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Themes of incest, devil worship and forced compliance. The thumping music could be heard coming up the dim stairs, the stones shook with its steady thump. The street was dark, illuminated by the big neon sign that buzzed and flickered. "Biohazard- Men's Bar". Looking down at my phone, the screen lit up with a text from Andrew's Dad "Meet me at the club, got a meeting with the lads, will come find you after." The waft of weed blew from down the steps, Andrew smiled to himself, typical Dad. Stepping up to the bouncer at the top of the stairs, Andrew passed over his ID, trying his hardest to keep his eyes dead ahead. Not meeting the gaze of the bearded giant who loomed over him. "John's son?" His eyes lit up in recognition. "John never mentioned his son was a cute lil fag boy" He growled, exhaling steam on the cold night. The bouncer groped Andrews arse as he pushed him past and to the top of the stairs. Andrew taking a deep breath began to descend. The smell of weed and chems only got stronger as he made his way down, the heat rolled off the air with the stench of piss and sweat. Andrews cock twitched in his jock, he had never been to his Dad's favourite club. Of course he'd been invited, but he always held back, he heard stories of younger guys like him coming away pretty roughed up. He was 20, and still a little nervous twink, blond hair and a slight frame. He was coming into his facial hair, and only had a small amount on his chest and arse. The ripe smell of sweaty men overwhelmed him at the bottom of the stairs as he looked over a crowded bar dimly lit. The scent of weed and large clouds of white smoke filled the place. Barechested men, stood around, drinking chatting, playing pool. A few stood around the edges of the room, in the darker corners, watching. Andrew felt more than a few eyes rest on him as he made his way to the bar. "Hey I'm looking for John? He's my dad he said to meet him here?" Andrew addressed the near naked bartender, he wore a harness that attached to a cock ring. The thick shaft hung there, swaying, a thick prince albert piercing adorned the fat head of his cock. "He's in the back right now, how bout I fix you a drink in the mean time and you can wait at the bar", the barman winked at Andrew, his heavy cock swinging as he turned his back to show his hairy arse and a biohazard tattoo in the centre of his back. Andrew wasn't an idiot, he knew that this bar, and his dad, were all into sharing their strain. Andrew's dad had even spoken to him about it, asking him if he wanted to covert at some point, Andrew had responded non-committaly and they had left it there. It played on his mind, as he sat waiting for his drink. The guy to the left of Andrew, a large, heavy set man with a thick beard was toking from a pipe, thick clouds of white blowing from his mouth. He was sat at the bar in a pair of leather padded jeans and nothing else, his strong chest was dripping in sweat as he side eyed Andrew at the bar. "Hey, barman, get this boy a special, on me" The bearded man toking on the pipe slapped down a 20 on the bar top. "Will do", the barman reached back, cashed in the 20. Then turned his back to Andrew to mix the 'special' "Spitting image of John, you are, guessin' your his own son!" The bearded man turned, washing Andrew in a cloud of chemical smelling smoke. Andrew gulped as he took in the man in front of him. Sat on the bar stool, a barrel chest covered in fur and sweat, his chest adorned with tattoo "Born 2 Poz". A large biohazard tattoo decorated the shaft of his cock, which hung heavy from the fly of his trousers, a series of barbells glinted from underside the shaft and a heavy thick Prince Albert pierced the head. "Umm.. yes sir, I'm Johns' son. Never been here before in my life", Andrew replied. "Pretty lil' fag boi's like you belong down here, where real men like me can admire you" The man responded, blowing another cloud and flexing his arm. The large bicep tensed and Andrew stared into the hairy sweaty pit, the smell was intoxicating only from a foot away. Andrew felt his cock get hard in his jeans, as the barman passed him his drink. "Drink up, I'll let your daddy know that his fag son is here." The barman said as he began walking towards the end of the bar. Andrew eyed the drink, it looked like lemonade, breaking his gaze from the alpha sat across from him, he took a big gulp from the drink as he composed himself. "Ah ah, fag" The bearded man said as he reached over and forced the glass up, making Andrew drain the whole glass. Andrew felt flushed as he put the glass down on the bar top with a clink, feeling his face get hot, as again another cloud of white smoke engulfed the two men sat at the bar. Andrew could still feel the eyes of the other men in the bar boring holes into his back as he finished the drink. "Now the best way to enjoy a good drink like that, is to toke on one of these" The bearded alpha proffered the glass pipe to Andrew. "What is it?" Andrew asked. "I think you already know fag, now smoke the devil's poz cock" Andrew tentatively wrapped his lips around the pipe, his head beginning to swim from the G he had just drunk. The lighter sparked and taking a deep breath, Andrews lungs filled with Tina. Exhaling a large white cloud, Andrew swayed, falling from the barstool and into the lap of the Alpha male in front of him. His face pressed against the pierced cock, as he felt the wave of tina wash over him. His vision blurred as he saw the sinister biohazard symbol on the massive cock infront of him, as he felt a strong pair of hands push him back up and sling him over a rough shoulder. Andrew attempted to struggle but to no avail, the combination of G and T in his body had made him limp, all that came out of his mouth were guttural moans as the man walked him away from the bar into a dark passageway off the side of the room.

"Hey Stephen how are you doing?" I say walking into my girlfriends apartment. We're pretty new but with her crazy work schedule and the uncertainty of traffic her roommates were ok with her giving me a key so I could hang out and wait for her. "I'm good, a light day at the office and an exciting weekend planned ahead", he smiled as he changed the channel and dipped his hand into a bowl of snacks. "Oh? What's going on this weekend?" I asked as I entered my girlfriends room to drop my weekend bag off. "Cory's birthday party is this weekend!" "OH that's right! Shoot I wonder if Katie remembered." "You're cute", he laughed, "you guys don't need to get him anything, though it wouldn't hurt if you'd treat this more like home and walk around shirtless once in a while." "Funny, though I'm sure Katie wouldn't mind either." I said brushing it off. "You guys should just hang out tomorrow, drinks, music, games. The usual, but with more people." "Sounds fun, but I don't know Katie's schedule. But I'm sure we'll join." I went into the room and laid down on the bed. I spend the weekends here, there's always an event of some kind. I don't mind, and their friends are fun. Flirting never hurt and Katie thinks it's funny. The events never lead to anything much, just lots of drinking and on the rare occasion a guy will join the couple, Stephen and Cory, in their bedroom next door. I've never done anything with a guy, the idea of it is rather odd to me, and as much fun as they sound like they have beyond the wall, it's not my cup of tea. Katie came home late, like usual and we spent the evening after dinner watching Netflix and sex to tire us out before passing out in bed. She gets really wet and to avoid making a mess we have a collection of towels to lay down, and we mix things up with a bag of toys we keep under the bed, a few vibrators, a dildo etc. The next morning the party started early, Cory and Stephen were in the kitchen mixing mimosas and made Katie and I one. We joined them and wished Cory a happy birthday as we started the music and let the drinks flow. With a lack of breakfast I was starting to feel the booze, and Katie fearing she would be called into work kept handing her drinks to me. Guy after guy trickled into the party, bringing more booze, food, and energy. I was really feeling the drinks and could barely keep their names straight. Katie ran off on her phone. "There she goes" I thought. She came up and apologized for having to go into work and told me to have fun, and told Stephen to "protect me". They laughed it off and she ran out the door. The day went on and I was a bit more than tipsy, I went to the fridge to grab a water bottle and there were a new collection of little bottles on the door. I picked one up "Jungle Juice Platinum" it read. A guy walked up behind me and pinched my ass. "Starting early today huh?" he said reaching around to my cock and the other grabbing the bottle. I stuck my ass out to avoid his hand on my dick and my ass came into contact with his groin. "Oh! Uh I don't know what this stuff is and uh no thanks haha" I said turning and backing up. "You've never done poppers?! he exclaimed. Stephen heard that and "came to the rescue". He took the guy by the shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen and came back. "Hey sorry about that we can get a little frisky when alcohol is involved. I see you found some fun stuff there." "Uh yeah I guess what is it?" I asked still holding the little bottle. "They're called poppers, they just kind of make you enjoy sex more. Take it! give it a shot, might spice things up." I grabbed a water bottle and the "poppers" as he said and went to the bedroom, placing the poppers on the night stand for tonight. I looked up how to take them and it seemed simple enough, it also said "relaxes soft tissues, as in the muscles surrounding the anus". "Huh.. that's why they must like it then," I thought. I started watching porn on my phone and got curious, the girls seem to enjoy anal sex, and of course the gay guys like it. I wonder what it feels like, I reached under the bed and grabbed the toys. I got on my hands and knees and lubed up the toy, with the phone resting against the pillow, I slowly pressed the small toy into my ass. It felt very weird, and my body pushed it right back out. "Oh yeah, the poppers should make this better". I opened the bottle and as instructed put it under my nose to inhale. It made me cough, but almost immediately I was light headed. I pushed the toy in and it started to feel good. I think I can handle the bigger one. I reached into the bag and got the bigger dildo, it's just slightly bigger than myself so about 7 inches but thicker. with a bit of lube my ass took the entire toy. I was shocked. It felt good, but hard and a bit rough. I took a hit of more poppers and let it rest inside me. "This is much better than the bathroom!" I hear from behind me. "Holy shit!" I flipped over on my back, the toy shooting out of my ass and landing at the foot of a tall tattooed clean cut guy. "No, no, you're clearly enjoying it. Continue." he said handing me the toy. "Flip back around" My eyes darted to the door, it was shut and locked. "Continue..." he repeated, "let me help". He grabbed my legs and turned me over, grabbed my ass and pulled me up onto all fours. He took the toy, spit on it and pushed it in and out of me. It felt amazing, I reached out for the poppers and he laughed, "oh you really want to have fun, take 1 hit per nostril you slut." "Oh fuck" I said out loud, I had never been treated this way with girls and it was really dirty. I took the hits of poppers and as I did he took the toy out and put a bigger one in, AMAZING. It felt so good, it was getting so deep. He grabbed my wrists and put them on my lower back, and that's when I felt it. His hips rammed against my ass, his balls knocking into mine. He moaned and quickened his pace. I had never felt anything like it, my head was spinning, my cock was soft but I was hornier than ever. He took the poppers and poured some on my underwear and shoved it in my mouth. My head was throbbing, ass was throbbing, cock was throbbing. He ripped the underwear out of my mouth and pulled my hair. "Where am I going to cum bitch." "I don't care" I managed to say in my haze. "That's a good slut" he said as he thrust hard into my ass and yelled as he released into me. He put his shirt back on and there was a knocking on the door. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I immediately came to my senses. He just let the whole party know what was going on in here. I scrabbled and tried to put clothes on but he opened the door. The whole party was trying to look in the door. Poppers and toys all over the bed, and his cock still dripping cum. He grabbed his shorts and walked out, "great party Cory, he's all yours boys," he said as he left the party. They all stood there, half of them mouths agape. Stephen pushed through the crowd, and shut the door. "You ok?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. "Yeah, just worried about what Katie will say" "We can keep it a secret if you want, from her." he said as he rubbed my back. "Yes please." "Looks like you enjoyed it" he said wrapping his hand around my hard dick. "I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I ever imagined, but what does that mean now" "It doesn't have to mean anything, you clearly love women. you just happen to have fun with cocks. Word will spread through our group of friends, Thomas brags about all the guys he converts. "Converts? from straight to gay?" "Haha no, you're cute. He's Poz, although it looks like he might have succeeded in that too. It's not for sure, but you better go to the doctor to be safe. We'll be having a lot more fun."

Went to the Den LA party Friday (7/9/21) night at Sanctuary Studios in Los Angeles, which was billed as an open bar jock/underwear party with hundreds of men. What an incredible evening! The party went from 9:00 pm to 3:00 am, and included an open bar, a dance floor and access to 4 dungeon themed sex rooms. Too many incredible experiences to detail in one post, but here is an executive summary (all of which occurred in public play areas where others could watch/listen/participate): (i) 19 different men fucked my ass, (ii) 6 of those 19 men seeded me with their warm, sticky load (thank you boys), (iii) I sucked 15-20 (lost count) different cocks and (iv) one guy fisted me on a large fuck bench. Unfortunately, I missed my first triple-double by just 4 loads (guess I will need to keep working at it!). There are several highlights from the night, but the one I thought I would share in this post was my BIG dick beat down by Mack. About two hours into the party, I found myself on my hands and knees (in my leather jock strap) with my ass in the air (pre-lubed with 2 loads from earlier patrons) waiting for the next jockey to mount this piggy bottom and take me for a ride. That’s when a huge bear of a man (at least 230 pounds of solid, rock hard muscle) came from behind me, placed his hands on my ass and said with a deep, stern voice, “Keep your ass up high, and don’t run from my cock.” To which I replied, “I’m not running from anyone’s cock tonight!” (I consider myself a power bottom, having years of big dildo training - see my profile picture). This brick house of a man then placed his big, thick cock head against my hole and pressed forward. My sphincter opened, and then opened some more and then stretched to its limit as Mack’s fat tool (the thickness of a soda can) plowed into me and bottomed out. I could feelhis big, heavy balls come to rest against mine as the last few inches of his cock settled in and my hole gripped its base. He growled into my ear at the end of that initial thrust, “Good boy, you took all of Daddy’s cock.” That shit was SO HOT!!! I totally went with it, and thereafter begged him aloud to “fuck me with Daddy’s big dick.” He literally fuckedthe breath out of me with every powerful thrust, and the more I begged for “Daddy’s cock,” the harder he would give it to me. He drilled me like that for atleast 15 minutes, and it was a show stopper. We hadhoards of men standing around us (the room was now packed and we were both a mess of dripping sweat with the now sauna like conditions), many stroking their cocks to the live show just inches away, and several of them offering their own commentary, like “yeah, fuck him deep” and “load him up, load him up!” All of this stimulation proved to be too much for my Bear/Bull to withstand, as hegrabbed my hips with his powerful hands and slammed his throbbing cock one last time all the way in and held it their as he pumped a massive load ofwarm cum deep into my bowels. After we stood up, I asked him his name and he relied, “Mack.” I toldhim that his name was fitting, as I felt like I had just been run over by a Mack truck. I went on to fuck and suck as much cock as I could for a few more hours until the place was almost empty and the party organizers told me (and the other remaining stragglers), that the party was over and it was time to go home. I had several other encounters thatnight, and love to share my naughty adventures. If you want to hear more, just let me know and I canrecount some of those here as well…

