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Got to nut in a new hole last night. Cookout, lots of bears and cubs. One chubby young cub I hadn't met before was shitfaced drunk and had me sneak off in the dark to the back of yard for a quick pump n dump. He was there with a date and he didn't want anyone to see us. Lol I figured what the hell, so I let him guide the process, and since he was begging for my load, I gave him as assful. 😈

Re-Opening 2 It was strange walking around the baths with it so empty. It had a very different vibe. I found room 207 but it was empty so off to the dark room I went. I prefer dark rooms that are completely dark. This wasn't one of them and it never has been. There's enough light to see shapes and I suppose if your eyes are really good you can see who's there. I had a few guys grab a feel. They guy that went for my ass got his hand twisted and quickly realized that it was off limits. There was a larger guy on his knees who really enjoyed the couple minutes I let him taste my dick and the earlier guy's ass. With no sign of... RJ, I continued my search as I said to myself "yay! I remembered his name". He was one of the few bathhouse fucks who's name I even knew, but we'd been fucking for so many years that it came up at some point. Eventually I found him in the sauna, right before I was about to give up and go fuck the hairless guy. "Hey, how's it going" I asked as I walked up and took a spot next to him. "Getting a lot better. I don't want to startle you, but I think there's only 3 tops here today, so you might get attacked at any time" he replied. I chuckled and said "I'm kinda used to it, its usually not this bad though. You find anyone yet, or are you still a virgin?" He let out a loud laugh and replied "It's not that bad. I had a pod with a couple fuckbuds and we've kept each other in shape. I've probably topped more in the last year than the rest of my life combined." "Cool, I had a fuckpod too. Now that I'm vaxxed and things are opening up its time for more variety. Right?" I said back. I wasn't going to tell him that my pod numbered in double digits or that I had a good track record infecting the neg guys I fucked with my now very detectable bug. He had been an early proponent of prep and was part of the clinical trials so our talks about whether it was safe vs. bareback were long over. We even joked when I started meds the last time that we were probably the safest barebackers in the place but hadn't said anything about it in years. "Exactly. You up for seeing if my ass can still take that monster of yours?" RJ asked. "That's why there's a college guy down the hall that's bitching he didn't get bred" I replied with a wicked grin. He climbed off the bench and took his place in front of me, sucking me just like two years ago and bringing my cock back to life. He still remembered all of the little things that I liked a cocksucker to do, from slurping one ball at a time into his mouth to biting, and tugging on my foreskin. RJ bobbed on my cock a minute, getting rougher with each stroke until he was ramming the head of my dick into his throat. He pulled off a moment and looked up at me. "I don't taste another guys ass. You sure you fucked a guy?" he asked and immediately went back down to working my cock. "Yeah, some guy in the dark room sucked any traces of him off my dick" I said. My shaft was back at full hardness and when RJ would wag his ass while deepthroating me, I'd get one step closer to nailing it. I gave him a five count and then pulled him off me. He crawled forward as I got off the bench. I spread his legs a little wider and pressed my thumb to his hole. Other than sweat, I couldn't find any other lube. Spitting a few gobs on his hole, I pulled my foreskin the rest of the way back and pressed forward. Just like with the college guy, no mention was made of condoms or status and soon my leaking cock was sinking deeper into his velvety hole. RJ groaned as my cock stretched his hole open. While he may have been getting fucked the past year, I doubt that it was something as thick as mine. I was just about to ask if I was going to fast when he groaned out "God damn... that thing is bigger than I remember!" I still had the same question but now I wasn't sure what the best response was. Pulling back slowly, I felt my cock break the outer ring and leave him empty. "No! No! NOOO!" he cried out, adding "Shove it back in!" a second later. Normally I hate bottoms trying to direct my fucks but I deserved that one. Complying with his request, I shoved back in, balls deep. The head of my cock was pressed to his inner ring and I felt him spasm around my shaft as he struggled to take the girth. "Oh god yeah! Wreck my cunt" he moaned out. In the past we had gotten pretty rough and with his last comment I assumed he wanted it just like old times. Pulling back half way, I shoved back in again. Pausing a few moments I did it again and then again several more times. I felt him curl his feet behind my calves and knew this was what he really did want. The pauses got shorter and shorter until I was just drilling his ass. The echos of our bodies slamming together filled the sauna. I hadn't noticed the other guys that came into the room but most were watching us fuck through the steam. Some were stroking, a couple had guys sucking them but surprisingly no one came too close to make it creepy. I drilled him for fifteen minutes or so, mixing up the pace to manage my orgasm. He has such a talented, resilient hole that can take a lot of abuse so I wanted this to last. I did get too close at one point and fired off a couple shots into his hole, but I was able to shut it down for once by slamming in and letting my cock cool down. I slowly pulled out and got him flipped on to his back, driving my still hard cock back in without losing more than a drop or two of cum on the bench. Pushing his legs back I built up speed again, but this time I was staring at his face. He seemed to be in total bliss and I felt his rock hard cock stabbing into my abs as I stabbed into his hole. In the past, his cock had been just slightly hard during our fucks but this time he was at full length and leaking all over himself and me. I usually don't care whether a bottom I'm fucking gets hard or not, I'm more concerned about his hole giving me pleasure. The committed bug chasers usually are hard when I breed them just because they are so excited about finally getting something toxic inside them instead of the unmedicated seed that most poz guys have. Most of the other guys are just limp and concentrating on getting fucked. A few of the onlookers made comments about RJ taking the pounding I was giving him and I got lost in the rhythm until I suddenly heard RJ let out a loud groan and felt his hole spasm around my cock. One of his shots hit me under the chin and another landed on my cheek. Instinct took over and I planted my cock in deep and fired off several shots inside RJ's hungry chute while his hole milked all of my charged up cum into his gut. The warm cum surrounded my cock as I stood there motionless except for my cock pumping out last few pulses. "Holy fuck, that was intense" said the older bear who was sitting on the bench six feet away. I could see the sheen on his chest fur and figured it was a mix of cum and sweat, just like RJ's chest and face. When his breathing slowed, RJ smiled back at me and said "Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to shower you with my cum but I just couldn't hold off any longer." I laughed and said "Don't worry. I was getting so close, almost anything would have triggered me" I replied. We stood there a few minutes, hearing everyone get up and leave now that the show was over. My cock was softening but still holding all of my cum inside him. Unlike a lot of the guys I had bred over the past year, I knew that I wasn't going to knock RJ up, but it had been a great fuck anyway. Finally, he said "I'm gonna have to give my ass a rest after that pounding. Shower?" "Sounds good" I replied and we wandered next door to the upstairs shower room. A couple guys pointed at us as we took our place in the open shower area and rinsed off. The water felt good and we took our time, but the music stopped and an announcement came over the PA system telling everyone "Blue bracelets, it's time to leave and let some fresh meat inside." The message sounded like we'd been there twelve hours not the two that we really had. "There's a great DJ here on Wednesday night, if you have some time" RJ said as we made it down the stairs to the locker room. I gave him a wink and said "I'm not sure what's on my schedule that day" and he replied quickly "I'll be here at ten." Obviously he wanted another fuck and figured his wrecked pussy would recover by then. I spotted the hairless college dude walking out of the main showers as I was getting dressed in the locker room. I slowed down so that I was ready when he started to walk towards the door. "These two hour limits suck. Hope to see ya next week so I can give ya the load I owe you" I said as I walked up behind him. "I hope so too... Same time?" he replied with a grin.

This is not quite the same situation but fairly recently I contacted a guy on Fabguys who said he was looking for bareback. We exchanged a couple of messages and I told him my status. He shot back with “I don’t fuck with poz guys - UD or not - ever!” It was so stark and brutal and my first instinct was to tell him to fuck off and block. Instead, I politely replied that if he only plays bareback, he may shag someone not as upfront as I am - if he hasn’t already done do - and may possibly have reason to reconsider his attitude in the future. And then I blocked.

