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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.

Not in the slightest. I'm not here to tell anyone else what they should/shouldn't feel (unlike the hundreds of threads that start with bullshit like "Should a cumdump bottom always...." or "Should getting pozzed be the ultimate goal of...." - as though any of these mother fuckers have the slightest say, whatsoever, about what anyone else should or shouldn't do in their private lives). That said, I spent WAYYYYYY too long in my younger years learning to respect myself as an individual, the good and the bad, strengths and flaws alike. I'm a damned good bottom and frankly, if anything, I think some guys who only top and refuse to bottom are "lesser" than me - because I can do things they can't bring themselves to do. Separately, as I've written elsewhere: it's well documented that there's a broad strand of misogyny in the gay male community. I think it's bound up with this whole notion of bottoms as "sissy bois" with clits instead of dicks and pussies instead of holes. People who utilize that language often are belittling bottoms and doing so by choosing words that reflect female anatomy - which screams pretty loudly about thinking women's genitalia (and thus women in general) are lesser beings. Now - I realize each of us has a unique sexuality and it's not for me to tell you how you should do it. But man, I feel sorry for you people who feel shame doing what is a very natural act, instead of taking joy in doing this very natural act to the best of your ability. I can't imagine living my life thinking I'm lower than anyone else.

This "bothsidesism" is the stupidest take on politics I've seen and I've been a diligent observer of the political process for 40+ years. Of course both sides have politicians who lie. That isn't the fucking point. Anyone who thinks there is any political figure who has the perfect nature attributed to JFC is, well, naive as can be and probably shouldn't be allowed to go out in public without an escort. What matters is which party's candidates come closer to what you believe in, among the *actually electable* candidates on the ballot for a given race. Anyone who votes for someone other than the candidate who comes closer to his views isn't voting; he's doing political masturbation disguised as performance art.

Was in Atlanta for the weekend to have fun. Was at the Red Roof Inn Thursday and Friday nights. Set Grindr profile to anon bb⬇️👀4⬆️. Went ass up face down with blindfold and took 6 loads on New Year's Eve. That ended 2020 taking 72 anon loads and 1 face to face since Oct 25 when I downloaded a counter app. After midnight took 4 more loads before going to sleep. A 25yr old black guy had a huge almost anaconda dick that made my whole body orgasm. Friday ended up taking 7 loads mostly Friday night. Of course Grindr crashed for a while that night and limited the number of loads taken. Saturday went to a hotel in midtown to rest before hitting up Flex. Couldn't check in early so went onto Flex. Got fucked 4 times taking 2 loads between the room and sling. Went to hotel to rest and got hit up by a 35yr old white muscle bear/jock wanting to breed my hole. My hole needed more abuse so why not. He wanted anon and I was happy to oblige even though his pics were hot. He came in and pounded me a good 15 mins before letting out a grunt as he bred my hole and collapsed on top of me as his dick kept pumping cum into my ass. Fell asleep afterwards before going to Flex later that night. Took four loads that night between going ass up face down in the room and anon on the fuckbech. Around 5am got irritated that everyone was just walking around and not doing anything so went back to the hotel to call it a wrap. Took 24 total loads from Thursday afternoon until Sunday morning. My hole is sore but ready for more.

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!

Yes and no, a bit of a "suggestion of the duality of man" I suppose. I do always feel a slight sense of shame in the moment of being fucked as being used/fucked (especially with more dominant or aggressive tops) we always seem to mark the person being fucked a lesser person in most societies, but personally always feel an immense rush of pride and joy taking it as I feel it's what I prefer in life. Like yeah I'm a bottom taking some dick, but I'm a damn good bottom that treats a cock right and many tops have very clearly enjoyed using me. So it's a split of "I know I should feel bad doing this" and "But I really love this" and "they're looking down on me.." AND "but they're lined up to fuck me." All depends on the moment I guess. At the end of the day the joy i get being a good and enjoyable bottom far outweighs any sense of shame I 'should' be feeling based on society, because when it comes down to it I'm fairly antisocial and rarely give a fuck about what they think.

