fuck my aching ass. It felt amazing and I sank into it as he plunged that massive member in and out of me. He smacked my ass and then grabbed me by the hips. I grabbed the edges of the table to steady myself as his pace increased. I was very glad he had locked the casters on the table, otherwise he'd have fucked me clear across the warehouse! At last, I felt his thick shaft stiffen, and I knew I was about to receive a fresh load from him. His grip on my hips tightened and I felt his body go rigid, and he emitted an animalistic bellow as his cock started jerking inside me, releasing what I could only imagine was a massive load deep in my guts. His grip relaxed, as did the rest of his body, but he left his cock in my ass. I gave a couple of squeezes to milk out any remaining cum, and each time it made him shudder with pleasure. At least, he withdrew. "You made a mess of my cock," he chastised playfully. "Now you have to clean it up." I'm a huge fan of ass-to-mouth so I was excited to hear him say that. His cum dribbled out of my hole as he climbed on the table, leaving me shackled for the moment. He sat in front of me, one leg draped over each of my arms so his shaft was in line with my mouth. As he slid the head past my lips, he pulled off the blindfold. There, in place of his shaved-off pubes, was a biohazard tattoo. I was stunned into momentary paralysis as he continued sliding his shaft into my mouth. He had stealthed me, with not one but six loads! But I was not as horrified by this as I always thought I would be. My cock stiffened as I sucked his cock, the taste of cum and ass and blood - yes, I tasted blood - mixed on my tongue. What had happened? But I could not stop enjoying this beautiful cock. I wanted another load from it, tattoo be damned. And as it hardened in my mouth, I knew I would get one. I worked my head back and forth, up and down his shaft until he let out a softer moan this time and I felt him pump another load down my throat. I gobbled it up lest I accidentally spill any when he pulled out. Finally he was done, and he hopped off the table and unlocked the shackles. My knees almost buckled from the thorough fucking he had given me. He steadied me with his arm, then gathered my clothes and placed them on the table so I could get dressed. "We're cool?" he asked. I nodded, a satisfied smile on my face. "Oh, yeah. I realized after I saw your tattoo that you've fucked me before, so why fight it?" He smiled. "I'm glad. That is one amazing set of holes you have. I'd like to do this on the regular. I even have some friends who would love to join in." The cumdump slut inside me perked up on hearing this. "Absolutely!" I replied. "Especially convenient since you're so close." Now dressed, he walked me to the rolling door, which I realized had remained open this entire time! I couldn't help but wonder, with an inner chuckle, if anyone had heard his great bellow as he knocked me up. I hoped so. I walked back up the alley to the street, then walked the few blocks home, his cum seeping from my abused hole the entire time. I jacked off three times that night, thinking about the poz loads swimming in my guts. And I resolved, there and then, to take as many more as I could from this man before the summer - and ice cream truck season - was over.

kaity and I met two weeks into sophomore year and were never apart for more than a few days at a time after that. We got married just before graduation and settled into our married life. Sex had never been that exciting. We were both a little awkward and we settled into a vanilla routine with lots of missionary,a little doggy, and not much passion. Feeling bored I started watching porn online. I soon got obsessed with anal. I loved watching 20 year olds getting their asses plowed by huge cocks. As I watched more, I especially loved scenes with groups and anal creampies, and better yet, both. For once I tried talking to kaity frankly about sex. I said I was interested in anal and wanted to eat and fuck her ass. Her response couldn't have been worse. Hey revulsion was obvious and she made me promise i would never bring it up again. OK. Or sex life got worse and my anal fixation increased. About a year down the line I was sent to new York for work. I'd never been before and was looking forward to a new experience. I arranged to get there a couple of days early on my own dime. My wife thought the work had to start early. I wandered the city my first night, walking from Central Park down to Washington square Park. It was getting later and I grabbed a bite. Then I walked the side streets of the village. I happened on a porno store and walked in on a lark. The rows of porno made me instantly hard. Anal, gangbangs, fat women, etc. All hardcore and in my face. I picked up a couple dvds and marveled. I walked quickly down the gay aisle. My cock got even harder seeing guys with a dick inside. No wanting to be a bad customer, I bought a small bottle of lube and got out of there. I was still head spinningly horny and when I noticed the cheesy gay bar across the street I simply walked towards it without forming a clear thought in my head. The place was dead, and on a Saturday. But I went up to the bar and ordered a vodka tonic. The drink was cheap. It was fine for me to be there. So I told myself, but my nerves were frazzled. I drank fast and I hardly drank. I found myself in the middle of a conversation with a middle aged gay guy. I heard myself telling him a lot of details about my life and sexual interests. I laughingly told him about my anal obsession. He told me I should give it a try. The next thing I can remember I was in the stall of the bathroom with my jeans around my ankles. My new friend's thrust his cock inside me. It was hot,I felt confused, I moaned. As he continued to fuck me I became very aware that people were coming and going from the bathroom. Tony! That was his name. "You want that anal creampie don't you baby," asked Tony. "Yeah cum in my ass," I heard myself saying. Someone was peeing a few feet away. Tony thrust hard a few more times and then buried himself in me. I reached back, feeling for a condom. "Are you fucking me bare?!?" "Yeah you said you were into it!" "What?" "Yeah you said you wanted a creampie!" Fuck. By now his load was running out of my anus and down my leg. I pulled up my pants and ran out of the bar. After I got a couple of blocks away I hailed a cab and went back to my hotel. I took a hot shower and got myself cleaned out. Just as I was putting on my pajamas there was a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole and saw a couple of guys. Fuck. I recognized them. I invited them here from the gay bar... To be continued...

Awww thanks man. They are far from perfect but I’m thrilled you’re enjoying them!! That is for the kind words, made my night.

I woke up this morning at 4am so hungry for cock I got my hole ready then got online and put it out out there "bttm taking loads" I was able to text my regular married Turkish mini cab driver when he called me! He'd seen my post and was on his way. When I opened the door to let him in he has his rock hard dick out dripping pre cum! No time for fore play, he came in and got my up against the wall, as he shoved his dick in my hairy crack lubing my hole with his pre cum I push my arse back on him and his dick slide right in and we simultaneously groaned with pleasure! As he started pounding he said " Fuck I'm getting close already " I told him it was ok and begged him for his load! A few thrusts later he was roaring as he held me tight and his dick pumped hard inside me. He thrust occasionally as I felt the warmth of his cum fill me up. When he pulled out I quickly moved us to the living room where I'd put a towel down, I dropped to my knees to suck his still hard dick & my cunthole spluttered & farted as his thick creamy load spewed out. I kept on sucking as he held my head, having sucked out what remained of his load I was excited when I tasted the fresh flow of pre cum and stared sucking harder, he was groaning and after a few minutes asked if i wanted his load in my mouth or pussy. I took him out of my mouth & said "pussy!" I got myself head down arse up as he got behind me and shoved his dick in me, he plowed my pussy hard for a few seconds then blew his second load in me. When his dick slipped out he dick was now limp and he was spent, he twitched and groaned as I gently sucked him clean. When he left I plugged by hole and licked up all his cum leakage off the towel then got back online, I had a message form a lorry driver parked up at the truck stop by the near by cruising woods. I replied saying I could drive to him now if he was still looking to fuck, he replied instantly saying he was rock hard & ready to fuck me on the cabs little bed. I was already excited when I arrived cos I really loved getting bred by lorry drivers in their cab, the curtain were drawn around the windows, he opened the door when I knocked & my excitement elevated when I climbed in & saw the stocky hairy ginger bull with his big fat hard uncut cock with his foreskin hood half covering his huge purple bell end & the thick gold wedding band on his finger. I'd told him I had been freshly bred & he was eager to eat & finger my used pussy, he had me bend over leaning on the backs of the seats as he pulled out my plug & vigorously churned up the Turkish seed in my pussy with his thick hairy fingers then shoved his tongue in licking & slurping up the cum & arse juice cocktail. When he as done I got hold of his thick 8" uncut cock, his huge bell end was so big it was more than a mouthful & I sucked on as much as I could with my lips guarding my teeth. When he was ready to fuck me he surprised me when he produced his t loaded pipe telling me I was gunna need it to open up and take his dick, he wasn't kidding, While sucking his bell end it had some give to it, as soon as he was ready to fuck his dick was literally rock hard. I had a few big puffs and got on my back & spread my legs, he lubed my hole and his dick and fed me the pipe for another hit then started to tease my cunthole! As the t kicked in my cunthole was gagging for his dick and after a few seconds it seemed to open up and suck is dick in, it felt soooooo fucking good, his bell end goy my dick oozing pre cum as soon as its huge mass rubbed my prostate making me groan loudly and soon had me howling as he fucked harder & faster! He plowed my cunthole getting me close to orgasm then pulled out telling me I'd cum when he was ready for me to cum! he continued to milk my prostate for a good half hour, my pre cum was like a river spewing from my dick all over my belly and was leaking down both sides. When he was ready for me to cum I was so charged up & begging him to let me cum. He fed me the pipe again and said he'd let me cum this time, he plowed into me and I felt the powerful wave building up from deep inside me, it surged through me and exploded into a massive orgasm that made my legs tremble and my roar turn into an almost silent yelping as my dick squirted big thick wads of cum on my chest, neck and chin. He carried on fucking through my orgasm and as it started to die I felt another wave building and had another orgasm, my dick pumped and more thick cum oozed out as I howled and writhed in ecstasy! He carried on fucking and suddenly said he was gunna cum, I wanted his load so badly & felt a third weaker wave building and as he roared and flooded me with his cum I orgasmed again as I grabbed his big hairy thighs, he thrust in me while cumming & it made his huge load start squelching out of me. When he pulled out he scooped up the leakage & fed it to me then I sucked any remaining cum from his piss hole & licked his cock clean. Once recovered I got myself ready to leave & we thanked each other for a great fuck, as I opened the cab door he handed me the pipe & insisted I take it with me. Currently blowing clouds and hunting for more dick like the hungry slut I am! 🤤

Hey guys sorry it's been so long since I've posted. Found a new job! Kind of a career starting job that I was lucky to find given the state of the world. So I haven't spent any time on this site or with the story. I'll need to wrap this story up and then wait a while before I post another story. I'll try for this weekend!

Everyone in florida fucks raw. I wasnt on meds for hiv at all for months, and freely dumped loads into bottoms at hanks, barcodes, club orlando. Hell in October and november of last year I fucked every ass I saw at all 3 places when my vl was super high It's insane how many of these college gays will just bend over and let me seed their ass no questions asked. Only reason I stopped is I found a top to own me

I have encountered several threads on Breedingzone either discussing or asking advice about douching so I decided to throw in my two cents and so I present to you my fellow bottoms...treehugger's guide to douching. Enjoy. Tip No. 1 Know thyself. Being in touch with your body and how it functions in your own personal way is the most important knowledge in getting the most out of your douching routine. What I mean is questions like: How often do you defecate? Are your poos log-like or is it like you just turned on a soft serve machine? How often are you constipated? How long does it take you to push out a loaf? and so on. Understanding how your body operates will give you a better idea of what you need to do to get properly cleaned out. For example, if you are often constipated, take a long time to push out a few nuggets or have squishy poos then you are more likely to have a harder time cleaning out properly. This leads me to tip number two. Tip No. 2 A good douche starts with a healthy diet and exercise. Nothing lubes the ole shit chute like fiber and a trot around the block. Maybe you are that lucky guy that can eat anything under the sun and shit like a champ but chances are you are not. Diets high in animal protein, dairy and sugar can gum up the works making it harder for a quick douche to do a proper job. Cutting down on meat, dairy and sugar then upping your veg intake can move things along quite nicely. Also remember to hydrate properly especially if you consume alcohol. Consider taking a daily fiber supplement of some kind. And I do mean daily! To be a good bottom you need to be ready to take a load at all times. If you manage things properly you might get away with a quick douche before your next hookup gets to your door. Tip No. 3 Explore and experiment. First of all stick a couple fingers up your ass and feel around. Get to know what your are dealing with. Seriously, do it! Here's why. I have a problem with water getting trapped by my second ring. Not such a big deal if its clean but I'd rather not take any chances so sometimes I have to go knuckle deep, nudge that second ring and see if the pipes are dry. Try different types of douching equipment. I do like the shower wands but they can take some getting used to especially when trying to determine the best water pressure. I find I can get too much water too deep in my gut then it takes hours for all that dirty water to make its way back out. Depending on what type of encounter you are expecting you might not need to get that clean. Again it depends on how your body functions. If you are a reasonably heathy guy who isn't preparing for a gangbang you only need to clean out so many inches of your intestines for a stink free fuck. I have not tried the enema bags so not sure how well those work. I have an enema ball that is small enough to travel and big enough to get the job done. I've had the same one for 20 years. As big a 'ho as I am I still have not managed to wear it out. I recently tried a bidet wand that attached to the toilet and loved it. Worked perfectly for a quick douche and you can do it right over the toilet. It was a little awkward at first but once I got the hang of it was great. Tip No. 4 Start early with your douching routine. Of course this is not always an option but if you have a fuck planned it doesn't hurt to get the ball rolling early on. Even if my fuck is hours away I like to start douching so by the time its showtime I can be confident I am clean. I shoot some water in my hole, evacuate and then go on with my day, doing it again a half hour later and so on. If I plan on going to a fuck party, the bathhouse or a bookstore I might even start the day or night before. Fasting is a great way to have less to flush out. I am a champion at fasting so I can even not eat for a couple days before the event and have a much easier time cleaning out. Of course I hydrate and drink broth while fasting to keep up my energy. Sometimes I do a flush the night before by drinking a few glasses of prune juice. I happen to like the taste of prune juice and it works great for me at moving things along. Tip No. 5 Use lube when douching. You may not need to do this especially if your douching is a quick and easy operation. But if you are having trouble getting clean and have to insert over and over again that could lead to soreness and discomfort. I know it does for me. When I just can not seem to get clean and I am on my umpteenth ball of warm water my hole can get a little tender. As much dick as I have had over the years you would think it would not be so but alas my rosebud is apparently as delicate as the morning dew and lube is an essential component of my douching routine. Well that is all I have. Let men know if I left out anything. I am sure I will have an opinion on it. Lastly I would like to go on a small rant and mention how difficult we bottoms sometimes have it. I have been to 14 different bathhouses throughout the USA and I have to say most of them have shitty (no pun intended) facilities for cleaning out. What a fucking pain it is to have to carry enough bottled water into a stall to clean out properly when there is no dedicated space to douche. Just sayin. Tops are so fucking lucky! I know, boo-hoo.

Faggots are for a man to use. Period I could argue you cannot rape a faggot.

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Still here, still Poz and still go to Hank's. Haven't been back to club I since covid.