Hey Guys All rights reserved. Screenplay in development. Soon to be a major motion picture! LOL! 🤪😜 Enjoy! This Can't Be Good “This CAN’T be good,” Michael thought to himself after he listened to the voicemail from his dad. The foreboding tone in his voice was something Michael knew all too well. His dad called to tell him he was flying down to LA at the end of the week. He had something very important he wanted to talk to him about. The last time his dad had something “very important to talk to him about” was during high school. He caught him stealing his car to drive across town and get fucked by guys at the local for-profit career college. Dad threatened to disown him if he ever pulled a stunt like that again. After graduating from USC, Dad had been paying the rent on his WeHo apartment. If he cut him off, he was toast. “This can't… be good,” Michael repeated to himself. It had been about a month since he’d visited his dad at his cabin in Northern California. The cell signal there sucked, making his smartphone practically useless. To get online, he used his dad's desktop computer while he was out fishing to watch porn and upload a pozzing video to his OnlyFans page. He knew what happened. He’d forgotten to delete his browser history before he headed back home to LA. His dad must have noticed and gone through it. The jig was up. Michael was a dedicated, but so-far unsuccessful, bug chaser. Now well into the second year of his quest, he’d become increasingly frustrated. Recently, he’d started posting videos to his OnlyFans account showing him taking toxic loads from his high-viral fuck buddies. The videos had become quite popular, earning him much-needed extra income from subscription fees. Now that coin was in peril. Over and over he thought, “this just can't be good.” For the next three days Michael agonized over how he was going to explain his OnlyFans content to his dad. No doubt by now he’d seen all his online sexual exploits, fueled by an ever-growing obsession to convert. All the bug chasing videos, all the photos of POZ men, and all the images of biohazard tattoos. “What the hell am I going to tell him?” he kept asking himself. This was something he couldn't just brush off as a fluke. The following Friday afternoon Michael picked his dad up at LAX. The drive to his hotel was awkwardly silent. After check-in, they both went up to the room. Sitting side by side on the bed, the time had come for THE conversation. “So, what’s up?” Michael asked, his voice trembling slightly. He was trying his best to remain nonchalant. “Son,” his dad said. “I wanted to come down here because there's something I needed to talk to you about in person. And I didn't want to just do it over the phone. I found…..” Shit. His dad was speaking in that same tone as when he busted him for stealing his car. Any chance of appearing nonchalant was now gone. “Dad!” Michael blurted out, interrupting him, “I was just doing it to earn some extra cash! You see… you can really make great money on OnlyFans if you post funny videos. And… and those videos were just a joke. You know my dark humor!” As he rambled, trying to piece together a plausible explanation, Michael felt a wave of cold sweat washing over his body and seeping through his t-shirt. His dad just sat there, staring at him. Then a puzzled look came over his face. “What's OnlyFans?” his dad asked. “Oh wait!” Michael quickly responded trying to play it off. “Never mind… I was just confused. Never mind!” A wave of sweet relief quickly replaced the layer of cold sweat that had accumulated all over his body since they left the airport. “I'm sorry… so what were you trying to tell me?” he said, regaining his composure. His dad let out a long sigh. “Son, I need to tell you that I tested HIV positive,” his voice filled with guilt and regret. Upon hearing his dad’s confession, the relief Michael was enjoying was quickly replaced by utter shock. Totally blindsided. It was like a bucket of ice had been dumped on his head. “You WHAT?” he blurted out. “You??? Tested. POZ???” Michael could feel his blood pressure rising. The ice water dump had now grown into a tsunami of utter confusion and pure envy, crashing down around him. “Your test was POZ… for, for HIV?? Are you sure it’s not COVID? What the fuck?” Michael’s voice was now trembling. “The test was confirmed, son. I tried my best to be careful. I’m still processing this myself. But I promise you nothing is going to change.” How could this happen? Michael asked himself. All he could think about was the last two years he spent, desperately trying to get pozzed up. The dozens of disappointing hook ups with men claiming to be off meds. All the out-of-town flights to meet up with notorious gifters. All that effort, only to be met with more negative blood test results. No one NEEDED to become POZ more than him. His life would never be complete until he was part of that illusive POZ brotherhood. And now THIS? His own Dad, a reluctant and closeted bisexual, just waltzes in and gets knocked up before him! The rush of envy quickly erupted into a burning dumpster of jealousy. How could life be so cruel and…. unfair?? “Don’t worry, Son,” his dad replied, sliding over closer, trying to console him. “HIV isn’t a death sentence anymore. You’d be surprised how many HIV positive guys are living normal lives. Everything will be fine.” Michael stood up, still gob smacked by this news. He turned to his dad and continued his tirade. “Oh, believe me, I KNOW how many guys are POZ these days. Obviously, EVERYONE is but me!” “I’ve got a great doctor. He’s a specialist!” his dad continued, in a feeble effort to console his son. “He’s going to prescribe the latest breakthrough HIV med….” “Meds?” Michael responded. Before he could even finish saying it, that word changed everything. “No, Dad! Don’t start meds!” Now Michael’s dad was more confused than ever. “Why not?” he replied. Michael’s jealousy was now replaced by overwhelming horniness. He knew this was finally his chance. “Dad…Now I’ve got something important I need to tell you.” he announced. His dad couldn’t help but notice the raging boner now bulging through his son’s shorts. Yes, son?” he asked, cracking a nervous grin. Pulling off his shirt, Michael replied, “We need to fuck. Right now. We need to fuck!”

Went to the Den LA party Friday (7/9/21) night at Sanctuary Studios in Los Angeles, which was billed as an open bar jock/underwear party with hundreds of men. What an incredible evening! The party went from 9:00 pm to 3:00 am, and included an open bar, a dance floor and access to 4 dungeon themed sex rooms. Too many incredible experiences to detail in one post, but here is an executive summary (all of which occurred in public play areas where others could watch/listen/participate): (i) 19 different men fucked my ass, (ii) 6 of those 19 men seeded me with their warm, sticky load (thank you boys), (iii) I sucked 15-20 (lost count) different cocks and (iv) one guy fisted me on a large fuck bench. Unfortunately, I missed my first triple-double by just 4 loads (guess I will need to keep working at it!). There are several highlights from the night, but the one I thought I would share in this post was my BIG dick beat down by Mack. About two hours into the party, I found myself on my hands and knees (in my leather jock strap) with my ass in the air (pre-lubed with 2 loads from earlier patrons) waiting for the next jockey to mount this piggy bottom and take me for a ride. That’s when a huge bear of a man (at least 230 pounds of solid, rock hard muscle) came from behind me, placed his hands on my ass and said with a deep, stern voice, “Keep your ass up high, and don’t run from my cock.” To which I replied, “I’m not running from anyone’s cock tonight!” (I consider myself a power bottom, having years of big dildo training - see my profile picture). This brick house of a man then placed his big, thick cock head against my hole and pressed forward. My sphincter opened, and then opened some more and then stretched to its limit as Mack’s fat tool (the thickness of a soda can) plowed into me and bottomed out. I could feel his big, heavy balls come to rest against mine as the last few inches of his cock settled in and my hole gripped its base. He growled into my ear at the end of that initial thrust, “Good boy, you took all of Daddy’s cock.” That shit was SO HOT!!! I totally went with it, and thereafter begged him aloud to “fuck me with Daddy’s big dick.” He literally fucked the breath out of me with every powerful thrust, and the more I begged for “Daddy’s cock,” the harder he would give it to me. He drilled me like that for at least 15 minutes, and it was a show stopper. We had hoards of men standing around us (the room was now packed and we were both a mess of dripping sweat with the now sauna like conditions), many stroking their cocks to the live show just inches away, and several of them offering their own commentary, like “yeah, fuck him deep” and “load him up, load him up!” All of this stimulation proved to be too much for my Bear/Bull to withstand, as he grabbed my hips with his powerful hands and slammed his throbbing cock one last time all the way in and held it their as he pumped a massive load of warm cum deep into my bowels. After we stood up, I asked him his name and he relied, “Mack.” I told him that his name was fitting, as I felt like I had just been run over by a Mack truck. I went on to fuck and suck as much cock as I could for a few more hours until the place was almost empty and the party organizers told me (and the other remaining stragglers), that the party was over and it was time to go home. I had several other encounters that night, and love to share my naughty adventures. If you want to hear more, just let me know and I can recount some of those here as well…

My day of being a slutty cumdump faggot. One of my buddies said he and his flat mate (both tops) we looking for a faggot. I arrived I was told to put a hood on so I could not see the flat mate They used both holes, spit roasting me, tag teaming me then they decided they wanted to double fucked me I had no choice, Amyl was held under my nose til I was begging to be used it hurt at first but then my hole relaxed and I was taking their cocks easily They shot their loads in me I was told to get out. I got in my car switched on scruff and saw a old buddy online and close. Msg him and in 10 minutes I was being pounded taking my third load. As I left his place I saw I had a msg on scruff from a guy who was at a local beat (beat=cruising location) he said come to the beat he will breed me. I got there it was busy an old shed that was fenced off but a hole in the fence around the back, I went in there were guys cruising around I found an old chair and bent over showed my ass the first guy fingered my ass and said how many loads? I said 3 he said your hole is so loose I felt his fingers digging into my hole his sharp fingernails hurt, he slid his cock in and was fucking me other guys stood around, then one after the other they all fucked n bred me, no idea what they looked like. I was just a slutty cumdump faggot to them As I walked to my car cum was leaking down my legs! I got to my car and put a butt plug in! I jumped in my car and headed home. A regular buddy msg me I told him I had 7 loads in me. He offered a 8th I arrived at his place, he felt my ass and noticed the butt plug, he pulled it out and cum leaked down my legs So I took 8Loads today 4 from guys strangers, I have no idea of their status. I am a negative faggot not on prep, no load refused, Poz viral men in Melbourne Australia needed to convert me.

My phone buzzed, an email from the Poz top, "Well?!" was all it said. My boy came back from the bathroom, wearing shortish shorts and a tank top, chastity device tucked away in his pocket. "How's it feel to be 'free'?" I asked. "Honestly, good. but a little weird, what am I doing with it off?" "I thought of a new rule. Do you know where we are?" "Of course I do, my girlfriend lives down the street from this bar." "Yep, text her. You haven't cum in a while and the new rule is you may only have sex with her while my cum is deep inside you" "Oh!" "What do you think?" He smiled, "that's a good rule." We sat and drank, lots of people were around us but we chatted like any couple would, just getting to know one another and enjoying the company. When I would ask kinky questions or reference our wild nights I could see the unease in his body language but he would answer. His phone buzzed, and he looked up to me. "She said it was a nice surprise I'm so close by... Should I go?" "Yes on a few conditions. 1. You kiss me goodbye right here in this bar like you mean it. 2. If you cum tonight, leave when you're done and come back to this bar. If you fake your orgasm, have her lock up your cock and tell her you have been masturbating too much, stay the night with her and I'll see you tomorrow." He came over to my side of the table and kissed me deep, I'll admit he put a lot of passion into it. My cock sprang up, and I placed his hand on my cock through my jeans, to my surprise he moaned into my mouth as he pulled away. He said deal, and I watched his perfect ass walk away from me in the bar. I tried to take my mind off what he was doing with his girlfriend by jumping on the dance floor, wishing the Twink that came up to me was my boy. A few drinks later I was crazy horny, wanting my boy, but he never showed after last call. I smiled, he must have faked his orgasm, his cum is mine. I pulled out my phone, opened my email and answered the Poz top. "Nothing yet Sir. but with how much you pumped into my ass I'm sure it will take." I walked to my car, partly sad my boy wasn't with me but also happy knowing he faked his orgasm and will be locked up the next time I see him. As I started my car, my phone buzzed again. "If you're not with the boy tonight, you should come get a second dose" Fuck, I thought. I wasn't planning on getting fucked tonight but I do want to make this boy mine. "On my way" I sent back. I showed up to the guys house, knocked on the door and he told me to come in. "Get on your hands and knees, your saliva will be our lube tonight, just keep that in mind." I did as I was told, his cock wasn't dirty but he definitely didn't shower before I came over. He's about my size, but where I have a bit more girth, he has in length. His cum will be real deep inside me. I made a mess of this blow job, spit everywhere. I need a lot of lube, I'm not usually a bottom. He stopped me at one point and says. "Thats enough, I hope you lubed me up enough... for your asses sake." He turned me around and pressed his cock up against my hole. Poppers showed up underneath my nostril, I took a hit and in one, slow, push he entered my ass. It wasn't enough lube, but I had a feeling that was the point. He kept me peppered up and gave me hits at all the right times, just as my hole ached and begged to be done. He sped up all of a sudden and grunted loudly as he released into my burning hole. "If that doesn't do the trick, I'll invite some friends over" He brought out a sharpie, and drew a crude biohazard symbol just above my cock, "Let me know what your boy thinks of this symbol" I got back to my car, a text message awaited me. "Goodnight Sir, I didn't cum, and your cock is locked up for you"

At the fishing lake last night, I got fucked by a white haired fat guy with beer can cock. He looked just like any other married 50 something guy around these parts- jeans, tshirt, belly protruding out like he was 6 months pregnant, wearing a camo hat. He also had a nice push broom moustache, and that was the icing on the cake. He was really aggressive, and fucked me hard for at least 10 minutes, all the while referring to me as a good bitch/whore who was going to get his creampie. I was loving it, and was jerking my cock the whole time, cumming when he nutted in my ass. He quickly pulled out, and wiped his cock with my underwear....lol Nice touch I thought. He did slide a few fingers in and outta my cummy hole afterwards, and said 'nice pussy, thanks' before he got up and left.

While out on a bike ride a couple of days ago, I stopped by one of my town's bookstores as there were quite a few cars in the lot. Within maybe 5 minutes, I was sucking the dick of this cute college-aged guy wearing a t-shirt of our local university. I had my pants down around my ankles, no underwear (as usual), and my ass was still kind of sweaty from the bike ride. As I was sucking, hands grabbed my hips from behind and something hard pressed against my hole. I just kept sucking, didn't even look back to see who it was, and felt my hole open as a completely anonymous dick slid in - no lube, just the sweat from the ride and the heat of the back room. The guy I was sucking grabbed the back of my head to encourage me to keep working his dick, and I heard a third voice from off to the side say "Yeah, fuck his white pussy. Breed him." The guy fucking me lasted maybe two minutes before he shoved all the way in, and I heard him grunting out an "Oh fuck" as he unloaded into me. As soon as he pulled out, the other voice said "Now that you got some lube in there..." before I felt another dick slipping into me. I could feel something extra hard at first, and realized this second cock was pierced. This guy also grabbed onto my hips and fucked hard, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. The college boy I was sucking started thrusting hard into my mouth, gagging me on his dick, and it wasn't long before I felt his salty load blasting over my tongue just as the guy fucking me said "Yeah, take this load, fag" and started pumping his own cum into me. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "That's good pussy." I pulled off the college boy's dick and started to reach for my pants. College boy grabbed my arm and said "I got another load in me", moved behind me, and shoved his dick into my now very cummy hole. He fucked me for a couple of minutes, saying nothing, but I could hear him grunting and his breath getting faster and more shallow until he let out a loud moan as he coated my insides with his seed. He pulled out, and I could hear him zipping up his pants. "Slut," he said, but there was no malice in it - more like a gentle teasing - and then I saw his shadow leave the booth. It took maybe 15 minutes from start to finish, but it made the unplanned stop very much worth it.

Thank fuck groups are back, I sure as hell missed them. I had a group fuck at my place last Saturday; there were 9 of us, including my boy, Drew. We all knew each other from previous times but not met in well over a year. We all stripped - man is was hot to see a room full of hard men. Three men lay face down side by side on the bed and were mounted. I got real hard watching three tops fucking their subs. The smell of sweat and fucking was awesome. Me and the two other men got behind the tops and we buried our faces in their asses. From there we spent a couple of hours swapping roles until we all were ready to cum. We decided the youngest would be seeded, Drew. One by one we fucked Drew and seeded his asshole. I went last. The kid was fukkin full of cum. In bed later that night I spooned him and shoved my hard cock back inside him as he fell asleep.