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.

I will literally shove anything up a faggots ass.

we are in a race to see whether we can get enough people vaccinated to keep these mutations from becoming impossible to deal with.

[think before following links] http://www.xvideos.com/video49510999/pass_around_party_bottom_gets_filled Lucky Bottom.....wish that was me!

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.

Bathhouse if they reopen

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

Flex Spa in Hollywood opened yesterday for the first time in a year after Southern California's COVID numbers finally started to go way down. I've been pretty careful about sex even though I'm usually a daddy bear bathhouse pig slut bottom, but I'm vaccinated a few weeks, so thought I'd check it out. Decent crowd, usual mix of tweakers, BBC's, latin boys and daddies and a few white bottom guys like me hoping to get filled up. Masks on in the halls and all the public areas, so nothing happening anywhere except the rooms. I propped my door open, lowered the lights and waited on my bed, ass up all fours. Took about 10 minutes for the first dude to slip into the room and slide in my prelubed hole. 5 minutes later, load number one from a hot, tatted latin boy. !5 minutes later, BBC stepped in. But I guess he likes to give a show, cause he didn't close the door. Pumped me with his 9" thick cock for a good 25 minutes while a few watchers gathered. Shot a huge load and kept breeding me till it started to turn a little bit to butter. Fucking hot. Number three was a latin daddy who had been watching through the empty door. Big fat beer can cock, huge nips, rough weathered face. He wanted the personal experience. Laid down on the bed and had me straddle and ride him while we worked each other's nipples hard. We both came together, my little clit cock dribbling out on his stomach and his huge daddy load painting my entire cunt. Had only been 90 minutes, but not bad for the first time out slutting in months. I'll be back.

This little bottom boy is on his 6th month of being locked in that chastity cage. The only way he even comes close to shooting his useless Neg. load is by me and my boy breeding his tight boy hole. He was sick a month back but it was just a cold. Soon boy soon I promise to unlock your cage as soon as you test poz.

I honestly wish more men were into video recording me sucking their cocks or fucking me up the ass. so many guys just wanna pump and dump me and even the guys who do film it rarely ever share the vids with me. I love being naked in a public restroom down on my knees suckling some guys cock or bent over a sink getting fucked up the ass and looking up to see a guy pointing his phone at me clearly snapping pics and vids. love finding random vids online of guys using me

thank! its not about becoming a worthless whore. its about realizing what a worthless whore you already are. I was born a faggot and a whore and always knew I was an easy, slutty, cockhungry, cumthirsty faggot with no standards and no pride and that I am a shameless, cocksucker and a bareback cumdumpster.i have even known I was born to be a tranny whore so I have just always been trying to find as many guys to suck off and get fucked by as possible and making sure as many men as possible know how easy I am to use and letting anonymous strangers unload their balls into my body anytime anywhere no matter who is watching. if you are truly a worthless faggotwhore like me, you know deep down what you are.

oh damn thats an ass I'd like to seed...

Hey guys, am back. Small hiccup but things should be fine. I don’t know when I will have time to get back to Sammy and his adventures, but in the meantime where is a new story up on my blog since it isn’t chem fiction. Check it out if you’re looking for something new to read

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.

