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It was a normal night. A hot, muggy Friday summer night, 11:00 PM. I was walking from my apartment to The Machine Shop, my favorite sleaze bar. A good night to have a few drinks, see some friends and fuck a hot cumdump or three. Suddenly, I heard noises from behind a dumpster in the alley I was pa. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and slowed down, pausing in front of the entrance to the alley. I listened more carefully and heard a moan and some panting. I stopped and listened more carefully and could hear someone whisper “breed me, dude. Give me your load.” The rhythmic slap slap got a little louder and the panting got faster and then the slap slap stopped and there was a grunt. Someone was getting what he asked for. A minute later a guy walked out from behind the dumpster zipping up his shorts. He was a handsome, bearded, middle aged dad-bod guy and he just smirked at me and laughed. “Pretty sure he won’t say no to another load.” He walked past me and out of sight. I went into the alley and behind the dumpster was quite a sight. A cute, short, very furry blonde boy with a buzz cut took his shorts, which were hanging from the dumpster, and was halfway to putting them on when he saw me. “You wanna fuck me too, man? $25 in my ass, $15 in my mouth. I take all loads. Raw only.” He stared at me, impassively, with big saucer eyes (somebody had clearly been partying) and stood there, waiting for an answer, holding his shorts. I don’t normally pay for sex. I don’t have to. I’m a pretty hot Daddy if I do say so myself, 45, 5’7, 200 lbs, solid muscle with some padding, covered in fur, trim beard, big hairy ass, and a big fat uncut cock that has the boys I like begging Daddy to fuck them. But this kid’s matter of fact demeanor and sexy face intrigued me, plus I have a hard time turning down a sloppy hole. I got a glimpse of his big ass covered in blonde fur, which is something that really turns me on. “Sure,” I said. “But not here. It smells and it’s hot. I just live a few blocks away. Come. Now, faggot.” I turned and left the alley without waiting to see if he was following me. I knew he would. He looked just a little desperate and I figured he could probably use a shower. He called out “hey, dude, wait up.” I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up to me. He wasn’t more than 5’3” but had a very large, sexy ass that looked like it could be plowed for hours. I intended to find out. We didn’t speak on the short walk back to my apartment. One of the reasons I chose the apartment was that it was a sleazier part of town and close to my favorite bar. I could dip out on a Wednesday night, have a beer, chat with friends, load up a cumdump with daddy issues and make it home in an hour if I wanted to. I opened the front door of the building and ushered my boy whore into the lobby. We walked past the security guard, Josh, who smirked. He was a hot beefy, young queer student who was usually sitting there studying physics or chemistry. He’d seen me walk in with enough sluts to know what was going on. Once in a while he and I hooked up after his shift was over at midnight. A couple of times I invited him up to my apartment to fuck some slut I brought home from the bar. He had a nice fat cock and a big ass that I loved eating while he was fucking some pig. He still hadn’t let me fuck him yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time. Josh smiled at the whore and he motioned to me to text him. I smiled and nodded. The boy and I entered the elevator. I could smell him from a few feet away. He didn’t smell sour, just a bit ripe from being outside and I could smell the cum that was slowly dripping down his leg and into his sock. We got off the elevator at my floor and I walked out without looking at the whore. I still hadn’t said anything to him since I ordered him to follow me. This was making him increasingly nervous and he started to try to make conversation. I cut him off and said “Stop talking now, boy.” I opened the apartment door and he abruptly stopped speaking and relaxed. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna fuck you. Then I’m gonna fuck you some more. Then we’ll see what happens. OK?” I smiled at him and motioned for him to come to me. Just inside the door, I pulled him close and started to kiss him on the mouth, first gently, then increasingly hard. I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. He flinched and his cheek quickly reddened. “What’s your name, Sir?” “My name’s Jake. But you can call me Daddy or Sir if that turns you on. What’s your name, whore?” He smiled and said “Adam, sir. But you can call me whore if you want. It’s the truth and I love it.” “Good whore. Take off your clothes. Leave your jockstrap on. What’s in the bag?” “Just some supplies, Sir. It’s how I make a living.” Ah. The little whore also dealt drugs. This was going to be fun. “How old are you, boy?” “Just 20, Sir.” “Good. Daddy likes corrupting the youth of America.” He laughed and said “I’ve been corrupted for a few years now. I spent half of high school as the hockey and baseball teams cumdump.” I laughed along with him and reached around to his big furry ass. I could feel the cum dripping out of his hole. “How many tricks have you turned today?” “Four, plus the guy in the alley. They all bred my cunt. I saw some regulars this afternoon. I was on my way to the Machine Shop to have a few drinks and meet up with some friends.” “Good, faggot. Nice to know you’re already pre-lubed.” He slightly blushed and I led