Part 2 - Where It Began His words came out of nowhere and Alex was too young to understand what his brother was talking about. It was the second day in a row that Alden had been taken off to private lessons leaving Alex with Greta the governess to continue his education. On his return today though he pushed Alex out of the way and called him 'The Spare' then laughed running off to his room. The following day in lesson Alex asked Greta what those words meant, she tried to explain in as gentle way as possible. From that day on he knew his brother was destined to be king and he would just be a prince for the rest of his life. Alex would often pass by the private room where Alden was being coached to accept his role in life. Alex knew his brother and he didn't fail to impress when he lost his temper with the royal courtiers teaching him in constitutional matters. It was only after a couple of months had passed that Alex fully realised how lucky he was to be spared all of this and how easy he had things in comparison. Only on casual royal visits did the princes accompany the King and Queen, for the most part they remained away from public eye in the Balenciaga Palace on the outskirts of the capital city of Victoria in the beautiful and affluent country of Monrovia. The brothers were very similar in looks and mannerisms when observed from a distance, once you go to know them the difference in their characteristics was plain to see. Alden more outgoing and the leader when they played jokes on the household staff, he was also very dependent on other people and at the same time he was a sharp observant individual. Alex was more independent and hated the household staff fussing over him all the time, definitely the brighter of the two brothers, kind hearted and not afraid to help others. The one thing Alex had in abundance was a warmth and natural ability to connect with anyone. Never once did he put a foot wrong with the governess and was eager to learn. It was no surprise to his parents that he came top of the class every year he was in military school. When the royal standard flew over the palace the gathered crowd of tourists knew that the monarch was in residence, many of them standing at the main gates with cameras held aloft just in case they spotted the royal family in the grounds. During the summer months it flew over Greenacres Palace the country residence of the royal family, set in the peaceful countryside of the Greenacres estate. The palace was smaller than the Balenciaga, apart from the summer residency the family would spend several long weekends here entertaining other royal families from across Europe. Alex still didn't get how they were all related through the generations stemming back from the British Victorian era. Being the peaceful nation that Monrovia was its many inhabitants were happy, prosperous and had a very dignified respect to their royal family. The love they had for the Dowager Queen Beatrice, mother of the reigning King, was celebrated each year by parties held in the grounds of the Balenciaga palace over the weekend nearest to her birthday. The highlight was seeing the Dowager Queen with her grandsons Alden and Alex. The people of Monrovia enjoyed a quality of life was in many ways superior to their neighbouring countries, everything from healthcare to education and liberation was celebrated. The current Governor Premier was openly gay, married and won the last election by a landslide victory. To the outside world the country was one of the most desirable places to live, their strict border controls were in place to protect the people of Monrovia and anyone entering the country to live was expected to show they had gainful employment or the means to live without requesting state funding. Throughout his childhood Alex knew they were a different family, popular and everyone bobbing when they entered a room or passed down a line. To the young prince it was all very funny and had no real understanding until he reached his teen years. At the age of sixteen Alex was sent to military school training following in his brothers footsteps, Monrovia did its part as members of NATO taking part of training exercises although it was one thing the prince never got to be part of during his 4 years there. During the later part of his time at military school the prince became increasingly self aware of his difference, that and the interest in male bodies that were nearly always naked around him in the dorm rooms or showers. There was a discreet amount of playfulness going on yet Alex was always too scared to touch anyone since he could not guarantee discretion on the other persons behalf. It was during his last year that the Duke of Eisenberg's son Erik collared the prince and they kissed and masturbated each other in the shower. It may have been just an innocent boyish fondle in exploration but it was enough to ignite a spark in Alex, a spark that the young prince knew was never going to be extinguished. Alex would never know that Eric had told the story of their sordid showering to Alden until a few years later during their biggest blow up. When Alex was due to leave military school the young prince was briefed that he would be appointed a valet and security detail in due course. At 20 years old Prince Alexander of Monrovia was a pretty decent sexy looking lad, standing five feet ten inches tall with brown hair and eyes, his body was quite athletic and generously proportioned. A nice muscle tone that he had worked up during military school allowed him to carry himself to great effect. The prince was definitely seen as bed worthy sex god and his impeccable manners had the girls he met cooing over him for his affection. Whilst Alden at 23 stood an inch taller and a more heavily set frame from his exercising and now in full military training, he was even more stunning than Alex and usually kept his hair neatly trimmed. Alex on the other hand let his hair grow out, it wasn't long by any means but it was just the right length to grab a handful to hold him still when he was getting fucked from behind. It was this that Jackson found more than stimulating when he was in bed with the prince. When you took everything away and just had Alex standing in front of you he was definitely a catch, a wicked personality that hardly ever shone unless he was in the company of someone he could trust. His parents were discreetly aware that Alex showed no interests in girls and when Alden would go on and on about girls Alex would simply roll his eyes and the check out of the conversation. A month before his first full official state visit Alex arrived back at the palace, he had attended several low key visits in the last few years albeit it was only a brief appearance and quite frankly he could do without the one coming up, this one was a full blown state visit and all the regalia that entailed. It was hard going for him, so much standing and talking, pretending to be interested when all he wanted to do was hide away in his private quarters in the south wing of the palace, having only moved in to them two months ago he hadn't had much chance to spend time there. He was getting older and no longer needed a governess, just like his brother for his 20th birthday he was appointed his own suite of rooms or royal apartment as it was called in the palaces private quarters. His brother was in the west wing occupying the rooms next to the Dowager Queen, their parents had the entire east wing which was also where Alex and Alden had grown up. The north wing or central part of the palace contained all the state and ceremonial rooms along with visiting dignitaries accommodation. The private quarters were still magnificent in space and luxury, importantly they afforded privacy away from public glare. The royal families quarters were all on the first floor with a formal dining, lounge and reception rooms on the ground floor opening up in to the gardens in the east wing. The majority of the ground floor was were the offices and household staff quarters were located. Alex walked part way with his mother to his quarters having a quick catch up and reminding him to be in the downstairs reception room at 3pm for his meeting with the head of the household and his new valet. The Queen laughed watching her son rolling his eyes and glancing at her, he knew better than to question the decisions being made knowing it was happening no matter what he said. Alex kissed his mother on each cheek then bowed his head as she left him, there were still some protocols he learned that had to be respected, after all his parents were the King and Queen. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt Alex arrived at the doors to the reception room at 3pm on the dot, the footman opened the door and announced his arrival 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander', Alex walked in seeing Major Lipscombe standing there next to a sexy looking man dressed in a grey morning suite with white shirt and grey tie. The more Alex looked at the man the more he was warming to the idea of having a valet, he certainly looked well built under the suit and stood just marginally taller than himself. "Your royal highness" Lipscombe said bowing his head, "Welcome back home". Alex nodded then the man spoke "Your royal highness" he said then slowly bowed his head. "Your highness may I introduce Jackson who is appointed as your valet" Lipscombe said. Jackson bowed his head. "Jackson trained as Lord Denholm's valet" Lipscombe informed him. Alex looked at Jackson "How long have you been here in the palace?" he asked. "Almost six months your highness, I have been trained by the Kings valet" Jackson replied with respect. "Your protection officer finishes his palace training in 4 weeks and will be assigned to you then your highness" Lipscombe now told him. Alex let out a small sigh "Is it really necessary?" he asked looking at Lipscombe. "Yes your highness, royal protocol dictates..." Lipscombe started saying. Alex stopped him "Blah blah, yes I know, protocol this, protocol that" he said exasperated. Alex noticed Jackson trying to stop himself smiling, "Something amusing Jackson?" he asked. "No your highness" Jackson replied fighting his urge to smile. Alex smiled at Jackson "Be in my quarters at 6pm then" he said then turned and left the room. Jackson looked at Lipscombe "Is he always like that?" he asked. Lipscombe scowled at Jackson "He, Prince Alexander is a very nice young man, misguided a little but none the less he is a prince". "Of course sir, I didn't mean anything by that" Jackson said apologising. "The Prince needs a lot of training Jackson, he needs to tow the line and stop fighting at every turn" Lipscombe said. Jackson looked at him "I guess by your tone you don't like him" he said confronting Lipscombe. Lipscombe glared at Jackson "Just do your job" he said in an unfriendly tone. "You may go Jackson" Lipscombe said dismissing him, "6pm in the prince's quarters". Jackson didn't have to show any protocol to Lipscombe so he could walk out of the room facing away from him. Personally he thought Major Lipscombe was a nasty piece of work and couldn't work out whose pocket he was in to secure his position as head of the household. Jackson had designs on progressing up the chain and wanted the majors position. At 30 Jackson came from a civil background and fought off hundreds of applications when the palace advertised for a valet position. Residing with Lord Denholm who had employed Jackson from the age of 18 and trained him well, quickly he learnt the ropes of how a noble household was run. With strawberry blond hair and brown eyes he was quite a looker, his body was relatively smooth and well tuned from years of working out in the private gym at the Denholm's mansion. Jackson was gay and this part of his life he never broadcasted around the palace, his sexuality was no secret and for the most part he kept a low profile refusing advances from a couple of the other gay household staff. His involvement with the butler at the Denholm's had been a disaster of a relationship over several years and was partly what drove him to leave. Completely put off of from getting serious with guys he chose random anonymous men for pleasure. Inside work Jackson was devoted to his career and abided by all protocols that members of the royal household must adhere to including a non-disclosure agreement or gagging order as most of the staff preferred to call it. Jackson was one of the elite group that spent time close to their member of the royal family, even Major Lipscombe was not privy to this world as it was behind closed doors. Dead on 6pm Jackson walked in to the small pantry area from the staff passage way and knocked on the door to the lounge of Prince Alexander's quarters, slowly opening the door he walked in. "Your here then!" Alex said coming in to the lounge and checking Jackson out properly for the first time "Good evening your highness" Jackson said bowing his head. Alex smirked trying to keep himself together "Well come on then let's get this over with". Jackson followed Alex in the dressing room "Has your highness decided what to wear?" he asked. Alex turned and looked Jackson up and down "No his highness has not. Undress me" he ordered trying to keep a straight face. Jackson bowed then stepped forward and reached up to unfasten the buttons of the prince's polo shirt. It was the first time Alex caught the male scent of Jackson standing so intimately close, he closed his eyes inhaling quietly but deeply and getting lost in a world of erotic fantasy. "Your highness, may I?" Jackson spoke and Alex opened his eyes forgetting where he was. "What?" Alex replied, "Oh yes of course" he replied lifting his arms up. Alex couldn't help letting out a moan as Jackson wrestled with his shorts "Careful!" he said. Alex could tell Jackson was trying to stop giggling, "Mind the crown jewels" Alex said. "Excuse me one moment your highness" Jackson said backing off and trying to cough the laugh out. "When you have finished you can run me a bath" Alex said putting on a bath robe. Jackson nodded "Of course your highness" he watched Alex dropping his underwear. "Catch" Alex said flicking his under wear up on his foot in the air. Jackson reached out catching them effortlessly, "Well done!" Alex said smirking at him. Jackson could see a very mischievous person under the prince's outer exterior, he smiled and bowed putting the underwear in the dirty laundry basket and went off to run the bath for his prince. Alex went through his clothes looking for something to wear for dinner, fortunately it was just family so it required nothing fancy, he was finding it hard to concentrate knowing he was curious and incredibly turned on by his valet, he understood roughly what valets did but he was about to push this further entering the bathroom. Jackson had taken his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to stop himself getting wet, Alex stood there naked and waiting casually leaning back against the marbled wall. Jackson turned opening his eyes widely "Your highness" he said gesturing to the bath. Alex walked past and climbed in to the bath "Would you like to wash me?" he asked. Jackson hesitated a moment. "In fact I order you to wash me!" Alex said sitting in the bath. "Yes your highness" Jackson replied, "Will your highness require all of you washed?". Alex smirked "When I trust you then you may wash the crown jewels" he replied giggling. Jackson smiled shaking his head, it didn't take long for Jackson to notice that the prince was sporting an underwater boner and this in turn was causing his cock to stir and had him thinking of all the things he would love to do to the prince. There was never any indication that the prince was bi or gay, it was confusing to Jackson figuring out the signals if there was flirting or just the prince being himself. Nowadays there was no need for secret signals or discreet meets in bushes late at night, being gay was an acceptable part of life across many countries and especially here in Monrovia. The only problem with this was you could never really tell them apart as straight men had become more metrosexual in their attitude and mannerisms. The prince laid back resting his head against the end of the bath staring at Jackson. "You are my first you know" Alex said keeping his eyes focused on Jackson. Jackson glanced at him "I hope you will guide me to things you like your highness" he replied. Alex closed his eyes "Why?" he asked, "Aren't you suppose to anticipate my needs before I know I need them?". "Of course your highness" Jackson replied, "As I get to know you it will fall in to place". Alex smiled and opened one eye "Jackson, drop the highness thing it is so tedious". Jackson stopped washing Alex's leg "I do not think that is wise your highness" he said. "Protocol when other people are around" Alex said looking at him, "When it is us be normal with me". Jackson smiled and nodded "And what do you propose I call you, when it is us?" he asked. "Alex" Alex replied then smiled, "If you dare of course" he added opening one eye again. Jackson saw that twinkle in his eyes "Oh I dare" he said flicking water at Alex. Alex chuckled "I could have you thrown in jail for doing that" he said smirking broadly. "Is that so, then who would catch the royal underwear when you flick them off?" Jackson asked. Alex grinned with his eyes closed "Fuck you!" he said in a soft tone. Jackson tutted and pinched the prince's toe "That is no way for a prince to behave" he said amused. Alex opened his eyes and caught Jackson's "I am serious Jackson, be normal with me". He stared at the prince "I will try but it is who you are" Jackson reminded him. "I know, I just want normal conversation, someone I can feel relaxed around in private" Alex said. Jackson stood and held open a towel "Come on shrimp get out of the bath!" he ordered. Alex poked his tongue out and stood up "How brave of you" he said, "Now dry me". Jackson laughed and threw the towel at him "Do it yourself". Alex threw him a look making Jackson laugh, he was nervous about this whole idea of treating the prince normally and rightly so. It wasn't like the prince had been hidden away from public view, the royal family were very careful to shield the boys as they grew up so not a whole lot was known about Prince Alexander. In the space of an hour Jackson had discovered a very bright, genuinely funny and nice guy hidden inside. Combined with his looks they all equalled dangerous traits that Jackson liked in a man. With the prince dressed and leaving, Jackson tidied up in the dressing room and bathroom then went down the servants passage way to get his dinner. "Jackson" Lipscombe called from his office as he passed by. Jackson stuck his head in the door "Yes" he replied. "Come in" Lipscombe said, "Sit, so tell me how it went?" he asked. Jackson chuckled sitting down "Well I think his highness needs whipping in to shape" he said. Lipscombe smiled "Prince Alexander can be a little tyrant he likes to do things his way". "Yes I got that impression" Jackson replied, "And my god he talks!, wouldn't shut up". Lipscombe raised an eyebrow "Really?" he said smiling, "Well that's a start I guess". Jackson nodded "Major, he did ask that I talk to him normally in private" he explained. Lipscombe sat pensive for a moment "Retain correct protocol when in public and do not overstep the mark" he said. "Of course" Jackson replied in a matter of fact manner. "Good" Lipscombe said, "And I expect you to be my eyes and ears with the prince in return". Jackson raised an eyebrow "Certainly not" he replied causing Lipscombe to glare at him. "Jackson do not cross me" Lipscombe said sounding serious, "You will keep me informed of what goes on". Jackson stood "I will tell you what I think you need to know and nothing more" he replied. Jackson left the office with absolutely no intention of telling Lipscombe anything that went on between the prince and himself, only what he thought would be useful for him to know. He knew enough about the trust that had to exist between valet and master and his liking of the prince so far would go very far in keeping his lips tightly shut. A few days passed by where nothing untoward happened, Alex was enjoying the time he spent with Jackson and they would gossip about the other staff and Prince Alden and his girlfriend Princess Elethera whom Alex didn't care much for. Jackson confirmed that many of the staff agreed with Alex's conclusion that Elethera was after a crown, and the crown of Monrovia was very desirable. By the fourth evening Alex was returning to his quarters a little tipsy from drinking wine at the dinner where his parents were hosting Princess Elethera and her family for a few days. Besides Elethra and her parents the Sovereign Prince Andreas was also staying at the palace. At 30 years old and next in line to the Hellenic throne, he made Alden look like a mouse compared to his attitude, demands and complete arrogance. Alex disliked him from the word go, despite his very Greek looks which were stunning to say the least. His dislike went so far it upset his father the King when he outright refused to chaperone him then eventually they negotiated an agreement to keep him entertained during the day and at dinner. "You don't look very happy Alex" Jackson said walking in to the dressing room. Alex turned to him "That prince is a dick, I really don't like him" he replied. Jackson shook his head. "Dinner was awful and he looks down at me" Alex complained bitterly. Jackson undid the buttons on Alex's shirt "Stop complaining he will be gone soon" Jackson said. Alex could feel Jackson's breath on his cheek "Do not tell me what to do" he replied smirking. "Why?" Jackson asked looking at him inches from his face, "I thought you wanted to be treated like a commoner". His words were left hanging in the air before Alex replied "I do" he replied softly. Alex felt his shirt falling away from his body and stood staring in to the mirror, a strange but unhappy look was etched across his face. Jackson stopped and watched the sad expression on his prince. Jackson slipped momentarily and stepped forward putting a hand on Alex shoulder rubbing it very gently. The prince stared in mirror at Jackson's reflection like he was about to break down, it was like Jackson knew and he gently put his arms around the prince comforting him. In turn Alex leaned back accepting the welcome embrace, he then turned around to face Jackson. Unsure what was driving this Alex leaned forward and his lips touched lightly against Jackson's before he realised what he was doing and pulled back apologising profusely. Jackson stood there smiling with his head cocked to one side, his prince didn't need to say anything and Jackson dropped his professional manner feeling this was the right thing to do. Slowly he put his arms around Alex and gently hugged him again. Alex raised his arms and encircled them around the valet, his hold was much tighter and he rested his head on the shoulder of Jackson. His suspicions confirmed by Alex reacting this way yet he could also tell the prince was scared to invoke anything further. Alex took the scent of Jackson in and he felt an incredible sense of comfort, he knew this was wrong and breaking almost every rule in the royal protocol book by overstepping the mark but he couldn't deny his attraction to Jackson was increasing second by second. Almost in unison they moved their heads until their lips touched again momentarily. Jackson let out a desperate sigh "This is wrong I am sorry" he said trying to move away. Alex held on to him "Please, I need this" he said almost tearing up. Jackson hugged him tightly again "I would do anything for you Alex please know that" he said. They stood alone in the dressing room, his valet holding him and giving the young prince some much needed companionship. Jackson's head was in turmoil yet he couldn't and didn't want to let go of the prince. Alex was unfolding before Jackson's eyes, the young prince had shown his sexuality for the first time inside the palace. His hold was tight in a comforting way and he whispered to Alex 'You can trust me Alex, nothing goes outside of these rooms'. Alex lifted his head and looked at Jackson nodding, he wanted nothing more than to be taken to bed by him and was mustering up the courage to go through with it, slightly disappointed he was lead in to the bedroom where Jackson put him to bed and wished the prince a good night. The silence and stillness of his surroundings only compounded to the loneliness he was feeling.

So I work security, I am working a work site and the construction worker manager saw me on Grindr. He brought me to his work trailer, closed the blinds, and dropped his jeans. I got down my knees and started to make love to his dick. He wanted ass, so I dropped my paints and spread my knees and his 8 incher went in balls deep. He shot his load deep in me and I suck him again to clean his dick off. He told me, " I want more and asking your boss to request you". I found out later he was married and I wondered, what is it with married men and them being so horny. I am a slut and cannot say no to a bull load.

Judicious use of poppers to relax your muscles down there during fucking can reduce the tendency to clench and spasm, and help prevent soreness. There’s ultimately no substitute for practice and stretching, however. Plus, you note that your sensitivity is coming on after rough fucks. That’s to be expected - your anus was not designed for what you’re using it for, and absolutely not for the kind of abuse it receives from a rough Top. I would go so far as to say that soreness is an unavoidable part of every committed cumdump’s service. If I’m not sore after I’ve been fucked, I have to question whether I did my job properly.