This site has taught me so much I didn't know about cruising. Thanks everybody here, even the fiction. I went to my local St Louis Club on July 5 Holiday, after returning from a trip. No available rooms again, just lockers. I hung out in the dik pit. Sucked 5 BBC butt couldn't make any of them cum, never did see them cum, and I watched other dudes try to get'em off. Swallowed a few senior citizen loads, and one guy who had the coolest tatts and ZZtop beard. Got to get fucked in my favo postion= the fuck bench with a few hung wankers watching, one dude had a PA and the hardest cok I've seen. 3 men shot loads in me, all had huge dicks. Love when my blood and your cum are mixing in my cumhole. It is the best lube. I was in a room with 5 guys, got fucked by BBC, and 2 dudes gave me a cum bath. Finally in the pit, blew my toxic load down its throat, I sang like Pavarotti. Seems like more people have access to Viagra, they never lost their erections. I was using the Melanotan II. Young men continued to tell me they are not interested in me, which can be a mindfuck. 2 people told me "I look good for my age." =Thanks, I work hard at looking good everyday. I'm a sex addict who isn't going to hang it up soon. I am making up for a year of celibacy now. I practiced using a mantra for hot sex and it worked that night. I asked the clerk, Addie, what was the busiest night of the year so far, and she said tonight as far as she knew. I have been going to ClubStL since I turned 18. It has always been a beautiful facility with the rudest people/behavior I've seen in a bathhouse. Dudes keep clothes on now too, used to be no women, and patrons had to wear the towel. Many men were on the phone in the dark room, some were laughing and chatting- killing the mood for everybody. A beautiful pool outside with nice outdoor furniture, a great place to be on the phone. Every one has to show Identification every time for admittance. I heard a drama queen make the clerks job very difficult because of the ID rule. Gay men can be so cruel to one another, when we should be just showing the love, leave the hating outside. I have learned not to respond to hateful comments. I don't try to make clever come backs anymore. I'm really not that funny. I just walk away. Rules are changing quickly though. Thanks for reading this.

My bud will be in Orlando this Tuesday afternoon and evening and Wednesday morning taking all loads even with other add on std's. Bring your dicks, loads, well hydrated piss and std's and be prepared to share. Don't be shy could be a group situation so be ready to play well with others. If you can't get me here try BBRT. Hardydik is my screen name.

Daily / hourly when at home, edging but not cumming save that for a hole or throat !

I'm 36 years old. I've been in the closet bi since I was a teenager really. I've always had girlfriends and most were long term. Im Fairly good looking. Average build. I've always been pretty shy on the outside, but deep down inside I've always been a complete freak. Women always raved about my performance but they've always bored me. I've always had fantasies about being a bottom and getting fucked by all kinds of cocks and dominated by men. I started wearing panties when I was about 13. I loved the way it made my little ass look rounder and more defined. When masthbating I always imagined being the girl. I never had the balls to tell anyone or live out my sexual desire to be a bottom slut...to be continued I turned the hot water on and let the bathroom steam up a little bit while I undressed. I applied the nair to my entire body. I felt so hot and sexy as i rubbed it on my skin. The smell was putrid and it burned a bit but the though of being a completely smooth spun little sissy was all that mattered. After a few mins I wiped it off with a washcloth then jumped in the shower to get the rest off. I could see my hair going down the drain in clumps. I kept rubbing my smooth body. I'd never felt anything like this. Every part of my body was so sensitive. I rinsed off , applied some lotion. As in was putting the lotion on my ass I ran a finger down my crack and my asshole quivered at the feeling. Again my fingers couldn't stay out. Man I need some dick bad I thought to myself. I picked up my phone and took a few sexy pics for my adam4adam profile. My headline read "spun sissy for you". Before I knew it I was chatting with a guy named Mark who was a few miles away. He was also into pnp, a top, and liked boys in panties. I kept my little booty shorts on, and wore a small tank top. I made sure to pinch my nipples so they poked thru my shirt. While looking for sexy underwear in my friends drawer I came across some fishnets. Normally I wouldnt wear someone else's stockings but I couldn't resist the urge. All that mattered was looking and feeling as sexy as I felt. They felt amazing on my legs. I looked at myself in the mirror on my way back downstairs . I looked hot and I was certainly ready do devour Mark's cock. A few mins later Mark knocked on the door. I nervously opened it and smile. Hi Mark I'm Sunny. He looked me up and down and smirked devilishly. "Oh you are perfect" he said. This just made me melt. Bit my bottom lip and stuck my round little ass out a bit. He wasted no time and grabbed me in embrace. His hand went right to my ass and his tounge went down my throat. I melted in his arms. I had a few big lines thrown out on a plate to get things going. I offered him one and he obliged. He asked me if I ever did a line off someone's cock before. I told him I haven't but that it sounds fun. He pulled his semi hard 8 inch cock out and sat down on the couch. He had a little glass straw he loaded a big pile into. He laid down and carefully lined it up on his dick. I wasted no time and sniffed it all up. He asked me if I wanted a booty bump. I told him about the night before and how it led to this meetup and how it was my new favorite way to get high. He smiled and grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. "Put it in your mouth honey, make me feel good and I'll make make you feel so good. ". I did as he told me and slid his semi hard cock into my mouth. I licked all up and down his shaft, cleaning up the meth residue injustice snorted off him. I was so full of lust. I worked his shaft and balls like it was my job. I could feel his cock grow in my mouth. "That's a good boi, take it all in baby" He bottomed out in the back of my throat. "Damn honey you are really good at this" he told me. I looked him in the eyes and took him to the back of my throat and held it in until I felt like I was gonna pass out. I came up gasping for air with drool hanging from my lips to his cock. God this was amazing. When he was good and hard I had just gotten started. He told me to stop, turn around and stick my ass up. I did as I was told, thinking I was about to take my first cock up my birgun little pussy. I forgot all about his offer from a few mins ago. He stood there admiring my position. "This is gonna make you want to take cocks all night long. You are a great cocksuck and I'm gonna reward you. This may feel like alot but i promise you are gonna thank me later" I felt something cold and metal on my hole. It puckered and I shivered a bit when he stuck it in. It slid in and out easily a few times before he stuck it in all the way. It seemed small for a dildo but still felt good. After a few mins of what felt like teasing with this little toy I felt something liquid slowly filling my hole. It was a little cold at first but quickly turned to warm burning again . My hips started swaying involuntarily and I started moaning."This is gonna open you right up you sexy little slut" he whispered in my ear before smacking my ass. My head was spinning. My hole was aching to be filled. I was grinding my hips and ass into the air like a cat in heat. I never wanted a cock inside my begging little hole so bad before. My little soft cock was dripping precum down my leg. Mark said he had to use the bathroom and would be back in a second. I couldn't even respond. I was to busy rubbing my little cock and fingering my hole in complete spun out ecstacy. When Mark came back a minute later he was rock hard and looked really amped up. He took out his vial and stuck another big shard in his pisshole. "Bend over and get ready for the ride of your life honey" he told me as he positioned me on the arm of the couch so my ass was easily accessible. My hole was already dripping with his spun lube when I felt something abrasive on my hole followed by something big and warm slowly entering my eager pussy which was already nice and open from all the speed so Mark was able to slide right in."Damn Sunny, your little pussy feel so good. Most bois have to work it in slow" I let out a huge moan when I felt his shard covered head bottom out in me. I could feel his cock twitch a bit and felt a little warm liquid fill me. I thought he had cum already and for a moment was worried it was over already, but he just stuck his tounge in my mouth and grabbed my clitty and said, "my chem piss will help break down all that crystal inside your hole" As he said that I felt another huge rush come over me. My vision blurred, a whooshing sound washed through my ears. I clenched my pussy on his huge crystal covered cock. I felt so amazing on all fours having my virgin hole taken by a guy I didn't know. I felt a primal feeling taken over. All that mattered was milking Mark's huge dick with my asshole. "Oh God baby your cock feels so good inside me. Your piss feels so warm inside me. I can feel it dripping out my pussy. Oh god baby you feel so good, please cum inside me. I want to feel you dripping down my legs. Oh god please fuck me baby, don't stop ohhh". By now I was slamming my spun hole into his dick like a pro. I had never even been with a guy before this and here I was in panties, full of piss, meth, cock and lube begging for it like a little slut. It was that moment I knew I was right where I belong. We fucked for hours. He came inside me at least 4 times. That night He awoke my inner party princess and I let him have his way with me like a good sissy. When we were done I cleaned his cock off with my mouth. Tasting all the cum and meth turned me one even harder. He told me he had some things to go take care of but that he wanted to come back later for more fun. I kissed him lightly trying to be sweet. He liked it and jammed his tounge down my throat again. He squeezed my little cock and balls and told me I was his now and that be would see me again in a few hours. I laid there on the couch thinking about the last 24hours and how amazing it was. I was still high as a kite and still horny as sat there with cum still dripping out of my freshly fucked hole. I thought about jumping in the shower to clean up a bit but I felt so sexy and dirty knowing I was full of Mark's seed and speed. I felt so dirty and sexy having another man tell me I was his. What was I gonna do for the next couple hours? I decided I was gonna need something in my hole until Mark returned. I threw some shorts and flip flops on and took a ride to the porn shop. To be continued...

I hit up a faceless profile on Grindr. It said he was a 20 year old black top less than 1500 feet away. I figured I couldn’t go wrong. We swapped pics. He has a nice thick 7” or so. I invited him over. (For those who read my funny story last week, I had my new dog in his kennel. He barked a bit, but not right outside the door) We got naked. He was about 5’11” and 200 lbs with a cute face. He clearly did not want to kiss. I sucked his cock which was already rock hard while he worked my nipples. He started fingering my hole. After a moment or two, I grabbed my poppers and rolled over on my belly. He climbed up behind me and lubed up. He slowly slid a little ways in. He pulled out, adjusted his angle, then slid back in. He gave me a good hard fuck with decent stamina and shot a huge load in me. He cleaned up a bit and then got dressed to leave. The whole affair only took about 15 minutes, but it was a decent fuck. I told him to let me know whenever he needs to drop a load. He assured me he would. I hope he becomes a repeat.

I’ve always used Grindr or jackd to find tops and I’ve had 1v1 breeding and 1v13 breeding! I normally know what to expect when I meet top because they show pics! Today I was in Walmart looking for lube and a hot black guy walked up for the same! He asked what works the best and why! I laughed and told him I like Astro glide and that it was amazing. He made a joke saying “ i bet it helps the bottom take it like a champ” I wasn’t thinking and told him it well I love it for that reason! He smiled and said he was always curious to be with a guy, I told him I was getting lube for my Dildo but wish I had a real Dick ! He told me come to his hotel and he would help! I cleaned out and drove to his hotel and told to just walk in! As I walked in i seen him stroking the King Kong of BBC! I got down and couldn’t grab around his Dick! He was 10” easy! I began slowly sucking the tip because that’s all that fit! After sucking a while he bent me over then lubed me up and would take his Dick and slap my hole! After he finally got in he began to pound my ass! Skip 15-20 mins later and I felt him start to grow bigger and then he just slammed balls deep and told me he was bout to knock me up! I could feel his Dick throb and feel the warmth of his nut sloshing in my second hole deep! He kept pumping it deeper and deeper! I could feel his big sagging balls suck up with each rope of cum shot inside! He grabbed my hips and slammed balls deep using his Dick to plug my hole! After a few minutes he finally pulled out and i looked back to see his massive Dick glazed In Cum! I sucked his dick clean and let his load soak in! He made a statement saying that he was looking to host a sex party and that he had friends who want to join! So if they come here I’m told I may have to take 15 to 20 tops?

Benny pushed his forearm into the small of my neck hard and pressed his fat cock head into my lubed ass. I swallowed a yelp. I wasn't ready for that. I did my best to meditatively breath as Benny pounded my virgin ass. His cock flopped out of me and I felt lube run down my balls. "Your ass is so tight. I thought you were lying about being straight." What a weird fucking day. We moved in next to Benny a few months back. He was super gay and loved to make me uncomfortable by aggressively flirting with me in front of my wife Sara. We both thought it was tacky but unimportant. We certainly wanted a harmonious relationship with our neighbor. Benny and I became friendly and we would hang out at his bachelor pad. It was fun and so was Benny. Sara didn't love it but couldn't come up with any non homophobic reasons to complain so was always outwardly supportive of being neighborly. I'd gone next door to watch an NBA playoff game. Sara was having a couple friends by for coffee and boggle. Benny and I were having a good time watching the first half and throwing back beers and smoking some potent weed. At half time Benny said he wanted to watch something else and switched over to gay porn. "C'mon man. You know I'm straight." "Sex is sex. You can get into this." "Oh so you can get into straight porn." "Fuck yeah of course. I've fucked plenty of women." "Really? How many?" I was embarrassed by his answer. It was way more than me. "And are you saying you've never had sex with a guy?" "Yeah I definitely am." "Let me suck your cock." I was shocked by his directness. On screen a young guy was getting fucked over a classroom desk. My cock stiffened. "Benny I don't want things to be weird." "Then let me blow you. Don't make it a big deal." I stood up and pulled down my shorts and underwear. By by now I was rock hard . Benny swallowed me and slid a finger in my ass. It all felt so fucking good. I fixed my eyes on the screen, watching incredibly hot bareback anal sex. Two of Benny's fingers were in my ass when I exploded in his mouth. Fuck that was one of the hottest orgasms I'd ever had. Benny swallowed my load. "Fuck that was hot." "Yeah it was... My turn!" "Wait. I didn't say I would blow you." "Really, you're that kind of guy? Don't return the favor?" What the fuck was this? He knows I'm married. "No I'm really not. I always eat pussy. But to be frank I can't go home with dick breath." He laughed "well I guess it'll have to be your ass." I paused and watched the action on screen. It was so hot and I knew I wanted to be the one getting fucked. "Okay. Just wear a condom and try to cum before too long." Benny rolled a magnum down his cock and squirted a glob of lube. I had never been so horny before. *** He slapped against my ass a couple more times and then he told me he was cumming. I arched my back and got ready to finish this experience. He pulled out and rubbed his cock against my asshole. I realized he wasn't wearing a condom anymore. I twisted around. "What the fuck?" Benny was impassive. Semen was dripping out of me and I needed to get cleaned up. ***** "Who won?" "Oh uh" "Got too distracted by Benny to pay attention to the game?" "Haha yeah something like that. I'm embarrassed to say but I smoked some weed with him and got too high." Sara was not impressed. She didn't like when I got high and she didn't like Benny. And she didn't even know that I had a load of his cum in me.

i could get fucked like this all day, lol. so many amazing thins about it. you can feel his weight on you holding you down, he's in control, he wraps his arms around you tight as fuck when he's about to cum which is beyond amazing. and you can hear and feel the nice clapping sounds of his pelvis hitting your butt cheeks. prone bone/lazy doggy is the best hands down. please feel free to message me.

First base is anal 🙂

It started out as a bachelor party in Vegas. I started to get really burnt the first night and snuck away to the entourage in Vegas. I don’t bottom a ton so I sat down in the back and was just looking around someone came up and wanted me to blow him. So I did. Then I felt something on my shoulder and turned around to 4 more dicks. My inner slut said take care of them. So I guess my ass was in the air just high enough and I got my first bbc shoved in my hole. He blew his load in me (thank god cause I lost my lube) and he was replaced with another huge cock. This went on for another 45 min before all my tops came in my hole. I went back the next night and spent 4 hours there. My hole was gaped and still sore. I can’t wait to get back

Camping in Dorset 18th July for a week, any local tops want to unload in my tight ass? No load refused.