him to my spare room, set up as a playroom. I walked over to the small fridge and handed him a bottle of water. “Drink it, boy. Stay hydrated. How long you been partying?” “Just since noon, today.” “Good, let’s get you spun back up and put some more loads in your cunt, son. Sound like a plan?” He smiled and said “yes, SIR!,” and proceeded to pull a loaded pipe from a padded, zippered pouch in his bag. He heated up the bowl and took a huge hit off it. This boy was a pro. He motioned me over to take the shotgun. I pulled it in and we passed it back and forth before we did 5 or 6 more huge hits. I had already popped a Cialis so I would be able to keep fucking the boy as long as I wanted. After the last hit I shoved a fat buttplug in his cunt and sent the boy into the bathroom to shower, warning him not to let any of his tricks’ cum out of his ass. “I wanna eat some of that out of your cunt and definitely want to use it to lube up my cock” He grinned and said “yes, sir!” I showed him where the towels were and went back to the playroom, lowered the lights, turned some sleazy gang bang porn on the huge TV on the wall and heard my phone buzz. It was Josh, the security guard, texting me. “That boy is hot as fuck. Any chance you wanna share him?” I knew this was going to be good. Maybe this was my chance to get Josh spun and fuck him too. He was also pretty young, just 21 and finishing his college degree at the local university. He had played football and hockey in high school and had that beefy body they often did. He was about 5’8” and probably weighed around 180. Completely smooth except for his dark hairy legs and bush with a fat cut dick and a big ass that just begged for daddy cock. He thought he was a top. I planned on turning him into a switch. I had never partied with Josh before, but figured I’d offer it to him and see what he did. He could always say no or leave, his choice. But I had a feeling that once he saw Adam’s ass, his cock would be hard, tina or no. I looked at the time. It was 11:45 and Josh’s shift would be ending soon. I smiled and responded to his text “The boy is in the shower. Come up when you’re done. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll leave you a boner pill on the counter.” He just responded with a big happy face emoji. I walked out to the counter in the kitchen and left the yellow, oval shaped pill on the counter with a glass of water. My cock was rock hard, knowing I was about to get a twofer. T-15 minutes.

About a month or two later I got a text from Javier that said "hey wanted to let you know I tested poz, THANK YOU :-)" I replied back how do you feel? he replied back I feel free and liberated. I then asked him did you share it with Bradley? I waited and nothing came back, I guess that was the wrong thing to ask....Later that evening as Rick and I were relaxing watching a good movie I got a text. Rick looked at me and said it can wait. So I put the phone down and we enjoyed the movie. After the movie as we were heading to bed I picked up my phone and read the text it was from Javier "hey sorry I got busy at work, after you guys left Bradley begged me to fuck him and poz him. So we've been fucking bare almost every night...I replied back WOW, I thought you were more bottom...Javier replied back yea funny thing is I am but ever since then I have been feeling more of a top now and topping Bradley and shooting my poz load in his neg ass...

I was so horny today that I had to stop by the bookstore. Just my fucking luck the place is dead. I needed to cum so I paid the attendant and went in the back. I got in my booth and just as I yanked out my cock the attendant comes in and starts sucking my cock. Hell I didn't complain. His mouth felt wonderful. He had me slide my ass to the edge of the bench and as he continued sucking my cock he slid a finger up my ass. That was to much and I shot my load deep down his throat. After I finished cumming he withdrew his finger and undid his pants. His cock was hard and leaking and I engulfed it in my mouth. His cock was 7 inches but not thick so it fit perfectly in my mouth. After several minutes he said he wanted to fuck me. I knew I should have asked for a condom but the whore in me just said ok as I turned around and presented my ass to him. He used his spit on my ass and with my saliva coating his cock he shoved his cock up my ass. He was what I needed right then. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. Just the way I love it. Within a couple of minutes he was ready to cum and I told him to fill me up. He laughed and called me a pig and filled my ass with his cum. I felt each wave of cum on my ass and I had another orgasm without touching myself. After he finished he pulled his cock from my ass and told me to stay put. He got in front of me and told me to clean his cock for him. I obeyed. As I cleaned his cock he stroked my head and said welcome to the club. He saw the confusion in my eyes and laughed. His cock got hard again and he said he had shot his poz babies in my ass. Instead of being pissed i stopped sucking his cock and begged him to fuck me again. And he did eagerly. He rammed his cock back in my ass and within minutes I had another poz load from him. After he came he told me to stay still. He zipped his pants back up and went to the sales floor. He had returned with a butt plug and inserted it in my ass. He then asked for my number and said he would message me when I could remove the butt plug. He told me I could get dressed and to await his message. So I'm now sitting at home still waiting.