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When you are a size queen like me, you just cant say no to a big cock-- not even a toxic one that might give you HIV. Now I'd been barebacking for awhile, but i aleays looked for neg guys-- or at least guys who lied and said they were neg. But its hard to find negative barebackers- and i really like raw cock. Well, i found this one guy's profile on BBRT enticing, so I started chatting with him. His profile said he was "huge and uncut"-- so I just had to find out more! His profile also said "ask me" under status. Of course he was Poz--- but he also proclaimed to have a 9x7 piece of meat. We chatted off and on for a few months anD exchanged pics, there was always some reason not to hook up-- besides my overall fear of him being positive an having a cock that would rip me open. One night, after I had a few beers, I found myself on BBRT and feeling incredibly horny for a fuck. And big cock stud was on. And he IM'd me. Him: you lookin? Me: yeah. I need to get fucked bad Him: you finally gonna let me breed that sweet hole? Me: will you go easy on me? Him: yeah-- I know I'm big. Don't worry Him: and you're ok with Poz? Me: would you pull out if I asked? Him: yeah- I can cum either way Me: yeah, I think we should do this Him: can we film it? Just for us. I like to rewatch my fucks later Me: as long as you don't post the video anywhere Him: cum on over. Bring poppers He gave me the address which was only a couple miles away. And soon I found myself knocking on his door. I was met by a thin, wiry daddy guy, in his 50's and a bit shorter than me. He ushers me in and leads me to his basement which could best be described as seedy. Ratty carpet, bad panelling, a threadbare plaid sofa, empty liquor bottles and full ashtrays everywhere. We go to the couch and sit. I'm nervous as hell, but the porn is playing and it gives me something to watch. Seeing my hesitation, he pulls off his shorts... Holy fuck. That cocknof his flopped out and I was mesmerized. It was every bit as impressive in person. Moreso actually. Thick as my wrist, especially in the middle, with all this extra foreskin hanging off the tip. He was also flopping yo about mid-thigh And he wasn't even fully hard yet! "Why don't you suck it for starters?" he suggests. I knelt and tried to work that monster as best I could, but at my best I could only fit about half of it in my mouth. So I mainly concentrated on his skin-- tonguing it for all I was worth. Pretty soon he was all full mast and so was I. "You ready to get the fuck of your life?" I nodded yes. He led me over to his desk area and his computer. He fired up the computer's camera and started recording. Then he pushed me down and had me suck some more and get him good and hard and wet. While I sucked he talked up a storm-- giving me feedback, telling me how it felt, what to do. Then he asked me if my ass was ready. He stood me up and squirted lube on his massive cock, then he had me lube my ass. He spun me around and had me brace against the panelled wall while he rubbed his fat cock head against my crack. "You might wanna hit them poppers about now," he suggested. So I did. My alcohol buzz mixed with the fresh poppers sent me soaring and the next thing I knew he was using short quick thrusts to work his head into my ass. It felt in-fucking-credible! While he slowly worked deeper, he kept up a steady litany of "Yeah, open that ass up-- take my big ol Poz cock in that pussy!". Stuff like that. I kept hitting the poppers hard, but it didn't help much when he got to the thickest part of his tool. "Whoa! Damn that's thick-- I can't take it all," I told him. "Okay," he said, then he grabbed my hips and shoved violently into my hole. I screamed in pain and tried to get away, but he had me pinned to the wall by that giant prong of his. I know I was whimpering a lot, but he didn't care. He told me to just do more poppers. "I know it hurt- but it was for the best. Trust me, yours wasn't the first tight ring I've had to bust. Besides, When I promised you the fuck of your life, I kinda meant of your death too." And then he started really fucking me. Okay, I admit the pain of him ripping past by sphincter sucked, but what his cock did inside my body was nothing short of amazing. The fat part of his cock steamrolled my prostate with every thrust, and the knob of his cockhead kept popping up into my Colon with every thrust. I could feel him poking so deep in me-- deeper than any cock or toy had ever been. It hurt... Deliciously. "Yeah boy! Take that Poz cock! Wrecking your guts with my dick of death! You love taking this Poz meat, doncha boy?" And I did. He probably drilled me for about 15 or 20 minutes solid- and by the end I was fully bent over, bracing my hands on that wall and pushing back into him. And he was fucking me with every inch-- coming out just so the head was in, then slamming back in. My cock was drooling precum everywhere. "What's your status, boy? You neg?" "Yes sir," I managed to get out between grunts. "You know I'm Poz, right?" "Yeah..." "Well, I'm getting close, boy-- where you want my load?" The poppers and alcohol (and the amazing cock) had done their trick. "Don't stop fucking me!" I heard myself beg. "Well Here it cums boy! Here it.... Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah! Breeding your neg cunt with my toxic seed! Take my dirty load bitch!" When he started shooting, he planted his cock as hard and as deep as he could. He also had one of those spongier cocks that really swells and pulses as it cums, so I felt every shot of his venom jizz up inside my colon. Then I came-- all over the panelling and that nasty carpet. I didn't even touch myself, my orgasm just... Happened. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, slowly thrusting and withdrawing his meat. Working his load into my guts. Which is exactly what he said while doing it. Eventually he did what felt like the longest pullout I have ever felt, and his dong popped out with a wet plop. Them he turned off the video and we cleaned up and got dressed. He showed me bits of our "movie"--- damn, it WAS hot seeing that much cock wrecking my butt! He promised to email me a copy for my enjoyment. "And this is just for us, right? No posting online?" "Don't worry," he told me. A couple weeks later I got sick-- and I knew. Sure enough, my next HiV test confirmed it. I Tried looking For big cock daddy online, but I almost never saw him on. I emailed several times, but months went by and I never got that copy. Evidently it was "too big" to email. And when he was online, we could never find a time to repeat the fuck do I could get a disc. Then one day I got an email from an acquaintance of mine (a friend of a good friend) and I though "how unusual" for him to contact me. In his email he sent me a video link and said I should watch it. It was for some bugchaser or bug share website.... My heart stopped. Damn if it wasn't our video, right out there in the public domain. You could see my face, me sucking his cock, me taking hom raw... I sorta freaked out a bit, to be honest. Then I watched the whole thing while jacking off. It a fucking hot clip! He had edited it down some for time, but you could hear me basically beg him for his toxic load and then there he was knocking me up with it. Evidently lots of guys liked it because it got a 5 star review and had been watched several thousand times. Plus there were comments posted like "I love how that bugchaser begged for you to breed his cunt!". Stuff like that. Although the site where the video was originally posted is gone, I still run into our video now and again on dirtier sites. And it always reminds me of the fuck of my life. And my death.

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

I was online not looking for hookup just glancing around I received a message from a guy on bbrts( his message went something like this @2:26 am) definitely interested in getting together with you. You ok with getting completely naked from head to toes with me? Lick/suck cock,balls,ass,pits and feet all good with me. Can host have sling,toys,ropes,handcuffs and more. Looking 4 now. I said to him that it was kinda late because I had to go to work in a few hours but I definitely would like to get a raincheck. The I said 2 if my big weaknesses are the sling and toys. He replied back ok then asked when would be good and how long could I stay. I told him weekends usually work for me and I could stay as long as he wants then he asked if my head were in the clouds or pointing towards the stars( knowing what he meant I said I prefer pointing towards the stars brings out the pig more than having my heads in the clouds I then asked him what he liked I said either one. Then this is where things took a turn he said I knows some others I can invite over while I am there(blacks,latinos and daddies. Ok or not ok with you. At this point that was the conversation we had( now I have never been gangbanged or even been to one) the most guys I have pnp with was 2 guys. So I asked him are you looking or want to setup a gangbang( telling him that I was versatile and never been gangbanged) but I would be lieing if I told him that I have never thought about it. He asked if I knew how to administer and if I didn't he knew a few guys maybe he could invite 2 of them over. I said that sounds ok but then I followed it up with asking him why dud he bring it up and he said that he always wanted to host a gangbang and film it, going back to the question I said why ask me though he said he liked my pictures and profile where it says like to get my limits pushed and thought that I might enjoy it. I asked him how many guys were you thinking about and he said about 5 or 6 and then I started to get hard thinking this maybe the only opportunity that I may either get so I agreed with certain rules no scat blood and or extreme pain, he had agreed. Then I received a message the next day saying he was thinking about getting a hotel room not around where we live so no one I know shows up,he said we could set the room up with the sling and lay out the toys and the other stuff he had. Then once we were done getting everything ready he would post on quick connect"new meat in town" saying a versatile older male looking for his first gangbanged play in sling and bed toys,lube and poppers will be provided action starting around 7pm. I asked him how many guys are you looking to invite, he asked me how many did I want( never thinking I would find myself in a situation like this so I never really thought about it) I said I didn't know. He then said why don't we start of with 5 or 6 and see what happens I said that was fine. So the day comes we set everything up and I just got out of the shower when there was a knock on the door and he got up to answer it and here comes 2 guys( I find out that they are his 2 friends and they are their to administer the T) we talked for a bit then the older one he's about 55 crewcut blond hair muscular and the other guy was in his mid 40's black hair stocky build. The older guys ask me what my normal dosage is I told him between a .4-.5 but i add enough water just to dissolve the crystals so he had set up 3 points and point the guy who set this thing up( call him pete) I watched as the T start to take affect and he was stripping his clothes off( I am still sitting in a towel) I was asked to lay down on the bed and did( bob)the older guy came over and prepped my arm as Pete removed my towel and started to rub my cock and balls as i felt the point hit the vein( first try) I didn't notice right away but once the point was in I saw it had more than a .5 it was close to a .65 and I already could feel the T going in as and then Pete moved his hand down and lubes my hole up as i felt him slide something in then a minute or 2 later I realized what he slide in my hole as it burned a li3 bit once the point was out the coughing and rush was in full affect and Pete is on the side of the bed pushing my head onto his cock as Bob stripped and told me to look and I saw his cock it was close to 9 maybe 10" and he lived my hole up some more before living his cock up and I felt the head pushing in my hole as my mouth was getting fucked. Bob kept pushing in my hole as I moaned and then he stopped and when I looked he was pointing himself( I have never had anyone point themselves while their cock was in my ass) but this was the 1st and oh my god I could feel the heat from him as his cock seemed to get bigger and harder as now Pete and( the other guy call him luke) were now trying to get both their cocks in my mouth I was told to hit the poppers that was being held under my nose and when I did I felt their cocks in my mouth as all 3 started to get me prepared for the gangbang. After what seemed a long time I heard Bob moaning and saying he's about to cum and pushed his cock in as deep as he could and I that was the first load of the night then Pete pulled his cock out of my mouth and mounted my ass and began to fuck me as Luke kept fucking my mouth just then Pete and luck at the same time( luke pushing my head down his cock as Pete pulled my hips towards him I felt them start to shot their loads. They stayed in my mouth and ass til they went soft. Then Pete said now the fun begins. More to come

The following is completely true. I had planned for my evening to follow my rules: I would spend days looking at BBRT and breeding.zone and fantasize about really letting loose, really indulging my desires, but afterwards I would always return to Earth, chastising myself for getting worked up over such risky stuff. I went to Club Orlando as an outlet, a place to get a taste of what I wanted, but I gave myself two simple rules: first, I wouldn't allow anyone fuck me bareback, and second, if I found myself so frustrated that I was on the threshold of making bad decisions, I would simply get myself off - or leave. In the dark room of the maze there is a fuck bench of sorts. I stood near the end of the bench as I was somewhat selective, and certainly wasn't offering my bare hole to the entire room. I saw three other men bent over on the table, and as the room was quickly filing up, I took several huge hits from my poppers, just to keep me on edge. I guess I was feeling optimistic as, before I entered the dark room I had lubed up my ass, and was holding two magnum condoms - just in case. I wasn’t getting much attention, but then again, I was standing still at end of the fuck bench. Just then two older white guys walked through the door way. Each man sported an enormous dick. The two men immediately selected a bottom from the fuck bench and slid in. Both of the tops and the two bottoms were very vocal. Between the general scene and the poppers I was very excited, so when I felt a bare cock between my cheeks I was more than willing to accommodate, but still I managed to maintain my self-imposed rule and handed the guy a condom. The top accepted the condom but made no move to put it on. Instead he pinched my tits, nibbled my neck and rhythmically pushed at my hole - insistently. I was enjoying being played with definitely wasn't interested in getting fucked bareback, so I kept squirming my hole out of the path of his cock head, only to find it returned within seconds, seeking entrance. The intense fucking near us had me really turned on, and the man behind me used both hands to grab my hips and pin me against the fuck bench. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did I think he would all but rape me in a crowded room, still I grunted in pain and surprise as his dick, which was longer and thicker than I had expected, opened up my ass. Bareback. In all honesty I was so completely turned on I barely offered any resistance. The top fucked me for several seconds, using very long strokes. Although his technique was utterly amazing, reality still came crashing home - he was fucking me bareback, even as I gripped the second condom in my hand. I lurched off of him and pushed away at him a bit. As he left the darkroom into the main section of the maze I caught a glimpse of his silhouette: he was an older black man. I was incredibly flustered, the fucking had felt amazing but condoms are a reasonable precaution. I wasn’t ready to leave and took a few more hits of poppers. The older men pulled out of the asses they were fucking and moved down the line, one to the bottom his friend had just fucked, and the other to me. Without question or preamble he started trying to work his big fucking cock into my asshole bare. My hole was so ready it practically sucked at his cock head and I felt an overwhelming desire for it to stretch me wide. I handed the condom back and pressed it against his leg, and he took an arm and bent me over the table. As I was pressed down I felt his cock reach the perfect angle, and my hole stretched wide and open. He fucked his entire cock into me and when his hips hit my cheeks I sprayed cum all over the table. He fucked me with a vengeance, and it felt so good I didn’t bother offering any resistance. I felt him tense up and panicked as the unmistakable feel of a cock pumping cum filled my insides. He pulled his dripping and cummy cock out of me and another set of hands kept me from moving as his companion slipped into me. This one was about as long but much thicker at the head. It felt impossibly amazing working into me, and I felt cum gush down my cheeks and legs as it spurted out around his monster dick. His pace quickened and I felt him add another load of cum to my insides. He pulled out and I heard an audible plop as a gob of cum hit the floor. I was gasping and panting, having spent the past few minutes being fucked like an animal. I saw a young black guy near me, stroking a nice sized cock, and locked in the moment I shuffled my ass towards him and impaled myself on it. He made no effort to stop me and I worked my cummy hole all the way down his shaft. Between the previous big cocks and their loads it was effortless to work his whole cock in and out. He came in less than a minute, and I noticed another man was stroking next to us, so I shifted and was then filled with by the cock of a stranger. I tightened the grip on the condom in my hand as he shot his load into my ass. I left in a panic. Two weeks have passed, and while I haven't yet returned to the bathhouse, there is no doubt in my mind it was the best gay sex I have ever had.

I didn't originate it, so I have no claim to it whatsoever! I think - as you apparently do - that it's a very useful reminder that this one incident or these couple of things I saw are not the equivalent of a rigorous study.

That's the first time I've heard that saying. I hope you don't mind, but I am going to steal it and use it! So often in my working life I get people who think they can challenge data with some weird anecdote. The issue usually is that it is very hard for them to let go of their belief/anecdote whatever data you present.

I have a fuck machine. The first time I used it I was laying back and it was pounding me. I thought I was having a hands free orgasm but I actually had pissed all over the place. It was a great feeling though.