I'm vers, leaning towards vers btm, BUT I've definitely been a top at many, many hotel/motel cumdump sessions. Why? Well, mainly I love the utter sleaziness of it and am really turned on by fucking a fellow cumdump slut. Also, given I've hosted many cumdump scenes (as the btm), it's only fair I feel to share the loads around and help fill other cumdumps up with loads.

Chapter 19, Final Revelation Jeff and Fernando took several minutes to get dressed, continuing to watch the boy they just double fucked. He was currently feeling his gaped pussy and sticking fingers inside it. Jeff was the first to think about it and ask Sir. “What are you going to do with him? Is he yours now?” Sir understood what Jeff was asking and shook his head. “I’m stepping back from owning another boy. I don’t think anyone could out do Joey.” Sir and Jeff looked to where Joey was at and saw him on his hands and knees, his ass still being eaten out by Oscar. “Ralphieboy is yours if you guys want him.” Jeff nodded and walked back over to Fernando and told him what happened. Fernando’s face changed into a wicked grin. “We both know we want him. No one else has ever taken us both. But we’re not going to take him.” Jeff started to argue this, but Fernando cut him off. “We’re not going to take him. He’s going to beg us.” Jeff smiled at this devious plan, already devising steps to make it happen. Jeff went to the desk and saw Ralph’s phone, still open. He saw that, as Sir suspected, he had been watching a gay porn to jerk off to. Jeff recognized the video immediately, a Treasure Island clip of a gangbang in Palm Springs. Blindfolded boy taking several DP in a row. Jeff laughed, thinking that Ralphieboy had not expected that he’d be in that situation so fast. Jeff texted himself from Ralphieboy’s phone and then entered a new contact, “we double fucked you pussyboi,” and entered both his and Fernando’s phone numbers. He then grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a brief note, “We can do that again. Look in your phone.” Leaving the paper on the desk, Jeff noticed a pile of dirty laundry on the floor. He walked over to it, getting hit with the distinctive smell of jock boys. He found what he was looking for, two of Ralphieboy’s used jockstraps. One was a black one, and Jeff could see dried cum on it. The other one was a yellow jock, immediately making Jeff wonder what Ralphieboy was really like. Jeff showed them to Fernando who smiled and said, “Both, let’s go.” Sir turned to Oscar and Joey. “That’s enough Oscar, times up.” Oscar pulled his face out from Joey’s ass and stood up. Joey sighed in content. Oscar got dressed and thanked Sir for allowing him to felch each hole. “Shut up and give me your phone.” Sir wanted Oscar to remain in confusion about whether he was in good or bad favor. Sir texted his number from Oscar’s phone then immediately deleted the text. He controlled the boy. Sir tossed Oscar’s phone back, and Oscar barely caught it. “I may or may not be in touch. Get the fuck out of my sight you disgusting pig.” Sir smiled on the inside; he knew he’d break this guy too. Sir walked to the bed where Joey was sitting, still naked and with his knees up and his arms wrapped around them. “Get up boy, time to leave.” Joey looked up at Sir, and Sir saw a look in Joey’s eyes that he had not seen for a few days; a combination of fear and disgust. Sir ignored this and told him again to get up and get dressed. Joey, still in physical pain from what just happened, slowly stood up. Sir, seeing Joey in this condition, started to reach out to help, but quickly stopped himself. He had to remain in the Sir role. Joey took a few minutes to get dressed. He noticed Ralph curled up on the floor, moaning incoherently. Joey suspected that Ralph’s life had just taken an unexpected turn and looked at Sir. “Don’t worry about him. He’s going be fine.” Joey finished getting dressed, grabbed his backpack and waited for Sir to exit the room to take his place behind him. Sir told him to walk in front, “I want to show off my property. Although, most of these guys have seen a lot of you already.” Joey took the lead, initially lowering his head in subservience. After a few steps, Joey chose to risk punishment and lifted his head up, choosing to walk in pride as the property of his Sir. Sir noticed this immediately, a sense of the same pride coming into him. “Good boy, but you do not get to walk this way all the time.” “Understood Sir. Sir and his boy exited the dorm, with occasional grins and comments from guys who had used or abused Joey’s hole. Surprisingly, the comments remained either positive or neutral; there were no insults or harassment. As they arrived at the car, Joey began to walk to the drivers side to open the door. “You don’t need to do that Joey.” Although it was the same voice, Joey knew it wasn’t the same voice. Brian was back and Sir was gone. With that, boy Joey also disappeared and Joy came back. Joey looked back at Brian and said, “I don’t need to. But I want to.” He opened the door fr Brian, who stopped in front of Joey before getting in. “You amaze me Joey. I l…” Brian stopped himself, not wanting to go to fast. Joey heard what Brian was about to say and saw his face change. To make the situation more at ease, Joey replied, “I do too,” before walking around the car and getting in. Getting to Brian’s, they walked in and Joey took it all in. It was not a flashy, overdone house. It wasn’t a dump either. As Brian was, so was his house. A comfortable and calm place. Joey, not wanting to push his luck, asked where he should put his bag. Brian smiled and said, “I’ll show you your room.” At his core, Joey knew he would not be in the same room as Brian, but it still hurt. Brian gave Joey a tour of the house. In the first bedroom, which had a queen bed and nice furniture, Joey began to set his bag down. “This is the guest bedroom, not yours.” They then walked further down the hall, past a set of double doors. Joey knew for certain that was Brian’s room. At the back of the hall they reached another room. When Brian opened the door, Joey’s heart and stomach fell. This room was horrible: a twin size bed that looked older than Joey and mismatched furniture that looked like Goodwill rejects. Joey remained silent, not wanting to offend Brian. Brian turned to Joey and said, “I know it’s not much, but what do you think of the room?” Brian specifically chose his words; he already knew what Joey believed. “Oh, it’s uh, fine. It’ll be okay.” Brian looked at Joey and asked, “Are you sure about it.” Joey half-heartedly nodded his head. Brian bellowed out in laughter, something Joey had never heard. Joey thought Brian was laughing at him and he could feel shame rising up. After he finished laughing, Brian looked at Joey sand said, “Joey, I would make my worst enemy sleep in that room. It came like that with the house and I haven’t gotten around to changing it.” “I wouldn’t make my worst enemy stay in there. I sure as hell wouldn’t put the best thing that’s happened to me in there.” Joey’s spirit lifted again. “C’mon Joey, one more room to see.” They walked back down the hall to the double doors. Brian said, “I hope you’ll say yes, because I’d like this to be our room. If you’re not ready for that, you can have the guest room.” Joey didn’t want to appear overeager, do he waited to answer. Brian opened the door to the master suite, and Joey was hooked. It was furnished understated but beautiful with everything matching. The bathroom had a separate soaking tub and a shower that could easily fit three. Joey turned to Brian and said, “I’ve never dreamed of this. I’d love for this to be our room.” With that, they embraced and kissed more deeply and passionately then either had before. Brian pulled away from the kiss and said, “Since you agreed to make this our bedroom, why don’t we test the bed out?” giving Joey a sexy grin. He saw Joey briefly flinch before he said “Yes” and Brian thought nothing of it. They moved to the bed, where Brian gently pushed Joey down onto his back. Brian stripped Joey to his jockstrap and admired the body Joey had. Joey watched Brian take his own clothes, realizing he’d never seen Brian naked. He’d actually never seen anything but his face. Brian had a nice body, not muscular or over/under sized. He was the guy that Joey had always wanted. When he saw Brian’s dick, which was already hard, his mind flashed back to that night barely a week before, in the bathroom stall at the rest stop. This was the cock, this was the man, who’d taken his virginity, who had started him on the path, that led him here. Brian saw the look on Joey’s face and instantly knew. Joey finally recognized him. He stood still, choosing not to say anything. Joey looked up at Brian and simply said, “It was you.” This wasn’t a question, but a statement. Brian nodded his head. “It was, I di…” Joey stopped him with the words, “Thank you.” Seeing the surprise in Brian’s face, Joey said, “If we hadn’t met there, we wouldn’t be here. Fuck me Brian.” “No Joey. Here, in our home, I’ll make love to you. And if you want to, you can make love to me.” Joey was confused, but when he realized what Brian meant, he started to ask, “You…” “Only with you.” The sex that occurred over the next hour was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. The passion of it made each man more intense. There was no pain, embarrassment or degrading of Joey. For Brian, he was seeing a man he loved, not just a hole to unload in. Although he did unload in Joey several times. Joey, despite still being in pain from the dorm room brutality, felt no pain when Brian was making love to him, no matter the position. The first time Brian said he was going to cum in Joey, Joey prepared to feel the burning inside him. There was none on any of the four loads that Brian gave him. After both lovers were exhausted, they curled up together in the bed. Brian asked Joey how he was and Joey simply kissed him as answer. When they woke up from their nap, the sun had already set. Brian said, “Let’s eat. You need food.” Brian got out of bed first and Joey could not help but stare at the ass of the man he loved. In the kitchen, Joey sat at the island, watching Brian make food. Brian glanced over and saw a look of perplexity on Joey’s face. “What’s going on Joey? You’re not regretting anything are you?” Joey snapped out of his brain and quickly said, “No. Definitely not regretting anything. I’m just trying to put pieces together.” As Brian plated up their food and brought it to Joey, he asked, “Do want to talk about it?” Joey started to decline but changed his mind, “Yeah. I think I need to. Because a lot of the confusion includes you.” Brian flinched at that statement, fearing it might be really bad. Joey proceeded to unpack all of his thoughts into a long flow of words. “That night, when you fucked me in the bathroom, it hurt like hell. When you shot your load in me, I was so disgusted by the idea of having a man’s cum in me. But I didn’t feel anything else. I still think there was another guy who fucked me, but I can’t remember. And you won’t… you can’t tell me.” “From then on, beginning with all the loads at the rest stop, there was a burning every time someone shot in me. Except, there was one time. The time that Shawn fucked me at the motel. There was no burning.” “Up until today, the burning and pain continued. Every time I was fucked, it hurt like a mother fucker, sorry. Every load burned me inside.” “But then today. Today is what has me so confused. At the restaurant, in the bathroom? I felt no pain when he fucked me and no burning when he unloaded in me. When Thunder fisted me? There was pain, but only because that fucker has some big ass hands. Each of you came in me, including Thunder. There was no pain or burning. The first time Thunder tucked me? Pain and burning.” “Then at the dorm, the pain was ever present. From the first fuck to the last, every load Byrne like hell. I felt like I was gonna die from that fisting. It felt like he was going to rip me apart. The guys jerking off IN my ass?” “But then here, with you, there was no pain or burning. It was the opposite; only the most pleasurable and intense connection.” “What the hell does this mean?” Brian looked at him, into his eyes, and simply said, “I could answer that for you, but it will be better for you to figure it out for yourself.” Joey looked to Brian and stuck his tongue out. “Thanks for your help old wise one.” Brian laughed and said, “Don’t call me old, and from what Shawn told me, I know you can make better use of that tongue.” Over dinner, they chatted idly about the next few days and how Joey would manage school and baseball and everything else. Joey froze and dropped his fork. Brian called out to him to ask if he was okay. Joey realized something that he’d pushed away in his brain. Something that terrified him. “Today is Tuesday right?” Brian said it was. Joey looked at Brian and simply said, “I meet Him on Thursday,” emphasizing the Him. Brian looked at him, “Does that still scare you?” Joey said, “Hell yeah it does. Although hell maybe a bad choice of word to use.” Brian smiled at that, but left it alone. “Joey, you may not believe me now, but you’ll be fine. It’s always scary leading up to your first meeting with Him. But the reward? It’s always worth it.” Joey said, “You’re right. I don’t believe you.” The next two days were the worst. He couldn’t keep his mind on school, baseball was horrible as more of the guys had chosen that using Joey was fine. After practice, he was cornered by five guys, including the outfielder that had fucked him the day before. Using their jockstraps, they tied him to a shower bar. The outfielder shoved his smelly jockstrap in Joey’s mouth to keep him quiet. “I’ve been wearing that just for you.” The five players the took turns raping Joey there in the shower, giving him a total of seven loads. Joey got home after the shower incident and found an envelope sitting on the table. It had his name written on the front in red. There was no address or postage, so Joey though maybe Brian had left him a note. Joey opened the envelope and remove the sing me sheet of paper. Immediately, he knew it was not from Brian. The note read, “Joey, the time has come for us to meet. Tomorrow at 7:00pm at the address below. Tell no one.” There was no name on the note. Joey told Brian the next morning that he was not feeling well and would be staying home. Joey spent the entire day trying to think of anything but tonight. He couldn’t. At 4:00, Brian called to see how Joey was doing and to say he’d be working late. At 6:30, Joey got in the car and drove to the address on the note. As scared as he was, he needed answers. He arrived at the location, a large house in the country side. There was only one car in the driveway. Joey confirmed that he was in the right place. He almost turned the car around to leave, but wouldn’t do that. He finally got out and walked to the door. After he rang the door bell a well dressed man opened it and asked, “What can I do for you?” Joey stumbled through his words before finally being able to say, “I was told to be here at 7:00.” “You must be Joey. Enter. Take your shoes off and follow me. The Master will be around for you shortly.” Joey flinched at the word Master, and when he saw this, the man smiled. “That would be the Master of the house.” The man led Joey to a comfortable seating room and pointed out a chair for Joey. On the table was a bottled water and a meat and cheese tray. Within 10 minutes, Joey heard conversation outside the room before the door opened. A man, around 6’ with sandy blonde hair that was professionally cut walked in. “Hello Joey, so sorry to keep you waiting. How are you this evening?” Joey was surprised at the friendly greeting and the appearance of the man. He said, “I’m okay. A bit nervous.” “Joey, you have nothing to worry about. There’s nobody here but you and me. And I won’t bite.” “Now, do you know why I asked you here tonight?” Joey nodded, “It has to do with what happened last week and what I’ve been going through since then.” The man, who still had not given a name, nodded and, “Very good. Is there anything else you want to know before we go on?” Joey looked at the man, seeing something familiar in him. He also heard something in the back of his mind, but couldn’t figure out what it was. “Who are you?” The man smiled, “You are very direct. Why do you ask that? Is it important?” Joey, beginning to get frustrated with his questions being met with questions, said, “I need the answers, which I believe YOU told me, that when I was ready, I would be given. I’m ready now.” There was a brief look of surprise in the man’s eyes and he sat back in his chair. “Well done, Joseph. I believe you’ve made some connections. Including, connecting the two times we have met. Tell me what those two times were and we can move forward.” Joey responded, “You were the second man to fuck me in the bathroom at the rest stop. But, you looked much different then. And then, I saw you when I passed out at the motel when that guy was using me. Again, you didn’t look like you do now. But the voice, it’s the same. And familiar.” The man responded effortlessly, “You are correct on all points. Now I believe you asked me who I am? My name is Alfred Collins.” Joey was caught off guard by this. “Collins? As in…?” The man nodded his head and confirmed, “Yes, Joseph. As in your last name. I am your uncle. Your father’s older brother,” he spoke the word father’s in a voice of disgust. Joey was completely confused. “I don’t have an uncle. My father was an only child.” Alfred spoke, “Look at me Joseph. Listen to my voice. What are they telling you?” Joey nodded, “You’re not lying. But, I’m still confused.” Alfred said, “I’m sure you are, but the first step in ending that confusion was accepting that truth. Now, think back to our second meeting, in that bright room. Repeat what I told you.” Joey started to say he couldn’t remember, but as if a door opened, the conversation became clear. “You said I was much brighter than you expected, considering my lineage. You were talking about my father” Alfred nodded, “Quickly making that connection indicates I was right about your intelligence. Our family has a long standing connection with our Lord, Lucifer. We have been his servants and eyes in this world for generations. You do recognize the name Lucifer?” When Joey nodded, Alfred continued. “In our family, every male is told of the lineage at age 18, and their role in the ongoing generation is created. The women in the family do it go trough this process. It is something they learn very early on and know much more.” “When I turned 18 and learned of our lineage and our role in the world, it was very easy for me to identify my ability. I believe you can now remember, from your own experience, what my ability is?” As he said that, another door opened in Joey’s mind, and he watched and listened to the brutal rape his uncle committed upon him. Joey recoiled in disgust at everything he saw and heard. But in that same remembering, answers to his questions flooded through his mind. “I remember now, and yes, I know what your ability is.” “When your father came of age and learned his truth, he gave into weakness. He turned his back on his family, his lineage and his responsibilities. He moved across the country, think he’d be safe from us. He was completely unaware that we had eyes on him from the day he ran. Once a man leaves his role in the family, he gives up any chance of returning. He becomes a pariah, an outcast, an enemy of our Lord. Since they still retain knowledge of the truth of our lineage, we must closely watch, so they do not create trouble. I will commend your father; he has kept all knowledge to himself.” “Though your father abandoned his birthright, that does not allow him to take your birthright from you. When you were born, you were placed under watch, so as we could begin to know what your specific skill would be. By time you were 16, we knew. You also knew, but refused to accept it.” Overwhelmed by all the information given, Joseph did not know what to say. As he took time to process everything, especially the last statement, it hit him between the eyes. “I… I’m meant to serve men for their pleasures. In doing that, by being a fuck hole for them to use, those who are weak and recruitable are brought to my Lord, to serve him.” Alfred smiled and said, “That is correct. Do you realize your choice of words? You said, ‘My Lord’. You do understand what you meant?” Joseph nodded and finally embraced it. “He is my Lord and I am his servant. That is my birthright. I accept that.” Alfred smiled, “Very good, nephew. You have no idea how pleased I am to hear that my brother’s weakness was not passed onto you.” Joseph asked, “Uncle, can you answer me a question?” Alfred responded, “Now that you are a member of the family, there will be no more questions or confusion. What do you need to know?” Hearing that there would be no more questions or confusion, Joseph realized there was more than one question and said this to Alfred. He smiled and replied, “It’s never a single question. Go on.” Joseph asked, “My feelings for Brian and his for me? Are they real or just part of my role in the family legacy?” Alfred smiled more than ever. “Joseph, I can assure you that the feelings between you and Brian are 100% authentic. As I watched it unfold, it shocked me. I have known Brian for many years and never expected this for him. “ Joseph felt tears run down his face, the fear that he’d been hiding was dissolved. Alfred quietly handed Joseph his handkerchief and said, “I understand. Let it go.” Joseph looked into his uncle’s eyes for the first time and realized that he had known fear before. “When you’re ready, Joseph, continue with your questions.” Joseph took several minutes to be able to resume. “My next question, I think is more to confirm what I believe and not to get an answer. When you gave me my gift, you said I may enjoy my role as a cunt for men to use. Or that I may hate it, never accept my role and fight it for the rest of my life. You said that every time a man used me and came in me, I would feel a burning in me, a burning in my soul. Is that true?” Alfred nodded and said, “That’s a pretty accurate summary.” Joseph continued, “It can’t be true. At least not completely true. There have been many times that the burnings have occurred: the gang bangs and the clinic. But there have been other times where there was no burning. Brother Michael in the bathroom. Brother Shawn at the motel. Brian.” Alfred intervened, “That is an easy answer. You are not affected in anyway by Brothers, to those who have given their allegiance to our Lord. I believe you know why you are not affected by Brian.” Joseph responded, “Because I love him. I should not have said that to you.” Alfred asked, “Why not? Are you ashamed of it?” Joseph snorted, “Absolutely not. The exact opposite. I should not have said it to you because the first person I should have said it to is Brian.” Alfred said, “You will be fine. You only told me because I opened the door for you to understand.” Joseph took a moment and continued, “What about Thunder? And Marcus?” Alfred said , “You’ll have to tell me who they are. I don’t fully track every man you’ve been with. You’re quite prolific after all,” laughing at his own innuendo. Joseph explained who each was and what happened with each. He explained both the first fuck from Thunder and the fisting and second fuck. Alfred asked, “What was different with those men? Maybe an easier explanation is what was different between the first and second time with Thunder?” Joseph looked at Alfred and said, “You and Brian both did that. Putting my question back on me. And I think I already figured it out. I initiated what happened with Marcus at the restaurant and with Thunder at his shop, at least the fisting experience. If i initiate something, because I want it to happen, then there’s no burning, no pain, at least not that endures after. Did I get it right?” Alfred nodded his head and then put his hand up. “I’m going to caution you now Joseph. I believe I already know what your next question is and you probably will not like the answer. Is your next question is along the lines of if the burning and physical pain does not happen in one type of sex, but does not happen in another, can’t it all just be burn and pain free?” Joseph simply nodded his head to confirm. Alfred said, “I’m afraid not Joseph and it never can be. When I gave you your gift, you were resisting accepting your truth, that you were to be a hole for men to use as they wanted and to take there loads. Since you refused to accept it prior to your gift, it has continued on. You accept and embrace your role now, but at the cost of the physical pain and burning. There may be times that you engage in sex with a man because you want to. Those will be few and far between. The rest of the time, acting in service to your Lord, this will be your penance. Do you understand?” Joseph, not happy with the answer, said, “I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand. May I ask one last question for now?” Alfred nodded and said, “This is the one I’ve been expecting. The one I’m always asked.” Joseph said, “The you that fucked me in the bathroom and gave me my gift? The one in the bright room? That’s not a costume. Who is that?” Alfred responded, “No, it is not a costume. It is me. Or at least the me that is presented when needed. That is my gift from our Lord. It is one that is not given frequently. I am only third in 300 years.” Joseph nodded his head and said, “Wow.” Alfred then told Joseph, “I’d like to address a fear you have but have not brought up.” Joseph nodded, “HIV.” Alfred confirmed it. “I understand your fear am aware of you getting medication to prevent it.” Seeing Joseph flinch, Alfred assured him, “Do not worry, you’re not in trouble. You acted as many do and it’s okay. However, you do need to know, and you can confirm it with a doctor if you want, but you are now HIV+.” Joseph broke down in tears and barely heard Alfred calling to him. When he finally did, he saw a strange look on his face. Alfred seemed to draw fear out of Joseph and said, “You have nothing to fear. As a Servant, you are protected. You will not get sick and die. You will not need medication. You will be fine. You will be a giver of the Blessing.” Joseph took a minute to completely accept this and said, “Okay.” Alfred said, “If we’re done here, I believe there are a few people who’d like to see you. Friends nothing sexual. Are you ready?” Joseph said, “Yes, uncle, I am,” As if on plan, there was a knock at the door that Alfred had entered. Alfred sat quietly in his chair staring at Joseph. When the knock came a second time, Alfred said, “Perhaps you should answer the door? It’s quite rude to make people wait.” Joseph, confused by this, stood up and walked to the door and opened it. “Hello my love,” Brian said. Caught off guard, Joseph stood silently trying to figure out if he was imagining this. He reached out and touched Brian’s face, realizing he was really there. “I love you, Brian.” With a smile on his face and a tear in his eye, Brian replied, “And I love you, my Joseph. Let’s get going we don’t want to keep Shawn and the others waiting.” The End.