One More for the Road I wandered around a bit and was about to give up and go home when I saw a guy at one of the hallway gloryholes. He was pressed firmly against it letting some cocksucker feast on his dick. He was a tall, skinny, dark skinned black guy that looked like he was in his early twenties. He blended into the dark hallway and I only saw him at the last second. His firm bubble butt stuck out and just invited a hand and fingers to explore it. He didn't mind as I rubbed over each hard mound or when my fingers slid into his crack. I kept this up for a minute before my finger pressed harder into his hole. He clenched down and said "Nah bruh... I don't do that shit." I chuckled since he sure wasn't objecting to me feelin his ass. I put my arm around his shoulder and said "No one's gonna know" as I peeled him off the wall and down the hallway into an empty room. His long thin dick was pointing straight out. The door clicked shut and he really didn't put up a fight as I bent him over the bed and crouched down. The moan he let out as I pried his ass apart and pushed my face in told me everything I needed to know. He was one of those guys that was all top in public but once no one could see loved a good hard dicking. My tongue dove in, working its way past the tight ring. I was getting him good and wet and by the way he kept winking the ring and pushing back I knew he was eager to feel a hard cock inside him. I knew it was going to be a tight fit, but with a little more spit that I pushed in, I stood up. He reached back with one hand and spread his ass open, proving how bad he needed it. Pulling my foreskin back, I nestled the exposed head into his pucker, dripped another gob down and pushed. "Fuuuuck dude... go easy" he cried out. My hand rubbed up his back until I could push his head into the stained mattress. I spit another gob onto the head of my dick as I let up and then jabbed in. These were the types of guys I loved to breed when I initially found out I was poz. Ready to take some stranger's dirty load in private and then eager to share their newly enhanced seed in public. I pulled back a bit and shoved in deeper, hearing him scream into the bed. "Damn bro... you really are fuckin tight" I growled before pulling back again and stuffing my dick in all the way. He let out another scream as I'm sure he thought I was ripping him in two. I gave him a while to get used to my cock buried deep inside of him. Once he stopped squirming, I figured he was ready. My hips started to roll with long strokes plowing in and out of him. A few minutes later, the screams and the escape attempts were gone, now he was whimpering and taking it. I'd drill him for a minute and then thrust in hard and hold it there. Do him like that again and then drive in faster. The whimpers changed to moans and I let go of his head and moved my hands to his hips. "Yeah, you like bein my bitch, don't ya" I grunted while grinding my hips on his ass. "Ooohhh gaawwdd... fuck... fuuucckk... fuuuccckkk" he moaned out. I even felt him push back as I thrust in a few times and while he may have not answered my question verbally, he did with his body. I knew he was ready to get bred. I moved my hand back so it wrapped around the back of his neck. He was in that perfect head down, ass up position and I could really drill him. The bed was squeaking and we both were grunting. Part of me wanted to keep fucking him and the other half wanted to dump my load inside his fertile hole. My balls made the decision since his hole felt too damn good. With my cock almost out, it sprayed viral jizz as it drove all the way in. The last few spurts shot deep into his guts with my hips pressing hard against that beautiful butt of his. I stood there for a few minutes, letting all of my load drip out and my cock sealing everything in. "Fuck bruh. Ya wrecked my azz" he said gasping as he laid on the dirty mattress. Chuckling, I said "Yeah I did. Maybe even knocked that hot ass up... Now ya can go out and pound some pussy" I said breathlessly. I wiped my dick off with my towel and slapped his ass before opening the door and slipping into the hallway. It had been less than twenty minutes between finding him getting sucked and walking out of the room, leaving him dipping my charged load out of a very trashed hole. I made my way back down to the locker room and changed back into my running gear. As I went to toss my towel in the bin I noticed the large number of blood stains on it and wondered who left more - RJ or the last guy. Walking out into the still warm night, I took an easy jog back home.