I decided to pull my jeans on commando and leave my shirt unbuttoned when I got back to our booth. I'm a cum slut and love it, why not advertise with my state of undress. Our waiter arrived with a take out bag bulging with the rest of my clothes and shoes. "You might be interested in these at some point. I know your paramour rules require you to tell your hubby about the two loads you just snuck in the bathroom, but according to my count you've got five more to cover from earlier today. Don't start on those 'til I return with your dessert and coffee." Hubby smiling; "That was quite a show love." Me; "How much did you see?" Hubby ; "The chef was leaving the cubicle fastening his fly when I arrived. I assumed he'd left his deposit. I had a front row seat for the rest. Fuckin hot show my man. Fuckin hot breeding you took." Me: "Damn, I'm such a cum slut! Can't get enough!" Hubby; "And I love that about you. Saw that the first night we met and wouldn't dream of trying to change you. Not in a thousand years. It's such a quirky part of your charm. That said, you owe me stories of the other five loads today. Here's our coffee and dessert. Time to fess up lover." Our waiter served our orders and slipped into the booth beside me. He undid the buttons which were escue on his shirt as well as my jeans. He slipped his hand in to hold my hardening cock. "Okay bud, you've got five more loads to account for. Speak up." Me; "Okay, okay. Fuck that feels good. ... Where did I leave off. Oh yeah, I'd just taken the probably toxic load from the silver fox behind the dumpster." "When I realized I had a spare half hour before hubby would be home and knew I was way too horny to wait I decided to stop by the ABS. I could probably get one more load in." "It was just after work hours so lots of guys were around seeking quick release before heading home. I decided to jettison any pretense of being picky. I moved into a booth and backed my ass up to the glory hole. 'Cum what may!' " "In no time I could feel pressure and a very painful penetration. I reached between my legs to feel the guy was wearing a condom. Imeaditly I pulled off and turned my eager ass to the hole on the other side of the booth." Within two seconds a slim naked cock snaked deep into me. With each fuck movement he made into me I made an equal and opposite push back to the degree the wall would allow. We quickly found a rythm and I thought; 'Fuck, I know why I was given this ass and what it needs when it needs scratching.' The pace increased and his howl of ecstatic release came through the wall as he blasted his workday load into my 'give me whatever' ass." "When he pulled out I thought; 'Okay enough, let's head home.'" "The thought was barely processed when another raw cock was up my fuck juice slippery ass. This was a huge thick black monster. There was no missing it's pressure stretching my hole, pounding past my prostate and attacking my second hole."

I find the feeling of shame and humiliation an extreme turn on. I love being dressed up like a dirty cum guzzling street whore and owned by dominant black men with enormous dicks. I love being owned by them and being subjected to all sorts of twisted raunchy [banned word] kinks of their desire. Being exposed out in public, stripped down and caught or watched as I’m forced down, having my legs forced open and have an enormous black cock buried raw deep inside me is very orgasmic to me. I get turned on being watched, looked at with disgust as nothing more than some street cum dumpster whore. I love being verbally degraded as my hole is being wrecked and bred. I love going to sleazy motels, orgy parties, cruise spots where I get passed around total strangers and used as their cum dumpster whore. I love going home a hot mess with a leaking hole

Food for thought. I can only say that from my experiences I have never felt shame or humiliation from being fucked or offering myself up to be fucked. In fact the last time I was bred was in a cottage stall while some other guys stood outside listening to me getting pounded. After we finished and rearranged our clothes he left and I walked out a few seconds later with a huge grin on my face knowing everyone else knew exactly what had just happened. As I drove away I was gigling and was actually buoyant for the rest of the day because it felt so good. This is not to say that shame and humiliation cannot be great tools in the sex itself. I love a controlling Top. I love verbal during a hard fucking especially when a Top calls me slut, or bitch. During sex I want to be owned. Once the sex is over, however, we are on an equal footing. Cliche time: Yes I am a fuckhole to be used; also I'm a person. Fail to see that side of things and you'll never get to experience the other. My pride is quite intact.

Lol I totally have to agree. I’m a size queen and love enormous cocks. I’m pretty stretched but have had ones that literally made me cry lol. I never turn down a challenge and if it doesn’t fit I tell them to make it fit. So far the biggest cock that I’ve had the pleasure of wrecking and breeding my hole was 13”. I got high and seduced him. We got a motel room and I told him that he can have me anyway he desired. We partied some more and then he just took it raping me willingly. I had the most incredible orgasim ever, it hurt so fucking good. We took videos as he was wrecking my hole, I was moaning and crying saying how good it felt and for him not to stop. At one point I was so fucked up that I was out of it and could barely feel anything. I was a hot leaking mess and kept telling him that I was still hungry for more and love how rough he was being. I bent in front of this long mirror and told him to own me. He got behind me as I was pulling my cheeks open and buried his rock hard cock hard deep inside me to the point of lifting me off the ground. He then verbally degraded me as he fucked me with zero remorse till he spilled inside me leaving me sore for a week

Just got fucked by two different Asian Guys. First was a fuckbuddy of mine who has fucked me many times he is from Hong Kong and has kinda small dick, so we only need spit. I can always feel when he pumps his load in my hole. About an hour later another fuckbuddy stopped by after work, He is Filipino and has a nice cock I usually suck. But this time he fucked me as i was prelude with my other buddys load. He kept telling me how wet and warm it felt and how he was going to breed my ass. now online looking for more LOL

There's a truth here that I think bears teasing out and acknowledging. Actions, and speech can be an action, have consequences. Free speech doesn't mean freedom from critique of that speech. A lot of what people brand as "cancel culture" I see as simple accountability for the positions, and the actions, that people take. The consequences of these things are, in my opinion, very weak tea indeed. The fact that these kinds of forces function to help discuss and define cultural norms and let people know when they're butting up against them is somewhat comforting. If only that mechanism had been working for governmental and institutional norms over the last few years. The ethical bankruptcy and bald-faced hypocrisy of the right and of the religious right in the US has been startling to observe. One thing I could not get past was how many people felt they needed to assert they were not racists for voting for the Republican Presidential contender in 2016. What I took away from that was that, while they may not have been racists demagogs themselves, they decided that the candidate's transparently racist views and policies weren't a deal breaker for them. It was then that I decided that there really was an "unfuckable" category of men. I decided I wasn't rewarding crypto-racist fascists with access to my cunt.

So many good memories sucking cocks, even though sucking cock is not my most favorite thing to do being a CumDump. Fun memory...10 years ago I was in Rome and was in a gay bar; fun place, dark, semi-crowded, stage for strippers, kind of a sketchy crowd. I was flirting with this tall and muscular guy. I thought he was interested, so I walked to the bathroom to see if he’d follow me. He did not. I went back to the bar and ignored him. An hour later I decide to go up to him again. He looked at me, didn’t say anything, turned and walked to the bathroom. I followed him. He went into a stall. I followed, shut the door. He spoke no words. He pushed me to my knees. He unzipped and pulled out a beautiful long uncut cock, big black bushy pubic hair. I immediately opened my mouth to suck. He slapped my face. He pushed my face into his hairy groin, sweaty and manly smells. Then I opened my mouth and sucked on his beautiful cock as it grew in size and got hard as I was sucking. I worked diligently. It was amazing. I wanted to taste his cum. I worked on him for 5 or more minutes. Suddenly he pulled his cock from my mouth, zipped up his pants, stepped over me and walked out of the stall, leaving me on my knees. I walked back out to the bar, semi crowded. He was back at the bar with two other guys laughing/talking. Oh well I thought...asshole! A few minutes later he’s looking at me and motions for me to come over to him. I do. He takes my shoulders, positions me, my back to the bar, he’s infront of me, puts his hand on my head and forcibly pushes me down to the floor on my knees. He steps closer to the bar. Each one of his two friends is on each side, all standing tightly around me, so few people out in the bar notice I’m on the floor. Single-handily he unsnaps his jeans. I pull his zipper down and pull out his semi-hard cock. I immediately start sucking him. He gets hard. He’s forcing his cock in my mouth. Soon I feel him tensing up, then he blasts his cum in my throat. I tried to keep his cock in my mouth, milking all his cum. Quickly he pulls out and is stuffing his cock in his jeans. I hear them talking in Italian, laughing. I’m waiting for him to give me room so I can stand up, but soon I realize they are tightly keeping me on the floor my back pressed to the bar. One of they other guy’s hands are under the bar unsnapping and unzipping his jeans. Another beautiful man’s cock comes out. He’s really very sweaty. I start sucking immediately. I can hear the music, the flashing lights of the stage, I see guys legs walking by; no one’s really paying any attention to what’s going on. I suck and suck the friend’s cock. He took a while, but he finally gave me his load in my throat. Soon he pulls out and zips up. Now I turn to the third guy. Yep, he’s unzipping, again a good sized, hairy uncut sweaty cock. I devour it. He’s cums very quickly and I remember how the other two stood so still as they came in my mouth, the third guy jerks and shakes as he’s cuming in my mouth. Soon he’s done. Cock is put back in his jeans. I’m saited with three good tasty cum loads inside me. I still can’t stand up and I’m thinking, ok guys I’m done down here. Then they step away from the bar and I’m exposed on my knees on the floor in the bar. I stand up, and turn toward the bar. The three guys I just sucked off head to the door and leave. My face still wet with my salvia and cum as I’m wiping it away and I order a drink, I get my money out. When the drink comes I hand the bills to the bartender. He smiles, waves off my money and says, in Italian accented English, “No, no, those boys you just blew, paid me to give you a drink and say...”Thanks American!”

I dont believe that Hillary Clinton sips baby blood to get high. I don’t believe that Bill Gates wants to use the COVID vaccine to geotag everyone . I don’t believe that socialism means that countries are destroyed and their population taken to concentration camps. I am a rational person who believe in facts and logic. It appears there’s very few of us left in the USA but by sheer definition, I am a Democrat. And if a guy I am going to fuck tells me he is a republican I tell him to have his mom use a dildo on him cause I am NOT touching them. Never been horny enough to have to deal with any of them.

When I'm having a group fuck and taking several loads, I prefer to hold it in me, but then do a huge cumfart right at the end. Of course, sometimes I take so many loads, then my ass reaches the overflow point, regardless.

Direct to the saunas and bare fuck like a rabbit every hole i can ...and accept every private sex parties.