For me getting a cock in my ass is always the goal. I’ll take a cock anyway my top wants to use me; his choice!!! Though I agree, I love getting fucked, face down, on my stomach or on my knees, ass up is the best!!! I love the anonymous cock, and never seeing my top. When I’m face down, ass up all my other senses are so much more heightened. The sound of the door opening, the top entering the room and seeing my ass for the first time, hearing some of them saying a a quiet, “damn guy,” and the first touch of the tops hand on my naked ass; warm or cold hand and then the first of his fingers exploring my hole; I’m hearing and feeling it all. Next the sound of his belt unbuckling, sound of his pants coming off, then his underwear, is he already hard or hearing him jerk on his cock and finally that first feel of the tip of his cock as he tests my hole and the feel of that first thrust into my hole is all amazing and my senses are all heightened when I’m face down, ass up on my stomach….it is the best!!!!

Same here. Even if I had sex with guys

Being a cumdump does not mean being a bugchaser. When I was 20 we didn't have PrEP so as a cumdump I turned to chasing so I could control the when/how/who of being pozzed. A cumdump is a bottom who gets pleasure from being a submissive receptacle of and outlet for tops in need of the pleasures of release. Thanks to PrEP there are a lot more cumdumps who can fulfill their fantasies without the risks of seroconversion.

It bears pointing out that Dawson’s adventures are cinematic productions carefully engineered for visual effect. I’m quite sure it’s a lot easier to keep a veritable lake of semen in your ass if you have a crew around you helping you stay in position. The rest of us mere mortals have to contend with gravity, and as a guy who has actually had a Dawson-level gang-fucking (30+, not 50, but I’ve done 20+ More than once) I can tell you that no matter how long you let it work its way deep into you, if you’ve got that much cum in your ass, as soon as you’re upright it’s on its way to the exit. The thing is, by the time you’ve taken that many cocks, it’s almost impossible not to have at least a little bit of a gape - a plug is pretty much the only way to make sure it stays bottled up.