I was at the local adult theater and had sucked a few cocks in the theater and went to check out the glory hole booths. I just sat down when someone entered the booth next to me. I indicated I wanted his cock and I got on my knees and started sucking. He got astonishingly large and hard and in my excitement I stood up and pressed my ass against the hole. He fingered my hole and I was getting disappointed that was all I was going to get. Then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole. I was so turned on I pressed against the hole as hard as possible. He got the hint and with one stroke buried his big cock in me and away we went. I was about to collapse from fatigue when I felt his cock pulsate in my raw ass and he shot jets of cum in me. I love getting it that way

I woke up with a start laying next to Katie in my normal PJ clothes, just old athletic shorts and a t-shirt. The plug however was not there. I shot up and sure enough laying between myself and Katie was the plug, it must've slipped out in the night and fell out of my shorts, I grabbed it and went to take it to her roommates room, but I ran into Cory in the hall on his way out for the day. "What do we have here!?" He grabbed my hand holding the plug. "Need some help?" He spit on the toy. "Open wide!" and he shoved the whole thing between my teeth. I stood there with wide eyes, and he pumped it a few times deeper into my mouth. He pulled it out and spit on it again, "Spit on it, it'll help." I did as I was told and he spun me around, pulled my shorts down in one swift motion, then pressed the toy against my...surprisingly not sore asshole. My ass swallowed it easier than my mouth just did. He slapped my ass after pulling the shorts up, "There you go!" and sent me back into Katies bedroom. She was awake on a phone call, earbuds in. "WE JUST TOOK CARE OF THAT" she said, looking up at me and making an exasperated face. "Fine but if I get there and fix it faster than it took me to drive there I will be reporting someones ass!" she got up and got dressed in a hurry, kissed me. "Thank you so much for Gatorade babe, I need to take it easy on the drinking but after that phone call I might need another." She looked in the bag of snacks pulled out what she wanted and ran out the door. "Fuck" I said under my breath. I know they heard her leave, who knows what they'll do now. I stayed in the bedroom and turned on the TV watching Netflix cartoons and wondering when I'd be allowed to take the plug out. I went out to the kitchen to grab my Gatorade and something to hold me over until lunch. I passed Stephen and Cory on the couch, one on his phone the other playing a video game. "She gone for the whole day again?" Cory asked. "I don't know she wasn't happy hopefully it doesn't take long" I answered. "Well it's a half hour drive to work, so you at least have an hour to kill. Have you ever fucked a black guy?" "Wha- no, you guys know who has fucked me" "We don't know what you're doing when you're not here you dirty hoe" Stephen joked. "Black guy, or both of us again in the living room, drapes open. Or Both" "You know damn well it'll be both anyway" I said heading into the kitchen. My gatorade was full and my protein bar was open.. it looked like there was cum on it. "Guys.. what'd you do to my drink, and which one of you came on my protein bar." "The gatorade is mostly piss now, you're welcome. The bar... come give us both a lick and see if you can figure it out" I sighed. grabbed my drink and bar, went out to the living area and they both had their semi hard cocks out. "Oh... you weren't kidding." "Fuck no we weren't kidding, if you guess wrong I'll spank your ass and Cory will put a hickey on your ass." I got down on my knees and gave them a both one long lick, and swirled the tip trying to taste the pre-cum. I don't want lasting marks. I took a bite of the bar, it was near impossible all I could taste is bar. "Cory?" I stated. "Are you sure?" Stephen said. "Uh... yeah.." "Unlucky, come here." I was bent over Stephens knee and Cory sat in front of me with his cock out, I took it into my mouth, the spanking commenced. I don't know if my eyes were involuntary watering from the spanking or Cory's cock down my throat. But at one point the plug popped out and bounced towards the front door. Stephen took my shorts down to my ankles. "Crawl and grab it slut." I crawled towards the door, and of course with the luckiest timing, someone entered the apartment. I almost jumped up I looked from feet to head... their black friend. I didn't know his name. "Looks like you guys got started without me" he bent down and picked the plug up. "you'll need this again real soon" he helped me up and looked me up and down. My cock betrayed me, and was most of the way hard. He was shorter than me and very skinny, a small part of me kind of hoped for bigger. "Evan" he said holding out a limp hand like the queen. i kissed his hand and he pulled me towards the bedrooms. He took a left into Katies room and shoved me toward the bed. "This room looks more familiar with you naked on the bed." Stephen and Cory stood in the doorway and then went back out to the couch. "Enjoy!" Cory said. Evan took his shirt and then his shorts off. his cock sprang to attention. For not being a tall