Chapter 8 - Falling Fast The following weekend, on Sunday afternoon, Brian once again found himself shaking with nerves. This time he wasn’t sitting in his Jeep on a strange side street, about to get fucked, but rather siting at a small table in the corner of Starbucks, waiting for his first real date. With Jake. **** Since they had kissed at accepted students day, Brian and Jake proceeded with falling for each other pretty quickly. They talked more with each other at school than they ever had before, and continued chatting by text when they got home. It was mostly about school, college, high school drama, how their dorm room would be set up next year, but things really started moving when Brian asked about the kiss. Brian: “So, umm, you kissed me…” Jake: “Yes I did. And then you kissed me.” Brian: “Haha yup. Did you know I had a crush on you?” Jake: “I had no idea, I didn’t even know you were in to guys! But I’m honored to be your crush haha.” Brian: “Hahaha I’m glad. I didn’t know you were into guys either.” Jake: “Yeah, I’m gay. I’ve known it for a little while, but honestly I’ve been too scared to do anything about it or tell anyone. You’re the first person to know.” Brian: “I’m gay too. I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but I think realizing I had a crush on you is what helped me figure that out.” Jake: “Awww ❤️🏳️‍🌈. Haha not weird at all, I get it. I just really had a feeling there was something between us all day, and then the next thing I know I’m kissing you. I still can’t believe I did that.” Brian: “I’m super glad you did :). So, like, do you want to go out with me some time?” Jake: “Yeah!” They decided to meet up for coffee the following Sunday afternoon, and maybe go see a movie after. Neither of them was truly out, but they both decided this would be the first step, and that they wanted to spent time together. They met up at Starbucks in the early afternoon and just sat and talked for hours. Eventually they decided to go see the movie, and even though they picked the latest superhero film, they still found themselves holding hands for a few minutes, laughing with each other in the dark at the corniness of their first date tropes. It was dark after the movie ended, and on the way back to their cars they decided to go for a walk in the nearby park. Jake offered his hand to Brian as they strolled along the path. Brian took it. Neither of them was quite ready to come out to everyone in their lives, but in that moment, they wanted to be together, and didn’t mind who saw. As they reached their cars, Brian pulled Jake in for a passionate kiss, this one lasting a little longer than the last. Then, it was time to go home. It was a school night, after all. Brian was ecstatic at how things were going with Jake. He could tell they were moving quickly, and while he knew that should make him nervous, it didn’t. What made him nervous was Adam, and his toxic seed. Brian’s cock stiffened every time he thought about their night together, but he was worried a positive diagnosis would ruin his chances with Jake. He wanted to get tested ASAP, but he knew it would take a couple weeks to get accurate results. He figured things wouldn’t go quite that quickly. He was wrong. **** The next Friday, Jake invited Brian over to his house to hang out and play video games. His dad was away for work, so he had the place to himself. Brian was excited to finally get some alone time with Jake, and figured he’d call the night a win if he could actually make out with Jake for longer than a couple minutes. They kicked things off by playing video games, eating pizza, and talking about the physics test they took earlier in the day. Eventually, they shut the PlayStation off, sat on the couch, and just talked. They got to know each other, talked about their futures, and even discussed their sexuality. Finally, close to midnight, they started talking about their budding relationship. “So we’re both gay, we’ve kissed twice, and we kinda went on a date…”, Jake returned from the kitchen with sodas for both of them and sat down on the couch right next to Brian, their arms and legs now touching, as he prepared his question. His voice cracked as he asked it. “…does that make me your boyfriend?” Brian turned and looked at Jake, rested his free hand softly on Jake’s face, and kissed him. Jake’s mouth was ready for it this time, and the two boys shared their third kiss. A moment later, Brian let go, placed his forehead up against Jake’s and said “Does that answer your question?” Jake pulled Brian back in to continue the kiss, and the two of them started making out, slowly and intensely. After a little bit, Brian swung himself up over Jake’s body, straddling him, and took his face in his hands (as Adam had done to him only a couple weeks before). He continued the passionately kissing him for what felt like hours. Both of them could feel this was a special moment, their first real connection with another boy, and Jake especially was eager for more. He lifted Brian’s shirt up and beckoned him to lift his arms so he could take it off, and Brian obliged. “My god you are hot” Jake uttered as he took in Brian’s thin chest and pale stomach. “I’m hot!? I’ve got nothing on you, babe.” Brian responded, testing out how calling Jake “babe” felt. He decided he liked it. “I still can’t quite believe I’m making out with you right now.” Jake pulled him back in for more, but after a moment he stopped to ask a question. Brian could notice the nerves appearing on Jake’s face as he asked “Um, do you want to take this to my room?” Brian hesitated for just a moment, remembering his hesitation about his status, but he didn’t want to disappoint Jake. Before Jake could register any concern, Brian jumped back off the couch, now wearing only the light blue, surprisingly well-fitting, jeans and white socks, and said “lead the way.” Jake grabbed Brian’s hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom. Jake’s room was pretty much what you would expect from a straight high school athlete: some medals, some clothes on the floor, a couple sports posters. It was messy, but neither of them cared; the double bed up against the window was the only thing worth paying attention to. “Yeah, uh, this is my room” Jake started to say, unsure of how exactly to move forward now. Luckily, Brian took the lead said “alright, my turn.” He took Jake by the hips and walked him backwards toward the bed, gently pushing him down to sit on its side. Brian grabbed Jake’s red BU Terriers t shirt and yanked it off, revealing Jake’s toned chest and arms. Jake and Brian could both be described as twinks, but Jake would never be dubbed scrawny. He was a maybe an inch taller than Brian and weighed probably 135. Jake was their high school’s star wrestler in the smaller weight classes, so his smooth upper body was sporting nicely toned and veiny arms, he had a defined six pack, and his legs were slim but packed with muscle. He didn’t have the tan of someone who played an outdoor sport, but he wasn’t Brian’s nerdy pale white either. His dark hair was fluffed up but not quite spiked, and Brian gazed in to his piercing blue eyes, which were the features that made Brian first notice he was attracted to him. “Fuck, you are so hot” Brian said as he dropped to his knees and got in between Jake’s legs. Jake had only been wearing black basketball shorts, which Brian quickly pulled down, along with his briefs, and finally his new boyfriend was naked before him. Jake’s cock was already getting hard, and Brian was unsurprised to find he was smooth all over, given the see-it-all nature of his wrestling uniforms. Without using his hands, Brian leaned down and swooped Jake’s cock up into his mouth, giving him his first blow job. Jake moaned and exclaimed “Oh, fuck…”, and ran his hands through Brian’s hair as he worked magic with his tongue, getting Jake rock hard. Brian pulled back and grasped Jake’s dick, which he guessed measured about 6.5 inches. “Please, keep sucking me” Jake begged. Brian did as he was asked. Quickly enough, Jake shouted “Brian I’m gonna cum!” and unleashed a torrent of teenage cum into Brian’s mouth and down his throat. This was the first time Brian had swallowed cum, and even though the surprise caught him off guard, he did his best to take all of it. He gagged a bit, causing Jake to say “Oh god, sorry, are you okay.” Brian gulped down the cum still in his mouth, and said “Yeah man, I’ve just never had a guy blow in my mouth before. But don’t worry it was fucking hot man!” Jake fell back on to the bed, ass still half-hanging off and feet on the floor, and let out a big exhale. As he stared at the ceiling above him, he said “That was my first anything.” Brian knew he meant this was his first time naked and playing with a boy, but asked “never with a girl?”. Jake said “nope”, and Brian replied, still on his knees “me neither”. Jake flipped over on to his stomach and the climbed up into his bed. He pushed the covers aside, laid down on his side, and propped his head up in his hand, elbow into his pillow. “Going to join me?” he asked. Brian wasted no time hopping up off his knees, unbuckling his belt, and sliding his jeans off, along with his socks. “You want to take these off, or shall I?” he asked with a laugh as he grasped the waistband of his boxers. “Strip for me baby” Jake replied, and Brian slowly slid his dark blue underwear down, revealing his already partially stiff 7.5 inch cock. “Holy crap!” Jake exclaimed, and sat up a bit off the bed to get a better look at Brian’s naked body. “Nice cock skinny boy!” “Haha, come on it’s not all that.” Brian replied bashfully, but with a hint of a smirk on his face. “Get the fuck in my bed” Jake ordered with a laugh. Brian didn’t need any more encouragement. He bounded over and hopped up into the bed with his new boyfriend. They started making out furiously while holding each others’ naked bodies tight, hands exploring all over. Jake flipped Brian on to his back and started kissing him on the chest, down his torso, and all the way to his cock, before taking it in his hand, looking up at Brian, and asking “Can I suck it? I don’t really know what I’m doing but I want to try.” “Dude, I don’t know what I’m doing either, so do whatever feels right!” Jake took Brian in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head of his cock, before trying to get as much of Brian’s dick in to his mouth as he could. He couldn’t take it all and choked up a bit, but Brian just smiled as Jake looked up at him with perfect puppy dog eyes. Jake continued to experiment with Brian’s cock in his mouth for a few more minutes before crawling back up and in to Brian’s arms. Brian wrapped his arms around him as Jake leaned into Brian’s chest. “Did you not like sucking?” Brian asked quietly, stroking Jake’s arm to let him know that was alright if it was the case. Jake stayed silent for a moment, thinking, deciding if he was really going to ask Brian to do what he wanted to do next. “No, I loved it, I just… I want you to fuck me.” “Really!?”, Brian said, surprised. “What?” Jake didn’t understand Brian’s reaction, looking up at him for a clue. “I just… figured… you’d be a top.” Brian laughed. “You’re the hot jock in this relationship, after all.” “I’d definitely be down to try fucking you…” Jake replied as he peeled away from Brian a bit so he could look him in the eyes, “… but I need you inside me.” Brian was as rock hard as he could possibly be, and he wanted to give Jake what he asked for. Brian never got to fuck Adam before he left his house, so he still hadn’t experienced what it was like to slide his cock into another guy. But he couldn’t bring himself to explain to Jake why he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to ruin their first time together, but he figured if they played safe it would probably be okay. But, he then realized he hadn’t come prepared for this. He dejectedly asked Jake “I don’t have any condoms, do you?” “No” “Damn” he said dejectedly. “That’s alright, I don’t care.” “Are you sure?” “More sure than I’ve ever been about anything. I want you to be my first, Brian.” Brian couldn’t say no. In that moment, he made a snap decision: he was going to roll the dice. “Jake, I want you too baby” Brian said. Jake sat up and got on all fours facing the foot of his bed, presenting his ass to Brian, who simultaneously shifted to his knees behind him. Brian marveled at Jake’s smooth ass, and gently pressed his thumb on his hole, causing Jake almost to fall as his elbows buckled. Neither of them knew enough about fucking yet to worry about foreplay, so a couple minutes of fingering is the only preparation Jake got for what was to come. Brian’s cock was fully hard now, 7.5 inches of teenage muscle that had turned into a cruise missile, ready to find it’s target. “How about lube” Brian asked, and Jake shook his head no. “Okay, suck me off again at least to get me wet, I don’t want to hurt you.” Jake flipped around and gave Brian the sloppiest sucking he could manage. Then, he got back in position, eager to get this done. As Brian grabbed hold of Jake’s hips, he could feel him trembling. “Are you sure? We could do this later with lube and condoms and everything.” Brian was giving Jake one last out. “Please, just put your dick in me” Jake whined seductively. Brian brought his cock up to Jake’s virgin ass and aligned his head with his boyfriend’s hole. He hoped Jake’s spit would be enough lube, and was worried about hurting him, but he knew they both wanted this so badly. Their sparks had been flying since the first moment they saw each other at BU, and he knew this felt right. He began to slowly push in. He didn’t expect how hard it would be to break through Jake’s hole, and he could hear the muffled moans of pain as he finally pushed hard enough to get his cock inside him. Slowly he slid his long slender dick inch by inch into what he thought had to be the tightest opening in existence. Jake’s ass was like a vice grip as Brian went deeper, and the pressure was amazing; like nothing he had ever experienced with his hand. Jake was in pain, but also in love. Like Brian had felt weeks earlier with Adam, he was feeling gay and proud. He was taking a cock from a cute boy that he was falling head over heals for, so he was not going to let a little pain stop him now. “Fuck, Brian, you’re so big” he panted through large gasping breaths. Brian was about half way in to Jake’s hole when he asked “Are you okay?”. Jake replied “Oh, fuck, yes. Are you all the way in?”. “Not, about half way” Brian responded. “Oh god go all the way Brian.” Brian shoved his hips into Jake and bottomed out in his virgin ass, causing both of them to let out loud, guttural moans; Brian feeling for the first time his cock completely gipped by another boy’s tight ass; Jake feeling what it was like to have his crush deep inside him. Brian began pulling out and sliding back in, very slowly at first. Jake alternated between holding his torso up with his hands on his bed, to falling to his elbows and burying his head into his sheets, trying to get used to it. After a few moments, Brian started building up a rhythm that could actually be described as fucking. He had never felt so powerful, holding Jake’s hips in his hands, looking down on his arched back, and driving his potentially HIV-positive cock into the unsuspecting virgin asshole. Jake had never felt so fulfilled, literally and figuratively. Even more-so than Brian, he had had to portray himself as the straight jock for so long, knowing it was a lie. Now he was on his bed taking his boyfriend’s cock in his ass. He picked up the pace. “I’m not going to last long baby. Where do you want me to cum?” Brian asked, although he figured he knew the answer. In between grunts, Jake let out “inside me Brian, cum in me, please.” Brian had wanted to flip Jake on his back so he could look him in the eyes as he did this, but he realized he wasn’t going to last. He began thrusting as hard as he could, making Jake yelp and cry out in what was now, finally, starting to become a mix of pain and pleasure. “Here it comes!” Brian yelled. He pulled Jake’s ass back into him, at the same time driving his hips forward forcefully. With his cock buried 7.5 inches inside of Jake, he experienced the single most intense orgasm he had ever had as he shot a huge rope of his cum deep into his classmate. He quickly leaned in and hugged Jake from behind, his chest on Jake’s back and his hands wrapped around his sweaty wrestler body as he continued to fill Jake’s ass with cum. With the last buck of his hips, and the final cum entering Jake’s hole, they both collapsed on the bed, Brian laying on top of Jake, his cock still inside him. Jake was silent, breathing heavily. Brian exclaimed “That was amazing” before quickly following it with a question of genuine concern, again asking “You okay?” He meant what he said, but it did cross his mind that Jake wouldn’t be able to answer that entirely on his own yet, since Brian could potentially have just pozzed him. Jake started to roll over, so Brian pulled out and sat back up on his knees. Jake swung around and sat cross legged in front of him, both of them admiring the skinny sweating teenager in front of them. “I’m more than okay. That hurt, but I loved it… I might love you.” Jake froze, again, realizing that this time he almost definitely had gone too far. He didn’t know if he meant fully what he said, but in that moment, it was almost as if he had to say it. “Good. I might love you too.” Brian said with a giant smile and a glimmer in his eye, relieving Jake immensely. Jake pounced on Brian and pushed him back into the pillows. They laid together on their sides, legs intertwined, making out without any more words exchanged for what could have been hours. Eventually, they fell asleep, Jake holding Brian close. ***** The two boys woke up relatively early the next morning, since Jake needed to get to a wrestling practice. They showered together, jerking each other off under the hot water, trying to get themselves to cum at the same time (they succeeded, much to their enjoyment). As they got dressed and ate breakfast, they talked about the night before, how much they enjoyed it, and everything else they wanted to do together. Brian was intent on having Jake fuck him next time, but he would have no problem taking on the role of top again too. They also agreed they would figure out a way to come out together before the end of the school year. They wanted to be a couple. The magical morning-after glow shone strong on both of them, as they both felt they had found a missing piece of themselves. After Brian left Jake’s house, reality began to set back in, and he got a queasy feeling in his stomach as he thought about what he had to do next- he had to take an STD test. A few days later, he went to the health center at the local community college to get it done and over with. He didn’t even want to think about how he would tell Jake if his test came back positive; things were going so well. But, he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that, for some reason, that was what he was hoping for. Friday morning, he checked his phone as he was walking in between classes, excited to see Jake next period in history class. He had an email from the clinic. He quickly opened it and scanned for one of two words until he found what he was looking for. He opened his texts and typed out a one-word message to Adam: negative. Adam responded right away. “Damn. We’re going to have to try again. I have a few ideas to make sure I poz you up next time boy. We’ll have meet up again soon.” As Brian walked in, he managed to smile and wink at Jake as they quickly squeezed hands at the back of the room, but he zoned out all throughout history class. Luckily, they were watching a movie, so nobody noticed. He was supposed to be relieved. This was supposed to be great news. But his cock was stirring, and as the bell rung and Brian and Jake parted ways for the next period, he wrote out a reply to Adam and sent it on gut instinct: “Agreed. What do you have in mind?”

I grabbed the lube from the locker and closed the drawer up again, I could see Dean watch me as I applied the lube to his stunning hole then all over my cock, no words were said between us. I wasn't using the condoms and if he wanted my cock he knew that was part of the deal. I was ready to fuck his 18 yr old sweet hairless hole, I moved forward and he positioned himself just right as without any effort took my cock in one go... I slid right up his boy hole and started the move like this was meant to be. We were doing what came natural to two men who clearly found each other sexually attractive. I picked up the pace, all this time each of us just moaned in pleasure to one another, no words were been spoken. I fucked him solidly for 20 mins, he stroked his cock and then yelled out "I'm gonna cum babe, please breed my cunt" That was all I needed as I felt the cum churn in my balls and rise up..... I blew my load deep up his hole and let out a roar as I did... Dean at the same time then blasted his hot 18 yr old cum all over his chest, chin and face. My cum kept streaming up his hole like it belonged there and finally we both collapsed into each others arms. We were both panting and the smell of cum and man to man sex filled the room as I rolled over and lay in the bed next to him. That was the first of many nights to come... We love each other