Chapter 12 I looked at my new friend and grinned. "So I didnt catch your name?" "My name is Dale." "Well Dale since my son here wants to be a giant asshole. I think he deserves to be treated like one and destroyed." I guided Dale's cock to my son's face. "Son see that drip right there. That's a combo of gonno and the clap. I am going to make sure before tonight is done you end up with all this flowing through ur veins. First choice son open ur mouth and suck him or face ur first consequence." Austin kept his mouth closed and was shaking his head no. "Alright, you asked for it. Back up a little dale" and with that I took his eyelids and opened them up and shook Dales cock so a droplet went right into Austin's eye. Austin yelled out. I laughed, "oh look at the little asshole not so brave now. You going to be a good boy and put that diseased cock in your mouth." Then Austin just opened his mouth and Dale put his dick to Austin's lips. "Good choice son. Suck that diseased cock. Suck it right out and let it enter you. You're such a whore letting Dale destroy you. I dont think I can contain myself much longer son." Then I thought screw it I already dropped one load into him. Why not a second one? Then I just rammed my cock into him. He had a muffled yelp, but Dale's cock made it hard for him to make much noise. Dale started to pull out of Austin's mouth. "no make him keep sucking that death stick." "I can't the fact ur pozzing ur son a second time will send me over the edge to fast with him suck on me. Plus i want to let another droplet form again so we can share more with him." I bent down and started kissing Austin. Telling him how pathetic he is and how nobody is going to want him after tonight so he better make a good impression. He instantly started going, "Yeah, dad make me a good boy. Give me that poz cum. Give me what I need." "Fuck son. You're such a good little whore." "Dad can you kiss me as you fill me again with that poz cum?" "Sure." I bent down and started kissing him because my balls were ready to explode. I had the biggest load ever. It felt like it just kept shooting and didn't want to stop. I eventually pulled out of him. "Hey wanna help me with this droplet." "Sure where did you have in mind?" "Take his dick there and spread that piss slit." I grabbed Austin's cock, which was hard and said, "what do you say boy?" "Please share that droplet with my cock. I need it." I spread his piss slit and touch Dale's cock to the piss slit. The droplet does right to my son. Dale goes, "Fuck that's so hot. I gotta fuck him now and load him up with my cum. Austin I have a very high viral load too." "That's fine. I want your load in me. Dad, will you kiss me while Dale fucks me?" "Sure, son." With that I went right to my sons face and told him what a good boy he's turning out to be and we kissed. Dale was right he was turned on for sure and it didn't take him long before he started grunting and unloading into my son. My son thank him and Dale said, "I think this has been the hottest experience i've ever had." Then he left. I looked around and almost forgot about Duke or anyone else being here. Let me know if you think I should continue....

As I got outside and reached into my pocket to grab my keys the note that Javier handed me fell to the ground. I picked it up and opened it up to read it. It stated.. He wrote down his phone number and Jack, I would love to take your poz load and join you.. I folded up the note put it back in my pocket and started up my car. I got home and Rick was in his home office finishing up the work day. He was on a conference call so I waited until he was done. Once he was done I went into the office and hugged him as he sat in his chair... He swung around and asked how are you feeling baby? I said im good, kind of mixed emotions. He looked at me and grabbed me by the waist and said it will all be fine, and with that he started to unbuckle my belt and drop my pants. He could see that my cock was getting hard talking about being poz so he took care of it as he started to gently suck on it and then picked up the pace as I was about to cum. Wow i shot a full load of my new poz seed in his hungry mouth, he got up out of the chair and kissed me so I could taste my poz seed in his kiss. I said Yea, it will all be good. After we got cleaned up I told him about the lab tech guy Javier and the note he gave me as I left the Dr's office. Rick asked me what do you think we should do? I said well I think we should gift him what he's been chasing for...Rick smiled and said good answer boy...Now is the time to do it before you start your meds, I sent Javier a text message and said he's got two poz cock's that will gladly gift him his wish. After a few minutes later I got a text back with a smily emoji and the words YEA. I replied back lets look at this weekend any plans? Javier replied back and said only plans i have is a weekend of poz breeding with you guys.

Hey agree and always go for a plug size bigger than you first think.....its will soon fit and be snug ....until you become more loose still 🐷

Call me a romantic pig but I love it slow and deep - watching jackhammering porn fucking is such a turn off, I want to savor and enjoy it all as both a top and a bottom.

On PrEP myself and NOT a bug chaser here. But that's beside the point. The questions you ask in your post from that other site are PERFECTLY fine. NOTHING wrong with stating, that you want raw sex only, and that you are NOT ashamed of this. That guy was acting both immature and spiteful towards you. If he doesn't like the same kind of sex you enjoy ... why respond to your post at all? I hope you will have loads of fun at the Heath 😈

That's true, we as humans can sometimes focus on the negative, when actually you're right I should focus on the positive responses. I guess in a way that's why I've come back here to vent as I know breeding zoners are generally by nature more open minded and accepting. Thanks @Loveitraw for your encouraging words.

Hasn't happened often, and not for a while. To be honest I find guys who wrap up to be the rarity when cruising. The last time I had someone insist on a rubber I refused because that's my line in the sand. He tried to call me a few names as I left him to it and my parting shot was that he should enjoy his wank because that's all he'd be getting. Like you I try not to get trapped into an argument but sometimes it does feel good to vent. Take heart in the fact that the majority of your responses were positive.

East Side Club, New York City: July 4, 2021. 4am. Went to the East Side Club for the first time. It is open for business (obviously). They require proof of vaccination. I showed them a paper copy of my CDC VAMS certificate. They were fine with that. Since it was a holiday weekend, I thought the place would be packed. It wasn’t—maybe twenty guys. But all it takes is one, or two, or three hookups to make things worthwhile. Honestly, I’m happy there’s still a place in midtown Manhattan where gay men can strip down and fuck at any hour of the day. Lucky for me this time I had three hot fuck sessions. The first was with a smooth blond boy. Saw him stripped down and messing with his bud. They had their door open which is always hot. He loved having his pits feasted on. Gasped and quivered when I positioned him on his back, legs hooked over my arms and my cock aimed at his hole. Entry into his ass was such a turn on for us both. We glided into a slow fuck with kissing and pit licking. After 20 minutes he needed a break to cool down. Second, was a naturally smooth muscle guy, about 35 or so. He had incredible ass control and milked my cock as we fucked. We lasted about 30 minutes before he had to check out and head home. Third was a short, hairy, eager bottom boy with a swimmer’s build. This one had hard wired nipples. I kept him happy by deep fucking his ass while I tended his nipples. He loved being pinned to the mattress while getting plowed. He was my last fuck session of the night.

If a bottom takes my dick to the base he's getting my cum deep inside. I don't pull out until every drop fills him up. If he can't take my dick to the base, I'll cum partly inside & partly outside.

Practice with dildos and butt plugs, and try to keep them in for some time. Even though you go back to feeling tight, one you're bottoming, your hole will open faster and feel more relaxed. And most importantly, your top will enjoy your hole much more ! Since I stretched my hole, I can feel the difference, and I make tops cum much faster. Enjoy !

Dildo's, but the best.. my fuckmachine 😉

Me and my uncle been having a sexual relationship since I was 16. He did bring some of his cop buddies over for me to service. I am a whore and a slut from sex with my second cousin.

Rubber...what's a Rubber?

Look who came back to me. He is still locked in chastity and hasn't been able to jerk his useless cock in a month. I bet I make him cum or bring him close to orgasm as I breed his hole again. If he gets off from me fucking him he won't need to be unlocked. And if he doesn't cum from being fucked he has to stay locked until he can orgasm from being breed. So either way this useless bitch is never getting unlocked. Enjoy the ride Bitch

Part 4 Key at my wrist, towel well-tucked around my waist, I started looking for Leo. The ventilation was slowly drying the thin layer of sweat on my body. It was impossible to ignore the odor. I smelled like sex. A lot of rooms had their door opened, and one was able to see a lot of activities from couples and threesomes, but also some solos. All of them gathering a small crowd. I peeked in each of them over shoulders, expecting to see Leo fucking the brains out of another jock for everyone to see. That was his thing. Second floor, checked. No trace of Leo. I went down on the main floor. I decided to start with the saunas and the pool area as it was easy to scan. Wrong. The pool was overcrowded. A lot of groping and kissing was going on; some were like engaged in a standing fuck in the water. Urggh! I need to tell Leo to avoid the pool later… The steam room was overpopulated. At the entrance, two or three guys were perversely groping the newcomers. Me included, twice, on my way in and on my way out. A guy was being spit-roasted on the floor by two massive men. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that for each seated man, a standing man was getting sucked. No Leo here. A line up for the dry sauna almost discouraged me. As I was waiting, a guy wraps his arms around, and kissing my neck just below my ear. “Do you have fun?” he asked with another kiss. I tried to see who my “lover” was. Another kiss on my shoulder, then a narrow tongue with a double tongue piercing gently licked its way back to my ear, plunging in it with passion. He loosened up his embrace, allowing me to turn around. His mouth was on mine right away, pushing his tongue in, battling with mine. A nice and long French kiss. Phew! That was good. It was the tattoo guy. “You dumped you little macho boyfriend?” he asked smiling at me. “No, I am looking for him actually” I retorqued. “Not here” he joked and start making out with me again. He was a good kisser. I gave in. “I really would like to find him” I said between two kisses. He looked back annoyed. “May be we can hook up later. I would really like that. I think you are hot” I was keeping my opportunity open. His expression changed and he was smiling again. “Hot, uhn?” he looked back at me. “Boyfriend found or lost, next time we ran in each other, you are mine. Deal?” “Deal” I managed to say. “He is not in there” my tattoo lover said, pointing at the dry sauna. “My three friends are in there fucking everything that has an ass to breed since we arrived. I would have seen him. And I doubt that it is his scene.” “What do you mean?” intrigued by his remark. “My friends are hosting a conversion party of their own. Interested to join the chasers?”. He grabbed my ass and pull me against him. “But for you to know, I would like to have the first go at you, I would prepare you good with my nice cock like I did the other bug chasing sluts.” I remembered his long-pierced cock. That would do some damages. “No promise here” I managed to say, “but I’ll keep my part of the deal” I added has I tug on one the ringed-nipple, without mentioning that I was already poz, and that if I join, it would be as a giver. Pool and saunas checked out. I was left with rows of rooms, a couple of open rooms used as “resting areas”, an open living room, and a very (too) small dark maze. I opted for the latter first and than to make my way back to the rooms section. As I went, I noticed the living room was occupied by only 10 of 15 guys – biker-look if anyone can tell from a half-naked man. Amongst them, a couple of fully-naked twinks with glazed eyes, playing with their soft cocks. It was strange to see this “empty” area compared to the rest of the crowded place. I got some glances over from some of the bikers, but I paid no attention to them. No Leo here. So, I went straight for the dark maze. *** “Excited?” John gesture at my cock that was proudly tenting my towel as he open the door of the room. “66” the door indicated, but a smart ass had draw with a black marker another “6” at the end. “Nervous” I replied which made John laughed. As soon as we entered, John locked the door behind me. It wasn’t the normal cheap room that you can rent. This one had on one side, a bed from wall-to-wall, and on the other side a bench similar to the one I was on few minutes ago. This one had a lot of straps and cuffs attached to it which made the other one dull, I guessed, if it is your kink. Next to the bench a sling, surrounded by a lot of mirrors to reflect any positions. Nothing to calm me. “So, which one do you want to try first? asked John. He must have seen my dismay and started laughed again. I was not to be bullied again. I regained my composure and said: “If you hop in the sling I can fuck your ass good” “It might be interesting, boy.” He said looking up and down. “but if I do, I’ll fuck you as well. So, I guess it won’t happen?” “Nope” “Want a drink? as he pull from the bag two bottles of flavored mineral water. I looked at the bottles, then at him suspiciously. “They aren’t spiked if it is what you think. Go on and pick the one you want. I’ll drink the other one” he said. His smile was almost charming. “Red pill, blue pill” scene was playing in mind. I took one and sit down on the bed. My ass reminded me it was looking for some rescue. What ever this knucklehead lubed me up with was leisurely burning. John might have seen my discomfort bit said nothing. I sniffed than tasted the water – nothing unusual, took a sip – yeah all good – and then another. I look at the brand – never seen it before. It tasted good, thought. I never noticed John putting back the other bottle in the bag and grabbed a normal bottle of water for himself. John started explaining that he was, him and few other men, members of selective club that he cofounded with his former partner in the Y2K period when they were both eighteen-years-old. John continued chatting about his club, but I was unable to focus on his monologue. I was brought back from my thoughts – what was I thinking about? when John sat next to me. Close to me. Very close. I was able to smell him again. A very manliness odor and not at all unpleasant. “I was saying that we are looking for new minions” “Hun?... Minions?” What was he talking about? “You know, young recruits to join the club, young man to keep us company. I explained it to you.” “Uncle… no… knock… uhn…” - what was his name again? “Beefy…! He was… re… recruiting me?” I manage to say. “Beefy? John started to chuckle. “Yeah, it fits him well, but I call him knucklehead” “Yeah, beefy…” I stuttered. “Are you ok?” John asked me with concerns. “You must be dehydrated, drink some more water” he said. “No, I’m good…” I looked down at the bottle and it was almost empty. John was caressing my back. His hand was rough, a hand that is used to manual work, hard work, not like these pencil-pushers – did he said he was a mechanic? Unimportant. The hand was rough and it felt good. I closed my eyes when his other hand reach my left nipple and gently play with the tip. Highly sensual. “I’ve got more water if you want” I heard John say. I looked down at my bottle which was now completely empty. “Yeah, I would like… that…” shaking my empty bottle in front of him. “But first, would you… euh… you mind… if I lay down a bit?

Hands down, Max Konnor. The look, the body, the dicc, what more can I say? His Twitter is way better than his real porn scenes. He reminds me of Bobby Blake back in the day.