guy, his cock sure was big. "Lets get right to the point, suck my cock, I heard they came in your ass last, they'll be the lube." He walked over and I started to suck his cock, it was definitely harder to manage than the roommates. "You now what.. on your back, head off the edge." I did as I was told and he positioned his cock over my face, he went slowly at first but then he really fucked my mouth. I struggled to breathe, I struggled to keep my teeth off him and I struggled to not fall off the bed. "On your hands and knees, on the edge." I got up and did as I was told, my ass was definitely going to be sore after this. I got into position and the door opened, Cory tossed two bottles of poppers into the room on the bed. "Oh ho oh!" put one in each nostril you pig. I screwed the caps off and took a deep breath of both of them. I screwed the caps back on and collapsed with my arms out in front of me, chest on the bed, my ass about to be plowed by a black cock. He spit, it hit me in the face, he spit again and this time was cool on my slightly gaped hole. He pressed his cock into my ass slowly. Again, my ass took his cock better than my mouth. and he sank all the way in, his balls slapping into mine, my body shuddered. "God Damn!" he moaned staying there for a second. "What number am I!? your ass can take a cock!" I help up a number 4 and he laughed. "You're still a new cunt then, damn though." He picked up the pace, he was consistent and it felt like he went on forever, he was hitting deeper than anyone has before, honestly, sometimes it hurt, I tucked my pelvis under me and shuddered in pain. "Take another double hit, and then lay down flat over this pillow" he grabbed Katies pillow and laid it under me. The poppers made me see a black spot, and it started to get larger. My head was spinning, throbbing. I collapsed onto the pillow, he climbed on top of me and gave me the biggest thrusts yet, the slaps were loud. Our bodies bouncing hard on the bed, I've never fucked Katie like this in this bed. Again he lasted for what felt like 5-10 minutes, I also can't last that long in this position. "Where do you want it straight boy" "Inside me" I managed between thrusts. "Thought so, I just wanted to hear you say it." and he sped up, in one last moan and thrust he released deep in my ass, I could feel his cock pumping into me. He rolled off me, his cock popping out, and some cum, ran down my balls, down my cock and onto her pillow. He left the room, I heard him say. "Let's keep him away from Tommy for a bit longer, he's a good fuck" and out the door he went. The boy's entered the room, I still laying on my stomach on the bed in a daze. "Text Katie and see when she'll be home." "Please guys, no more today" "That's fair, there's always next weekend, but you need to do some laundry." "I think Thomas doesn't recognize me." I blurted out. "What?" Stephen said. "I ran into him last night at 7-11, he slapped me ass. He had a skinny kid with him they were buying condoms and were most likely drunk." "Were you scared?" Cory said. "Yeah, kind of." "I don't know, your cock says otherwise" Stephen said reaching out for my hard cock, stroking it with the mixture of cum that had run out of my ass. "Your first gay sex was a dirty fucking top, poz as they come, and that excites you you little faggot." His hand felt so good, in combination of the nights and days activities my cock was long overdue. I nodded. "But you want more cocks don't you, you want us to pimp your ass out to everyone at that party and them some." I nodded again, my hips starting to buck. "You won't want to have sex with Katie anymore, just become a sloppy bottom" I opened my eyes, "Wha-" His other hand slapped my balls. I jumped but it kind of felt good. "You're too good of a bottom to continue fucking girls, you need more cocks and less pussy. Cum for us, cum thinking about how many more cocks there are coming over to take your ass and throat. Cum thinking about how after the last guy who fucks you from the party, we will call Thomas again." "Oh fuck" I let out, cum shooting from my cock up my stomach, chest and reaching just over one of my shoulders. "Wow!" Cory said, "He might be a chaser!" "You got laundry to do" he wiped cum from the pillow and pressed it into my panting mouth, and they went back to games. My gatorade and the rest of my protein bar sat on the night stand. Damn I was thirsty.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

Four days since redeeming my mare’s ticket for last Friday’s event. I passed through the screen I took the week before and refrained from hooking up leading up to the event, so feel good that I knew my state on arrival. A little over a week from today I will get another lab test done to see what I can report back here afterwards. This event was smaller than past markets. The nature of the venue made it practical to attempt to take a head count twice just before the hoods went on. I could easily be off by one or two in either direction, but counted 25 both times. Couldn’t tell you much of anything about how many stallions were there that night, for reasons that should be no surprise. The stable hands were amazing as always! I had to be moved from the first spot I’d picked when the event started because it was too light and