Part 7 “You cool if we hang here for a little longer?” Wil asked me. “Upstairs wasn’t looking very busy when we walked around.” “Sure.” I wasn’t sure at all. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. And if Wil weren’t standing there in his matching red jockstrap and sneakers, I may have bolted. He took my hand. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me through the dark maze of plywood walls and cutouts. I could see guys walking around on the other side of some of the barriers, mostly seeing legs and an occasion bare dick through the cutouts. Wil walked confidently through the maze, guiding me toward the back of the room. There was a plywood board parallel to the back wall, the light even dimmer than in other areas of the maze. “This is usually a hot spot.” He kissed me again. “Back your ass up against the opening,” he pointed at one of three cutouts in the plywood. As I did, he did the same in front of the next cutout. “Now what?” I asked. He grinned in the twilight, still holding my hand. “Now we wait. Let’s see which ass they pick first.” I flashed to thoughts of training with my teammates. I wonder what they are doing tonight. Definitely not walking around in a jockstrap being fucked by randos. What would they say if any of them knew I was here doing this? Yeah, they hook up. Go to a party or bar, pick someone up, take them home and fuck them. But this is totally different. Am I supposed to be doing this? Wil grunted and squeezed my hand. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” “What is it?” “Big cock!” he gasped. I watched as he adjusted his body position, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back slightly, and placing both hands against the wall in front of him. He whimpered and his head shot up, looking like he was straining. “Fuck that’s big,” he gasped. He was fumbling with his bottle of poppers in the dark, so I reached out to steady his hand, guiding the open bottle under his nose. “Thanks, babe.” As the rush hit him, some of the strain in his muscles faded, and his handsome face relaxed into more of a satisfied look. His nicely proportioned body looked really hot, his pale skin standing out more than mine in the dark lights. He was starting to groan in rhythm with his new fuck. Watching Wil, I was suddenly feeling nervous – for him as he strained to take that dick, and for myself anticipating what could come through my cutout. Looking at his body next to mine, I tried to copy his stance, my own hole hanging out in front of the wooden cutout. The thumping sound coming from the plywood barrier was getting louder as the anonymous top started to work Wil’s ass harder. “Oh that — that’s big!” His body started to quake with each thrust behind him. His whimpers quickly became moans as they settled into their fuck. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked directly, the shadow at the edge of the plywood wall disappeared. Wil and his anon partner were attracting some attention now. Wil was grunting and moaning when I felt a hand caress my exposed ass. His fingers felt cool and kinda rough against my smooth skin. I wondered what my hole looked like framed through the cutout in the wall; what made it inviting to someone? Is this the same person who was just looking around the corner of the barrier? Without any preamble, I felt the pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, they were about to fuck me. Wil was lost in his own fuck at the moment, so I took the poppers from his hand and took a long hit off of them. That feeling of warmth rolling through my body was becoming familiar, and my sphincter relaxed. I felt the cock pop inside and then he plunged his full length into me. It wasn’t too fast, more of a steady penetration. Now it was my turn to moan as the anonymous cock impaled me. I was relieved it wasn’t as large as the one inside Wil seemed to be. “You got one?” Will asked with stunted breathes as he was being pounded. I could only nod, not sure whether he could see me. My words weren’t coming out – only soft moaning sounds as the dick began working my ass like a master. It was like being fucked by a ghost; you didn’t see it, but you could feel it. It felt amazing! Long, slow, smooth strokes were spreading my hole open. Then he withdrew, leaving me feeling oddly empty; the cock head never losing contact with me. Then he was sliding back inside me, and I could feel every inch moving further up and in, forcing groans of pleasure from me. I braced my arms against the wall in front of me as my anonymous top began to pound my ass through the cutout. I felt Wil put his hand over mine as we stood side by side, our bare asses pressed