Fuck yes I live when a top leaves his cock in me after he busts his nut in me. Using my ass muscles I keep him hard enough so he doesn’t slip out and I can get another load/loads outta him

Some recent events, and recent posts on the Breeding zone have prompted me to write a work of fiction. Although, I have used myself as the main character, please remember this is a work of FICTION and any similarity to real people and future events will be argued to be nothing more than pure coincidence. Enjoy. How I became a Biker Bitch Part 1 It’s difficult to believe I’ve come to this. I was a bisexual top only a few days ago, and now, well, maybe I should start at the beginning. A few weeks ago when I went out with my sister to her favorite karaoke bar. I’d been there before, as a matter of fact, I go to all the bars in town. Anyway, this particular night as we were leaving she introduced me to Magnum, the leader of the biker gang which happened to be there that night. He said “Glad to meet you. You’re not drinking?” I’d just stopped a bit earlier, and told him I was driving her tonight, as we were in her car. " Oh, got it" he said, "Good to meet you" and with that he shook my hand. He wasn’t built quite like the other bikers, having a somewhat smallish frame, as opposed the rest of guys in the bike gang, who were generally big guys. I thought this a bit odd. When we get outside I asked my sister why she introduced Magnum to me. She explained that she wanted to know if was he bi. My response, “How the hell should I know?” “Well some of the girlfriends and wives think he is, and everyone knows you are, so they just thought you could tell. Everyone hates his girlfriend 'cause she gets so jealous of anyone, even guys. talk to him. Honestly most of us are hoping Magnum and his girlfriend break-up - she's completely controlling." I responded "Women, are such conniving……” shaking my head, “What business is it of yours, your not even in their club. I mean conspiring against a guy like that. I want no part of it” “But I will say this, if we were at the gay club and the guys kept playing with his rear and crotch like they did here tonight, I’d think they were all gay and he straight.” She laughed and that was the end of it. We started going to each karaoke night at the club. The first couple of weeks only a few of the bikers dropped in, on one Saturday night they all showed up again, including Magnum. I decided to buy him a beer, thinking it would be good to be friendly. I got two beers, and walking over to him, said "Howdy," handing him one of the beers, which he accepted with a broad 'thanks'. Showing him my beer, I remarked “See, I do drink” and with that I strolled-off, thinking "My good deed is done for the night." As the night progresses, everyone got drunk, of course. I had to go take a piss as I walked into the men's room, a biker walked in behind me, taking-up the adjoining urinal. To my surprise he struck-up a conversation asking “You’re Debbi’s brother, aren’t you?” “Well, yes” I replied. Extending his free hand, we clumsily shook hands and he introduced himself saying “I’m Hambone. I’ve heard about you.” “Oh, I hopes it’s not bad.” “I heard you’re a queer.” I replied “Not quite: I’m bi. I do like women.” He clarified "But you do like cock, right?" adding "What do you think of mine? Bet you’d love to suck it for me wouldn’t ya?” With that he turned to show it to me, then,without awaiting my reply, zipped-up and walked out the door. leaving me with my mouth hanging. His cock was a beauty. I could understand why they call him Hambone. While his cock seemed to be of average length, at least when soft, but boy was it thick. I don’t think I could have gotten my mouth around it if I had wanted to. Well I would have tried if he had been serious. LOL. I hadn't had sex with anyone in a long time, and I was just about to go out of my mind with the desire to have physical contact with another person, but I didn't really know what had been stopping me. I washed my hands and returned to the table, and my beer. Debbi and I were sitting at a table with one of the bikers, Mike, and his wife, Linda, as well as a couple other women who are friends of theirs as well as Debbi, who had just been called to the floor for a song when Magnum walked-up and invited me to accompany him out on the patio where a couple of other bikers were gathered. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but figuring the club was a public place, and as I didn’t sense any menace in the invitation, I accompanied him. Once out-side, one of the guys lit-up a joint and started passing it around. While I declined, Magnum opened saying “Some of the guys have talked it over, and we have decided to invite you to join our club.” “Wow, well uh, I’d love to belong to your club, but I’m afraid I don’t qualify. Believe me, you really don’t want me, I’d be an embarrassment. Thanks, though.” “How’s that?” he asked. “I don’t have a bike, nor do I have a good enough job to buy one, or even know how to ride, if I did have a way to buy one. Let alone the fact I used to be a prison guard, and some of your guys are ex-cons, the two don’t normally mix well. Then there's the fact I’m bi, and some of your guys would.…” He interrupted me,“Oh, I didn‘t know you were a guard.” He grinned widely and glanced at the two other bikers passing around the joint. "As for the job, I’m sure one of us can help you find one that pays enough, and I’m sure we can round up a bike you can borrow 'till you can buy one. And we can teach you to ride.” I asked, “Has anyone ever turned you down?” “Nope.” “Oh” I replied, and with that Magnum said “So it’s settled. Sure you don’t want?” offering me the joint again. “No thanks, really.” Magnum resumed by saying “We have a four month probationary period during which time you will be sponsored, so everything your sponsors tells you. You'll ride with them, everywhere they go.” As they finish the joint, and we started inside, and he told the other two guys "There's a meeting at my house after closing to start his initiation" gesturing at me. I looked-on dumbfounded. “I, I, I ah, really don’t know what to say.” Back at the table he told Debbi “Your brother has decided to join our club. I know he was riding with you, but one of us will get him home. He has to be at the meeting after the bar closes.” With that he walked-off. Turning to me Debbi said, “I didn’t know you wanted to join the biker club. You don’t even know how to ride.” “I was drafted. Maybe we should go NOW.” Mike spoke-up, “Oh, it’ll be fine. I’ll watch after him, Debbi.” To which I added “Well, he did offer to help me find a job. I can’t really turn that down. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll give it a shot.” “That’s the spirit” Mike said. I looked-up and saw Hambone talking with one of the bikers who was outside. He saw me, lifted his beer and with a smile, saluted me. Now, I was worried. Mike’s wife rode home with her friends and he drove me to Magnum’s place out in the country. On the way I asked him, “So, what goes on at this initiation anyway?” “It’s different for each guy. Mine was downing a bottle of jack, which I immediately threw up” and he chuckled at the memory as we pulled into the yard. I saw there are several bikes and a few trucks on the property, but not as many as I expected, which I pointed out to Mike. “Oh, yeah, well most of those belong to Magnum. There will only be six to eight guys here.” “Huh - I thought your club was bigger than that” I remarked, looking at him quizzically. “It is. These are the pack leaders, if you will. Or if you prefer club officers. They will initiate you, and then assign sponsors to you who will guide you for the next four months” he explained as he stopped the truck. I got out, but he didn’t. “Aren’t you coming in?” I asked. “Nope, I’m not an officer. They’ll get you home later, or call one of us to do it.” The two guys from the patio were waiting and escorted me inside. "I’m Jack" the larger guy said, "and this is Will." Jack was about six feet tall, tattooed all over. His arms were amazingly large. Frankly his size made me feel very small. Will was also a big guy, has a rough scraggly beard, a few scars on his arms, and also had numerous tattoos. When we entered the house I saw Magnum, Hambone, and three other big guys drinking at a bar in his house. I could smell the joint they were passing around. There was a pool table, a leather couch with a coffee table, and sliding glass doors. Outside I saw an in ground pool. Nice house, I thought to myself. About then I recognized one of the guys as a biker I had met many years earlier at the adult drive-in. All we did was mutual jacking in his car. I was sure it was him, but I couldn't remember his name. Then someone said “Well, I see our new guy is here. Time to started.” Jack and Wills grabbed my arms and I knew there was no way I could break free, but I tried anyway. “What the hell guys? Let me go.” They just laughed. Magnum and the other guys are smiling. “We aren’t going to hurt you” Magnum said, adding "Well, yeah, it’s going to hurt I’m sure, but you’re a cocksucker so you’ll enjoy it. See here's the plan. The boys and I, well, when we found out you were a cocksucker, and then you tell me you were a guard. You sort of picked your own initiation.” “Hell yeah!” Hambone said. I responded “Look guys, if you want me to suck your cocks, fine. I won’t resist, you don’t have to do this” and I gestured in Jack's direction. The guy from the drive-in, who was taking a drag off the joint spoke-up saying “ That’s not all we want, see a couple of us got raped in jail and now it’s payback time.” "Yeah" I heard Will say. I thought to myself What are my options here? I’ve got to talk them out of this - no place I could run to, and no way I could fight them off. “But, I wasn’t the one who did it, and I’ve never....” Then I felt the sting of Jack's huge hand on my face, and tasted blood. Magnum continued "We’ve decided to make it easier on you then they had it. Now we can do this the easy way, and you undress yourself for us like in prison, or....” Jack squeezed my arm and I clenched my teeth in pain. “Okay, Okay” I said. With my acquiescence Jack and Will let me go, and Jack knocked my hat off and slapped me on my ass, knocking slightly forward. “Hee-haw, Cowboy. Show us what you got.” I quickly regained my step. “Get em off, boy, or else, we’re waiting” Hambone said with an evil grin. I heard a chain lock being placed on the door behind me, then Jack and Will took a seat to watch me strip. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor, then went to lift my T-shirt. “Oh, this is taking too long” Jack remarked, and standing-up, he moved towards me. I froze, expecting to be punched. Instead he grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it off me. “Jack, let him do it” called-out one of the guys, to which Jack replied “Okay, Bill” and he resumed his seat. I unbuckled my belt, and reached down to pull off each one boot then the other and then dropped my jeans. Wearing only my underwear and socks, I stood there, hesitating. Magnum barked-out the order “Get them off, everything, even the socks.” So I pulled my underwear down and then removed my socks, and then stood-up, covering my crotch with my hands” feeling rather embarrassed. “Remove the hands. Stand there like you were an inmate” someone ordered. I lowered my hands to my sides. “Good, good. You’re doing so well.” Bill then remarked "That’s such a tiny cock you got there. I can’t see any woman wanting that. No wonder you’re a cocksucker." Of course everyone laughed. “I’m a grower” I responded. "Yeah sure" Hambone said as he unzipped his own jeans. to be continued.

Part 3 A lean man, with harness and leather jockstrap, was caressing my back. Beefy had pulled out his finger and remained quiet as he saw the man approaching. An unknown man was still holding me on the bench. Now my view was blocked by the leather man’s bulge. His hand stopped at the top my ass, slowly moving it back and forth, undecided whether it would snuggle down or move up back the line of my spine. “Who is this nice fellow, knucklehead?” “A candidate for you Sir” replied beefy. The finger was inching toward my hole. I was shivering. “Ah! I see. By his reaction and the tears on his face, he doesn’t look to me as willing participant”, the man replied in a stern voice. “Oh! he his, Sir.” “Mpphfm… a… igh…” I yelled incomprehensibly in the rag. I wriggled my ass more in the attempt to dislodge the finger that was sinking dangerously toward my hole than to indicate that I was here totally against my will. “Shut up bitch” beefy interrupted me with a painful slap. “Haven’t we talked about this, knucklehead?” “Yes Sir, but look how nice he his. Perfect.” “Yes, he is perfect” the man nodded which draw a wicked smile of beefy’s face. “But” continued the man, “we don’t rape anyone, under any circumstance. Is it so hard to understand?” “Yes Sir, I mean… No Sir, sorry Sir.” An apologetic beefy said in a low voice. “I’ll deal with you later. Make sure to show your sorry ass when I asked for you” “Yes Sir” I was set free. The inside of my ass was still itching and the temptation to slip a finger in crossed my mind. I stood up to met with the leather man. His body had a great definition. It was visible the man was taking care of his body which make him attractive to me, but he looked to be over 40 which played against him. The leather, on the other side, was neither appealing nor repulsing. Leather, piercing and tattoos that was Max (my boyfriend) fetishes. “I’m John, boy.” The man said. “I would like to apologize for this regretful incident” “Euh.. Ahem… thank you for… I’m Leo…” I said regaining my wits. “Leo, is it? Come with me, boy, I would like to explain this whole misunderstanding” He moved slightly, reducing the space between us, I could smell the man, the musk, the leather, all mixed, creating a strange odor that brought some lite dizziness. “Ah, thank you, but I rather find my boyfriend” I said. “Nonsense. I insist. I don’t want rumors spreading that I condone rape. Come on, do I look like the big bad wolf ready to take your cherry?” he said in humorous tone. I wanted to say yes he did. I wanted to escape but my feet weren’t moving. I was looking in his eyes and I knew for sure he was a predator. A man that doesn’t take no for an answer. A man that always gets what he wants. “Ok” was the only thing that came from my mouth. I found myself following this man. My eyes were fixed on a small skull wrapped in a biohazard tattoo just above his well-defined ass in front of me. As he walked, I was under the impression that the skull was smiling at me. *** I had sucked a second load after a lot of efforts, but Victor (I learned his name while I tongue-washed his balls) remained hard and was coaxing me to pull a third load from him. The dick was already shinny and the piss slit was expulsing drops of clear cum. His balls were drenched with my saliva. He had such a nice dick. I did what any honest cocksucker would have done. I open my mouth and push his member down my throat. It only took few minutes before he grabbed my head and jammed his cock completely. “Oh fuck me! Urgh… fuck… Swallow…” an out of breath Victor said. “You are a horny man…” I said while standing up to stretch a little. My own cock was hard and pointing up nicely. “You have a nice one yourself” said Victor giving it a few strokes. “You want to cum?” ”Probably, but not like this. I like to cum when I fuck.” Victor kept stroking me. My hard on would need more than a handjob to spew its load. “Does is hurt?” asked Victor “What hurts?” “Getting fucked”. Victor was looking at my cock, gauging its thickness with his fingers. “The few first times, some. It depends how much you have prepared, and who fucks you and its size. After that, well, you can get some pleasure and satisfaction out of it” Victor became serious and look at me. He had removed his hand and was toying with his cock. He was going to ask to fuck me. It would be a long fuck as he just orgasmed 3 times in the last hour… and not counting on the fact that he was a buttfucking novice… “Would you do it?” he asked “Hun… do what?” I questioned back. “Well, fuck me. I am curious and I would be fair for you to cum. It is the least I can do for you, you know, returning the favor” he reply, looking for my reaction. “Are you sure, I am not sure it is a good idea…” “Why not? I trust you will take it slowly, and if someone is going to fuck me, it’s going to be you. You sucked me and swallowed my loads 4 times. I guess we’re past the stage of being strangers.” “Yeah… but…” uncertain to what to say, “not a god idea…” I repeated Victor turned around, got on all four, and from nowhere, produced a envelop of lube that you can pick at the reception for free. “Euh… where is the condom? I asked surprise by sudden change of attitude from the man. “No condoms. I want to feel it for real. It might the only time I get fucked. Go on before I change my mind.” “No really, we should use a condom, to be on the safe side…” I risked again. “Look, I never done anything of this. I have no disease, never had.” “Yeah… but…” “No but. Fuck me. Fuck me now.” The man was getting anxious again. “Ok, I will take my time to make sure it doesn’t hurt too much, but I really think it’s not a good idea”. A virgin, I thought. How does someone fuck a virgin, I asked myself? When I got fucked the first time, I had years of preparations: fingers, vegetables, then small dildos. I read a lot of stories, but in real life? And then, I always used protection when I fucked a guy. In the first year, I used to fuck raw but not anymore. I like to cum in an ass, but the condom collects everything. And with that I lubed his ass and fingered him. He took the two first fingers like a champ. I met resistance with the third one, but he did not complaint. I am not that big, but 3 fingers is the minimum required. I lined up my cock and slowly pushed against the virgin hole. “It’s not a good idea… I should get a condom…” I whispered more to myself than for him. “Urghh…” he said at the intrusion, “don’t stop”. I pushed harder and at the same time he backed his body on my cock. I was halfway in. “Oh fuck!” I said, surprise by the tightness. His hole was like a boa constrictor, trying to cut-off the air supply of its victim. Right now, it was preventing the blood to flow normally, and my cock got harder. If I didn’t have few years of practice, I would have creamed his guts right there, right now. “Arrghh…” he screamed, surprise by the thickness. My cock was like a hot spearhead, finding its way in the flesh of its victim. Right now, it was finding its way in the passage in the opposite normal flow, and his hole got tighter. If he had experienced a few fucks before, he would have purred like cat in front a bowl of milk. I fucked him for 20 minutes, enjoying my first virgin, before he asked if I was ready to cum. I had already cum once in his ass after 5 minutes with a lot of guilt and shame. But I was so excited that these feelings vanished as quick as they came. I never got soft, so I continued to fuck the man, giving him a ride that any bottom would remember. “Yeah, I am close” I answered “Go for it, cum in my ass” he said. “It’s not a good idea… I should pull out”, I was still ramming my cock in an out. His hole would be sore. It should have killed the mood, and my erection; but hearing this man, not so straight anymore, bottoming for his first time, pleading for my load in his ass, pushed me over the edge. “Uhn… Uhn… I grunted as I unloaded my second load of the day. “Wow…” was all he said. He pulled me next to him on the small bed, cuddling for a good 10 minutes, before he said that he should go back home to his wife. (\OoO/) As he got dressed, he throwed the room key on the bed next to me. “Take your time. Please, bring the key at the reception for me” he said. “Yeah… sure…” I replied distractively, still in the aftermath of what I had done. Yeah, the guy was straight, but I had assumed he was single or divorced. Now he was going back to his wife… As Victor opened the door, he turned around and asked: “Why did you thought it wasn’t a good idea to fuck me? I sure enjoyed it” he said genuinely. “Because I am positive”, I replied.