had tipped up on two legs several times the first time I was mounted. The event had just started, so there were very limited options for being moved to a safer place, but the volunteer who moved me out of necessity that first time must have kept an eye out for that ti change because he came back only a short time later and offered to move me to a sturdier bench similar to the one I’d picked out but couldn’t stay with. He didn’t have to do that, and I hadn’t even thought to ask. That outcome required both empathy to predict an unspoken need and a genuine desire to help make everyone’s night go as well as it could in order to have acted on what his intuition registered. I am grateful so many of those who are chosen to serve as stable hands have those qualities and bring them so willingly to the task! I also want to thank the stallions’ for being the men they were as well. I’m aware that the event organizers had included a request that the stallion’s make a point of being gentle with the mares and do their part to help them keep their stamina for the duration. I make it a point to warm up before arriving, so I noticed a difference in how gentle the first several men who approached me were that tells me this request was heard and respected without complaint. Someone once observed here that the stallions tend to sample earlier in the evening and wait until much later before cumming. That trend did not change, but each stallion who gave me some time on their cock during the early half of that evening seemed to be spending more time with each visit than what I recall. Perhaps that had more to do with there being fewer mares overall, but whatever the motivation, I appreciated the extra time! I was particularly fortunate to have encountered the first stallion who made contact with me that nigh. Before attempting to fuck me, he took a grip around my cock like he was checking its weight, ran his hand down my back like he was assessing how smooth my skin was, and tapped his finger against my ass as if he needed to check whether or it I had applied any lubrication yet (of course I had!). Once he’d done his cursory physical inspection he whispered to inform me that I’d passed his inspection on, offered his prediction that I had the right qualities to be quite popular that night. He told me I wasn’t going to get his load this early, but reassured me he’d come find me when he was ready, then lined the head of his cock up and gave me several slow deep thrusts before pulling out and walking away without saying another word. His feedback was complimentary and kind, and more importantly delivered it in a way that appealed to personality traits that find obedience erotic and seek pleasure from being rewarded verbally for obedient behavior. I had already been in a good mood for what was i imagined the night had in store, but that stallion’s approach pushed me head first across an intangible boundary between my mundane every day sense of self and the market’s sense of rhythm and ritual. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start the evening. Nor could I have asked for much better of a way to end it. Two of the last three stallions that fucked me that night had been there long enough that they no longer felt compelled to hold back. Not only that, but they also both growled a clear message that they were about to come, just enough warning for me use whatever body language I had at my disposal. The first time I was over the same bench I’d been moved to well over an hour ago and responded by willing my hole to relax and crawling a half pace back in his direction so he could get as deep as he cared to. I could feel the base of his cock spasm barely an instant later when he made one last inward thrust and let his weight keep his hilted balls deep until he had recovered enough to pull out, step back, and exchange mutual gratitude for what had just happened. I was offered a place in a sling they had just become vacant, and was perfectly happy to accept. The event didn’t last much longer, but there was enough time for another stallion to do much the same thing. But with the the sling being shaped the way it is, i was almost sure he was going to take me right over the edge with him. Between the stallion that had just finished before him and the ride he’d given me at the sling ideal angle, I knew my body well enough to know that all I needed to do to get off was to pull my legs back and spread them further apart. He gave me just the perfect amount of warning that he was about to come that I was able to get off right alongside him. I felt every bit of the gratitude I offered for giving me his load and being such a hot top. I’ll report back when I’ve gotten my after market test results, but my past experience with this community has been remarkably good. I’m optimistic, but also being sensible. Which means tonight I am also writing both to reinforce my commitment to getting tested to come full circle next week and also because it’s one way of channeling the frustration that comes with opting out of trying to hook up for another week until that’s done. And I suppose... If someone reading this happens to recognize their side of it in my account, I can’t say I’d be upset to hear from them as a result... Heh.... Good night everyone!