(Special thanks to Lynn who inspired this story. Love you, man.) 1993 Jeff. It's too common a name for someone that meant so much to me some twenty years ago. Someone who changed my world completely. I guess you could say my world needed changing back then. I was single and mostly okay with being alone, but the nights were lonely. My dating history was spotty at best...mostly just fucking around here and there. I'd often find myself spending my evenings exactly as I do now: Smoking a cigarette and staring at a computer screen for hours. AOL chat rooms were still a big thing back then, and horny people from all over the world had staked their claim to most of them. I hung out in one room called "GeorgiaMaleforMale". I was in a medium-sized town with no active gay community that I knew of. A few guys went to the park or to the rest area on the highway. I'd been there and done that. I guess my 20's had taught me that there are no boyfriends in those places...nobody to hold hands with or take to dinner. There was cock and cum and lust. Around that time, I stopped thinking love was a real concept. The French had invented it as a nice word for "attraction". The harsh truth had started showing on my face in wrinkles and a permanent frown. I started looking older than my actual age. Fuck it. Plain old lust was good enough for me now. I ended up chatting with a guy who lived about forty minutes from me. Jeff. There were no photos in those old AIM profiles...just descriptions of themselves and their desires. Jeff's wasn't really detailed, but his short distance from me was enough for me to go on. He and I were somewhat similar...he was a year older than me and a few inches taller, but none of those details seemed to matter to me right then. I secretly hoped he'd private me first, but that didn't happen. I took the plunge.... Hi, neighbor. Oh HI! I was about to private you, but I figured you were already chatting with somebody. Nope. How are you? Not bad. Are you new here? No, but I haven't been here much lately. It's the same jerks as always. They talk trash me in this place. Why? Reasons. My name is shit around here. I think it's because I come across like a snob when I type. I'm not, though. And also I'm poz. Damn. I was so sick of that disease...it had haunted my prime sexual years and it was just so brutal. Every time they discovered something new about the virus,it was more apparent that AIDS was almost impossible to cure. Oh. I'm sorry, man. How do you feel now? No symptoms...but I'm not going to lie about it to assholes online. Some of them probably have it to, but won't own up to it. Sucks. You are better than them. You okay with me being poz? Are you clean? Doesn't matter to me. A bisexual guy fucked me bare when I was in my teens...gave me butt warts. That's a beginner's bug. Herpes is pretty much the same. You like to be fucked, huh? I do! I haven't had sex in four years...it's not worth the heartbreak. 'Heartbreak'? I don't bother with romance any more. You like sucking dick? Absolutely. I'm good at it unless the guy is too big. Oh. Well...I'm kind of big. More wide than long. I just love being blown. Would you suck a poz dick? Why not? Would you let a poz guy fuck your ass? With no condom? I would. Are you a chaser? I mean, are you trying to get infected? Not so much...I just don't care. I focus on the experience and the man. I can give you an experience alright. Do you have a digital photo? No. Sorry. Do you? Yeah. I'll send it to you. You can make an online photo at Kinko's. Just take a regular picture there and they'll convert it. It's cheap. Will do. I don't have any nude pics though. Ha! I don't either. Can't imagine giving a nude photo to some random Kinko's employee. We'll see each other nude soon enough. Check your email tomorrow morning. Gonna crash now. I'm I'm Jeff, by the way. I'm Lyle. Sleep well, Jeff. It was almost 2 AM on a Friday night/Saturday morning. I didn't turn on the radio because I couldn't handle hearing "I Will Always Love You" one more time. That fucking song, I swear. I'd read and go to sleep. My brain was full of thoughts, ideas and questions. I'd ask the kid at Kinko's about digital cameras. How did they even work? Where could you buy one? I'm sure they weren't cheap. I had no dreams that night. Early on Saturdays is when I usually did laundry. It wasn't busy and nobody would rip your stuff off at this hour. To hell with it. Sunday morning would work. I raced to the computer which I'd left on. Jeff had sent an email! It had an attachment that I opened so fast...there he was. He didn't look sick. A little skinny, maybe....but well within the normal range. His face was somewhat boyish and pale. His hair was dark and recently cut. He wore a nice, blue-checkered shirt, buttoned all the way to the neck. Handsome man. I could reply and gush about the picture...write some adoring compliments maybe. But I stopped myself. I would turn 30 this year and knew there was no romance left anywhere so there was no point chasing it. This was just a sex thing. That was enough. OK. Time for me find a photograph of myself. I had a whole shoe box full of them and an unused photo album that somebody gave me a long time ago. I was never a fan of looking at pictures of myself because all I could do is see all of my flaws. One of the first few I looked at was taken at some cousin's graduation and it was candid. I was looking over my shoulder at something and my hair looked pretty decent. I bet I was craving a cigarette and was scouting for a place to go have one. My brother probably snapped this one. I decided on this one because I looked okay and really didn't want to go through all the old memories just now. The Kinko's guy was reading a paperback when I walked in, and the place was empty. Good. I was slightly embarrassed even though he'd have no idea what my mission was. He seemed bored and possibly hungover. He listed the options: on a disk, through email, various filters, etc. I didn't really know what to get so I just asked for the deluxe package sent to my email. "Just the one photo? You could bring in up to ten...better value." I didn't even think of that. "No. Just this one." I felt like a kindergartner. "Suit yourself. Put your email address on this form and keep your receipt. This'll probably in your mail by the time you get home." I needed to go do some weekend chores, but I just couldn't wait to talk to Jeff again. Sure enough, the pics were already there. I wasn't real familiar with zip files, but figured it out. So weird -- looking at myself on the computer. They had put borders on some of them, altered brightness and colors. I chose the one where my cheeks looked a little pinker and the background was dark. I attached it to a message for Jeff. Good morning! Here's my pic. It's about six months old, but I look pretty much the same now. Hope we talk soon. My phone number is --- ----, if you'd rather talk that way. Lyle I didn't know what to do with myself at that point. My apartment building was coming to life and so laundry was out of the question. I kind of needed something to focus on just then. Nintendo. I went through all the levels of Mario Bro.s 2 and 3. Was he awake? What was he thinking? Maybe I should vacuum or something. I prepared to busy myself when the phone rang. My heart raced and I tried to get my shit together before answering. I picked up right after the third ring. "Hello?" "Hi Lyle. It's Jeff. I'm looking at your picture now....so cute!" "Thanks. Yours too. I did like you suggested and went to Kinko's. I meant to ask the guy about digital cameras, but he was not all the friendly. Do you know anything about them?" "They have them at the Best Buy here. I think they're a little pricey, but we can go look." "Cool. I want to see you so badly." "Today? Today would be good because my roommate is out of town until Monday." "Oh. I didn't know you had a roommate." "David. It's his house. We're not boyfriends or anything, even though we fool around once every so often. He's poz too." More new things to think about. "I can be there in less than an hour.What's a good time for you?" "Wait until after you eat some lunch. That'll give me time to clean up around here." It was almost 11 AM. "OK. I'll see you around 1 or 1:30." He gave me directions and I wrote them down carefully. There's no way I could eat anything. Electricity was pulsing from my groin to my heart to my brain while my stomach was AWOL. I took a thorough shower and then wondered what the hell I should wear. It was still warm enough for shorts, but I hesitated. I finally just wore the nice, casual clothes I'd planned on wearing to work on Monday. Instead of loafers, I put on some Nike high-tops so it wouldn't look like I was ready for a date. But that's kinda what this was, wasn't it? I hadn't been on an actual date in over a year. I put on just a bit of cologne out of habit. What I felt wasn't "nervous"...it was a step above of that somehow...right below "panic". The drive went by pretty fast even though I listened to AM talk radio. The right-wing assholes flourished in the South. My anger at this demographic distracted me a little. They all hated Clinton and said nasty things about his wife and daughter. Fucking rednecks. I wish my company would transfer me to a blue state like Illinois or California. 'Hallyen' was the name of Jeff's street, but I said it in my head as "Hell Yeah". It was a middle-class neighborhood, and pretty tidy. Jeff's house (or I guess his roommate's house) was set away from the street behind some massive trees. I didn't know what I expected a residence with two poz guys living in it to look like. Maybe I figured it would look a little menacing, darker. But the place looked normal and the day was beautiful. I parked along the curb and turned off the damn radio with rebellious force. To hell with those people. And there he was. Jeff. He was standing there all tall and handsome, with jeans and a gray polo shirt. He looked only slightly different than the photo he sent. He had a full, healthy five o'clock shadow already. His hair was black and there was a hint of something foreign in his skin tone. He had no shoes on. "Lyle? You're slightly early, my friend. It's cool. You're not allergic to cats are you? -- I forgot to ask. There's a cat inside and he hides when David's not here. I always forget what his name is..." "Sorry. The drive was quicker than I thought. I've never been here." The yard was mostly neat. "Come on in. You look nice. I haven't even finished drying my hair. Sorry." "Your hair looks perfect. Nice feet." He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "They're pretty big and beat up, but at least I trimmed the nails not long ago. Come on in." After I was inside, I smelled the odor of pot right away. Pot and cat box. I was no prude or anything...I'd toked more than a few times in college. It just didn't much except make me hungry. There was a ceiling fan lamp on...with multiple globes, but only one of them had a working bulb. The last light with life. My dad wouldn't stand for that. He was always replacing bulbs and searching for the brand that lasted longest. It was maybe to defy mortality. ??? "Nice place, Jeff. Lots of space." Thanks. Make yourself at home and I'll finish getting ready. Want a beer?" He brought me a Bud and disappeared off to another room. He was humming. The beer was burning my stomach a little which made me wish I had actually eaten something beforehand. Oh well. I guess Jeff wasn't a typical gay dude because he finished grooming really fast. His hair was gelled and he was wearing big, clownish deck shoes. Nice. "Hey, Jeff -- I think I need to eat something. Sorry. I forgot about lunch." "Me too. There's a decent taco place on the way to Best Buy. Let's go." His little car was in the driveway and was really warm inside because of the sun. Jeff didn't seem to notice. I worried my pits would start to sweat, but I was a guest. I wouldn't ask for AC or if I could roll down a window. Maybe he was cold-blooded or....or not feeling well. I mean, how could he NOT be sweating?? Nope. Powder dry. I distracted myself with counting all the confederate flags on the route. Goddamn those people. The little taco place was in a strip mall that had only one other tenant...a nail salon. We ate a few tacos and tortilla chips. I felt better almost immediately. I watched Jeff eat. His fingers were long and thick and the wrists were covered with dark fur. There just wasn't one thing about this man that wasn't attractive. The waiter came to collect or plates. "Want a drink, Lyle. I want a drink." "Sounds great!" He turned to the guy. "Dos vasos de tequilas por favor." Tequila. I tried to remember if I'd ever had it before. After the glasses arrived, Jeff reached into his front pocket and retrieved a few pills. I guess my curious eyes gave me away. "It's just Tylenol. I woke up with a little fever this morning." "Oh no! I'm sorry, Jeff." "No worries. I get them from time to time. Nothing too bad." "Do you want to go home? We can do this another time when you're feeling better." "Hell no. We're going to have another drink and I'll be fine by the time we're done." So we has another glass of tequila with ice in it. I was liking it. Jeff ordered one more. "How you feeling?" "Well...I'm feeling warm. It's either the tequila or my fever is gone." "Possibly both." "Yeah. You have great eyes, Lyle. Smart eyes. First thing I noticed was that you had smart eyes. There's always thinking in those eyes." This made me look down. Nobody had ever said such things to me. Most people said I had the same eyes as my dad, but I never got the sense that was really a compliment. "Thanks. Your eyes are beautiful as well. All of you is." "What about one more drink?" I was pretty drunk already, but that was not my biggest concern. Alcohol lowered your immune system and I figured Jeff didn't need that just now. "Will you be OK? I don't want you to get a fever again." "It's gone. I know all the cops around here. They're usually drunker than anyone they pull over. Let's go!" He paid the bill even though I'd wanted to. It was still so nice outside. I wasn't wobbling or anything, but my balance was a little off. I watched Jeff's perfect ass as he walked ahead of me. It was so fine even though his jeans sagged a little low at the waist. It was still warm inside the car, even warmer than before. "Do you mind if I roll down the window a little?" "Yeah...as long as you don't mind if we put off the Best Buy trip until later. That tequila wiped me out." "No problem. We can go whenever you want. Are you okay?" "Just tired. I didn't sleep all that well last night." He wasn't the only one. Back at his place, Jeff turned his big TV. "Not much on but college football today. That okay? You follow sports at all?" "Not passionately, but it's fine. Go lie down and I might even have a little snooze myself." He smiled,handed me the remote and left. I don't dislike football. My thing with watching any sporting event is that it all seems like reruns to me...I couldn't tell if I was watching a new game or one from ten years ago. Maybe I would stretch out on the couch and take a nap. I muted the volume and watched the hulking beasts run into each other over and over again. I was drifting off but also keenly aware of the beautiful man sleeping so near by. If you could somehow combine a shot of tequila with elements of college sports, you'd have the greatest sleep aid ever. Jeff was awake and trying not to make noise. Just his presence in the room was enough to jolt me out of a sound sleep. I listened to him clatter around the kitchen for a few minutes before getting up. I followed the sounds and found him peppering two thawed steaks. "Hi. Do you feel better, Jeff?" "Yeah. Much. I thought I'd grill out on the deck while the weather is still nice...sound good?" "Sounds great." "Want a beer or a soda or something?" He'd changed clothes. "Beer sounds good." "Well...there's two different kinds in there. Possibly three. Pick one and bring it out back while I get started." The refrigerator was packed with all kinds of good stuff. I'd never asked Jeff what he did for a living. Maybe David was wealthy. Whatever -- I guess it wasn't any of my business. He hadn't asked me much either. I went through the sliding glass door and smelled that wonderful smell of charcoal and lighter fluid. The odor of Summer. "It's a nice space here. Your backyard is beautiful." "I'll tell David you said so. He is obsessed with getting everything raked, mowed and weeded. Speaking of which...." He offered me a blunt that was already lit. "A little appetizer?" "Thanks." I took a toke and watched Jeff slide the steaks onto the grill. I was no prude about weed, but a little particular. I loved smoking it with really good friends, but it felt weird to bet stoned with people I didn't know very well. It didn't seem like a very social drug. "I'm glad we can talk. When the cicadas come out in the evenings, you have to practically yell. They are usually out by this time of year. Weird. That annoying song they sing means that Summer is over." "My dad always called them 'locusts' even though I tried to explain to him the difference many times. Stubborn bastard, my dad." "That reminds me. We're having a salad alongside the steak. I made it fresh. We used to buy that bagged salad, but I once found a live grasshopper in one I'd just got from the store. Never again. I don't I made the coals hot enough, so this will take awhile." "It's fine. It's just so beautiful back here. I live in an apartment and am almost never outdoors." The weed was relaxing, but not intense. My stoner friend Jimmy would call it 'kind'. Jeff settled down on the bench next to me. He'd put on flip-flops that were probably a size too small because his large toes hung over the edges. "Here's what I find weird about you, Lyle." Uh oh "You are super smart and always thinking...so why haven't you asked me many questions? I mean, we've talked about insects more than we have about important stuff. Are you biting your tongue?" "No." I handed him the roach. "I'm just a clod. I like you so much and I don't to ruin my chances by asking too much." The meat was just barely starting to sizzle over the heat. "I guess I understand that. You're not a clod...just polite. I should tell you that I'm unemployed. I worked for a place that did lithography...coupons, ads and crap that most everybody throws away. Word got out about me and they fired my ass." "Is that even legal?" "Probably. This is the South. I didn't love it there enough to fight. David and I were fuck buddies back then and he invited me to move in. We're both such sluts and it's anybody's guess as to who pozzed who first. This for four years ago. I do everything around the house, but not the gardening. David's a physical therapist and makes a very decent living. Your turn, Lyle." "Um...I am an Aries. I work for a regional magazine, doing layout and some writing." "Have you ever been in love?" "Yes. I can honestly say I once was. His name was Norman. I know I felt love, but I'm not sure he ever did. We weren't sexually compatible. Those were his words." "Like how?" "He was very endowed. It hurt too much to have him try to fuck me. He bought me a dildo to practice with, but I just couldn't make myself use it." "I'm the same way...it's flesh or nothing. But the bad news is that my dick is really big. Probably bigger than Norman's." We'd finished the roach, but Jeff had a fresh fatty ready to spark. "Oh." "Maybe he was just too impatient. Or maybe he was a jerk." "Probably both." "I'm very patient and know how to go slow...especially with beginners." "I've been fucked before...guys with smaller penises. Always with a condom, though." "Well, I've got tons of Trojans in my bedroom. I don't like wearing them, but they can be fun to jack off with." The sun was close to setting and I wondered how high I was. We ate and talked about more mundane things as the coals in the grill slowly died out. The cicadas started their obnoxious hum. "They're here!" "Perfect timing...I was just about to suggest we go inside." I wanted to sit for a little longer. That sound , that song that signaled the and and beginning of things. Jeff put his flip-flops back on and left all the dirty plates outside. "Is the fire out?" "I don't know, Boy Scout. I'll have over 24 hours before I have to clean everything up. David could be on LSD and still have to do the dishes before going to bed." Once inside, my host pit some of the many candles that seemed to be everywhere. I'll leave the TV off is you don't mind. Want music?" A wave of dreamy static washed over my brain. I kind of wanted to hear the cicadas harmonize above the roof. "Sure, Jeff. Anything you want." "Ever hear of Mazzy Star? It's probably my favorite CD of all time. I once smoked a shit ton of hash and listened to the whole thing twice. I swear I found a few dimensions of reality that night." I knew I'd love it. I knew I would because I love everything about how I felt. I would have admitted I loved Jeff too, but that would wreck everything. "Sure If you've never heard this group, go to youtube and sample it now. I mean, wow. It was beautiful, hypnotic and yet still interesting. The singer's voice was like a tiny fairy serenading your soul. It helped that his sound system was amazing. My ex had a thing for Enya, but I could never understand what the fuck she was saying. "You like this, Lyle?" "I love you...I mean 'it'. I love it." I guess I was too stoned to be embarrassed. He chuckled and finished off the joint. "Me too. I've got more weed in my room, but let's sit here for a few minutes. Take your shoes off at least. Relax." I did, and it felt so good I took my socks and shirt off too. "Nice. I was going to do that for you if you didn't." While I was in audio bliss, he had already stripped down to his underwear. I was a little sad that there wasn't more than candlelight in the room. I wanted to see his body under a thousand watt bulb. But this was nice in a way too. Even though there so many shadows in the room, I could tell his dick was huge. Way bigger than Norman's. He never showed much when soft -- not like Jeff. I wanted to stare at his bulge, but my eyes were closing. I wasn't so much sleepy as I was in a pre-dream sue to the music. One lyric, one piece of music caught my attention: "I could possibly be fading/ Or have something more to gain/ I could feel myself growing colder/ I could feel myself under your fate" He wasn't next to me. "Jeff??" "I'm just getting a beer...I have cotton mouth really bad. Want one?" "Yeah. This CD is amazing." I'd buy a copy for myself if we ever made it to Best Buy. As if he's been reading my earlier thoughts, Jeff switched on a hallway light. The room brightened a little. He also brought a big candle to the coffee table in front of us. I took the opportunity to look at his groin. I might have looked too intently. "You like it, huh? It doesn't scare you?" "No. It's...I want it." "Okay. Just double-checking. I want to show it to you. So bad. So, so bad." He dropped his undies and THERE it was. It was so long and wide...and somehow alien. I swear it twitched a little. "You can touch it if you want." And I did...maybe too fast. It was super-heated and started to get bigger as I gripped the shaft. "I've never seen a dick this big! You're right...it's way bigger than Norman's." I bet he was used to getting complimented on his awesome meat. "Please kiss it. Please." He didn't need to be so polite. I put the warm head to my lips and tasted this beautiful man. I was savoring the flavors and didn't realize how completely hard he was getting. "That's nice. Take off the rest of your clothes and then I want you to suck me." It was awkward to strip completely in front of this perfect specimen, but I wanted to please him so badly." And he remained fully hard. I was no good at estimating size, but I'd bet it was over ten inches and my wristwatch would probably fir snugly around the base. It hung in the candlelight like a third arm or something. "It'll be easier if I sit. Get on the floor." You know when you're at a restaurant and really hungry? You order too much food and can't eat it all. That was me right then. I wanted to take that cock all the way down to my lungs, but only get about a third of it in my mouth. Jeff played with my hair and humped a little, trying to get farther in. My stupid gag reflex kept kicking in (a problem I'd had with Norman). "Sorry." "What? Why? You're going farther down than most guys can. I want you to enjoy this too. It just feels so nice and I can get a little greedy with a nice mouth on my dick." I eased up a bit He was moaning and breathing heavily. I could do this all day, every day. Would he cum? Mine own dick was ready to burst. "OK. Come sit down here beside me." He lit up the third or fourth joint of the evening. I kind of didn't want to get more altered so I faked my tokes. "The candles smell good. What scent are they?" "Damned if I know. David buys them. I like the plain ones because just the smell of ordinary melted wax is nice enough. Come on. Let's go to my bedroom." He took me by the hand and led me into the shadows. The room was very inviting. There was a night light already on and the bed was made. It made me happy that he'd planned on bringing me here all along. "This is a nice room, Jeff." "Thanks. The bedding is brand new...you can help me break it in." He stretched out on top of the comforter and closed his eyes for a second.. His cock was still rock hard. "I'm going to ask you this only once more...Are you sure you want to do this with no condom?" I was so sure. "I don't usually allow guys I top to have a choice, but I'm giving you - just you - the option." "I appreciate that, but I don't want latex between us." "And you fully understand what could happen if I cum in your ass? You're not too stoned?" Was I? "I'm fine. Ask me to name every state capitol...in alphabetical order." "No. That would make me go limp. I believe you. Get on up here and you can sit on it. That way will be easiest." He produced a tube of lube and started oiling up his throbbing boner.I could watch him do that for hours. "I so wish I had a digital camera right now. Is that KY? Norm used that on us." "No. This is way better. I don't have much left so we need to make it count." I straddled his waist and let him massage a wet glob of the stuff into my butt hole. Jeff had larger fingers than my ex, but was much more gentle. That alone felt so good, I'd almost be happy if it ended now. "Good God. You are super tight...this will take some time. Ready? Just ease down on my cock. Don't rush." He held my sides and guided me lower. I felt him contact ever so slowly. I remember this as always being the worst part. I wondered if I should have asked him to just rape me and get it over with. But he wasn't that kind of guy and I really needed this to mean something. "Ow!" "Sorry, Lyle. Too fast?" "It's fine. It's fine. Are you in?" "Just barely. Relax and try to get used to it. for a minute. I can wait." It was painful but I willed myself to concentrate on the feelings of pleasure that had to be coming soon. "Yeah. Oh! Take your time." Amazingly, I had made it almost halfway down the shaft...still waiting for the good feelings to begin. "I can't take more of it, Jeff." "It's okay. We'll stay like this and smoke a little." He lit up the blunt, but I declined. I'd had enough...and I didn't want an ember to drop on his hairy chest and set him on fire. I relaxed a little and another half inch entered me. "Don't rush, babe". "It's feeling pretty good right now." It was. THIS is why guys did this. I finally got it just then. "Good! I'll let you set the pace." I maybe pushed my luck a little because I felt my ass rip more. "Wait. Hold on." His dick was wide as a wrist at the base. I'd come too far to hesitate now. "You're almost there. Goddamn it feels so good inside you. Shit. You're gonna get a big load pretty soon." And then he was all the way in. The pain wan't gone but it was starting to get crowded out by the pleasures... both mental and physical. I lifted up a little and move back down, letting that huge penis stir my innards. He slowly started to thrust to meet the rhythm I'd started. He let out a long groan. "OK, man. I'm almost ready to shoot." "Don't. Not yet. Can we switch places?" The low light in the room hid his expression. "Perfect! We can fuck like newlyweds." It was a little awkward changing positions because I didn't want him to pull out for even a second. And then we settled in the missionary style. "Bring your knees down as close to your shoulders as you can..yeah. Like that." He was setting the pace now because I think he knew I wanted him to take over completely. He did. The thrusting intensified and sweat was dripping onto my face. I caught more of his face in the dim light. His eyes were squeezed shut and his smile was bright and natural. "Yeah! Cum inside of me, Jeff! I want it!" He was pure animal after that, growling and primal. At no point in my life had I ever felt this turned on. "I...I..Oh God. I'm breeding you now, little buddy! Shit!" He'd shot his load only a split-second before I did. Everything would be different now. He collapsed on top of me and his heavy breathing had a slight rasp. My gluey load was squished between us, making a slightly comical noise.Then we kissed for a long time. His breathing was returning to normal. I was blissed-out. After the lust and adrenaline left my system, the weed resumed its work. How was it even possible for a human being to feel so good? "That was fantastic, Jeff. Thank you." "It was great, huh? Do you need the bathroom? It's right across the hall from my door." I did have to sit on the toilet, but had no idea what would come out of me. I was ready for whatever. I sat for a while, but blood mixed with a little lube is all that was in the bowl. I stayed longer, not wanting to chance an accident while I slept. I was fine. I'd read porn stories where the bottom was fucked so hard he could barely walk. I could walk just fine. There was some soreness, sure, but nothing too bad. "What time is it?" "Last I looked at the clock, it was after 10. I'm gonna take a little nap...you can go watch TV if you want to." No way. I wanted to lie down next to that big, warm body. Our 'nap' lasted until morning. He snored and mumbled in his sleep...but it sounded like music to me. Neither of us really wanted to leave the bed, but gradually did. We never made it Best Buy on Sunday. We smoked, fooled around and talked. At one point I almost said "I love you", but held off. He'd already said he was not the boyfriend type in so many words. It had been a great fuck and that's all. It was a harsh truth that I hadn't really prepared myself for, and it made me think I should go home now. I'd always have the memory of this. Jeff and I hugged goodbye. I thought about "love" on the highway. I still felt it. Maybe it was enough just for me to have the feeling and enjoy it. Just because he wasn't in love didn't have to figure into the equation just now. Love feels good...as good or better than sex. I could have this emotion even if it wasn't returned. That's where I stayed and am still staying to this day. A great ending to this story would be Jeff eventually falling in love with me and us moving in together. That's not what happened. Jeff died two weeks later. After unanswered calls and no sign in the chat room, I finally drove to his place one night. David was home and he told me what had happened. "He got pneumonia and went really fast. He was only in the hospital for ten hours. He's buried in the small town where his mother lives. I have her number if you want it." I took it calmly and jammed it in my pocket. "Thanks." "I'm sorry, man. Do you want to sit down and have a drink?" Oh fuck. If he tried to hit on me, I'd lose it. "No thanks." I could feel tears wanting to come. "You're Lyle, right?" I nodded. "He liked you. Said you had fun." I'd never return to this town. The physical Jeff was gone, but he was still alive in my thoughts and in my heart. AIDS had ruined so many love stories, but I'd never let it claim this one.