against the cool plywood, each getting plowed by an unseen stranger. The banging against the plywood walls was signaling to anyone in the maze that someone was getting fucked. I saw silhouettes on either side of Wil and I, watching the college boys take anon cock. All I could think was how fucking hot this was! Before I knew it, Wil was standing beside me, rubbing my bare back with one hand, and whispering in my ear. “That’s it, baby, take that big cock. I can see it penetrating you. It’s a hot dick. Take it. Let him fill you up.” I was moaning uncontrollably. “Yeah. Let him know how much you love his big dick. I think he’s getting close to breeding you.” He was right – I could feel it too. The guy was thrusting faster and with more determination, edging closer to unloading. If not for the wall between us, he’d probably be holding my hips for leverage. As it was, I imagined him holding the top of the plywood partition to balance as he was fucking my ass through the wall. Part of my brain told me to pull off before he came inside me, but my body refused to relinquish the pleasure. And Wil was standing next to me, half holding me as I left myself open to the stranger’s gift. “You are so fucking beautiful,” Wil whispered tenderly. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into the most awkward kiss ever, my body half hanging off him, half braced against the wall to maintain my balance as the guy pounded me. His cock went deep, firmly planting itself inside me, and I felt the telltale quivering from his body resonating in my own as he unloaded. “He’s breeding you,” Wil whispered. “Take his seed. I want it all inside your beautiful body. Take it all.” I instinctively pushed my ass all the way back, trying to bury the mysterious dick as deep inside as possible. His cock was pulsing, and I heard him grunt. The warm juices sprayed inside me, and my body relished it. I gasped with excitement as he bred me. I wanted it. No, I needed it! He began pumping me slowly again, and I felt some of his load dribbling down the inside of my legs. Beyond any reasonable thought, I felt a thrilling rush go through my body as he added more seed inside me. I was still quivering when my seeder pulled out. It felt like a full minute passed as he reeled his cock back in. I stood up, my leg muscles aching from the unusual stance I’d been holding. I did a quick stretch of the muscles, and caught sight of my seeder’s legs through the cutout. I could see long legs with grey and blue sneakers. I bent further, enjoying the stretch, but also intensely curious. I saw a lean body, tall, and relatively smooth. He was stroking his dick, or maybe rubbing in the cum coating it. With his head bent down, all I could really see was a crop of white hair. He wasn’t at all the type of guy I would go after, but it struck me what an amazing fuck that was. Would I have let him plow me if I’d been able to see him? Probably not, and I confused by the feeling of potentially having missed out on what I just experienced. As I stood up feeling conflicted, Wil gathered me in an embrace. I didn’t resist, finding a sense of security in his arms, and appreciating the heat of his body pressed against mine – a stark contrast to the ghost-like feeling of the tops who had taken our asses thus far tonight. “How was that?” “Amazing,” I admitted. I could see him grin in the odd lighting. “How about yours?” “It was tough taking him. And he pulled out without cumming. Fucker.” He looked me in eyes. “Shall we go upstairs?” “I feel like I need a break.” “Good idea to walk it off.” Again he led me by the hand through the maze, this time finding the door to the hallway and finally the main room. It had gotten busier than before, more men wandering around the space, some of them chatting softly, but most on the prowl. Wil and I got another drink. He headed off to the bathroom while I stood near the stairs. “Enjoying yourself?” I turned and saw the tall, handsome guy I’d noticed earlier standing beside me. He had an accent, maybe French or French-Canadian. His body was nicely toned, and I could make out a thin coating of hair across his muscular pecs. I suddenly felt very shy and small, like I was standing near Apollo himself. “It’s different than anywhere I’ve ever been.” “But are you enjoying it?” I nodded. “I am.” “Good,” he said, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m heading upstairs. I’ll be looking for you.” He squeezed my shoulder and headed up the stairs, he ass looking magnificent as he ascended into the stark lighting above. Wil came along a few minutes later with a bottle of water that he shared with me. He rested a hand against my abs as I downed