That must have been the longest week waiting for my results to come back, towards the end of the week I figured everything was good and the home test I took earlier must have been a false positive....I went into work and just finished a meeting when my cell phone rang, I looked down at it and it was the Dr's office. I answered and the voice on the other line said is this Jack, I said yes. A few minutes later the voice said Hey Jack this is Dr. Johnson and we got the results back from your HIV test. I would recommend coming into the office this afternoon so we can go over the results. The fact that I may be positive finally hit me and I had to sit down and let it sink in...I said sure let me look at my schedule and ill see if I can come in around 3pm today. The Dr said that will work ill put you down for 3pm. The rest of the day my mind was wondering back and forth what does this mean and my stomach was in knots. i decided to skip lunch and told my boss I had to head out to a Dr's appointment at 3pm. She looked at me and said is everything ok, I said yes he just wants to go over my lab results probably my cholesterol is high or something...I didnt want to tell her that I may be HIV+. I left the office around 2:30 and headed straight to the Dr's office, I walked in and the waiting room wasnt too busy, I made my way up to the receptionist desk and signed in for my appointment. A few minutes later the nurse called out my name and i followed her into the examination room, wait here and the Doc will be in to see you shortly. About 10 minutes later the Dr came into the room shook my hand and said how are you doing Jack? I looked at him and said you tell me, whats up with my results. The Dr pulled out his iPad and got my chart and said well your HIV+ came back positive. When he said that my crotch perked up and saluted to attention, the Dr looked at my crotch and said looks like you joined the brotherhood so congrats to you. I looked at my with a puzzled look and he said it's ok and with that he pulled up his shirt and revealed a scorpion tattoo. He said Yes, Jack I am part of the brotherhood too. Do you know who you got it from? I said yes I do it's the guy im seeing Rick, he said Rick Davis? he's one of my patients a great guy and handsome too...You are a lucky guy...Wait here I am going to send in Javier to get some more blood I want to see what your viral load is at and have you thought about meds? I said no this is all new to me....He looked back at his iPad and asked are you still using CVS for your pharmacy? I said Yes I am....Well the viral load shouldnt take too long once I get the results back I will call in a script to CVS for you and you can pick it up there..Wait here for Javier. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Rick and said well I am poz, a few minutes later he replied back how do you feel about it? I said I dont know yet...He replied let's talk about it when you get home, love you.....Right after I received that text Javier came in and said hey there welcome back, I here you need some more blood work. he preceeded to extend my arm and put on the tourniquet and looked for a vein. He found my vein, thank goodness I am an easy poke (no pun intended LOL). OUCH I felt the needle go in and Javier started to withdraw my blood and started chatting with me. When he was done he put a bandaide on the spot he took my blood and then scribbled out something on a piece of paper and handed it to me...he said wait till you get outside..

If you've read thru many of the posts in the forum, I think you'll see that there are many people here who walked away with a net positive experience from their early start. I don't think that it's fair to pass judgment on their own thoughts and feelings about their experiences, or expect that they have to share the same draconian sexual views on this topic that we have here in the United States when in other countries these practices are normal and routine, and those people live a perfectly well-adjusted life. I think we do a lot of people a disfavor when we tell them they are supposed to be traumatized instead of letting them decide if it was traumatic for them on their own.

I went over to the couch and managed to pick Katie up and take her to her bedroom. She flopped down on the bed and sighed. I got changed into something more comfortable, just a tank top and shorts, when I closed the drawer the container of poppers rolled out from under another pair of shorts. My cock twitched, betraying me, I put the tiny bottle in my pocket. As I exited the room I set up her umbrella against her door so if she opens it, I'll hear it and have enough warning. I enter the living space to find Cory and Stephen on the couch kissing and playing with each other. Stephen called me over. "Hmm, you need a better outfit, Cory," he said patting him on the ass "go give him something to wear." Cory smiled and got up and pulled me to the bedroom. "Have you ever worn a jock strap?" he said opening a drawer. "No is that those ass-less things?" "Yes, Damn you straight boys are boring nowadays. Here." he handed me a tiny piece of fabric. "lets see it". I slowly dropped my shorts and stepped into the jock, pulling it up all the way. It felt super strange, very exposed. "Really? Nasty pig?" I said finally reading the words on the strap. "I saw you that night, you're a nasty pig, just in training. Put this tank top on." I put the tight tank top on, grabbed my shorts and walked out to Stephen with Cory behind me. "Atta girl, I just let Danny into the building, you should let him in." As he finished that sentence the door opened and there stood Danny smiling. "Oh what a great surprise!" he said walking up to me, inspecting and circling me. His hand rested on the waistband and traveled along the rim to my back, he dropped his hand and gave my ass a squeeze. "On your knees bitch, I haven't cum yet today I'm over due." I got on my knees in front of him, I could see a bulge in his shorts. "He is not a big guy, there's no way his cock is this big" I thought to myself. "Come on sweetie, bring out your treat" I reached up and tucked my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled down, He cock sprang free from his underwear underneath and gently slapped my cheek. My mouth opened a bit in surprise. And then I realized I must have looked like one of those countless porns with "cock reactions" from the girls. "Go slow first, kiss all over my cock." I did as I was told, kissing the base, the underside, the sides and of course the head. His hand started to gently caress my head, running through my hair. "Lets go to the couch." Danny said stepping over to the couch and sitting next to Stephen. Stephen patted the couch next to him and I got on my knees facing him and Danny, reaching over Stephen to take Danny's massive cock into my mouth. Stephens hand rubbed my lower back, my ass and my legs. Danny's cock tasted freshly washed and was really putting a strain on my mouth and jaw, I'm barely in it. Danny's hands helped guide my head up and down his shaft. I did my best to take him as deep as I could, but I couldn't help but gag. He was gentle about it, when I would gag he would let up and slow down. He seemed to get close and he stopped me, "He needs some loving too." I felt a mouth press against my exposed asshole and a hand fished my cock out of the jock strap. then Stephens hand grabbed my hand, I was jacking Stephen off with my free hand, as I started to go down on Danny again trying my best to make him cum. Cory was jerking my cock while eating my ass, I had never felt a sensation like it before, his tongue working in and out, all around my puckered hole. Danny got worked quickly, moaned and grabbed my head again forcing my head down as he came into my mouth. Stream after stream coating my mouth, they were right, it was sweet. Stephen extended his legs and sighed, his foot kicking my shorts and I heard the bottle of poppers leave the pocket and roll across the floor, and everything stopped, I gulped. "You dirty slut, when were you planning on taking those?" Stephen said. "Right now" Danny said. "Go get it on your hands and knees" he said playfully slapping my face. I stepped down to the floor and crawled across the room to grab the poppers. I turned around and all three guys had their cocks in their hands gently stroking and watching me. "Go ahead". I shook the bottle, took a hit and was starting to feel really good. "Go to the bathroom and get in the tub you nasty pig" Danny said. Stephen and Cory both acted excited, "ooooo" and they got up and went to their bedroom as I got up and went to the bathroom, Danny following me with a hand on my ass. As we entered the bathroom Danny practically slammed the door, he pinned me against it and said "Have you ever kissed a guy?" I shook my head no. "You kiss me like I'm your girlfriend and I might let you leave this bathroom dry." I leaned down to meet his lips and quickly his tongue entered my mouth, we kissed for quite a while and other than the bit of scruff I'm not used to, it was pretty hot. My cock was pressing against the jock strap. Danny stopped the kiss, reached for my hand where the poppers were and lifted it up. "take 2 hits, 1 in each nostril. Then tell me you what you think I brought you in here for" I took the two hits as told and I could feel my inhibitions leave me. "You were going to piss on me?" I asked. "Do you want me to piss on you?" "I want you to do what you want," came out of my mouth. "what the fuck" I thought. "In the tub piggy" he said giving my ass a big slap. I opened the curtain and climbed in the tub getting on my knees. "You don't have to drink it all but you do need to try 1 mouthful." he said. I stared up at him and saw him relax as he let out a sigh. a stream of off clear piss trickled to my knees, up to my thighs, getting more powerful as he went up my body to my face, I opened my mouth and let it fill up. I tried to swallow but it was tough, as I struggled to figure it out. He let the stream wet my hair and continue to coat my body. *Clunk* I came to my senses. The umbrella I set up in Katies room had fell over. She's awake. There was a knock at the door. Danny called out, "1 second sweatheart". He motioned to open my mouth again, his stream filling my mouth. I swallowed it, he handed me the poppers and said "2 more hits". "Fuck" I thought, "what is he going to do!" he flushed the toilet clocked the curtain and opened the door. "Hey sweetie here you go." and I heard Katie enter the bathroom, sit and use the toilet. I was terrified, sitting in the tub less that 3 feet away, in a jock strap, covered in piss. I lifted the bottle to my nose and took a slow and deep hit of the poppers. Katie sniffled, finished, got up and left the bathroom, I heard her go back to her room and shut the door. I relaxed in the tub. I can't believe I didn't get caught. The door opened again and I practically jumped. "Oh. My. God." I heard Stephen say, "I can't believe you didn't get caught." "I know me too" I said about to get up. "Ah ah ah, stay there, we have to go you nasty little piggy" Both Cory and Stephen were standing there, semi soft cocks in hand pointed at me. The streams started to flow in the same way Danny's started, on my knees, all the way up to my face. "Did you drink Danny down?" Cory asked. I nodded. "Then open up" Stephen said. My mouth quickly filled with their piss and spilled all over me. they were done faster than Danny. "Danny wanted to fuck your ass but wanted to know if you ever tested POZ." "I tested negative last week." "Oh fuck" Cory said. "Isn't that a good thing?" I asked. "Yes," Stephen said, "Unless Thomas finds out, then he won't rest until he converts you" "Let's hope he never finds out then" I said standing up. "We're happy you're neg...for now. We have a lot of friends that want a piece of your ass." Cory said. "Yeah it will be a lot easier to share you" Stephen said. "That's funny guys, we'll see." "Rinse off and join us tonight. We get a piece first"

Part 2 Tim and Bart left the room for a short time to let the brothers relax in the post gifting bliss. Both brothers were still hard from the gifting, especially Aaron as the drugs would be keeping him hard for a while longer. "Aaron, I can feel all the warm piss in me. It feels soooo good. Your cock is still sort of pulsing too. I'm still wanting to be fucked. Please fuck me a little more. Pllleeeease." Yes, Ryan was still under control of the melted shards, but he also loved having his brother in him, which he's wanted for so long. Aaron knew it was already too late to be careful, and the drugs were still boosting his lust level. His cock made the decision for him, and he slowly started pumping into Ryan. Slowly in and slowly out, he was paying attention how the warm fluids drifted around his cock. How his foreskin uncovered his head and he could feel more warm. "Ryan, you feel so good around my cock. Can you feel me moving inside you. You like that?" "Fuck, Aaron, go faster, please go faster." Aaron started moving his hips harder and faster. His lust levels were going up, his urge to breed was kicking in. Now that he didn't have to worry, he had to breed. He wanted to breed. He started pushing as deep as possible into Ryan. "Aaron, more, give it to me. Fuck, your scratching that itch. Oh fuck, I love it. Give me more." "Fuck Ryan, I'm getting close again. I'm going to shoot some more into you. You want more of my cum?" "Please, give it to me. Shoot it into me" Aaron moved his hips a little harder, going as deep as possible with each thrust. Then Aaron felt the pulse of his orgasm, and shoved as far as possible and shot. His head falling back and moaning loud, shooting another good sized load into his brother. Bart and Tim just came back into the room as Aaron was shooting into Ryan. They just smiled. "Way to go big bro, give him another dose, shoot your cum into your little brother." Aaron was completely in the throes of this orgasm. Making quick hard thrusts with his hips, moaning loudly. Ryan was moaning as loudly, shaking his head from side to side. "Let's get you two moved over to the shower area, and get you two cleaned up." Bart and Tim released the wheels locks on the frames and wheeled the two brothers over to the large shower area. Bart unlocked all the straps holding Aaron inside Ryan, and Tim slowly pulled the brothers apart. Ryan and Aaron moaned as they were pulled apart. As Aaron's cock popped out of Ryan, all of Aaron's fuck juices and peed came rushing out of Ryan. All with a pinkish hue to it. Ryan moaning as all was gushing out. Aaron watched all the fluid pour out, turned on by what he saw but also a little sorry for what he was seeing. Ryan would have to be infected with that coloring to the fluids. Bart worked on freeing Ryan, while Tim worked on freeing Aaron. After the brothers were released, Bart started up the showers for a nice hot shower for them all. Bart keep Ryan to himself, while Tim worked on Aaron. Bart began soaping up Ryan all over, almost lovingly soaping him. Feeling his body all over. Ryan's nipples perked up to the soaping, which Bart tweaked them, causing him to moan a little. Ryan's penis started hardening back up to become his lovely man cock. Bart loved how much foreskin Ryan had, how it keep the head all covered with such beautiful skin. Bart had to get that cock in his mouth, and got down on his knees, pulled Ryan's foreskin back and saw the beautiful purple pink head with a piss slit almost as big as his brothers. Bart put his tongue on that slit and then pulled the skin up and over his tongue. Bart loved feeling his tongue buried in a foreskin. Ryan moaned as Bart moved his tongue around his head inside the skin. Ryan suddenly spurt a small amount of precum which went right across Bart's tongue, causing Bart to moan with Ryan. Aaron was being washed by Tim, just as carefully and lovingly. Tim loved the feel of the fuzz on Aaron's chest. He then washed down Aaron's muscular back to his nice fuzzy ass, running his finger around and around Aaron's hole, making Aaron moan. Tim then slowly inserted an finger into Aaron's warm depth's. He found Aaron's prostate, and tapped his finger against it. This caused Aaron's cock to bounce up and down. While Tim was playing with Aaron's ass, Aaron saw Ryan getting what looked like the best head he'd ever received. Tim wrapped his arms around Aaron, and pulled Aaron against him. Aaron felt Tim's hard cock rubbing in between his fuzzy cheeks. He loved how Tim's cock head ran across his hole now and again. Bart saw Tim rubbing against Aaron and knew where that was going. "Look little bro, look at how your big bro is getting rubbed. My buddy is rubbing up against him, getting him ready for his big cock. You want to watch big bro get fucked?" Ryan just nodded his head. Aaron saw this and wiggled his butt at Tim. Tim took hold of his dick and pointed it more fully at Aaron's hole, and then slowly began sliding it into Aaron's tight ass until he was balls deep in him. "Oh my god, your cock feels so good in my ass. Oh fuck, that's the biggest I've had I think. Oh fuck." Ryan loved watching his brother taking a cock, a little jealous it wasn't his cock inside him. "You like seeing your big bro taking cock don't you. Makes you all hot doesn't it little one. You want some place warm to put your nice big cock." Bart lubed up his own ass, and then put his back to Ryan reaching behind to grab Ryan's hard cock. He pulled Ryan by his cock towards his ass. "Push it in little one, push your hard cock in my ass. Ah fuck, that's it. Oh, such a hard big cock. Oh fuck, it feels so good sliding into me. Look big bro, look at your little bro fucking me. Look at his cock sliding into me." Aaron watched as Ryan slide his cock into Bart, he loved the look on his brother's face as his cock was going deeper into a hot fuck hole. He also was feeling a little jealous of Bart having his brother's cock in him. That jealousy went up a little more as Ryan started pumping his dick in and out of that ass. The moaning and groaning went up in volume with two men getting fucked. Bart loved feeling Ryan's cock sliding in and out. He could be doing it a little harder. Bart got a wild idea of having a fuck train. "Hey little one, you want big bro back inside you, you want to be fucked while you fuck. It would be so hot." Ryan could only nod and moan louder. Tim heard this and pushed Aaron over to his brother, and while he was still fucking Aaron, took hold of Aaron's hard cock and held it as he pushed him into Ryan. Aaron could only groan and help push himself into Ryan. Now as Tim pushed into Aaron, Aaron pushed into Ryan and Ryan more into Bart. Tim was getting close to shooting into Aaron. "Fuck big bro, I'm getting close. I'm going to breed that tight ass of yours. You ready for an ass full? Oh fuck, its going to be a nice toxic load for you." Tim pulled out a little further that jammed in hitting Aaron's prostate hard, and then firing his load into Aaron. Aaron was caught off guard for the prostate hit and suddenly went into overdrive into his brother and began shooting another of his loads into his brother. "Oh fuck Ryan, he's cumming in me, and its making shoot into you. Ah fuck, I can't help but cum." Ryan moaned as he felt Aaron cumming in him. Just as Aaron finished cumming, Ryan's prostate had enough rubbing by Aaron, and he shot a huge load into Bart. "That's it little one, give me that nice clean load. Ah fuck, I can feel that hot cum shooting in me. You've got a great load." All the men were breathing hard. They all pulled out of each other. They rinsed off the new sex fluid. Then Bart showed the brothers to their flat upstairs where they would be staying for a week of so.