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Dubconforlife, thank you so much for your stories! Everett Palmer is such an intriguing character and his misadventures are creative, well-written and hot enough to make me cum every time I read a new chapter. And there's still so much potential for new encounters and horny plot twists. Don't let anybody here tell you your stories are anything but perfect!

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The men before me hit virtually every pleasurable point about being a bottom. I don’t think I saw an emphasis on just how much the feelings evolve. One of the biggest reasons to want to bottom for 5, 10, 20+ guys in a day is because of how much better everyone feels after you’ve been fucked and loaded. After about 10-15 guys for me, I start getting anal-gasms and pretty much everyone from that point on is causing me to have constant orgasms, which is the fucking best. Imagine how an orgasm is primarily a feeling of bliss with your dick, your body tenses, you cum, then the feeling goes away. An anal-gasm is the same thing except the feeling of bliss happens in your ass, your body tenses, you don’t cum, and the feeling stays for as long as you’re getting fucked.

the first guy that fucked me was my older brother. him and his buddy had been using my mouth for a couple years already. the first stranger was a guy who picked me up off the street dressed like a tiny gay slut at night. he parked somewhere quiet and fucked me in his car and busted his nuts in me. he also took my email address cause he knew his buddies would wanna fuck me too.

lol I nearly laughed my ass off when my mom said it was a good thing I got circumcized because that made it less likely that I would contract hiv. I think everyone else just KNOWS I'm a cumdumpster bottom boy. people don't just assume I'm a bottom, they know I'm a bareback gangbang bottom

I will literally shove anything up a faggots ass.

Getting to know the new Sniffies app. Yesterday afternoon a picture of a BBC popped up on my screen just a walk away from my house. Hadn't been planning on getting fucked, but quickly said yes, rushed to the shower to clean out, threw on some basketball shorts, sandals and a wife beater and was on my way. He answered the door with just a towel, closed the door and pushed to my knees. A really nice fat cock emerged from the towel and I began sucking like my life depended on it. He was already hard and it didn't take much slobbing to get him rock hard. He pulled me up and dragged me to the bedroom. We have to be quick, he tells me, my girlfriend is only out for an hour. Pushes me down on the bed, all fours, yanks my shorts down to expose my ass. Spits on my hole and immediately starts to rub his big bat on my crack. After a few strokes, he begins to catch my hole with the head of his cock. A few more strokes and I can feel the head sliding in. He's big, but I'm a seasoned cum dump, so he meets no resistance and quickly slides in all the way to his pubes. I'm hoping he might work my nips, but its clear this is really all about using me as a cum vessel. So I throw myself into being the best hole I can be. Pumps me for about 20 minutes. My little clit cock is leaking as usual. Like most tops, he totally ignores it and just focuses on my cunt and his pleasure. Just the way I like it. I continue to experience milking as he pounds my prostate. I hear his breath quicken and can feel him harden as he squirts a huge load. Pulls out quickly, slaps my ass and says get the fuck out, she'll be back soon. I walk out the front door with a wet spot on back of my shorts. Fortunately didn't run into anyone on the short walk home. Hope to see him again.

Howdy Sir! If you ever get to West Texas, please spare some time for me! I would love the opportunity to be your cum dump for a few days! I am fishing from the same boat "PupWillings" is. HMU sometime, please! 😉