a share of the water. “Upstairs should be rocking by now. The mattresses make for more creative positions than the maze. Ready for your public debut?” I nodded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering what might happen when I saw Apollo up there. Wil took a moment and kissed me again, slow and tender, before heading up the steps. I noted how his muscular ass was framed perfectly in his jockstrap. It was very easy being around Wil, something I didn’t feel with most gay guys I knew. And he made everything here seem so normal. Wil was right. There was a lot more action upstairs now then earlier. The music was louder up here, and the lighting stronger. You could easily make out the faces and bodies of men in play area. The large black mattresses were host to a variety of entangled bodies, grunts and moans still audible behind the music. I scanned to wide loft area, trying to take it all in. There were a few more younger guys here now than when I first arrived. It seemed like they were all servicing the more mature guys, offering either their mouth or ass to pleasure their momentary partners. Wil was also looking around, taking it all in, deciding where to join the play. He pointed to the far corner of one of the mattresses. “Looks like a spot we can grab.” I was following Wil, his body naked except for the red sneakers and jockstrap that framed his hot ass, to a corner of the furthest mattress. Are we gonna play together? I wondered. As the night had progressed, I found myself more and more enamored with my new friend. But is this real? Or just a one-night thing built on the sexual energy of this place? A hand firmly grasped my arm, stopping me in my tracks. Wil’s hand pulled away from mine. Apollo had disentangled himself from the middle of a pile of writhing bodies in middle of a large mattress. His sculpted body was shiny with sweat, and as he stepped off the mattress, I saw his erect cock for the first time, pointing directly toward me like some wizard’s wand. On the mattress, I caught sight of a gold jockstrap, and knew he’d been working on Justin’s ass. The aloof Asian boy didn’t even look up as another man rolled into Apollo’s place at his ass. Apollo’s powerful frame was standing over me. I felt speechless and small in his presence. His body pressed against mine; his skin was hot to touch, sweaty from exertion and sex. I could smell sex on him, wondering how many men he’d already had tonight. My head was spinning. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. I’m just a regular guy, quiet, good student and average soccer player. I’m never the guy who feels noticed. Except here. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come to me,” Apollo said, his thick accent adding to his sexual appeal. I felt like a fly trapped in the spider’s web. Only this time the fly was desperate to be devoured. Apollo explored my body with his powerful hands. Finally he kissed me. It was deep, passionate, electric. His hands kneeled my ass as our tongues wrestled. “Your ass feels like there’s several loads in you already. You’ve been naughty tonight.” I felt awkward and suddenly ashamed, expecting him to pull away from me. I didn’t know what to say. I’d been used by total strangers, each of their loads inside me. I couldn’t tell you who they were, or even what two of the looked like. Wad this who I was becoming? It’s not supposed to be who I am. I saw Justin again on the black vinyl mattress, cocks stuffed into each of his holes. Is that what I am? Apollo was still fingering my sloppy hole. “Is that your boyfriend?” “No,” I quickly answered, my eyes still on the cute Asian twink being consumed on the mat. I looked back at Apollo and realized he was looking in the opposite direction. I turned my head and saw Wil standing there watching us. For the first time tonight, he looked uncertain what to do. Seeing us both looking at him, he took the cue to step closer. “He is cute,” Apollo said as he put an arm around Wil and pulled him into us. “Yes he is.” Apollo kissed Wil, casting his spell on the sexy ginger. I could feel their hot breath as they made out a mere inch from my face. The sexual tension was building in our muscles. Apollo broke the kiss with Wil, letting his fingers probe my ass again. Wil and I both moaned softly, and I assumed Apollo was simultaneously exploring his wet hole. We fell into a three-way kiss, surrounded by naked bodies windows various sexual positions and acts. It was overwhelming but I couldn’t leave this embrace. “I love couples,” Apollo purred into both our ears. With little effort, his muscular body pulled Wil and I into the writhing mass of naked sex on the mattress.