I'll bet he thinks he's straight, but is just curious. And he puts the experience of taking a load in his ass out of his mind after it happens. Then he gets the itch to 'explore' again. And he repeats the experience he had with you. Eventually he'll conclude he's bisexual, since he still has a girlfriend. He'll get comfortable with that idea, but something will happen and they'll break up. And it's too much trouble and too expensive to try and get another one. He'll still go out with his straight buddies looking for pussy, but his heart won't be in it. He'll get horny and cruise the gay hook up sites. He'll think he needs to be more responsible, and carries condoms with him when he scores, but if the top wants to bareback him, he'll go along. In time he'll find himself at a gloryhole sucking an anonymous cock. It will be a beautiful thing, and he'll want it in his ass. He'll back up on it and the top will pound him satisfyingly, shooting a big load in his cumhole. From then on he'll be a cumdump bottom, taking all loads without question and accepting the risks.

Part 3 When Jack pulls out, I just lay against the table for a minute, by ass burns so bad. I then see Magnum coming out from behind his bar, he has something in his hand , but I can‘t tell what it is. I get to my feet and turn around. The other guys have all gotten up from their seats and gathered, like a pack of wolves about to pounce. “Please guys, you’ve had your fun, please let me go.” I say in a desperate voice. Jack is still standing there and I look at him. “I think you need to clean my dick now.” he says. He puts his big hand on top of my head and starts pushing me down. I try to resist, but he is much stronger than I would have ever expected. I go to my knees. “Good Boy.” he commands. “Now open your mouth!” as he slaps my face with his cock, it’s not as big as it felt in me, thank god, I think to myself. Jack reaches down and grabs my face. His hands are rough, and smell of motor oil. He pulls my face up. “I said open up!, or I’m going to knock those shinny teeth of yours out.” I see his teeth are stained, what teeth he has that is. I open my mouth. “And no teeth bitch, or I’ll knock them out.” He slaps me again on the side of the face, it stings as I take his cock in my mouth and suck it clean “Oh, that feels so good.” Jack pulls out after just a few seconds, “who’s next?” he asks as he grabs me by my neck choking me, drags me away from the bar a few feet, and throws me to the floor like some rag doll. I feel so low I wish I could crawl under a rock and die. While lying there naked trying to regain my breath the remaining group surrounds me. Will and Bill step in front of me, both have their cocks out. “Looks like we get sloppy seconds.” Will says to Bill laughingly. I manage to get up on my knees. Will puts his hand on my head, “time to start sucking.” I just sit there, Bill says, “Aw, now come on, you just got through sucking Jack there, surely you aren’t getting shy.” He snickers, and Will pulls my mouth to his cock. It smells of sex I think to myself. I open my mouth and put my tongue to his cock, I know that taste. “Damn, wish my girlfriend would do that.” he says. I lick the piss slit, then move on to the head, and slowly swirl my tongue around it, I can feel him jerk as I do. He pulls my head closer forcing his cock into my mouth I do my best, but haven’t sucked a cock in many years now and although I actually loved sucking cock, I was never very good at it. At least Will isn’t knocking me upside the head. I slowly get his cock deeper and deeper in my throat. Not really by choice since he is facefucking me. My neck is getting sore trying to control how much I take at a time. He starts hitting my gag reflex, and I try to back up, he lets me, and my drool runs down my chin. I roll my eyes up to look at him, as he pulls me back onto his cock. He has a look of bliss on his face. He gets a bit more forceful, making me gag again but doesn’t let me up. “I CUMMING, YEAH SWALLOW MY LOAD. HELL!.” and he shoves his cock as far down my throat as he can while he shoots. I feel like I’m going to throw up, but manage to swallow it. My nose burns from where some of it went up my windpipe. He’s breathing really hard and even trembling. He just holds me on his cock until he goes soft. Then pulls out. “Thanks man.” he says, “I really needed that.” Like I really had a fucking choice. In the meantime Bill has been masturbating and he shoots his load all over my face. “Fuck that was so hot to watch.” he says. Some of his cum lands on the floor. I hear Hambone “say make the bitch lick it off the floor“, he‘s behind me, so I turn my head to look at him. Damn I hurt all over. He has an evil grin, behind that beard. I notice his cock has gotten larger than when I saw it at the urinal, and my face takes on a look of fear. “Yeah, you’ll get it soon enough bitch. You know you want it. But now lick the floor up.” I look towards Magnum. “I’d do it if I were you.” He says. He’s holding a video camera pointed at me. I notice his jeans are definitely sporting a good sized erection, but he hasn’t pulled his cock out like the others. I wonder why? I realize my own cock is getting hard so I try to hide it from the bikers. I feel Hambone’s boot on my back pushing me over. I land face down a few inches from the cum on he floor. He reaches over me and grabs my head and scoots it across the floor till I am in reach. “You deaf or something, the man said do it. Do you hear me?” “Yes, boss, yes.” “You want that cum don’t you bitch? Tell me. “Yes boss, I want that cum.” as I stick out my tongue and start licking up the floor. “That’s so fucking hot” I hear Jack say. During this whole time two bikers that haven‘t really spoken except to egg the others on. But it’s come to be their turn apparently, as I see Hambone motion for them to use me, you guys want your turn before “I rip him up?” after you, George, the one says to the other, so his name was George, I think to myself. I look up at him. “By chance do you remember me? He asks. I nod, then feel a hard kick to my back, that knocks me into him. “Answer him like an inmate bitch” , I hear Hambone behind me. “Yes sir boss, I remember you.” “Do you remember why we only jacked off that night in the rain?” “Yes, I remember, you were out because your wife was divorcing you over something you caught.” “You were out at the drive-in looking for a blowjob.” “Yea, that’s right.” I really wanted one from you, damn I would have fucked you given the chance that night, I was so horny, but you weren’t willing to do anything more than jack off with me.” “And now we are here.” He laughs, “Ironic isn’t it?” “Yes boss.” I reply as he grabs my head and pulls it towards his cock. I start sucking. “I’m going to fuck you so be sure you get me good and wet cowboy.” I feel Hambone’s boot rubbing at my ass. Hand me his hat Frank, I want him to wear it as we do this. And he sticks it on my head as I am sucking. “Oh, that feels so good.” “Look up at me, I want to watch your face as you do this.” “Yeah I like that.” I feel like I’m lower than pond scum right now. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and says “now turn around like a good dog and suck Frank while I fuck you.” Hambone moves out of the way and Frank takes his place as I maneuver around. “Are you getting this?” Hambone says to Magnum, “Yeah every bit of it“. He replies. I smell the smoke of another joint floating thru the air, and look up, Frank blows smoke in my face as I start sucking his cock. Here George I here Hambone say behind me again. In few seconds I feel George’s fingers at my ass, “Damn, you’re still tight after Jake earlier.” as he slides one in and starts roughly fingering my whole, adding another and another. It hurts, and stings. I start taking short sharp breathes, and try to concentrate on the cock in front of me to keep me from thinking of the pain and burning sensation. I am beginning to feel flush, must be from the pot smoke Frank keeps blowing at me. George keeps fingering my hole for a few minutes. “I think that will work. He says, then pulls his fingers out. I feel suddenly empty, it’s so strange. Then I feel his cock it slides in easier than Jack’s did, he must have used some lube I think, but of course I’m sure Jacks cum was part of it. “Oh, yeah that feels so good.” He says as he starts rocking in and out gently at first, then picking up speed. I must admit it does feel so good especially after all the stinging when he was fingering me earlier. I start moaning, as I suck Frank’s cock. George is holding my hips, and slapping my ass as he fucks me. Each time he slaps I tighten and hear him groan. He’s using the slaps to make me milk him I think to myself. Suddenly Frank grabs my head and holds me still. He shoots his load, and I swallow, not spilling a drop as I don’t want to be hit again. When he gets done he keeps holding my head. I wonder why. “I’ve got to take a piss so bad dude, you don’t mind do you?” He says as he starts. I try to pull away but he holds me tighter. I let it run out of my mouth, goes down my chin over my chest, and all over the floor. It smells and tastes bitter and acidic. I don’t like this at all. He finally pulls out and I’m moaning and spitting at the same time. Magnum moves to get a close up of my face, then moves back to where George is fucking me. “You want my cum don’t you cowboy.” He slaps me on the ass again. I feel a slap on my face and my ear starts ringing. “He asked you a question.” Hambone says. Yes sir Boss, I want your cum.” “Yeah, I knew you would. I’m going to fill your guts cowboy.” “FUCKKKKKKK!” he yells as he shoots inside me. to be continued