“How much further is it Uncle Cliff, “I asked. The sweat was pouring off my face, had coated the lenses of my Oakley’s , and ran onto my chest. Even though it wasn’t quite noon, the Greek sun was powerful overhead. Uncle Cliff on the other hand, strode a few steps ahead of me, just as happy as a lark. I guess his choice to wear just his Speedo to make the trek to his favorite stretch of beach was a wise one. For me, the bonus was getting to watch his big firm ass fight against the confinement of the spandex in his suit. From my vantage point, Uncle Cliff’s juicy ass was winning the battle. “Not too much further kid,” he called back to me over his right shoulder. “Don’t tell me that jock body is all worn out from taking a ‘widdle walk’ with your Uncle Cliff?” He knew I hated it when he switched into baby talk mode. Even though I couldn’t see his face I just knew he was wearing the same shit-eating grin he always did when he teased me. When I hit my teens, I declared a moratorium on the baby talk with everyone in the family. Most had obliged, except Uncle Cliff. He would pull out the exaggerated inflection when he thought I was behaving badly. As I got older, I realized he mainly did it to get a rise out of me. Maybe it was his teasing tone, coupled with the front row view of his luscious backside, but the most surprising rise I was experiencing was in my crotch. I was grateful I had opted to wear baggy board shorts for our trek, even though the circus tent I was pitching would grab as much attention as I would have in a Speedo like Uncle Cliff/ I shook my head to disband the thoughts I was having about my uncle, and in doing so shook a few beads of salty sweat into my eyes. That sensation would shake anyone back to reality. “So, from here, it gets a little dicey,” Uncle Cliff said as me made an abrupt turn off the small cobblestone road we had be walking on. “There is a narrow trail down the side of this cliff. It’s not very wide, so I recommend small steps, and staying away from the edge. Otherwise, you should be fine.” And with that, he leapt over the curb of the road and began to traverse down the cliffside like a mountain goat. Nerdy as I was, I wasn’t about to back down from a challenge, and so I took a similar tact as my uncle. Big mistake. Two steps and I was down, sliding off the trail to the next level below me. Uncle Cliff wasn’t kidding abut the trail being marrow. Clearly my size 13’s weren’t what the original engineer of this trail had in mind. The drop was about 5 feet or so, as I made my slip just before the first switchback on the trail. And where to you think I was to land? Right in front of good old Uncle Cliff. His surprise at my suddenly “dropping in” was erased by another of his snarky comments. “Man, it’s a good thing you weren’t born with a nose as big as those banana boats you walk on, He started saying. “If it was, you’d have another foot on your hands!” He grinned at his own implied burn. I felt the blood rush to my face, but I fought the urge to engage with a comeback. So, I too the smallest of small steps away from the cliff and let Uncle Cliff back into lead position. I fell in close behind, trying to literally walk in the footsteps of my uncle. This leg of our journey tohis oasis of a beach was the most treacherous, but it was also the quickest. In no time I saw Uncle Cliff suddenly hop down on a flatter sandy surface. I had been paying suck close attention to the trail I had scarcely noticed we were reaching the bottom. When I did, my eyes trailed up, and the scene literally took my breath away. Uncle Cliff’s little oasis as he called it, was one of the most breathtaking spots I had ever seen. The sun had reached its pinnacle point in the sky and was lighting up the Mediterranean blue like nothing I had ever seen, let alone imagined. Even the sand seemed illuminated, giving it a warm, pinkish hue rather than the typical sandy beige. My mouth was agape as I took in the beauty. It was as if we were in an uncharted inlet of land. The stretch of beach itself wasn’t that long, but it had a broad expanse between the shore and the sea. On both sides there were some rock formations that had been worn somewhat smooth by the lapping waves that came up and over them. The sound of these crashing waves was incredible…so relaxing. “So, can I assume by your slack-jawed expression that the journey was worth it,” Uncle Cliff asked. All I could do was nod as my head was still trying to wrap my brain around the beauty I was witnessing. Uncle Cliff smiled, gave my sweat dampened hair a tussle and turned towards the rocky area to our left. “C’mon kid, let’s go over this way,” said Uncle Cliff. “It’s one of my favorite spots anywhere.” The beach itself was surprisingly empty of other people. Just a few random scatterings of guys; guys alone, guys in pairs, and a couple of trios. It was this moment I began to make note of the fact that all the inhabitants of this beach were guys. There wasn’t a female in sight, not that I minded. I loved the ladies, for gab fests, shoe shopping, brunch and the like. But being here, in this amazing place, with nothing but other men, just somehow felt right…and natural. I even imagined that the air had suddenly taken on a scent of something like man musk. I took a deep inhale, and as we walked along the sand I exhaled and felt completely at peace for the first time in quite some time. It was then as we strolled past a couple of the sun worshipers stretched out in the sand that I took note of another important detail that I had somehow overlooked. Every guy we passed was completely, unabashedly, and quite provocatively…nude. I felt my eyes stretch to the size of dinner plates, and the chubbing of my cock begin to pop a tent once again. Apparently, a lot of the guys had similar stirrings, as I made note of more that one guy gently fondling their own cock and balls. As we got closer to the rocky formation Uncle Cliff was headed for, there were other guys giving their junk a more serious polishing. One guy, whom I probably stared at a bit longer than I should have, was jacking his ample cock with gusto. I was mesmerized by his huge balls bouncing in tandem beneath his hardened dick. The natural hair on his chest was slick by what I imagined to be a combo of sweat and sea water. He was as beautiful as one of the carved statues I had seen in most any museum I had ever been to. His pecs, his abs, his tree trunk like thighs…this was what a man looked like. My Adonis was laying between the equally impressive legs of yet another muscled god of a man. Though smoother above the waist that his counterpart, his legs were covered in a lush carpet of dark black hair. His jacking friend lay his head against the man’s chest, and that man was massaging his ample pecs and tweaked his meaty nipples. His technique seemed to have the right effect, because in short order the jacking stud shot a huge stream of cum. The trajectory took that first rope high above him and came to land on his cushioning buddy’s chest. He quickly moved a finger to the spot, scooped up the semen bounty with his fingers, and shoved them into his mouth. I shuddered at the sight, trying to imagine how the inner essence of this stud would taste. It was a short reverie, as my attention to the two studs prevented me from seeing that Uncle Cliff had stopped ahead of me. Impact, and we were down in the sand, me on top of my humpy uncle. “Damn kid, “Uncle Cliff started to say, “usually I make a guy buy me a drink at least before this happens.” He seemed to purr those words, and he had inadvertently brushed a hand across my now stiff cock. His eyes caught mine, even through the dark lenses of my Oakley Oil Can shades, and I blushed. His hand wrapped itself around my thick shaft, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled that wicked smile once again, and then pulled himself from beneath me. I managed to pull myself up on my knees and sat back on my haunches. So many feelings and emotions swirling inside me from the stimuli. I glanced back over my shoulder and noticed my two statue-like gods laughing and mockingly applauding out pratfall. To say I was mortified would be understating the obvious. “So, what do you think,” Uncle Cliff inquired, trying to make the situation less embarrassing. I took off my glasses and once again took inventory of our surroundings. I couldn’t imagine any place more idyllic than where we were at that moment. “It’s breathtaking Uncle Cliff, “I replied. “It’s amazing that a place with such natural beauty seems to be so, natural!” I blanched at my choice of words, but Uncle Cliff just gave a slight chuckle and nodded his agreement. “And I see you’ve made not of the other type of ‘natural’ beauty that inhabits this beach.” Uncle Cliff’s smile took on that devilish look once again. “Those two you were enjoying. They only scratch the surface...you are gonna see guys hotter than those two. I choose this spot every time I come here.” He gave me a wink I didn’t fully understand. II guessed the reason would become known to me in short order. I looked at my uncle with a quizzical yet blank expression on my face. His penchant for the cryptic was another slightly annoying characteristic he possessed. No one enjoyed a mystery more than he did…especially if it was of his own creation. I just shook my head at him and began digging in my backpack for the beach supplies I had toted along. Uncle Cliff was way ahead of me, having laid out a bright pink beach towel that despite its audacious color, nicely complimented the sands pinkish hues. His suntan oil, a small spritzer bottle with water he had filled in our room, and a couple of gossip rags were set neatly to one side. But most noticeable was the large pump bottle of silicone lube and its dildo companion. I didn’t remember seeing it when we unpacked upon our arrival. Hell, I didn’t even notice him packing it before we left New York. Yet here it was, propped up in the shimmering sand just a couple of inches taller that the accompanying bottle of lube. He seemed to notice my shock and replied without prompting. “Oh, give it a rest ‘Judge Judegerson.’ “he quipped. Let me give you the lowdown; this is clearly a nude beach, right? That’s a given. But there is more to it than just that. A lot of hot action goes down here…and I mean A LOT! So, by previous trips I have learned that its best to come early, get a good spot, and be prepared for almost anything. Thus ‘Mr. Belvedere’ here.” I wanted to ash the obvious question, but I was distracted by the appearance of a man so physical perfect, he put the two I had watched before to shame. His body was nothing but rock-hard slabs of muscle. Bark hair, dark eyes, just a hint of facial hair stubble, and thick layers of muscle clearly visible beneath the carpet of jet-black hair that covered his frame. Probably early 40’s, over six feet tall, and with an uncut cock that demanded attention as it swung back and forth like a pendulum. He walked with a confident, yet unassuming stride, and as he got closer, it almost appeared that he would walk right into my uncle and me. At the last moment, he did a graceful veering to his left, and at that moment seemed to lock eyes with Uncle Cliff. Unlike myself Uncle Cliff met his gaze and held on to it. The two if them seemed to forget that there was anyone else around. The eye-fucking they were giving each other caused the man’s cock to begin to harden without being touched. I quickly glanced at my uncle’s crotch and noted his similar reaction. As if in slow motion, Uncle Cliff stood up, and shucked his Speedo down to his ankles in one quick but graceful motion. His thick cock was expanding to it’s full glory like the guy he was eye fucking. No words were uttered, just an exchange of primal energy between to rutting beasts. I had already been imagining them rutting together. I had to wonder if he was the one outside out room early this morning when I woke up. It didn’t matter, seeing this deity in the flesh was better than anyone I could have imagined. As he passed, within just a couple of feet of our chosen spot, he stopped, and took a series of deep breaths and stretched his muscled arms over his head. His body was amazing, matched only by the beauty of his face. His gentle tugs on his still swelling cock didn’t register as the absent-minded action he must have hoped. Uncle Cliff’s smile confirmed this, and the man just gave him a shy wink, and then turned to give a VIP view of his backside. He bent over at the waist and grabbed his ankles, giving an insider’s view of his slightly hairy manhole. Clearly it had been trimmed, but I marveled and how natural it all looked. He stood back upright, turned towards us and did a couple more deep breathing exercises, turned a strolled off towards the rocks. “Fuck, “was all I could manage to say about what I had just witnessed. I thought the first two we had encountered would send me over the edge, but this man…wow. However, it was clear that his interest was in my hunky uncle. I was still sitting with my heels wedged into my butt cheeks and realized suddenly that I was at a prefect eye level with Uncle Cliff’s cock. Up close, it was truly another amazing creation. It’s sinew, its vascularity, it seemed all of Uncle Cliff’s blood had decided to convene in his cock. I licked my lips unconsciously, and to my dismay Uncle Cliff noticed. “Like what you see, huh, “Uncle Cliff said in a deep baritone voice. Clearly his throat had become dry from hunger and lust for the stud that passed by. But he wasn’t wrong, as I did like what I saw. But he was my uncle, my family. I was sure to go to hell by just the nature and detail of thoughts I’d had about him over the years. Yet here he was, naked and exposed, his rock-hard cock jutting straight out from his body. I tried to swallow, and realized I was as dry mouthed as my uncle. I wanted to respond, but no words would come. I rolled to my side and collapsed onto my back. Uncle Cliff just smiled, shook his head and asked when I was going to adhere to the dress code of the beach. “C’mon kid, what is there to be shy about, “Uncle Cliff asked. “You know what they say…when in Rome? Well, quite sure the same applies when in Greece too.” I looked up at my uncle, and then quickly looked away. Even though I had spent a great deal of time honing the hard-bodied physique I had built in the gym, I was still the same shy introvert I had been since childhood. How I longed to shed this persona, and try to become man, no the stud, I was sure dwelled within. It was hard for me, and Uncle Cliff had always known it. Over the years, he had always been a source of support and encouragement. I never felt pressured or forced with him. Yet here I sat on a nude gay beach, clearly standing at a crossroad paved previously by my uncle. I didn’t know how to feel about it… Uncle Cliff just sat down directly opposite from where I sat on the sand, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his huge schlong jutting out from his crotch. His proximity left me few places to avert my eyes, so I just looked into his sweet reassuring eyes. “Look kid, there is no timeline when we come into our own. “he began. “Ever since you were a little boy, I knew there was something special in you. I could see it.” I once again began to blush. His kind words were making me melt, and I didn’t want that to happen. We had to have boundaries. Expressions of love, beyond the familial kind, were a society no-no. In this moment, I wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying was relatable to the lust-filled thoughts I was having at that moment. I saw his lips moving, but the bulk of his words escaped my comprehension. All I could think of was the cock pointing skyward just inches from where I lay on the sand. “I brought you here, because I thought you would enjoy it, “he continued, “and I meant it when I said I had never brought anyone else here before you. And I meant it. Sure, I’ve been here lots, and let me tell you, it can be intoxicating to say the least. Yet, when it’s all said and done, the reality is that this…all this isn’t real. Still, this was the place I finally took stock of the man I was, and the man I wanted to be. It was here, in this spectacular place that I found my real, true, and authentic Cliff. And I brought you here hoping that the magic of this place would be able to do the same for you.” Through the tears that had begun to well up in my eyes, I saw a look of sincerity on my uncle’s face I hadn’t seen before. It made him even more beautiful, and me to feel more special, that either of us had ever been before. The emotions welling up in me took my ability to speak this time. All I could manage to say was a soft, raspy “thank you Uncle Cliff.” He smiled and once again tussled my hair. He then stood up, grabbed the bottle of jube from the sand leaving the dildo to fall over like a drunken sailor. From his bag he pulled a small hand towel and looked to be heading off towards the rocks. Suddenly he turned back towards me. I could tell he was choosing his words carefully before he spoke. “I found myself here in this place as I said. What I didn’t say was how big part a part I discovered in a cave just over there among those rocks. Each time since the first I come back here to get…realigned I guess you might say. I don’t want you to think your old uncle is a sex fiend or anything…” His words trailed off... “That stud that walked by a bit ago, I think he might be just the thing to help my ‘relignment.’ But I don’t want to leave you alone if you aren’t comfortable. Just say the word, and I will stay right here” I managed a chuckle, and Uncle Cliff softened his stern expression. “I’m gonna be fine uncle, “I said. “More important are you gonna be okay…yourself?” I returned the devilish grin Uncle Cliff had given me so often. He replied, smiling his trademark smile right back at me. “Worry not nephew, “he said over his shoulder as he headed off. “I hope to not be ‘by myself’ for very long.” I imagined he was winking at me again as he walked away. I also hoped he would have details he would be willing to share when he returned, which was making my shorts tent once again.

Nothing like a Cruel Condom to rip a hole up for Poz loads

I hope to be part of a massive pig out, pig party at the local bathhouses here. I love staying and playing for an all-nighter on a Friday/Saturday night.

I am thinking with covid and way some act on apps and websites that a wonder anyone meets at all. I gotten tired of some right away ask for pictures. They don't even try to have a conversation. I am more inclined to share a few pictures if chat a bit , where learn age, what looking for, etc. If just want pictures at least be clear in what looking for. For example if just want cock picture then say so. Very annoying of one that thought was more interested, when as soon as got picture wanted left and gone from messages. Then I think of how can use my picture to pretend to be me, for I don't know if one has size insecurities and want to meet someone under misleading pictures. I think be obvious if one misleads in say in 8 inches when maybe under 6 inches. Or I guess one use a sex toy of same size, but I think one know difference between real and silicon. I don't get with some, can't they go look at porn. Or is the mentality of only be with guys 9, or just 10 inches long or longer. Oh and let's not forget some like girth. Never mind if one is packing a peanut butter jar size girth that be a challenge to bottom or suck. I starting to think the whole thing is as if one go to a grocery store of produce section, see a cucumber, banana, etc. and think this size is nice, but then see a larger size, then one larger. The point is I think some are missing what could have now if say one is 6 inches and can host now. Instead wait for 7 inches, no wait 8 inches and so on. Then not get any meetings, even try to return to some chatted with earlier and likely no longer interested. While I get some lose messages, I do find extra annoying one asking for pictures for third time from same person. I can see first or second time but third or more time asking for pictures, I am not likely to be inclined to for just figure a picture collector. I am no longer going to just share pictures, unless have a conversation. Otherwise figure just wasting time. I have just a couple of pictures. I don't want to be picture mobbed where seem one send to me half a dozen to what can seem a dozen pictures or more. Then if share pictures think just a couple. Anymore, and feel should meet in person if want to see more. Lol. Maybe some meeting apps should be renamed amateur for many requests for photos. I am thinking maybe when COVID-19 more vaccines given that go to adult bookstore where people not wanting endless pictures, with exception of watch films.

I been filmed giving head . Didn't know it until he showed me. I thought it was hot. Nervous at first, but I didn't care after.

Oh Yes ! Party time - my Uncle and my Cousin - his son - spent 2 weeks , with them , summer times !

On Sunday I was really horny for cock, and found a Grindr hookup, went to the hotel knowing I was going to get his load, when I got to there and knocked on the door he opened the door and pulled me in quickly, told me to strip and lay face down, suddenly the bathroom door opened and 4 other guys came out naked and pushed me down as the took turns destroying my hole, they fisted me, fucked me and loaded me up and pissed all over me, and throw me out of the hotel naked, I had to make a mad dash to the car, my hole used and abused, was pretty pissed off to begin with, but now I want to have it happened to again, My hole is still sore but wow did they go through me.