"Let me slip it in, just a little. You've got such a cute ass, I need to feel your hole grab the head of my dick. Don't worry, I won't fuck you, I won't cum in you, just let me slip the head of my dick in a little." That's what Tom said right before he fucked me for the first time and filled my HIV negative guts full of his virus laden semen. He'd moved across the hall from me a few months before and I'd introduced myself and asked him over for a beer. He accepted and promised to reciprocate when he was settled. It was obvious he was gay, a big, butch black man given to wearing leather with tight white tshirts and equally tight, carefully worn 501s. I'd never been interested in men in the slightest, but I found myself attracted to him. He was ruggedly handsome, very fit and moved like an athlete. I couldn't help but notice the very large bulge in his crotch. Was it true what they said about black men? One night a week or so after he moved in I came in late and drunk from the bars and took a while unlocking my door. I could hear what was clearly the sound of Tom having sex through his door. His deep voice was growling urgently, another male voice whined and begged. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but hearing them made my dick hard. My bedroom was next to Tom's so I opened the window and collapsed on the bed, pants down, my hand slowly stroking my cock. I could hear better and made out occasional words and phrases, like 'fuck me' and 'breed you' and something that might have been 'knock', something or other. I listened intently, stroking my dick, imagining Tom was fucking me, and also wondering what would it be like to have sex with a man. With Tom? I shot my load as I heard Tom bellow, obviously cumming in the guy he was fucking. I licked up my load, wishing it was Tom's cum I was eating. The next morning I remembered what I'd done and tried to feel disgusted at being aroused by a man. Why did my dick stiffen when I thought of Tom's cock filling a man's ass with cum, filling my ass with cum? In any event, a couple of days later I answered a knock on my door and found Tom standing there. He was wearing a wife beater and cutoff 501s. His nipples had large rings in them and the bulge in the shorts was very large. My dick started to swell. "Come over for a beer, a new batch of homebrew is ready." I followed him in to his place and took a beer, he waved to the living room with the invitation "Have a seat." I did my best to sit so my excitement was not obvious, but Tom noticed. We made small talk and the beer went fast, it was good. He stood up and smiled at me, then slipped off his shirt, saying "It's hot in here. Do you mind?" I shook my head dumbly as he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, then went to the kitchen saying "Time for more beer. Strip if you like, Mike. It's too hot for clothing." As he walked into the kitchen I couldn't help looking at his body, thinking to myself that he looked good. My dick stirred: I was more than a little aroused. I never been at all interested in men, but...he looked good. Tom came back with two bottles and towel. I looked at him and couldn't help staring at his cock. He was huge, completely flaccid he was longer and thicker than me hard, it swung back and forth heavily as he walked. His balls were equally large and hung low. There was a tattoo of the universal symbol for biohazard on his abdomen just to left of his cock. My dick stirred more, I was getting an erection. I blushed, Tom couldn't help notice it through my thin shorts. He looked at my crotch and smiled suggesting "Lose the shorts, Mike. You'll be more comfortable." I was startled to realize it was command, not a suggestion. My dick was fully erect. I slipped off the shorts. Tom smiled broadly as he saw my hard dick, which was oozing precum. I looked at his cock: it was stirring, growing. Thinking this encounter was going in a direction that made me uneasy, I considered leaving, but I didn't want to leave. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I was more excited than I had been in a long time. Tom smiled sat me and moved in his chair, I saw his cock stirring, thickening, the pink head just peeking through the foreskin was wet with precum. I couldn't help it, my mouth watered and I licked my lips. Tom beckoned to me, pointing at his cock, commanding "Come over here, Mike. I know you want to." I went and sat beside him, mesmerized by his rapidly growing dick, wondering what would it be like to touch it. As if he read my mind, Tom said "You can touch it if you like, Mike, it won't bite. Go ahead. I can see you want to." The truth was, I did want to touch his cock. It was fascinating. Only partially erect, his long thick, very dark black cock was much was larger than my hard cock. His foreskin hung long over the tip, precum oozed out. My mouth watered as I wondered what would it be like to suck it. Tom reached down and took my dick in his hand, stroking slowly. I moaned and almost shot my load. He laughed softly. He was seducing me. He twirled his finger around the head, smearing precum over it, and then removed his hand. My cock was hard and throbbing. Tom's hand had felt so good stroking it, and I had come very close to shooting my load, but he had stopped and in so doing, had frustrated me. I wished he hadn't. I wanted him to make me cum. I would return the favor: I wouldn't stop. I reached down and took his dick in my hand, marveling at my first feel of another man's penis. I felt him stiffen and stir in my hand, growing. The pink head peeked through the foreskin more, precum flowing. I stroked the head and loved the slippery feel of precum. Tom slipped his fingers in my mouth, I licked and tasted my precum. I wanted to taste his, I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I slid my hand up his hardening shaft, then down, pulling the foreskin back from the head. The head of Tom's cock was large, pink, wet. My mouth watered. I lowered my head for a better look. Tom sighed and whispered to me "Go ahead, Mike, you know you want to, you know you will. Suck my cock. Mike, suck me and make me cum in your mouth. Suck me off." My heart pounded as I looked as the fully erect cock. He was fully erect, had to be almost ten inches long, I hadn't known real cocks got that big, and he was thick. Tom took my head in his hands and pushed my mouth down to his cock, rubbing the head on my lips. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest as Tom whispered "Suck it, Mike, suck my dick!" I opened my mouth and he pushed in, sliding past my lips, rubbing the roof of my mouth, butting the back of my mouth. Tom grunted and pushed harder, the head of his cock slid down my throat. I couldn't believe I had a dick in my mouth. I loved it. He stopped with almost five inches of thick, hard cock in my throat. I was very surprised there was no gag reflex, Tom told me later that if a cock is long enough to put at least a couple of inches in the throat, it bypassed the reflex. "That's good, bitch, that's good. I knew you were a queer when I first laid eyes on you, knew I was going to fuck your pretty mouth and make you my bitch. Take it, white boy. Suck my black dick, white boy!" Tom fucked his cock in and out of my throat, using me like a fuck toy. I loved it, loved a larger, older black man using me, making me his bitch. Was he going to want to fuck my ass? I wouldn't do that, it was too risky. I wanted to. My dick exploded, squirting cum all over Toms' leg. He moaned and pulled his dick out of my throat and rubbed the head on the roof of my mouth. I felt spurt after spurt of creamy, tangy, sour semen jet out, filling my mouth and leaking out my lips. I gulped eagerly, loving that a black man had fucked my mouth and was cumming in me. I wanted him to cum in my ass. I sucked and swallowed, moaning, nursing all the cum out of his cock I could get. Tom fondled the back of my head while I sucked him and sighed "That was very good, Mike. You're a good cocksucker. I'm going to teach you the ways of man on man sex, I'll show you a world you never really knew existed, you'll love it. "Don't worry about being queer, lots of men like women and have sex with men. You will too." Tom shooed me away after a few minutes, saying he had a trick coming, that we'd do this again. That excited me, I knew I was his trick now, I hoped he wanted me soon. I was a cocksucker now and I loved it. Tom had me suck him off several times a week, sometimes there would be other guys there and Tom would tell me to service them. I did so gladly, eager to feel men cum in my mouth. One night after sucking Tom off I thought about the biohazard tattoo, I knew it meant something, but I couldn't remember what. I googled it and gaped at the results. Tom was HIV positive! I had been swallowing poz cum for weeks and he hadn't told me. It didn't take much research to find out it was almost impossible to get infected by sucking poz dick, even if the bottom swallowed cum. I also found that if Tom was on meds and his viral load was undetectable he couldn't infect anyone. I was pissed that Tom hadn't told me he was poz before he had sex with me. Then I became aware of something else: I was seriously aroused knowing I'd had a poz cock and cum in my mouth. I looked at pics of guys with the tattoos and stroked my dick imagining they were fucking me, that I was getting poz cocks and poz cum in my ass. Then I found breedingzone.com. I was amazed to find men that eagerly sought out HIV infection and others who looked for men to infect. It was obviously sick, but my dick was rigid and throbbing as I looked at the site. I especially liked the section for bugchasing 'fiction', especially stories where a neg bottom got infected, intentionally or other wise. I read several stories about poz tops 'stealth pozzing' neg bottoms, intentionally infecting unsuspecting bottoms. Is that what Tom was doing with me, grooming me as his bitch to take his infection? I wondered if he was on meds and what his viral load was. If it was undetectable he couldn't infect me, but if his VL was high....? I stroked my dick as I looked at a hot pic of a black top with a biohazard tattoo fucking a white man, bareback of course, and wished it was me. I wanted Tom to fill my neg ass with his poz cum, I wanted him to poz me. My dick exploded as I said to myself, 'poz me, knock me up, infect me with HIV!' Did I really want Tom to infect me? I decided not to say anything to Tom about him being poz, I would take whatever he wanted to give me. A week later I was hanging out at Tom's, we were drinking beer, both of us were naked and I had an idea that things were going to go further. I'd sucked him off when I first came over, he'd jerked me off and fed me my cum. I was idly playing with his cock, I loved the feel of it and hoped he'd let me blow him again. He was hard and oozing slightly, I lowered my head and opened my mouth. But Tom had another idea. He rolled me over on my side and snuggled up to me, pressing his body against mine. His cock moved slightly in the crack of my ass, I knew what was coming and moaned as the head of his dick nuzzled my ass and smeared precum on my hole. Now that the time was here I was scared. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't want to get infected. He pushed in slightly, I pushed back, shook myself and pulled away. "Don't fuck me raw, use a condom, please!" "Don't use rubbers. Don't worry, it'll be okay. Just let me slip in a little, I want to feel your tight hole around the head of my cock, just a little." "No, please, no, you'll fuck me and cum in me. I don't want to get infected." "I know you want it, you'll love my big nigger dick in you, you'll beg for it. "You're my bitch, Mike, just let me slip it in a little, you'll love it, you'll beg for all of it." I moaned and squirmed, pushing my hole into his cock, I wanted him to fuck me, but I was afraid. Getting his poz cum in my mouth was one thing, in my ass was too risky. I didn't know if he was on meds or not. "Just a little, I won't cum in you." He pushed in a couple of inches and pulled out, then in again, deeper. I moaned helplessly, needing to get fucked. It felt better than I could have imagined. Tom stroked in and out deeper and deeper, until the head of his dick pushed against my first internal sphincter. I whimpered, it felt so good, why didn't he just fuck me, just take me and fuck me? "Please, please fuck me, fuck me, cum in me, breed me, knock me up, please knock me up!" That was the first time I'd admitted to myself I wanted poz cum in me. I'd been having fantasies of getting pozzed since I'd found the bugchasing underground. He chuckled and started stroking in and out slowly, fucking me deeper and deeper, he hit the sphincter, paused and pushed slowly, I whined as ten inches of black dick went where nothing but shit had ever been before. Tom was going to fuck me, I was going to get semen from an HIV positive man in my ass, I was going to get HIV virus in my ass! If he was undetectable, it would be okay. It was hot thinking there was a chance he was infecting me. I wanted it. That woke me up, an HIV positive cock was fucking me and was about to cum in my ass! I didn't want to get infected, getting fucked felt good, but wasn't worth infection. I struggled and tried to get away. Tom growled in my ear and stroked his cock deep into me. It felt like the head of his cock was about to enter my throat, from the bottom. "Too late, bitch! Too late, you're getting what you want, Here it comes, bitch, cumming in your ass, breeding you, bitch, knocking you up, bitch, take my bug, yeah, fuck, bitch, take my fucking bug, gonna infect you good, infecting you good!" I felt his cock swell and pulse and a warm feeling filled my guts and jet after jet of virus laden semen erupted from his cock and filled me. Tom moaned and moved in me, fucking virus deeper and deeper in me. My dick erupted, pushed over the cliff by knowing I getting virus in my ass, that I could get infected. Tom had to have ripped me open a little when he fucked me with that huge cock and that HIV virus could already be in my blood. Had Tom had just infected me with HIV? He kissed me on the neck as he slowly pulled his softening dick out of me. I whimpered at the empty feeling, getting fucked had felt so good. "Don't worry about getting infected, Mike, it's only a matter of time before a pussyboy like you gets the bug, it might as well be now. I'm going to keep fucking my virus into you until I do infect you. When you're poz you'll be free, you'll thank me." I was Tom's bitch, I would do anything he told me to do.

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

Pet's Reward By Hozzel They lay on the wide bed together, the master on his back and his faithful pet alongside, naked warm bodies huddled against the cool, dark night. Ghostly light from the TV shadows white sheets rumpled from earlier erotic exercise. Pet pops awake. Stiff, ready for more, he slowly slides his leg over Master's muscular thigh. Why not? he thinks with lecherous intent. He presses himself and carefully flicks his nervous tongue at Master's forearm. Master awakes from his doze, sucks a surprised lungful of air. His right arm reaches around Pet's head and neck. Pet's leg slides sensually along Master's again, knee just touching Master's sensitive scrotum. 'Ah,' Master rumbles softly. 'Is my pet still hungry?' 'Still. Yes. Very.' 'Insatiable wench, aren't you. Did I not feed you well enough before?' 'You sucked me dry, but your fucking me…I'm still famished. I want you to fuck me again.' 'Loving words of endearment,' Master laughs, 'will get you everything you desire and more.' Pet firmly presses himself against Master's right side, cups the base of Master's warm balls and flaccid penis, rotates his fingers around them, hefts the pliant orbs, heavy with more delicious juice. With finger and thumb, Pet flops Master's heavy cock back and forth before grasping it gently. He slides his hand up and down the veined skin and slowly pulls back Master's still-slick foreskin. 'Hmmm,' Master purrs. 'Your appetite knows no bounds.' 'I still have needs,' Pet softly begs. In his thin-fingered fist, Master's cock thickens, lengthens, grows. Pet lightly slides his hand up to the sensitive top then back along the stem, relishing the hardening member and what he has caused. It is his Master's involuntary approval. Pet relishes the little responses he creates; the shiver and tightening, the flex and hardening, all the little quivers he causes. To create such delicious reactions warms Pet's prurient heart. Reactions matter, and the depth of response matters more. From his simple rubbing, the crown becomes a dark smooth purple, tight with blood, savage with building emotion. Pet's own penis reacts, too, and stretches against Master's muscular thigh. Pet pulls his hips back but Master reaches around Pet's head and pushes Pet back. Pet's sensitive cock swells as well. As he continues to softly rub Master's swollen glans, Master breathes harder. Suddenly, Pet chuckles and jerks Master, slips his grip along the stem, making sure the glans are rubbed on each increasingly fast stroke. Some lube would have helped but it is too distant and Master is responding anyway: his hips move slightly. 'Suck,' Master commands. Pet stops masturbating and sits up. In the soft glow, his lean body creates an enticing shadow. Bending, slowly Pet's lips slide down the knob, the shaft, down as far as he can then back up until he is almost off. As he repeats this, Pet urgently flutters Master's knob with the tip of his wet tongue. Master gasps. 'Oh ... yes!' Pet licks and sucks and wanks in the manner he likes most. That is his job: sexually please his master. This is one of his arts: fellatio. 'Finger,' Master commands. Continuing to suck, Pet curls his right hand beneath Master's balls. His fingers probe Master's arse, part the cheeks, press through. He finds Master's anal ring and rubs gently, knowing himself just how enticing that feels. With fondness, he remembers Master probing prior to penetration and then the glorious fuck. He wants it again. Master's eyes close. He groans, his body jumps. He breathes deeply, his hairy chest rises and falls. Pet presses a finger into Master while continuing to suck and probe strongly. The ring stretches easily and Pet's finger pops through. 'Ah, yes, my pet, that's ... it.' Pet fucks his middle finger in and out of Master's anus, rubbing the smooth prostate at the same time as sucking Master's cock. He knows he can give master repeated little orgasms with this technique. 'Oh yes, oh, yes, that's right. You're doing so well, my pet! Oh ... wow! I'm getting ... there. You're going ... to ... make me ... cum ... you fucking vixen.' Master's body tenses. His feel press against the mattress. He holds Pet against his side as hard as he can while the small orgasm shoots through his nerves like an electric bolt. Master pants, 'More! Make me cum again!' Pet rubs harder with his middle finger and continues sucking and licking. He can feel Master's prostate swell and fill, becoming hard and large, ready to burst. It is a nice feeling. Pet relishes his ability to do this. If asked, he would stimulate Mater's prostate all day, forcing hundreds of little orgasms. He tucked the thought away for future use. Master pushes down on Pets' finger with his rear muscles. On and on Pet intensely rubs and sucks. Master grunts loudly. His hips push up and, suddenly, he spurts. Pet coughs, quickly clamps his mouth down on Master's pulsing cock, and tries to swallow as much and as fast as he can. Shot after salty shot fills Pet's mouth. He swallows again. He knows how rude it feels if any thick fluid escapes. Pet thinks Master is finished and raises his head, withdraws his digit. 'Keep going!' Master's words are a surprise. Pet renews sucking and increases his anal strokes to lightening speed. Mumbles; 'There too?' 'Yes! Yes!' Master gulps air at a frantic rate, almost in time to Pet's finger. Another minute later, Pet's actions are once again rewarded with Master's liquid and physical thrashing. Master gasps, 'Pet! Fuck! Now! Now!' 'Really?' 'Yes! Fuck now!' At Master's command, withdrawing his finger, Pet rises, places his hands on Master's hips, straddles Master's thighs. Master can see Pet is fully erect, his smaller cock glistening in the dim light, delicious, throbbing, ready. Pet grunts when he lowers his arse to the tip of Master's cock. 'Quick,' Master breathes. 'Get me in!' Pet pushes down, feels Master's thick cock work up to his rosebud. Using a trick he knows, Pet flexes his anus so Master's thick girth can easily slide deep. Pet releases a breath as he settles. 'How do you feel?' 'I feel,' Pet says, 'full. You've become quite large. And deep.' 'Does it hurt?' 'Fuck no, just very stuffed. I really love it. You can stay there all day if you ever want to.' 'Good. I will stuff my cock up your greedy arse whenever I choose.' Master places his large hands on Pet's knees. 'Feel this.' Pet feels the enormous slug slide even further inside, a huge pressure forcing his tight happy-hole open. He breathes, forces himself to relax and settle. He is stuffed full of Master's huge girth. Master smiles. 'You like that, don't you.' 'I love it!' Master laughs. 'Then fuck me.' Pet moves slightly up then settles down, taking Master's cock all the way inside his slim body. He feels truly engorged. To him, it is the most wonderful feeling, his anus full of hard, rampant cock. He has felt many cocks and he has loved them all. Master reaches, touches Pet's cockhead. He gently rubs the tip. Pet moans and rocks forward and back, sliding Master's own cock in and out. As he fucks, the full pressure subsides and is replaced by a wonderful feeling as his own special spot is stimulated. 'Speak!' 'Oh! Yes. I feel it ... I feel you ... in my arse ... inside me. You're so big. So huge. So strong. Sliding. Fucking me. Oh. Oh! It's wonderful! Ug!' Pet breathes hard as he fucks and concentrates on the building feelings. Master strains upwards and fucks back. Master's breathing increases. A hand grasps Pet's leg. Fingers dig. His other hand squeezes Pet's hard cock in encouragement. 'Oh, god,' Pet stammers. 'I love your powerful cock inside my arse. I –' Pet's words are lost in further groans as Master pumps into Pet faster and faster. Suddenly he thrusts up. Nearly knocking Pet off, Master's cock spasms for a third time. He shoots this time, his body shaking, and shoots again with each strong stroke. Blast after blast coats Pet's squeezing rectum. Breathing hard, Master releases Pet's cock and orders: 'Fuck me.' Eyes wide, Pet slowly pulls off Master. 'Are you sure?' Master raises his knees, opens his muscular legs wide. Hovering over the eager man, Pet slides back until the swollen tip of his cock is at the rear gate. Parting Master's buttocks, Pet pushes but is unable to penetrate. 'Fuck me!' Master orders. 'I can't seem to –' 'Get that fucking cock into my arse and breed me. Now!' He reaches a hand down, between their bodies, holds his shaft and presses again. At the same time, Master tugs Pet's hips hard while flexing his anus. Pet's shaft pops through the sphincter. 'That's it!' Master breathes. 'Now get in all the way. Don't mess about now, just fuck my arse. Ride me hard. Make me feel it. Make me proud.' Placing his hands on Master's spread knees, Pet first pulls back then pushes in again, out then in, repeating slowly. As he hardens further and Master loosens, Pet finds he can buck faster. He leans over Master, digs toes into the bed. He loves the tightness, the heat, the sweat of their bodies, their loud breaths, the panting, noises. Especially loves their explicit words of sexual encouragement. He enjoys Master's face as it twists and churns in pleasure. Pet fucks long, deep and hard, Master's legs tightly hooked against his arms. Even though Pet is topping, Master is in charge. Pet is fucking to Master's lyrics, Master's desires, Master's pleasure. Master tightens his anus and Pet laughs, plunging on. 'Caught you!' Master chortles. 'I ... can't fuck ... if you ... do that!' Pet pants. Pet releases Masters legs, leans forward onto Master's chest. He feels Master's still-hard cock between them. Pet holds his body back up with straight arms. 'You're still fuckin' hard.' 'Of course I am. You know I can always keep going.' Grinning together, their hips grind, they synchronise their movements, both fucking in time with each other, like a nicely tuned wave. 'I can feel you slide inside my butt. God, it's good.' Soon they gasp and moan, writhe and groan. For Pet, it is pure joy. He loves fucking for the shear sake of it and he loves giving orgasms, as many as possible, and Master appears quite capable of several. Giving Master several by fucking alone is shear tumultuous joy. 'Fuckin' cum!' Master shouts. 'Shoot that jism! Fill me now, you cocksucker! Right fuckin' now!' Master slaps Pet's buttocks then grasps each round cheek and pulls hard. Pet fucks and – shouting loudly to enhance the emotional explosion – his cock erupts inside Master, spurt after spurt, filling him again. The intense sexual feeling causes him to moan uncontrollably. Staying firmly lodged, Pet lapses down. Their chests heave with mutual heavy breathing. They look at each other and erupt in laughter. Pet licks Master's lips, pushes his tongue in and then they kiss. Tender then hard, tongues explore and slide and stimulate. 'Shit, that was good,' Master says. Pet feels on top of the world. He has served well but has also done what he enjoys most: making someone else cum. He says, 'You sure came alot.' 'Must be who I'm with. I am really turned on still, too.' Master rubs Pet's arms. 'Ok, next time you can be master and I'll be your pet. How about that?' 'Absofuckenlootely.' 'But –' Master says, moving his hips, sliding Pet's still hard cock in and out, '– I think I'd like to cum again. Fuck some more.' 'Five times? Wow. Sure.' 'Have fun!' And they do. ### This is an original short scene written by Hozzel July 2012. It was originally published on asstr with a different pseudonym. Revised April and July 2021. I love to hear from readers, their experiences and fantasies and dreams.