Step-Dad Gets a Pig - Part 2 (thanks for the edits and the comment, Hotload84!) Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." There was a tiny cricket voice in the back of my head that spoke up then, pointing out that when your supposedly straight, self-proclaimed redneck step-dad calls you "faggot", a sudden rush of arousal is not the typical response - you should be feeling fear or anger. But whatever Bud had done to my ass was rapidly spreading fire through my body, and I couldn't think clearly at all. It also might have had something to do with Bud's monster cock, which I was just seeing for the first time in 6 years. It was thick, and veined, and slightly paler than the skin that was exposed to the sun, straight as a rod, and thick as the handle of a tennis racket. I was having trouble focusing my eyes, so while I could see markings on it, possibly tattoos, I couldn't tell what they were. Bud pulled my chin again, forcing my eyes off his cock and into his own penetrating icy blue gaze. "Eyes up, boy", he said, "you aren't ready for that yet." I think that the sounds that emerged from me at that point could best be described as a whimper - I'm not certain, since I'd never made such a primal animal sound before. He gripped my chin even tighter. "You do everything I say, right?" he said, "that was the agreement." Again, that cricket voice piped up again, but I was on fire and knew that if I didn't get his fingers, or cock, or even the fucking bedpost into my ass soon, I was going to lose it - so I stomped on that little cricket in my head, and nodded my affirmation. He stared at me for a second, gauging something, then spat in my face. I would have jerked back, except for his tight hold on my chin. He kept the grip on, and with his other hand, he wiped the saliva into my face, into my pores. "Good boy," he said, his voice grumbling low in a way that went straight to my burning hole, "you barely flinched. Now stay put and don't move a muscle." Not moving a muscle when your body is on fire with lust and a prime specimen of manhood is walking away from you, monster cock hanging free, is more complicated than it sounds. But Bud had told me to do it, and I had agreed to do everything he said, so I held it together as best I could. Bud came back into view quickly, which meant that he couldn't have stepped away much further than my dresser. He returned with some items that I recognized from the porn that I watched secretly, a couple of dildos of various sizes and a butt-plug, I think it was. He also had a little brown bottle filled with liquid, and a mirror with some powder and a straw. At the site of this (I'm not totally stupid and naive) the Ziploc sound and the now overwhelming feeling of burning lust clicked together. "Booty bump", I croaked out, and he grinned a little. "So, boy," he said, grinning, "you aren't as innocent as all that. That's going to make this so much fucking easier." He pulled the Ziploc out, and I could see it was half full of crystal shards and half full of powder. "This, boy," he said, gesturing at the bag, "is meth, also known as Tina, XTina, or T. I, personally, call it pig feed. You are currently feeling it's effects, since I made sure to coat my fingers pretty heavily in powder the last two times I shoved them into your hole. That means, boy, that you are currently flying - but it gets so much better." While he spoke, he took the smaller of the two dildos, and drizzled some lube on it. He started rubbing the lube in, and my cock, though curiously limp, started tingling like he was rubbing the lube into my own skin. He finished lubing it up, and set it down on the flat end. He then looked into my eyes, and whatever he saw there must have encouraged him, because he said, "Okay, faggot, let's get started giving you what you asked for." Bud pulled me from my horizontal position into a sitting up position on the bed. Luckily, this allowed me to lean back into the wall that was behind me. Bud grabbed my dangling legs and shoved them onto the bed, which tilted me back enough to leave my hole accessible. I was still, well, "flying" was the term Bud used, by reality was gripping me tighter with each passing second. I was starting to accurately gauge the situation, and just beginning to freak out - and even more alarming was the fact that I was so freaked out by the fact that I wasn't really that freaked out. Bud reached for something I hadn't noticed before, four leather straps. Two of these he gently placed on my ankles and two on my wrists. He then hooked my ankles to my wrists, right to right and left to left. "Just in case," he smirked. I tested the restraints, and discovered all I could do in them was lift my legs higher and wider apart, leaving my hole more exposed. Bud picked up the lubed dildo, and rubbed it gently on my hole. I made a little noise at the back of my throat. He took the dildo, opened the Ziploc and swirled it around inside. He pulled it out and in the morning light I could see tiny shards and powder stuck to the lube. He then put the head of the dildo just at the opening of my hole, and left it there. I almost lost it, so close and yet miles away. He then picked up the bottle, and shook it. "A little more persuasion," he said, "I'm going to place the mouth of this bottle under your right nostril and close your left. You are going to inhale until I tell you to stop, got it? Then we'll do the other nostril." I nodded, because I couldn't think of any other response. Bud twisted open the top of the bottle, breaking the plastic seal. He covered my left nostril, and the bottle went under the right. I tried inhaling, but the unfamiliar chemical odor had me shying away. Bud held firm, and said, "I told you to inhale, faggot - now do it, and keep doing it until I tell you to fucking stop!" His sharp command brought me to my senses and I started drawing in huge breaths of this chemical haze into my nostril. After three or four deep inhalations, he switched nostrils. At this point, another unfamiliar lusty feeling was creeping over me, and I calculated that it was coming from that little brown bottle. I started inhaling deeper and deeper, only stopping when he pulled away. I laid back to enjoy the new sense of warm euphoria creeping over me, but I could hear the chuckle in his voice as he put the lid back on the bottle. "I was right - you were born for this, boy". The problem now was the dildo. I knew that it was just grazing my hole, because I was becoming more and more aware of it's presence every second, but Bud was making no move to insert it. Instead, he reached down for the mirror, and picked up the straw. "This," he said, gesturing at the powder on the mirror and in the little bag, "this is quality shit that I got from one of those Mexican garbage men who do our neighborhood. Remember, boy, Mexicans know their quality shit when it comes to narcotics." There were four lines on the mirror. "Two for you and two for me, boy." Bud said, "I'm just going to show you how it's done." He took the short straw and ran it along one of the lines of powder, inhaling sharply and sucking it up through the straw into his nose. Then he demonstrated on another. Then he took the straw, shoved it up my right nostril, and held the mirror underneath. Now, normally I wouldn't have dare to try, but I was feeling horny and messed up from that little brown bottle, so I mimicked Bud and inhaled. The powder flew up my nose, burning my nostril, nasal passages and sinuses. Before I could think, Bud swapped nostrils and lines, and I repeated the action. Now totally spun, when he held the mirror to my lips and said, "Lick it clean, boy", I was frantic to get the last little particles of powder, because it felt so fucking good. "Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." Coming soon - part 3

It's sad how many are still stuck in the Victorian era. Going to the grocery store, or using a public restroom "spreads disease." Human contact spreads disease. More disease gets spread from contaminated surfaces, like shaking a hand, or breathing in someone else's breath (droplets) than from sex. More people get sick (and die) from eating too much pizza than from too much cum, i wonder if this guy has ever served pizza to another person? Are there practical things we can do to lessen the risk of disease? Yes. But that is a practical, individual choice, not a moral one (unless one is raping others or forcing pizza down their throat).

Good dog

I absolutely love it when a top dozes off after dropping a load deep in my ass with his dick still inside me, I would want that moment to last for a long time, making me feel that I’m totally his.

I don't have any age restrictions on adult men that fuck and breed me. Just the same, I've noticed some trends. In the last couple of years, it's been guys in their mid-30s who are looking for a bottom with enthusiasm, skills, and experience. Lot's of stories about 20-something bottoms who can't take all their dick, can't take all their fucks and loads, and who think the fuck is just about them. I also hear from them that older guys really know how to worship their cock, ass, and nipples. I've been pretty surprised by the number of 30-something tops who, having fucked me so well they made me cover myself in my own precum, tell me that very often younger bottoms don't seem to like getting fucked. Just recently, I've noticed something shift. I started to see more 20-somethings with a very specific need to fuck and breed daddy. Often Asian and Latino breeders, so there is perhaps and interracial component there. I've also noticed younger guys wanting to "knock up daddy", so there is more Dad/son role-play and MPREG kink. I'm 100% there for these trends, but I'll say that an experienced top (of any age) who knows how to work a bottom into enthusiastically taking every pulse of his seed will alway have my attention whether they are 21 or 75.

I often piss when I get fisted. I try to go beforehand but sometimes even then a surprising amount of piss gets fisted out of me. For this reason I tend to warn guys about it, luckily lots of fisters are into watersports too

Any interest in a few more chapters? ------------------- The Re-Opening Watching the news was finally not quite so depressing. The covid numbers were looking really good and things were opening up again. I'd even heard that the local bathhouse was going to re-open. Like every other place, they were taking their time and there were several new rules to get inside the house of easy bottoms. I had the vaccine, but I wasn't sure I wanted to risk losing my vaxx card for few fucks. A quick look at the FAQs and it said they'd accept a pic on your phone of it, so I had that covered. Probably the hardest part was being one of the select few allowed inside. I envisioned lines like on a Saturday night during Pride. Even worse, I found out they had a 2 hour time limit so it was definitely going to be a quick visit. I wasn't the first person in line on opening night since that wasn't my style. I waited until the third day, a Saturday, and went in the afternoon. As usual it seemed to be mostly bottoms, but that didn't bother me, I'd be sure to dip my dick into as many as I could. You could tell by the energy that everyone was eager to get back into the groove and fuck like it was 2019. It was good to see some familiar faces along with new ones. I saw a few other tops having some fun as I made my rounds, checking the place out. Not much had changed other than the place looking cleaner than it had in years and the limited crowd. As I turned the corner I saw a familiar guy coming the other way. His eyes lit up when he saw me that was followed by an elbow tap. It seemed overly safe considering what a cumdump he was. While he wasn't a gorgeous guy, he made up for it by being an outstanding bottom. My guess was he was in his mid-thirties, in decent shape with a lightly furred chest. He was a few inches shorter than me, no ink or jewelry, but had a decent sized cock that I'd never seen him use. His plain face now sported a scraggly beard and I wasn't sure if it was an improvement or not. In the past, if he was there, I'd usually fuck him at least once. He was a prep guy that had taken dozens of my neg, toxic and medicated loads over the years. Unlike a lot of guys, he never got boring after a few fucks. He leaned in and whispered "Room 207 or the dark room if you want." "Oh yeah" I replied just loud enough over the music. After I finished my tour I went in search of my first target. I found him in a room on all fours. It was hard to tell initially what variety of brown skinned slut he was, but after I rubbed my hand over his hairy ass he turned his head and asked "You want this papi?" I slid my fingers between the halves of his meaty ass, pressing my finger into the pucker of his hole. "mmhmm" I replied. There seemed to be a little lube inside and if he'd been bred before, it was planted deep inside. "You neg or poz, papi?" he asked in a pretty clinical way. It didn't seem like this was starting out very well. "Poz" I replied, leaving off any qualifier and waiting for his quick shutdown. "Condom only then and you need to pull out before you cum" he said in a rather short way. "You neg?" I asked, quickly wondering why I was wasting any more time on him. "Yeah" he replied like it should have been obvious. "On prep?" I followed up. "No" he answered. I could tell he was about to add something, but I cut him off. "You better pray everyone that comes through that door is as honest as I was. Good luck, you'll need it" I replied as I turned and walked out of the room. I heard him say something but the music drowned out his voice and I really didn't care what he said. I headed off down the hall and found another guy in his room with his head hung off the raised bed. Tossing my towel over my shoulder, I rubbed my semi-hard cock over his lips. He opened his mouth and eagerly started to suck. Looking down his body he was really skinny and hairless. His pits and crotch were shaved clean and I guessed any hair he did have on his ass was long gone too. I figured he was one of the usual college aged guys that frequent this place, but the lack of hair made him look younger. He was no stranger to sucking dick though and once he proved that his tongue and lips were talented enough, I fed him some more, plowing deeper into his mouth. A few more minutes and I found he had a gag reflex and wasn't really up for deep throating a regular sized cock, much less my long and thick one. That really didn't bother me, since sucking my cock was more of a warmup and hopefully his ass would be able to take it deeper than his throat could. "Show me that ass" I growled. That wasn't how I really wanted it to come out but it did and his response was almost comical. He looked like a fish flopping on the deck of a boat trying to pull my cock out of his mouth, flip on his stomach, turn around and get up all fours to present his ass, all in less than five seconds. "Easy there, don't worry. I'm not gonna take off without givin this hot ass a try" I said, chuckling. A few guys had stopped by and poked their heads into the room but got the hint when I looked back and shook my head. With a quick flick of my leg, I closed the door so I could fuck him alone. Maybe later I'd open it back up for voyeurs or a third. "Sorry... it's just been so long since I got fucked!" he replied. There was an honesty about how he said it that I believed him. "No dick since this clusterfuck started?" I asked as I spread his ass cheeks apart and rubbed my thumb around the tight little ring. "No... my parents... ahhhh... kept me locked up at home.... ohhh fuck... until a few weeks ago when I came back to school" he replied, obviously enjoying my finger. I felt sorry for him but I could understand. There was no sense in telling him about all of the action I'd gotten over the past year and make him feel even worse. He started moaning and while it seemed like he had lubed himself, I knew he was going to need some more. I took a couple hits from my poppers and then tossed the bottle up towards his head. "Take a couple hits, you're gonna need it" I said. He huffed like a pro, knowing that months of celibacy was not a good primer for my cock. He tossed the poppers back to me and I chuckled thinking that he might need them again. Adding some spit one finger became two stretching him open. His hole was eager and it relaxed pretty quickly so it didn't take long before I had three fingers twisting inside of him. I added more spit and was making sure I wasn't too rough so he could enjoy a few fucks today. "You want this dick?" I asked "Oh god yeah... just... start easy, please" he cried out, clearly in need. That's exactly what I did. He felt the head of my cock toying with his hole before I added another gob of spit and then pushed in. He was tight, but my fingers and his experience got me inside in under a minute. Rocking my hips drove me in deeper and when I could tell the pain was getting a little much, I pulled back and added some more spit. That took care of it and I inched the rest of the way inside his tight, hungry ass. I know some of the guys I fucked would have been surprised at the gentle touch, but that was the mood I was in - two strangers enjoying their first time back at the baths in over a year. His moan when I bottomed out was deep and soulful. I stayed there a moment and then started to plow in and out. My bare cock felt so good inside this guy's tight, warm hole. With a little bit of prep, his ass was just swallowing up my cock. I was leaking quite a bit, so his hole stayed lubed. I began to plunge faster into him for a few minutes and then slowed back down. He took this as a cue and started to rock back into each of my thrusts. We kept this up for a while, each taking turns as the more forceful one until I grabbed his hips and started to pound his hole. Yeah, he grunted a bit but it never got whiny like some guys get when you really drill their ass. He never asked me to slow down, if anything he kept encouraging me to keep it up. The only problem was that it was early and I didn't want to drop my load yet. Reluctantly, I slowed the pace down and slipped my cock out. He gasped at the emptiness, but then moaned when I shoved back in. "Please... pound me again and breed me" he begged after a few minutes of slow, full stroke thrusts. "Sorry dude... I don't wanna shoot just yet" I said. All I got was a whimper in response and when I pulled back the next time, I backed away. Grabbing the popper bottle, my towel and swinging the door open, I slipped back into the hallway and went in search of my old fuckbud. I laughed to myself at how different those two meets were - one all complicated about status and the other with not a mention of it. Maybe I'd bring it up if I went back to breed him, but he didn't seem to be too worried as long as he got some dick.

I made my way up to Rick's lips and started deep kissing him, while I was kissing him he was rubbing my back and made his way to my butt grabbing each cheek.... Rick pulled away from my kiss and said boy your ass is mine and with that he rolled me over on to my back with him on top of me....I looked into those beautiful brown eyes of his and said it's yours daddy...Good boy he said has he made his way down to my cock and started licking around the head of my cock and gently using his tongue down the shaft and started licking and sucking my balls....Oh my good it felt wonderful I was in heaven. He continued alternating between sucking on my cock and giving each of my balls a tongue bath...Rick looked up at me and smiled as he pushed my legs up to expose my hole. Soon he was licking at my hole and trying to stick the tip of his tongue inside my tight hole. Oh my God I was in heaven I started moaning in pleasure, maybe a bit too loud. Rick looked up at me and said you like that but you need to keep it down a bit I dont want my neighbors to hear all of those...I apologized and said I cant help it but this is just too good. Rick looked at me and said do you trust me? I said yes of course why whats up...He said the perfect solution, he got up off of me and went over to where we stripped down and grabbed his underwear. I looked at him and said what are you doing? He came back to the bed and ordered me to open up my mouth, as I did he stuck the crotch of the underwear into my mouth and said that will help damped the noise. My cock was even more harder than it was when he was sucking on it.... Rick made his way back down to my hole and continued licking and eating out my hole to loosen it up. He would alternate between his tongue and his finger loosening me up until he said I think you are ready. After about 30 minutes he grabbed my ankles and pushed them up to rest on his shoulders. He smiled at me and said I think you are ready baby and with that he put some spit on his cock and gently pushed it into my awaiting hole., At first it was tight and hurt but I bit down on the underwear as he slide it inside of me. Once he was completely inside of me, he removed the underwear and gave me a deep kiss and said im going to give you my dna so you will have a part me inside you forever baby. With that he kept driving his cock in and out of my tight hole and with each thrust my ass craved having his cock inside of me....I could tell he was about ready to shoot his load when he started tightening up and let it all go as he filled me with his seed. Rick leaned down and started kissing me again and asked me how did you like that? I replied back i loved it and want more of his cock inside of me.

barebacked all through Naval enlistment 1981-1985 and got even more daring and riskier bb top/bottoming - Vulcan Baths - San Diego. i will tell my tale been to a living wake

The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…