10. Doctor's Orders "Oh HELL," Shay grunted again. His cock spurted several more times, spraying his precious, masculine load inside of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the new guy stroking his dick with one hand, and playing with his nipple in another. There was something across his chest, but I was too high to figure it out. The stranger was staring at me. He was enjoying the scene, and it was turning him on. But it wasn't a lustful, desiring stare. It was something darker, more controlling. He had seen what he wanted, and he was going to get it. There was nothing I could do that would change that. He was going to fuck me. "Give him what he needs?" "He's got my vote," Shay said. From a pocket, he produced a black marker. He scribbled something on my chest, under where the other men had put their initials. I tried to read it, but between my position, the drugs, and the upside-down writing, I could only make out an S. "And my load," he said, as his dick twitched one last time in me. "He's fucking dripping sperm tonight," the stranger said. "Best way for a boy like him," Shay said. He smiled at me, before slowly pulling his dick out of me. "Gotta make sure every drop stays inside you. Get you pregnant, huh?" The two men laughed. "It's not quite pregnancy," the other man said. He had stepped all the way into the pool of light. He was in his mid-thirties, his hair thinning a bit, and there were a few flecks of grey in it as well. But it only made him look more mature and masculine. That was helped by his erect cock. It was about the same size as Shay's, or maybe a bit smaller. But a bit smaller than Shay was still a big dick. In the light, I could see his costume more clearly. Around his neck hung a lanyard with an ID badge and a stethoscope. He had pushed down a pair of faded green scrubs; they were taut around his hairy, muscular thighs. He was a horny, hung doctor. Although I craved a thick cock deep-dicking me, I knew my limits. A more reasonable cock would still scratch that persistent itch, and let me recover a bit. "Jesse," he said. "You must be Kenta," he said. He pushed his scrubs all the way down, exposing a red biohazard tattoo on his thigh. Above the biohazard, he also had the now-familiar three repeated sixes, in dark Fraktur letters. "Yeah," I replied. He knelt down on the couch, right between my legs. "Jon's been telling everyone how good your ass feels. He asked me to give a professional opinion." "You? Are you a real doctor?" "Here?" he said. "Or in real life? Not that it matters, really." "No, I guess it doesn't." "Now. You've been fucked by a few men already?" I nodded. "Good, he continued. "All raw?" I nodded again. "Good. Cum in you?" Once more, I nodded in agreement. "That's all very good to hear. Now, I want to try it out." I spread my legs slightly, opening up for him. It had hardly been a minute since Shay had pulled out, and I was already hungry. I had never been this horny, and I loved it. The freedom of prep was liberating, and the drugs only made it so much better. "Please," I moaned. I reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks. I pulled them apart, exposing my hole to him. "Fuck me." "All those loads you took. Now, are you going to take mine?" "Please, Jesse," I grunted. "Fuck me." More than just his cock, I needed his seed. "Give me your load. Breed me." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please." "When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?" Jesse said. He had a trace of a Southern drawl. It only made me want him more. My brain suddenly fixated on the idea of a Southern daddy doctor dick in Asian twink hole. I wanted him to act it out on me. Even as I was fantasizing, he pushed his cock into me. I was already very well lubricated and opened up, so it was easy to accommodate his dick. "Goddamn," he muttered. "That's a well-fucked hole. Bet you can take the whole thing?" "Give it to me," I moaned. His cock was barely a third of the way in my hole. I felt it slide past my finger tips. His cock was like steel; Shay's dick had been big, but it was like dense, springy rubber. This cock was solid, like a stone shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted. Even though it was smaller, the stiffness made it harder to take. "Give me a second," I managed to say. His cock slowed down, but did not stop. It was an inexorable force, and there was nothing I could do. Any hope I had of this being a recovery fuck vanished. "Your hole is so hot," Jesse said. "But I know you can do it." He smiled at me, and another inch of cock disappeared into me. "Just relax. Find the pleasure. Here is help." He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. The warmth of the poppers filled my nose and lungs. "Please," I started, but my words were interrupted by another hit from the brown bottle. "Just a little more," he said. "Doctor's orders," he continued. "I know it is a bit uncomfortable, but you're going to be thankful. "What feels good?" "Please," I grunted again. I asked him to stop. "Give me your cock," I said. I couldn't take another second. "Fuck me hard." I couldn't believe what I was saying. "That's it," he said. "You've done a lot of drugs. They are going to cloud your judgement. So it's expected." I was struggling to maintain my composure. His cock was pushing me over the edge, and I wanted to break down and cry. Yet, the poppers were still fucking me over. "Fuck me harder," I said. I didn't want that. I wanted him out of me, and I wanted to be home and safe. "Of course," he said. "As hard as you want. You know what you like." He stabbed his cock into me, pushing the entire length into me. Time slowed down, and I could fully comprehend each painful millimeter forcing its way into me. "This feels really good," he said, as my asshole burned in agony. "Hell yeah," I spoke. I couldn't understand why I just didn't say what I wanted. I tired again. "Fuck me. I need it." It wasn't what I wanted to say, and what I was saying was going to be agonizing. "I see it," he said. "That was what Jon and I were worried about. When you get high," he started. I nodded. I wanted to know why I couldn't say what I needed. I didn't dare speak; it was only going to make things worse. "Fuck me hard and breed your load into me," I said, against my mind's every effort to stay silent. "Yeah. That." Jesse smiled, and his dick pistoned in and out of me. "When you're high, your body takes over." He pushed his dick back into me. "It's fucking hot. Just let it happen. Your body knows what it needs. You're going to love it." "Please," I moaned. "It's intense." "I know it is," he said. "But this feels so fucking good. Your cum-filled hole wrapped around my hard cock." "Fuck me," I moaned. It was going to be an intense fuck. Even though I knew this was a dick too much for now, I kept on begging him. "Pound my hole." "As you wish," Jesse said. He pulled out, then pushed in again, and then kept on repeating it. My ass was burning, and each stroke only made it worse. "You're going to be tender and sore in the morning. But it will be worth it." "Please. Cum in me." "Is that what you want?" he asked. "Your hole dripping with random guy's sperm?" "Just breed me." I was going a bit crazy. He was teasing me with his dick, stretching me and opening me up, and edging himself closer. But I wanted his cum. He was hot and healthy, and it didn't matter that we were fucking raw. "Cum in me." "That's what I like to hear. Not too much for you, is it?" He slammed his dick in, almost daring me to say it was. I tried to grunt and tell him how I needed a break. I wanted a break. But I said just the opposite. "Don't stop. Fuck me until you cum." "That's the right attitude," Jesse said. He kept on fucking me. I looked up, and standing next to me was another man, watching the two of us fuck. "It's gonna help you a lot tonight." He was naked except for a leather harness across his chest, a pair of leather gloves, and black leather boots. He was hairy all over, and out of a dense mound of pubes, a thick, hard cock emerged. There was a bit of grey in his beard, but he looked amazing. He had a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, all in black and white; it was hard to see all of them, but I saw a skeleton on his bicep, and a snake wrapped around his arm several times. However, rather than the biohazard tattoo above his dick that the other men had, he had an inverted pentagram. "Come on," the new man said. "Give the rest of us a chance on that hole." He stepped a bit closer, and I saw that the intricate pattern in the middle of the pentagram was a biohazard symbol. "Jon can't stop talking about that prepped-up ass." "I'm giving it my vote," Jesse said. He pushed his dick into me. "You want it?" he asked me. "Please," I moaned. He would cum in me, and pull out. Then I could get a short break before I got to continue the night. "Cum in me." "Give him what he wants," the stranger said. "What he needs," Jesse grunted, pushing his dick deep into me. He didn't pre-cum as much as some of the other men. Although the other men had left me well-lubed, Jesse had been working it into my hole, and his strokes were getting rougher. "Fuck this hole good." "Bareback and breed that hole," the stranger said. "Give him the gift." "Hell yeah," Jesse grunted. He was starting to pound my hole faster, and he was breathing harder. Deep in my hole, his dick was stiffening; he was getting very close to cumming. "Breed this boy's hole," he repeated. "Please," I moaned. "Cum in me." I couldn't think about anything other than Jesse's cock injecting his load deep in my hole. "Give it to me." "FUCK YEAH," Jesse said, slamming his cock into me. He held it, and I felt the familiar warmth of cum filling me up. I barely knew Jesse, yet I was more than happy to let him fuck me raw and cum in me. There was another pulse down the length of his cock, and more of his sperm landed in my guts. "TAKE IT," he grunted. "That's it. Fill him up," the stranger said. He was jerking his cock now, watching the two of us fuck. "Get him ready for me." "Hell yeah," Jesse said. He was pumping my ass now, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, coating it with his sperm. "Take every fucking drop of it," he continued. "Please. All of it," I said. My head was spinning, and it was hard to even keep track of where I was. But this was what I needed. I turned my attention to the stranger. "You're going to fuck me, right?" "Of course I am. Give you a good fucking, and then a very special load." "He's got a fat dick, doesn't he?" Jesse asked. The stranger's dick was a bit shorter than Jesse's, but it was a thick shaft, topped with a big mushroom head. "You're going to love it," he said. It was going to be an intense ride. "Please," I said. "I want it." "I'm sure you do," the stranger said. "You done there?" he asked Jesse. "Or do you have more to do?" "Almost done," Jesse said. He turned his attention. "Great ass. Now. Doctor's orders." I nodded, waiting to hear what he was going to tell me to do. "Take a lot of loads. I'll see about getting you some more G. It will make it easier." He pulled his cock out of my hole. I squeezed my ass, trying not to let any of the semen drip out. "Your turn," Jesse said to the other man, as he stood up. His dick was shiny from my ass. It felt so depraved, to know that one man had just fucked me, and there was a total stranger ready to take his place. "You're going to take his load, right?" Jesse asked me. "Promise," I said. I turned to the stranger. "You're going to give me your load?" "Promise," he said, as he knelt down between my legs. He rubbed his dickhead up against my ass hole. "Damn. Jesse said you were wet. But I didn't believe him. It's like fucking a pussy." "It's your hole to fuck," I said. "I know it is. And you're going to take all of it."

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.

I was 15 with a mate sucking him while at camp when he was curious

Was that a positive, neutral, negative or mixed experienced for you? Or something else entirely?