Off goes the condom! Hot!

That was my first expectation of the events. Last we heard from them, they sounded laboured and Karl gave an odd grunt. But as the scene concluded, the others turned up (though unnamed), and watched Alvarez and the Alpha wrap up Andy's rape. Maybe the others were occupied with Shiro and Karl? Either scenario is entirely possible. I wonder what terrible fate awaits Grey.

I think all the responses here pretty much conclusively demonstrate that yes, in fact, one CAN argue that a particular position is not "the best". This is yet another example of the kind of thinking that "Real X's do Y" or "The only possible best A is B". There are things which are facts (the earth is an oblate spheroid, the moon is made of rock and not green cheese, and so forth), and things which are opinions. We know what is said about opinions.

Many many years ago the first cock i sucked was another Black kid. and finally, let a black man recently, take my cherry ass , destroy it and hopefully gave it a poz load.

Unfortunately, I’ve never tried real fist in my hole, but I’m a very experienced fister. And I’m close to being addicted to it, even when I’m on the top side.

There was a similar thread recently elsewhere on this site. The one thing I'd suggest is tempering your expectations. Unless it's a really small ship such that 100% of the passengers are adult gay men AND the crew is expecting it, it probably will NOT be a "bathhouse vibe" where sex is going on all over the place. For starters, remember that sanitary regulations will prohibit that in most public areas - including all the dining areas, any entertainment areas like onboard casinos, shops, etc., In fact, I would suspect - I could be wrong - that on such cruises, actual insertive sex is actively discouraged in any public area, especially if the ship is not, as I noted, 100% full of gay men. (Most "themed" cruises on larger ships tend to only be for a portion of the passengers, though the organizers may reserve some sort of public space for a private event for "members only" for one or more nights of the cruise.) Now, inside individual cabins? I'm sure plenty will go on, even on balconies that have some side-to-side blocking of views. But I suspect there's a list of rules about what you can do where, and while the crew may not enforce them with an iron fist, I doubt you'll be allowed to fuck poolside or fist someone in one of the nightclubs.

There are so many positions to be fucked in, it’s impossible to say that any particular one is ‘best’. Different positions give a Top access to different places inside a bottom; some have the advantage of greater depth, some of more advantageous angles, some a better application of leverage and pressure, some favoring friction, some simply better for the visual aesthetic. My current go-to regular Top usually spends a little over an hour fucking me each session and usually fucks me in 6-8 different positions for different effects. One of them is prone, face-down, which, if I have some support like a pillow elevating my hips, is one of my favorites for depth. He sometimes chooses that position for actually seeding me, but not always.

Lockdown no:4 has finished… so after hanging out with two regular fuck buds over the weekend and getting “0” cock I decided to had to WET (local sauna) on Friday lunchtime. first few hours were spent just chillin…though I did get a hot bear daddy dump two loads in my ass in the steam room over an hour. To stick with a type I found a hot silver daddy with a huge uncut cock in the porn room, so I took advantage of the situation and climbed in the sling.. two minutes I get my third load, and like the gentleman he was he handed my ass over to three tall fellas about my age, two of the lads had huge beer can cocks and took turns really pounding my hole, while their buddy blew a load down my throat…a solid hour of bein fucked, spat on and used…awesome…. I stumbled off to one of the slings in a dark room…kicked back and tied a blindfold on..wasn’t long two big solid fellas came in locked the door and went to town on my hole…(I thought it was two) Two hard & deep loads, and then I heard a third voice, said he was going to piss…I offered my hole as a urinal…he was kinda shocked and I didn’t think he would…he slid his cock in and pissed for nearly a whole minute….after it started gushing outta my ass he just whipped it out and pissed in my face… I stayed a while longer just chilling, talkin to dudes..I never blew the whole day…since I have been home I have jacked off 5 times…ate the first two loads..next three got shoved up my ass. seriously…all truth…hottest day in years!!

I'd be in the abortion clinic every 8 months. 😉 Then start over again.

I started early at park restrroms. From the first, I was so satisfied by having it in my mouth. I had to be made to stop. The act of sucking makes me feel secure and blissful, like a giant nipple, and thare is always milk to drink.

iI hope so, need to bump or slam and crawl into the sling and take load after load

Very much so. Have been fukd by many guys with criminal records.

Was 13, curious and hanging around some cruises toilets. Checking out the messages written on the cubicle walls. Did this quite a bit, always got scared and went. Was disgusted with myself, at my thoughts. Was outside on a bench watching one time, when a guy sat next to me. Old enough to be my dad, he asked me the time. Said he recognised me. Anyway offered me money, to just watch me naked - he said no touching. I followed him, he drove me to a house. Another guy was there, they wanted more than touching. The other guy was obese, he had to hold his tummy up while I sucked. I was disgusted. The original guy fucked me, while his fat friend watched. He took photos too. I was in so much pain. He kept on telling me to relax. Head was literally banging on the wall. Anyway, they gave me £20 and a pack of fags for my trouble. I was literally shivering afterwards. My arse was burning afterwards, and later that evening I shitted my pants. Anyway, he knew where I lived and went to school. He would wait for me up after school. I never new when, he would drive me to someones house or a field, and I'd play with him or his mates. Think he was making money out of me. As an adult I'm disgusted by him, I would never do that to a kid. But, if it wasn't him, it would be some else. I was hanging out in gay cruising areas, so someone would have taken the hint. I just put it down as a learning experience, a sort of coming of age. I tend to only regret the things I haven't done.

Who was it and how?

i too lost mine at boarding school a little older at 13, to this day I wonder if my mother knew

I just started hooking up with a guy about 3 weeks ago. He just wants a good blow job. He feeds me his cum. That's all I want and that's all he wants. It's great. Only 5 minutes away from me too. I love sucking cock and having my mouth filled with cum. One day he came over 2 times for head. Last week he dumped a load in my mouth, I ran into bathroom and spit it in a glass. He left and I jerked off using his cum as lube . I put his cum in my mouth and kept spitting back and forth. Before I came I poured all the cum on my balls and shoved it in my ass. It felt so fucking good. He shoots a big thick load too. Can't wait to see him again.

I rarely weigh in a second time on a story but this....this is just solid gold. Thank you for creating and sharing and hid more please!

I don't have a lot of experience on this and the little I do is from a UK perspective, but I stopped my meds in January with the agreement of my doc. Told him that I was going through a bad phase (partially true, although not completely) and that I hadn't been fully compliant with taken the meds daily. The doc's view was that, given the possibility of resistence building up, it would be better to stop meds completely until I knew I could be compliant again that to stop/start them and potentially build up resistance. The aim was to continue with the regular blood tests to keep an eye on my levels, although that plan fell to pieces with Covid coming on the scene. Not yet had any further appointments set up for bloods.

My nips are huge and directly wired to my cock. Nothing gets me off like having my nips worked.