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

I’ve had anal chlamydia a few times and never could tell any difference. I only found it through routine testing.

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

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.

Part 8 (as a reminder of where we left off) Josh looked up at Billy. He wasn’t sure what he was doing letting this dude fuck him (on camera no less). What had gotten into him? Billy’s thrusts got more intense as Josh studied the torso of the man who’s bare dick was inside him. He wasn’t at all like his obsession, Luke. He was skinny, if not sickly, and pale. Tatted up. Perhaps even a little dirty. While Josh’s dick remained soft, still a little precum emerged as it bounced on his stomach while Billy terrorized his ass. Josh moaned as he looked into Billy’s eyes and saw them roll back. “FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! Billy screamed. “FUCK!!! I’m cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck your ruined ass feels good!!! Oh shit, oh god, ooooh, oooh yeah.” A flood of semen invaded Josh's tight ass. The skin of Billy's big curved dick was now completely frictionless against Josh's guts because of a soup of diseased sperm. Billy then unceremoniously dropped Josh’s ankles, and his legs fell to the floor beside Billy’s. After a few seconds, Billy pulled his cock out of the pale white ass of Josh, pulling with it a bit of blood pink-tinged cum and ass juice. “That’s a fucking wrap,” Billy said into the camera. **** Part 9 Josh lay on the bed looking up at the hotel ceiling feeling used. The bright, hot lights from the film crew bore down on him, his ass was wet and sore, his heart was pounding, and his stomach was churning. “What the fuck just happened?” he thought to himself as deep inside Josh, a brutal war had been waged. The walls of his ass had been breached, and the enemy was advancing rapidly. Cells were dividing and multiplying, and Josh’s biology was changing allegiances. The enemy forces had gained a physical stronghold on their conquest. The virus’s war propaganda would soon win over Josh’s mind as well. Josh sat up, dazed, and looked down at his flaccid uncut dick between his legs, wet with precum. “I better shower before taking off for the bus station” he told the crowd gathered around a nearby laptop, reviewing the new breeding footage. Luke looked up and grinned as he said, “that was really hot.” Billy and Steve smirked as they assessed the pale and freckled undergraduate walking naked past them into the adjoining hotel room. Josh stepped into the bathtub and cut on the spray of the shower. He felt dirty and wanted to feel clean again. He came here today thinking he’d continue to develop a fluid romance with Luke. Instead a stranger – who he didn’t feel attraction to – bred him. On camera. The shower spray beat down on him, and he lathered his red hair with shampoo. Warm sudsy water poured down over his cock and down into the drain below, but no amount of soap could wash away the deadly virus that continued to foul Josh’s interior. Billy’s toxic cum had done what Luke’s did not: he’d successfully pierced Josh’s being. The hot water surged as if someone flushed a toilet nearby, awakening Josh from his post coital daze and to the fact that his cock was no longer soft. Instinctively his hand wrapped around his dick, and he began stroking himself, his mind immediately flashing to Billy. Whereas previously he’d jerked off fantasizing about Luke deep dicking his ass and seroconverting him, or of Scott’s condom breaking and busting his medicated nut inside him, or a variety of similar stories, at that moment Josh could not focus on anyone but Billy. The man who just fucked him with wild abandon, whose gaunt body boasted tattoos of disease, whose curved dick had navigated deep against his prostate and shot a radioactive load in him. Billy had implanted himself in Josh’s ass and mind. Slowly, Josh’s palm moved up and down his shaft, pulling his foreskin back and forth, exposing his sensitive cock’s head. The hot spray beat down on him and the small bathroom was shrouded in steam. He reached around to his back side and and began finger fucking his hole where he could feel Billy’s load. Josh's balls twitched, needing more. Billy – and Luke previously – had consummated what Scott could not: raw, man-on-man, truly penetrative sex. And Josh knew definitively in this moment, feeling what he knew to be toxic cum coating his fuck chute, that this was how sex was supposed to be for him, in spite of – or maybe because of -- the consequences. Back and forth he stroked his big white dick and pummeled his hole with three fingers. Finally Josh felt his balls tense, and with his legs flexed, he gripped his cock tightly and began feverishly jerking his Irish pride. A moan escaping his lips, Josh began shooting ropes of negative cum against the tile wall of the hotel bathroom, spurt by spurt, releasing his collegiate manhood in the shower. With a white flag of cum draped on the wall of the hotel shower, Josh’s body began its full surrender to the virus.

I just want cum in my hole. Be easier if some fucker just stealths my hole.