Chapter 5 - The Hook Up Brian had never shivered like this before. Sure, growing up in a skinny kid in New England, he was used to feeling cold in the winter. But it wasn’t the cold making his teeth chatter as he drove his crappy old Grand Cherokee down a perfectly normal suburban side street at 1am. He was nervous. Probably excited too, but mostly nervous. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get fucked, especially by Adam, the hot older poz guy he met in a chat room. But nonetheless, he brought his Jeep to a stop outside the address Adam had sent, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He hesitated a bit as he moved to get out of the car. He could literally feel his body shaking. “I don’t know if I should do this” ran through his head on repeat. He knew he wanted to, but he had always been a straight-laced kid who never got in to trouble. This, this was trouble. He wasn’t used to being in this situation. But tonight, he was horny out of his mind and still a little bit depressed by his bad day, so he slid out the drivers seat, locked the car, and walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and his heart stopped. He felt like he wanted to run away, but he didn’t. Soon enough, the door opened to a smiling Adam, grinning ear to ear as he took in this tight little twink standing on his front porch. “Hi Brian” he said cheerfully. Brian froze for a second, and his voice cracked a bit as he replied “Hi, Adam?”. Adam laughed and said “yeah, that’s me, ready to come inside?”. Without saying anything else, Brian walked through the treshold in to Adam’s living room. There was nothing abnormal about Adam’s house. It was just about the most typical suburban living room and kitchen he’d seen in a while, everything was neat and tidy, nothing out of place. All the lights were on, the TV was muted but he could see it was tuned to Colbert, and there was a bottle of Absolut adorning the kitchen island along with two glasses. Brian didn’t know where to go. Was he supposed to sit down or wait to be instructed? Adam closed the door and could tell how nervous Brian was, and it made the scene even more exciting for him. Adam had had men over plenty of times, and even a few younger guys, but never anyone like Brian. He’d never had a virgin, a high schooler, or anyone so slim and sexy before. He was a leg guy, and he marveled at Brian’s calfs as he walked past, not so skinny they could be mistaken for table legs, but rather thin and defined, showing his muscles working with every step. The back of his shirt pierced by shoulder blades as he stood upright in a way that either muscle or fat wouldn’t have allowed. His brown hair flipping out over his ears. His cross country-built ass nicely filling out his shorts, just big enough to stop him from being mistaken for a lamp post. Adam knew he was still at risk of scaring Brian away, so he decided to get right to making the young twink feel sexy and comfortable. He walked up behing him and placed his hands on Brian’s upper arms, giving him a little squeeze, leaning his body in close but not touching, and whispering in his ear “You are beautiful”. With that Brian’s cock jumped and his heart fluttered. He was being touched by a gay man and told he was beautiful, and it made him feel amazing. He lifted his right hand up and placed it on Adam’s, still grasping his bicep, and turned his head to the side and replied “I’m so ready for this”. Adam took Brian’s hand and brought him over to the couch, pulling him down with him as he fell into sitting position. He put his knee up on the couch and turned to look at the young man next to him “Thanks for coming Brian, I wasn’t sure you would.” “I wasn’t sure I would either. I still can’t believe I’m here. God, I’m sorry, I must seem like a…” “Stop it, you’re nervous, that’s okay, but you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want this.” With that, he leaned in and put his hands on either side of Brian’s face, his thumbs stroking Brian’s thin cheeks, and pulled him in to a kiss. Brian was stunned still. This was his first kiss, and it was a 52 year old man, not a teenage girl. He closed his eyes and instinctively kissed back. He wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but Adam wasn’t correcting him, and soon enough the two of them were making out passionately on the couch. Adam pulled back and looked into Brian’seyes with a look that was saying unmistakably “how’d you like that?” Brian said quietly “that was amazing”. “Are you ready?”, Adam replied, and Brian shook his head as his eyes widened and a smile started to finally make it’s way across his face, his nerves quickly being turned into excitement and lust. Adam swooped one arm under Brian’s upper legs and put the other around his back and scooped him up off the couch. This wasn’t hard, as Adam probably had 80 pounds on him, and way more muscle. Brian’s eyes remained wide open but he didn’t say a word as Adam carried him out of the living room, down the hall, and into his bedroom. He sat Brian down on the side of bed and bent down at the knees, beginning to feel the boy up. He raised one hand, sliding it under Brian’s shirt and felt his soft, smooth stomach and chest, and with the other wrapped his hand around Brian’s calf, feeling his strong legs and working his way up under his shorts. He could only find a rare trace of fat on this boy, and while his muscles were small, they were hard and noticeable. Adam’s cock quickly swelled in his pants as he was getting turned on by Brian’s youth and still growing body, not to mention his innocence. Adam stood up as Brian reclined back on the bed, arms up, enjoying being felt all over. He felt like he was being worshipped; nobody had ever touched him like this before. Adam took his shirt and started pulling up, and Brian put his arms up and allowed himself to be undressed. With his shirt off, Adam got a good look at Brian’s thin pale white body and let out an instinctual “mmm”, which made Brian smile. Next, Adam unbuckled Brian’s belt and undid the clasp of his shorts. As he started pulling down the zipper, he could make out the outline of the teenager’s cock swelling underneath, and he couldn’t wait to see it for himself. He curled his fingers under the waistband of Brian’s shorts and boxers and pulled them down, releasing Brian’s swelling 7.5in cock, just as he had promised. It was still getting hard, but Adam could see it growing before him. Brian shuttered noticeably as Adam picked up his cock from where it had come to rest on his upper leg and held it in his hand for a moment, giving it the slightest jerk. Brian had never felt anyone touch his cock before, and it was blowing his mind. He was sure the rest of the night was going to be fucking amazing. Without warning, Adam’s mouth was on Brian’s cock. Brian threw his head back and moaned as his dick experienced it’s first blowjob. The sucking didn’t last for too long, as Adam was restless to get to the main event, but he had succeeded in calming Brian down and driving his lust through the roof. There was no turning back for the eighteen year old now. He had let Adam blow him, and he wasn’t going to leave without getting fucked. Adam stood up and picked up Brian’s legs, removing his socks and sneakers, and sliding his shorts and boxers down and off. He stood back and marveled at the naked twink sitting on the edge of his bed. “Damn, you are sexy boy.” Brian beamed at the compliment, and instinctively grabbed his cock and started jerking a bit, getting off on being adored. “Alright, your turn”, Adam ordered. Brian didn’t need more explanation than that. He got off the bed and dropped to his knees, unzipped Adam’s jeans, and took the man’s cock in his hand, feeling just the second dick of his life. He paused a moment as he stared at the beauty of it and held it in his hand. Adam ran his hands through Brian’s hair and gently guided the boy’s mouth towards his cock, and that was enough of a push to get Brian to open his mouth and take it in. He wasn’t a great cocksucker yet, as Adam had expected, but something about the inexperienced sucking he was getting served to turn him on even more. He peeled his shirt off as his cock grew rock hard in Brian’s mouth, and as Brian went to pull off when it grew larger than he thought he could handle, Adam pushed his head back on to his tool, causing Brian to cough and gag. Some guys would have thrown a fit, but when Brian just went back to work, he was inadvertently letting Adam know how much he could push him. Adam reached down and pulled Brian up by his armpits, put his arms around him, grabbing his bony back and perky ass, and pulling him in for a kiss. He felt the small teen all over his back, arms, feeling his hair, and moving around to feel up his smooth stomach and chest once more. As their mouths parted, Adam directed Brian “Alright, get in bed bud”. He swiftly removed what was left of his clothes as Brian hopped up on the bed and asked “uh, how?”. “Just lay down on your back baby.” Brian sprawled out on the queen bed, head on Adam’s pillows like he could be going to sleep, his hard cock standing at attention. Adam crawled in to bed and on top of Brian. “Are you ready?” “God, yes” “Tell me what you want” “Fuck me. Take my virginity. Please!” “And…” “…I want your poz dick Adam” “That’s right boy, it’s time.” Adam grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand and lathered some on his cock before picking up Brian’s legs, placing them on his shoulders, and exposing his hole. Rubbing the lube in to Brian’s smooth ass made him shudder again, feeling that this was really it. Now, a lot of guys would have fingered the virgin hole, or ate it out, but Brian hadn’t asked him to, so Adam decided that he was going to skip all of that. It might hurt more, but he knew he had him, and he knew that making it hurt would only help Brian receive his virginity gift. After finishing up with the lube, Adam let Brian’s legs off his shoulders and scooted up close to the boy’s ass. Brian wrapped his legs around Adam’s body and stared at him, heart pounding, puppy dog eyes glistening, waiting. Adam lined up his cockhead with Brian’s hole and asked “Are you ready Brian?” “Fuck me” Brian wiggled his ass a bit, and Adam didn’t need any more invitation. He pushed his hard 8 inch cock against Brian’s never-before-opened hole, which put up a good fight, but Adam just kept up his slow but steady thrust and began to open Brian up. He gave it some force and broke open Brian’s hole, sliding his cockhead in as Brian almost screamed in a mix of pain and ecstasy. That didn’t dissuade Adam at all, as he continued to push in, opening up Brian’s hole by force as he got his cock deeper in deeper inside the eighteen year old’s body. “It hurts” Brian whimpered. Adam didn’t offer to stop, only letting the boy know that “I know, but it’ll feel good once you get used to it.” Adam kept pushing in until he had fully popped Brian’s cherry and eventually had his full 8 inches inside the virgin hole, as tight as anything his cock had ever been in. He stayed still for a moment, giving the twink a quick chance to catch his breath and for his ass to adjust to his cock. Brian’s whole body felt strained as he grasped the bedsheets and prayed for it to start feeling good. But despite the pain, he had never been more turned on, and more proud of himself. He was doing it, he was using his body, he was getting fucked. It hurt, but he was so into it he didn’t care. Then, he felt Adam begin to slide his cock back out, almost all the way, before he quickly thrust back in balls deep. Brian yelped and cried out as the real fucking began. Adam wasted no time transitioning into pounding this boy hard, sliding out and slamming back in, slowly at first before picking up the pace considerably. Slowly but surely, Brian’s pain began to subside a bit, allowing him a mix of pleasure and pressure that drove him wild. He grabbed his cock and began jerking hurriedly, before Adam grabbed his arm and pinned it to the bed beside him. “Wouldn’t want you blowing that load yet boy”. Adam shifted around as he continued to destroy his ass. He held Brian from underneath, then placed one arm on his abdoment, which hurt him but he didn’t say anything, and later even placed his hands around the boy’s thin neck at one point. Adam was really getting into it and the forces of his thrusts sent his headboard slamming in to the wall. Brian was thankful he was at Adam’s house, cause he felt like the whole neighborhood could probably hear what was happening in that bedroom. Brian couldn’t believe Adam lasted so long, as he knew he probably would have cum almost instantly. But Adam was relentless pounding his twink ass for what seemed like hours, and he was loving it. Eventually Adam slowed down a bit and bent down to kiss Brian and bring their bodies closer together as he continued to fuck him. Then, broke away and looked down at the 18 year old bottom in his bed with a big grin, and said “There’s something I didn’t mention… I’m not on meds.” Brian wasn’t 100% sure what that meant, but he froze for a second in between grunts nontheless. “You were right when you said it would be unlikely that you’d get charged if I were on meds, but I’m not, and my load is going to be toxic as all hell. And given how much I’ve torn up your ass, you’re going to leave here a little poz boy” “What, no!!!” Brian reacted on instinct and tried pushing Adam off of him, but it was no use. “Haha, you think I would’ve told you that if I was going to let you stop now?” “Please, don’t cum in me.” “I thought you wanted my poz cum.” “I did but you fucking didn’t tell me I’d catch it you fucker!” “Come on boy, you know you want it”. Adam didn’t stop pounding Brian’s ass through all of this, even starting to slam harder again. Brian felt like he was about to cry in anger and confusion, and it took everything he had to stop himself. He tried squirming away, pushing Adam off, but nothing was going to work, and he knew it. He was going to be taking Adam’s toxic seed whether he liked it or not. “That’s right Brian, I’m going to poz you. I’ve been wrecking your tight virgin hole with my big cock and as soon as I blow my load my toxic cum is going to fill you up and get in your blood stream, and then, well you know what happens then.” “FUCK YOU!!”, Brian cried. “Maybe later boy” Adam chuckled, “come on, you know you want my poz cum. Tell me you want it baby. Tell me you want me to poz you. I know you do. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. Tell me Brian!” Brian hesitated, looking Adam in the eyes with scorn for a moment before relenting and exhaling “Poz me.” “YESS thats what I want to hear” Adam’s thrusting hit its peak as he felt his power trip escalating. Brian couldn’t deny it any more- he was scared, but he was so turned on. He wasn’t even mad at Adam in that moment. He was right, he had put himself in this position and he had read enough storied about just this and blew giant loads to all of them. On some level, he wanted this, and he decided in a split second to let that desire drive him. “Fine fucking do it fucking poz me” Brian whimpered, “just fucking destroy my ass and make me a dirty 18 year old poz whore, fucking do it!” That was enough to push Adam over the edge. He was ready to change this boy forever. He propped himself up with his left arm and wrapped his right arm around Brian’s upper body, pulling him in closer, looking him in the eye as he said “here it comes!”. With that, Brian could feel Adam’s body shudder this time as he exploded his pent up load of toxic cum in the high schooler’s no longer virgin ass. Brian could feel the ropes of cum bursting in to him as Adam growled, his entire body pushing against Brian’s lean frame to get his cum as deep in the boy’s hole as possible. Brian grabbed his cock and barely needed to jerk it twice before he exploded his own load all over himself. Adam collapsed on top of Brian, feeling his cum in between them. He held his cock inside his hole, not wanting any to leak out before it had to. Brian lay motionless, processing what had just happened to him. After a few moments of silence, Brian wrapped his arms and legs around Adam, pulling himself back on to his cock as much as possible, and whispered into Adam’s ear “thank you.”

I'm looking for toxic guys in Germany (or those who could travel) to invite me into the poz brotherhood. Are there any toxic guys around who'd like to poz and teach me? I'm pretty open minded and would love to serve a toxic dom top. I would happily be your slut for longer so you can see how your virus converts me and takes over my body. You could also teach me how to spread the gift.

Met this kid in a bar, it was a gay bar that lots of young college guys stumble into and quickly realize it was all guys and leave. The boy was 5'11 blonde with blue eyes and he looked nervous as all get out. He drank his coke and as I watched a couple older guys chat him up and he smiled and talked but each moved on after a short time. I ordered use both a drink, him rum and coke a double and a single for me. I offered him a drink and told him he seemed nervous but this would help. He drank it down and I ordered another for him and soon he was feeling drink and happy and a bit more free. I asked him what he wanted and he said you, I want to be with you. I leaned in and kissed him and then escorted him out to my car and I drove him to a spot I have fucked guys before. It was in an old warehouse district that had lots of abandoned buildings. I stopped and leaned in and kissed him and then un-buckled my pants and pulled out my thick dick and pressed his head down on it. He sucked away and after a five minutes I told him to get out of the car. He looked at me oddly but when I hopped out he did too. I told him to drop his pants and he did but left his under ware on and I pushed him down to suck my dick and leaned down and pushed his his jockey briefs down and started to finger his hole. He moaned and then I told him to stand up and turn around and as he did I bent him over the car and eat his hole. He moaned loudly and once he was wet and opened I stood up and pressed my leaking dick against his hole and he said wait. should we use a condom? I asked him if he had one, he said no. Your clean right? I gave him some poppers and told him to inhale and after two hits each nostril I spit on my dick and pressed it into his wet juicy hole and fucked him till I shot inside him. He was moaning like a bitch and I pulled out and told him I thought I saw someone and we should go. He pulled up his pants and got in the car and I asked for his number. “I want to see you again.” I handed him a pen, and he wrote it down and I dropped him off. He told me he was available next weekend and I said good and pulled off. I put his number in my glove box and knew I had a sure thing next weekend if I needed some more ass. I love fucking guys and not letting them cum and they leave with my nut inside them.

I happily took his cock down my throat again, and now being somewhat distracted my hole loosened up even quicker for Chuck. I gasped around his cock when I felt his tongue slid easily into my hole and then back out again only to be quickly replaced by a spit lubed finger. As I chocked down his cock Chuck worked a single tick finger into my tight hole, his tongue working around it adding more lube, persuading my hole to open wider still for him. I was groaning more and more as Chuck worked my hole loose and as he began to press a second finger against my spit slicked pucker he let his cock slip from my mouth and spring forward so that his balls were resting just above my face. Normally I would have gobbled up his balls happily but I was lost in the ecstasy of the invading fingers and roaming tongue, my eyes were shut and my mouth hung open as I panted and grunted. Suddenly I could hear voices down the hall and I wondered for a moment why I could hear them so clearly before I remembered that we had never closed the door to the apartment. In a moment of self-consciousness I tried to muffle my groans but Chuck seemed unconcerned and continued to noisily work my hole with his fingers and tongue. The pressure on my hole increased as Chuck pressed another spit slicked finger against my hole, steadily working it in along side the two he was already twisting around in my hole. Despite my tying to keep it down so as not to be over heard in by whoever was in the hallway I let out a loud gasp and then grunted with a form of pleasure I had never imagined before as his finger suddenly popped inside of me. Chuck chuckled slightly at my ecstatic moaning and began to twist his fingers in and out of my hole spreading them apart as he did so. I had never imagined that this was the joy that the boys I had been fucking were feeling as I had invaded their holes. If it always felt this good I was likely to never top again. “You ready for some cock boy?” Chuck asked, thrusting his fingers knuckle deep into my hole. “Yes, please fuck me with your big cock,” I moaned, feeling my ass twitch around his thick digits. “Oh no boy, you’re not ready for my cock, and besides my cock comes with a little something extra. I want your hole to last a good long while so let's start you off with something a little easier to deal with - like Johnny.” I was confused for a long moment before I heard clothes being shucked and someone moving towards where Chuck had me pinned with my ass in the air on the floor. I could see nothing but Chuck's broad, round, meaty, hair covered ass cheeks and his dark fur rimmed pucker, but I sensed someone else close to my ass as Chuck withdrew his fingers from my hole. Chuck then held my ass open with both hands, and I distinctly remember my hole felt disturbingly empty and open to the air as I waited for god knows what to happen. Then I felt it: the warm tender firmness of a hard cock head pressing against my well slicked and primed hole. My brain screamed with panic. A guy who I couldn’t even see was sliding his cock into my hole, bare I guessed, and I was powerless to do anything about it as I was being held down by the massive Adonis who had seduced me. Just as I started to thrash around in an attempt to break free, the invading cock brushed against my prostate. It seemed as if an electric shock had passed through my entire body. I froze, all the fight gone out of me. All I wanted was for it to happen again. The guy, who’s name I guess was Johnny from what Chuck had said, obliged me without even having been asked. He slid his cock back so that just the head was inside me hole and then plunged down again this time brushing more forcefully against my prostate. I let out the same sort of guttural moan I had when Chuck’s third finger had popped into my hole and I pushed back on the stranger's invading cock, endeavoring to press him against that tender spot again. Johnny was certainly an experienced top. With each stroke his cock head pushed more and more forcefully into my prostate. My groans quickly turned to a constant stream of moans and before long I was muttering “Fuck me, please fuck my ass.” I had transformed into a total bottom and I still could not see who was fucking me. Chuck still squatted over me holding my legs apart as Johnny fucked me. Every once in a while Chuck would mutter encouragement to Johnny telling him to "Use his ass good,” and "Get him ready for a long night of fucking.” I could feel Johnny picking up speed, his thrusts becoming deeper and more erratic. I knew what was coming: he was getting close. I had felt those signs enough times myself, the tingling in the balls as they slowly tightened up closer to one’s body, the waves of pleasure that crashed over one’s cock head and radiated throughout the rest of ones body making it difficult to control the thrusting, all leading up to that moment when… he slammed his cock into me harder then he had done yet and balls deep in my hole began to unload his balls. “Lube him up good,” Chuck encouraged as Johnny panted and his body shook with the force of his orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my ass, and his warm sticky load filling up my innards answered my question about condoms. He was breeding me. It must have been quite some time sense Johnny had last gotten off judging by the size of the load he dumped in my hole; or, perhaps I was simply over whelmed at the sensation of being bred for the first time. Whichever the reason was it took what seemed a full two minutes before Johnny withdrew his cock from my now squishy hole. “Nice job Johnny,” said Chuck siding a finger into my hole with ease, “got him really lubed up here for the rest of us.” He withdrew the finger, “You wanna see who just bred your hole so expertly boy?” “Yes please,” I said breathlessly. Slowly Chuck let my legs down and then stood up himself swinging his legs over me till he stood next to where I now lay on the floor. There in the doorway stood a guy, completely naked, probably not more then a year older then me, with a slightly on the thin side but certainly long dick, smiling sheepishly at me. He had a strong muscular frame, large pink nipples that stood out from his pale skin, short-cropped blond hair and a boyishly handsome face. “Johnny here lives next door and is the bottom bitch for Chad who’s the super there. He doesn’t get to top very often and we thought lubing you up for some man cock would be a nice treat for him. Chad likes his boys little more hairless then I do but he’s still a sexy fucker,” Chuck walked over to Johnny and tweaked one of his protruding nipples, Johnny jumped a little but smiled. “You know this kid is also an brilliant cock sucker, why don’t you let him clean your cock off Johnny while we see if we can’t work one of these thick man cocks we have waiting into the hole you so kindly lubed up for us.” It was only then that I noticed the three other men standing just beyond the doorway. I only got a momentarily glimpse of them before Johnny was sitting on my chest feeding his cock down my accommodating throat, but from what I could see they were all naked, all tall and powerful looking, ranging in ages for late twenties to earlier forties, and all had massive veiny cocks that made my mouth water and my hole twitch.