Part 24 - Daybreak He felt the unmistakable hardness of the cock rubbing between his ass cheeks as he began to wake up, the arms wrapped around his body tightened signalling he was also awake. It was 8.30am and Ethan turned his head to kiss Angelo as he started to roll on his stomach with Angelo following his action until his was poised on top of him. He knew only to well that when Angelo was horny in the morning it was going to be a big bang to start to the day. He felt the rush of air around his ass as Angelo lifted his hips up slightly, Ethan moaned and gripped the pillows as the head of Angelo's cock homed in like a heat seeking missile. He moaned louder raising his head 'Oh my lover' Ethan whispered as the head of the cock prised his hole open gaining entry, Angelo leaned forward and kissed Ethan's neck 'Morning, I love you and your mine' he whispered biting and sucking gently at Ethan's neck, underneath him he could feel the warmth of Ethan's ass and his feet were doing a strange dance of their own which Angelo knew by now that was Ethan's excitement escaping. Ethan pushed his head up as Angelo bit, kissed and sucked harder at his neck as more of his cock began working it's way deeper in to him. He felt the slightly painful and very intoxicating feeling of the friction, he let out one last long moan as Angelo came to rest balls deep inside Ethan, Angelo's mouth sought his own as they kissed deeply spearing each other with their tongues trying to get the upper hand. Angelo began rocking his hips up and down in deep powerful penetrating thrusts, Ethan buried his head in the pillow trying to stifle his cries of ecstasy his hands gripped hard around Angelo's biceps tightening up with every downward stroke of Angelo's cock. He continued to kiss the back of Ethan's neck as he began to ramp up the speed, he knew he would not last out as he was feeling overly horned up this morning. Ethan moaned and his head rose off the pillow as he felt the intensity of their love making move up, his ass now pushing up to meet Angelo's thrusting, suddenly he felt like the hardness increasing and the thrusting became more erratic and powerful. Angelo felt his balls tapping at Ethan's ass telling them to wake up and do their business, one thing for sure he was not trying to hold on this morning. He grunted loudly, Ethan moaned and cried 'Oh Angelo, fuck yes, oh god yes', he felt the rush of seed firing into his body as Angelo continued thrusting deep in to Ethan, Ethan arched his back and raised his head, Angelo caught the side of his neck and his lips suctioned around the tender youthfulness of the skin. With every jolt of his orgasm he sucked harder, Angelo could feel the lower legs on Ethan rapidly bouncing up and down in another tell tell sign that Ethan gave off when he was orgasming. Angelo collapsed on top of Ethan breathing heavily as he his body started resetting itself and draining the testosterone, Ethan was panting and stroking Angelo's arms in the after glow of their sex. Angelo leaned around and kissed Ethan deeply on the mouth "I don't think we woke anyone" he laughed. "Fuck that was awesome, love you so much" Ethan replied with a look of pure delight on his face. "Sorry, I have left a mark on your neck" Angelo told him as he kissed around the love bite. Ethan giggled "You marking your territory now as well?". Angelo laughed "I don't need to you already belong to me" he replied slipping out of Ethan's ass. Ethan got up and headed to the shower whilst Angelo changed the bed sheets cleaning up mostly Ethan's mess. He then joined Ethan in the shower for a while kissing before Ethan got out to let Angelo shower properly. "I'llput some coffee on" Ethan said placing the towel on the rack. Angelo smiled and nodded "Check if Mark is up as he likes strong coffee". "Will do" Ethan made his way down the hall towards Mark's room and he tapped on the door. He waited for a moment then tapped again but there was no response, carefully he opened the door and popped his head through but there was only an empty bed and no sign of Mark. Ethan checked down stairs but it was quiet, he put the coffee on and headed back up to the master suite, Angelo was drying himself off in the bathroom when Ethan walked in. "Mark is not in his room or downstairs" Ethan said with a grin on his face. Angelo looked at him "Do you think, no surely not" Angelo grabbed a t-shirt and pair of shorts. They walked hand in hand towards Ben's room, Angelo slowly turning the knob and opening the door slightly, he poked his head in to the room and saw Mark and Ben fast asleep cuddled up, he also noticed at the foot of the bed a pair of underwear on the floor. Smiling he turned and nodded to Ethan who pushed his way in and peeked around the door. Angelo closed the door and they walked down stairs with Ethan trying to stifle his giggling. "Wow I never expected that to happen last night" Ethan said grabbing two coffee cups. Angelo sat down "I have to admit I am surprised Mark managed to pull that off". Ethan poured the coffee "Do you think they did it, I mean I know Mark is poz but I am worried about Ben". Angelo smiled "Mark would not deliberately put him at risk". Ethan handed Angelo his coffee "Well I guess it's for them to decide what they do". Angelo nodded "Should we take them up a coffee?". Ethan looked at him "Hmm.. probably best not to, Ben might get embarrassed about the whole thing". "Good call" Angelo responded as Adam came in to the kitchen. Adam looked at both of them "Morning, what are you conniving?" he sat down next to Angelo. Ethan held a cup up and Adam nodded "Just discussing what we found this morning". Adam looked at Angelo "Come on tell me... oh... did Ben and Mark sleep together?" he sat up straight waiting to hear. Angelo laughed "They did but what went on I am afraid we do not know, but they are in bed together as we speak asleep though". "Good for Ben, I was worried he might end up a closeted gay all his life" Adam took the cup from Ethan. Ethan sat down "Where's Tony?" he asked Adam. "Sleeping still, he was a bit tipsy last night then hammered my ass when we got to bed" Adam replied smiling. Angelo slapped him on the arm "I hope you didn't make a mess" he commented causing Ethan to laugh. "Relax Angelo it was a deep breeding so no mess" Adam responded trying to get Angelo in a head lock. With ease Angelo lifted Adam off the ground in bear hug "Ethan help" Adam pleaded. "No your mess you deal with it" Ethan sat sipping his coffee chuckling at them both. Adam relented and clung hard on to Angelo his head turned to Ethan "What the fuck is that on your neck?". Ethan rubbed his neck and laughed "Angelo got hungry during sex" he replied and Adam made a face at him. Angelo squeezed Adam harder and could feel the erection hard up against his waist "Dirty horny fucker". Adam pushed back to look Angelo in the eye "You know it babe, keep doing that and I will shoot". Angelo released Adam heaving in laughter letting him slip to the floor "Pull yourself together Adam". Eventually they both sat down drinking coffee. Ben was beginning to wake up feeling hot before he realised arms were holding his body, slightly shocked and bewildered he didn't panic remembering Mark had got in to bed with him last night. Ben instantly knew his small movement in bed was causing Mark to stir in more than one place, he could feel the cock nestled between his now sweaty ass cheeks swelling and beginning to stiffen. He laid there quietly enjoying the wonder and feeling of the cock growing increasingly harder, he became aware that Mark's hand was caressing his chest gently. "Morning sexy" Mark kissed the back of Ben's neck. Ben giggled and ran his hand along Mark's thigh "Morning, your still here then". "Of course" he replied releasing his hold on Ben and rolling on to his back. Ben turned on to his back next to Mark his neck coming to rest in Mark's arm "Thank you for staying". Mark turned his head and kissed Ben's cheek "I felt good sleeping with you Ben". Tony came out of the shower and was drying himself walking back to the bedroom when he heard the quiet voices coming from Ben's room, he shook his head and smiled. He grabbed his boxers and went downstairs still drying himself and walked in to the kitchen. "Morning all, you do know Mark is in bed with Ben" He said cheerfully as Ethan offered him a coffee. Angelo had Adam in a headlock as Tony came in "Yes we know and your bitch is misbehaving". Ethan handed Tony his coffee "Are they awake then?" he asked. Tony nodded "Yes I could hear them talking quietly". Ethan grabbed two cups and filled them coffee and headed upstairs leaving Tony talking to Angelo whilst Adam was still secured by Angelo's muscled arms. "I've experienced so much over the last 12 hours Mark" Ben said cuddling closer to Mark. Mark kissed Ben on the mouth "I'm glad I could be part of that". Ethan knocked on the door and Ben froze knowing they were busted "Hope your both decent" he said. Mark patted Ben "Don't worry I think we are already busted" he said to Ben "yes we are Ethan". Ethan walked in to the room "Coffee" he closed the door and walked over "You okay Ben?". Ben nodded with a tinge of embarrassment "Yes" he meekly responded. Ethan smiled "Good, we are all downstairs so come down when your ready". "Thanks Ethan" Mark held on to Ethan's hand. Ethan looked strangely at him "What for?" he asked and Mark nodded towards Ben "Oh right" he waved his hand and left. Ben showered and came back in to the bedroom "I still don't have any underwear to put on". "I have some clothes that I keep here I am sure mine will fit" Mark hopped off the bed naked and disappeared. He returned still naked holding a pair of briefs that Ben tried on and surprisingly they fitted perfectly, Ben looked at his perfect body and ample sized cock, he was for the most part smooth chested and flat stomached. There was no six pack about his body it was muscular and just perfectly fit and looked so beautiful. Mark watched Ben looking at his body "Do you approve?" he asked. Ben looked up sharply "Sorry it just looks so good" he replied sheepishly. Mark smiled and moved towards Ben and ran his hand down Ben's chest and arms "Do you work out?". Ben shook his head "Not really, it is from sports at college" he said with self doubt. "I like it just the way it is Ben, you are perfect" Mark leaned down and kissed him. They both dressed and went down towards the kitchen, Ben was as prepared as he could be thinking they would be mocked when they entered. But in some way he felt comfortable being with Mark and knew it would not be malicious just banter between friends. Mark took Ben's hand and they looked at each other "Brace yourself" he said to Ben. Ben leaned in and kissed Mark holding his hand tighter "I'm not worried". Angelo looked up as they walked in "Morning, Ben you found your underwear?". Ben didn't expect that comment and gave Angelo a ha ha look "Morning to you". Ethan laughed "Morning" whilst Adam and Tony sat and just grinned at them both. "We are thinking of going out for lunch, Ben can you stay around and come to lunch with us?" Angelo asked. Ben nodded "If your sure I would love to thank you". Tony stopped grinning and looked at Ben "And is this a thing now?" nodding to them both as everyone stopped and waited. Ben innocently shrugged his shoulders and looked at Mark who squeezed his hand "I don't know". Mark looked seriously at Ben "I would love to date you". Ben smiled "Yeah, me to, I mean you, date you, you know". Mark nodded and smiled "Excellent" he leaned in and kissed Ben. Angelo was over the moon that finally Mark had found someone he liked enough to warrant dating them. The six of them sat around drinking coffee and talking, Mark had to be near Ben all the time as he had hopelessly fallen in love with him last night in bed, but he was holding his cards close to his chest for now in case things didn't work out. Angelo had not seen this before in Mark and it was evident to all of them except Ben that Mark was becoming increasingly besotted by him. Ethan saw the empty milk carton on the kitchen counter and persuaded Mark to let go of Ben long enough so they could nip to the store. As they left the house and turned down the street Dr Chalmers was pulling in to his drive and asked Ethan if the wound had healed up, Ethan responded saying it was all good and no mark was visible now and thanked him. "What was that all about?" Ben asked Ethan. Ethan glanced at him "Oh, something I will tell you later, but I do need to talk to you about Mark". Ben stopped walking "Did we do something wrong?" he asked urgently. "No, I mean did you and talk last night, like did he tell you something about him?" Ethan carefully said. Ben smiled "Well yes, he told me he has hiv. I get the impression he is not the only one" he said fishing around. Ethan looked at Ben "You may as well know, I do and so does Angelo" he waited for a response. "Did you fuck without condoms?" Ben asked in a casual manner. Ethan nodded "It wasn't on purpose though, I was swept up in my first experience and well that was that". Ben looked at him "Oh Ethan, I'm sorry. Do you know who it was?" he asked him. Again Ethan nodded "It was Angelo, he has been the only person I have had sex with period". "Wow I never knew that. But what happened after?" Ben was intrigued as Ethan was opening up for the first time. Ethan smiled "When I fell ill from contracting hiv he looked after me and the rest is history". Ben put his arm around Ethan "He is hunky I can see why you fell for him". Ethan stopped "Don't make the same mistake I did, play safe". "Yes, but I read how freeing it can be not having to worry about catching it" Ben replied looking at Ethan. Ethan continued walking "Would I change anything now if I could, do you know I wouldn't". "It's not like I want it, but I want to be able to enjoy being with Mark" Ben said catching up with him. Ethan looked at him seriously "I can't dictate what you do Ben but understand you have it for life". Ben nodded "Ethan promise me you won't say anything to Mark about this". Ethan smiled "You are still my oldest and closest friend Ben, you can always confide in me". "There is one other thing I want to tell you" Ben went quiet for a moment "I like Mark a hell of a lot". Ethan smiled "To be honest what is there not to like about him and he will be good for you Ben". "Yeah. If it did work between us how will I know?" Ben asked as they reached the store. Ethan looked at him "Your heart will tell you Ben and you will see it in his eyes". "Right I sort of understand" Ben replied scratching his head. Ethan opened the store door "But I think that boat has already sailed". Ben grabbed the carton of milk "What did you mean?" handing the carton to Ethan. "We saw it in Mark's eyes last night and more so this morning" Ethan replied heading to the cashier. The cashier smiled and greeted them and Ethan noticed his glances to Ben which to anyone else would have meant nothing, Ethan read his name tag pinned to his shirt 'Joshua' as he walked up to the counter. "Quiet morning Joshua" Ethan asked. Joshua smiled and looked again at Ben "Very quiet this morning, but then it is a beautiful morning". Ben was astounded how brazen he was being but he smiled and made eye contact "You must be bored being quiet?". Joshua completely blanked Ethan "Can be but it does have very good moments" he replied and winked at Ben. Ethan put the money on the counter "Do we need anything else Ben?" he said seeing Ben smiling at Joshua. Ben replied in somewhat of a dreamy state "What... err no I don't think we do, do we need anything Joshua?" Joshua smiled and shook his head "Just your change, for now anyway". Ethan took the change from Joshua "Come on Ben we need to get the milk home". Ben took one more glance at Joshua "Have a nice day Joshua". Joshua laughed as they opened the door to exit "Bye Ben" he said shaking his head. Ethan bumped deliberately in to Ben "Joshua has the hots for you". Ben laughed "I guess that is what flirting is all about" he said bumping Ethan back. Ethan put his arm around Ben's shoulder "I missed you Ben, never do that again". "I promise Ethan, just so dam annoyed at myself" Ben sounded annoyed as he said it. Ethan looked at him "Why?" he questioned him. Ben shrugged his shoulders "All these years being together as friends and we kept those secrets". Ethan found it a little awkward and underneath he knew what Ben was really referring to. They returned from the store and walked back in to the kitchen as Mark was brewing more coffee and the guys were finishing cleaning up the remnants of the party. Mark saw his reflection in the window and was heading towards him with the milk, he wondered if Ben had been talking and thinking whilst he was away with Ethan. Had he come to some crazy conclusion that last night was a mistake, his worries were unfounded as Ben put the milk down next to Mark and kissed him on the cheek. "Nice walk to the store?" Mark asked opening the milk. Ben turned and leaned back against the counter "Yes, needed some fresh air, shouldn't have drunk last night". Mark nodded "Oh, did you talk with Ethan?" he stopped to look at Ben. Ben laughed "Yeah, non stop" he fell quiet for a moment "There is one thing...". Mark stopped him "Are you regretting last night?" he asked holding the milk carton. Ben smiled "Oh god no I loved... I mean enjoyed you being in bed with me" he went all flustered. Mark put the milk carton down "So what is on your mind?" he asked with relief. "How to tell my parents, I don't want to end up hiding behind the truth" he replied looking down. Mark nodded "It is your right to tell them, don't delay in case someone does it for you" he turned to face Ben. Ben cocked his head to one side "Yeah I know, it sort of happened with Ethan, my mother told his mother". Mark put his arm around Ben "I sort of heard bits of it and the falling out with Ethan". Ben turned to face Mark with a sorry expression on his face hanging over from the whole Ethan debacle. Mark's instinct told him it was what he was thinking so he kissed him on the lips and just stared in to his eyes, it was as if his eyes spoke to him with meaning. Mark slowly touched Ben's lips with his own, they parted with tender kissing. They had no idea how long they had been kissing but it was Adam who interrupted them. "One thing you had to do Mark and you couldn't even manage that" Adam laughed loudly seeing them kissing. Ben smiled and blushed "Sorry my fault. I will help him" he said beginning to rinse the cups. Ben stood grinning as he helped Mark in the kitchen, eventually they headed out for lunch in Larchmont where Ben had the best fun ever with his new found friends. A friendship that was more akin to a second family where he was not judged. As they parted ways Mark drove Ben back to Harrison and dropped him off down the street from his family home. "So when can we go on a date?" Mark asked as Ben unbuckled his seat belt. Ben looked ahead at the road "I don't know, is next weekend to long to wait?" he asked. Mark shrugged his shoulders "Yes, but I suppose I will have to wait". Ben looked at him "You really do like me?". "To be honest I am quite scared about how much I do" Mark confessed to him. Ben smiled "Meet me Wednesday at 6pm here, we can go for bit to eat, not a date though". Mark smiled "I like that idea, Wednesday it is". Ben quickly kissed Mark and slipped out of the car and began to walk down the street, he turned and looked smiling at Mark before he carried on walking. Mark sat watching him until he disappeared from sight. Ben stopped by the kitchen where Margarite his mother was with and quite surprisingly Ellie, it would appear they were on talking terms again. His mother asked if he had a good time and Ben was being careful about what to say said how much he had enjoyed his weekend spending it with Ethan after so long. He made his excuses and went to his bedroom closing the door firmly and getting undressed. Opening the closet door he reached in to the back behind his sneakers and pulled out his journal. Ben was quite an avid reader and writer and liked to keep a journal about his daily life, he grabbed a pen from the desk and jumped on to his bed turning the journal to the next blank page he simply wrote the weekend and Saturdays date and underlined it. Turning on to his stomach he began to write... "Life can throw many challenges and obstacles at you in the space of a few hours and Saturday was no exception by any standard, writing something like this is a first for me and maybe I cannot express or explain it properly at least I thought I might have been older and wiser before penning this to you my journal. Ethan and I seem to have brought our friendship back on track, the last few months were heart breaking as when you have been in love with someone for so long but never act on it you end up broken, it is all part of me experience and growing up. I met his boyfriend, well fiancé as it now transpires who is one of the most sexiest men straight from a model shoot looking person, he has a confidence about him that is not arrogant just very sure of himself and his tattoos and muscles are simply worth being near him. The hardest part of the weekend was Ethan kissing me but not as a normal friend would kiss, I had his tongue in my mouth and he tasted as I always imagined Ethan was taste, that is to say perfect. It brought back to many uncomfortable truths and had I known then what I know now we may even have been together in college as a couple, if only the brave part of me would have surfaced how things could be different. But I respect him enough and I got my kiss from him but undeniably he really does only have eyes for one person that much I could see and feel in the room whenever they were close. But I digress in my own fantasy of Ethan which has now been over shadowed by someone else. I was surprised if not shocked to see Franco at the party but as it turns out he is Ethan's fiancé's cousin a person who in himself is totally rough around the edges but an amazingly kind person, he swooped me off the doorstep and began introducing me to the various guests. If anyone believed in fate they might laugh or applaud but within minutes I met the man of my dreams, apart from Ethan that is, he was introduced to me but disappointingly told he was straight. I still get embarrassed when people are introduced as gay or straight as if it was something you had to know and I still find it hard coming to terms with being labelled as gay in a group of people. What struck me was how very grounded he is, his short dark hair accentuating his really boyish looks he is no muscled bound ripped god of a man but he is beautifully crafted and smooth to touch. Oh yes I got to touch him and loved it. My shyness put a barrier up immediately and my mouth would not work as I struggled to vocalise and phrase my words. I saw during the evening how he would look over at me, how do I know that?, well I was looking at him a lot as well and don't think I have blushed so much in such a a short space of time. How can a person be so intimate just by looking at me?. The party was good, well I think so having never been to a party like this and everyone had their little groups so I just assumed this was the norm at these types of parties. The evening took a completely unexpected twist when I found myself in the kitchen getting some water, I thought Ethan had come in but when I turned he was standing there close to my personal space. Well journal you know about how I hate my personal space being invaded, something was different about him and the way he stood there eyes boring in to me, I didn't mind him being close to me at all I can tell you that. My essence craved him but what do you do just go down and blow them?. Not me I was rooted to the spot just looking at his face and eyes, oh yes those eyes are a deep pool of emotional bewilderment but you find yourself unable to stop staring at them. Did he kiss me you ask journal, of course he did, I didn't expect it and tried to push him away but he was back for seconds and this time it was meaningful and deep and there was no resistance on my behalf this time. I couldn't contain my arousal and erupted in my underwear (which reminds me he has still got them, but then I have a pair of his that I am still wearing.). It all got very awkward for me that is and I ran off leaving him there, I almost cried in the washroom for being so stupid and frightened am I really that afraid of being me. I want to be gay but I am finding it hard to cross that final hill mostly from fear of the unknown. He came to washroom and we spoke whilst I embarrassingly tried to clean myself up, I don't know but I think he loved the innocence of me even more seeing me so vulnerable, I would like to think that anyway. One thing I never saw coming as I laid in a strange bed that night was him appearing in my room and sliding in to bed next to me. I was elated inside from the warmth of his body just touching mine but I froze staring at the ceiling, what is a boy suppose to do in this situation intimacy is strange to me and maybe this is what the barrier is. Well nothing as it happened, we kissed and touched each others bodies not really venturing down below but then am I ready for that?. I woke up in the morning feeling his cock parked between my ass cheeks, a little shocked at first and somehow so right. Needless to say everyone knew by the time we came down for coffee and they were all very chilled about it. But what is more exciting was finding out he was I guess straight on Saturday but full on gay by Sunday so go figure that one, Ethan did tell me something but that is not for you. I'm knackered and need to sleep and think about him, we are having dinner on Wednesday and he has asked me out on a proper date this Saturday. Excited beyond the planets and stars as I write my thoughts down in you journal, cannot fathom out what has happened to me this weekend but I liked it and it felt like a very happy place to be. Pen down and time to get some well needed sleep, good night." He closed the journal and put is in his draw by his bed for now, thinking he would move it in the morning to it's hiding place.