After dumping POZ Loads in 3 Dudes, I went down to the Maze while working up a Load to CHARGE the NEXT PIG with. That's where I saw him—an instant turn-on. It was his salt-and-pepper hair and abundant body fur that whet my whistle. I wasn't looking for a Fuck, but for the chemistry was ripe between us. I cornered him and locked my Lips on his right Nip. He drew my mouth to his, and rammed his hot tongue down my throat. We dropped our towels and went at it like dogs. I wedged my tongue into his armpit and slurped his ripe and juicy sweat. He went down on me while I stretched to finger his tight Muscle Hole. We drew a crowd as we pawed each other—kissing, licking, pounding, biting—like two fuckin’ Cunts. I invited him up. I almost never take guys to my room, because it's where I go to chill out between Fucks; but I was totally taken with the guy. I might just fuck this Muscle Dad. As soon as the door closed behind us, the tables turned. The Fucker was all over me, pushing me to the bed and jumping on me like some 500 pound gorilla. Actually, he only had about 10 pounds over me, but he used his girth to full advantage. Not that I resisted—the Fucker was on fire. His passion, overwhelmed me. He bit my neck, shoulder and pecs, leaving crimson hickeys on my bod. I did the same to him, clawing at his back as he gripped me like a Sumo wrestler. The room was hot and sweat rolled off us. He wrapped his arms around me like a Boa Constrictor, gagging me with his hot tongue. I thought I'd shoot my Wad right then. In the Haze of Lust I didn't even realize what happening as he forced my legs apart. The Stud was gonna fuck me! That wasn't what I’d planned, but I was primed for anything. He yanked me to his shoulders, spit on his Shaft, and pressed his turgid Cock to against my Cunt. I took a hit of Jungle Juice to steel myself against the searing pain I knew was cuming. OMG, IT WAS EXCRUCIATING! My unfucked Mancunt had tightened up. He used his strength and body weight to thrust his Manhood deep inside of me. I tried to relax, but felt him tearing up my Guts. He raised his hips, compressed my legs against my chest, and drove straight into my bowels. Dizzy with Poppers, I cried aloud. He was crazed with Lust, and fucked with such a frenzy that I knew, had I protested, he would have RAPED ME. I know—I’m like that, too. The only difference was I was the Bottom. "You want my Pussy, Dude? Just fuck me!. Shoot your Load in me!." "Yeah, Stud, I'm gonna fuck yer Mancunt good! My Balls are bustin' up with Spooge—got "Faggot" spelt all over it! "Is it POZ Jizm, Bud?” "Fuck, yeah, I'm POZ. Wadya think? I'm some stupid fuckin' NEG? Got Dirty Jizz for you. Nothin' but the highest Viral Load , the most drug resistant Strain. Sound good? I'll bet it does. Cunts like you crave the Death Fuck, doncha, Babe? You’re hooked on Toxic Spooge. And I'll betcha wanna take some Faggots with you when you go. Well, same with me, Pal. And I'm startin’ off with YOU!" He plowed me voraciously, as I clawed his back and yanked his hips against me to make sure I got every drop of Venom from his Balls. "Fuck, yeah, Stud! Breed me! Give me your Poison. I want it ALL." In a blur the Daddy flipped me over and drew up my knees, pummeling my Butt. He pinned my wrists, and I felt his Cock mushroom as his pace accelerated and his breathing transmogrified to pants. In the mirror I watched the Pervert rape me, his muscles straining as he ravaged me; and I struggled to return his Thrusts. He bit my neck as I cursed and whined and whimpered like a fuckin’ Wimp. "Goddamn, Fucker, here it Cums! Fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Take that Fuckin’ Nasty Bug! I'm breeding your goddamn Pussy—NOW!!!! Uhhhhhhhh! Oh, Yeahhhh!" I felt his Shaft explode as torrents of NOXIOUS JIZZ flowed past my shredded Mancunt into my Blood. He let go of my wrists and locked his arms around me, biting as he went. Exhausted, I went limp. He collapsed on top of me. Moments later he drifted off—trapping me beneath him, his Seed fermenting in my Ass.