I've taken a fucking machine (with 12 inch dildo) for just under 4 and half hours, although I did change position several times and was high on as all fuck on T.

Have been working on infecting a "project" for the past week. I have been fucking it at a beat (cruising area) Nice open area, fucking under the stars!

Sorry, I thought this was about cigarettes 😲

I reconnected with a bud for the first time in several years - I usually go to his place 40 minutes away but today he came over so we could use my sling. I had no idea who was going to get in it first since we’re both versatile but after making out as we removed our clothes and I was rubbing his hairy body he told me to get in it, which I happily did. I got my legs up and he went to town eating and fingering my hole. After about 5 minutes he got up and slid his raw cock inside me slowly. It was still a little tight so he got some lube and it slid right inside, feeling amazing. As he fucked me he either played with my nipples or stroked my cock while looking in my eyes and calling each other dirty pigs. After a bit he pulled out and went back to eating my slowly opening hole and over half hour slowly got 4 fingers inside me as he held my throbbing cock tight. I told him as long as he holds my hard dick but doesn’t let me cum my ass will welcome all of his fingers. He then grabbed my phone to take a few pictures of his hand starting to disappear inside me. A little further dirty talk about how I’d love to have him watch me get bred and how he’d eat out the seed and kiss me with it and I was about to shoot. I got out of the sling and we went to the bed and he bent over and we fucking doggie style for a bit before I blew my 5 day load deep inside his guts. We’ve been playing over 10 years now and we’ve never disclosed our status (both of us have Ask Me as our status on BBRT) - I want to know and I also don’t want to know - not knowing is hot.

chapter 1. It all started on a day like any other. Woke up, took of my cpap, picked up my phone and cuddled my cat. Was relaxing and reading texts when a [deleted] message came through. >weredaddy< What’s up boy >bbslut< not much, just relaxing after waking up. You? >weredaddy< wishing I was balls deep in that cunt boy >bbslut< me too daddy. Wish I had you hard Poz cock in my ass >weredaddy< let me come knock you up like the cheating slut you are >bbslut< I wish daddy, but I’m trying to make things really work with this new BF. >weredaddy< he know you’re a chasing slut? Still responding to me on here? >bbslut< no daddy, I’m trying to resist those urges because I really like this guy. I’m sorry 😑 >weredaddy< fine boy. Im moving again and can’t take your sling with me, I won’t have room >bbslut< I can come get it or you could bring it here. Roommate’s at work >weredaddy< that’ll work boy. Text me your address and I’ll be there around lunchtime I texted him my address, then lay back, cock hard as a rock, and debating if I wanted to clean out and fuck myself with my favorite toy from fort troff or not. My phone buzzed and I saw weredaddy had sent me a clip… a clip of him fucking me, telling me he was pozzing me up, (when I was still on meds. that clinched it for me. I got up, walked in to the bathroom and set everything up to clean out, grabbing my poppers (Amsterdam is my favorite) and my new nipple clamps. I was feeling particularly subby today, so I put my tiny cock cage on, locked it, then put the key on the bathroom counter, and began the cleaning out process. it took a bit, and I surfed breedingZone like I usually do. Seeing all the hot Poz guys sharing their stories made my cock harden in the cage, with that delightful ache/pain happening, making my hole twitch. The water finally running clear as my hole was aching to get filled, so I lubed up my dildo, pressed play on the video of weredaddy fucking me, and then started huffing poppers as I teased my hole. As weredaddy was sliding in, I took in a big breath of poppers, held it, then exhaled as I impaled myself on my toy. Felt like maybe I scratched my hole, but the pressing on my prostate felt so good, pushing precum out of my locked cock, that I didn’t care. I began to bounce up and down on the toy, listening and watching weredaddy pounding my cunt, talking nasty to me, saying he was going to knock me up for the new year. Poz cocks and cum were what my slut hole deserved. Every time it got close to him breading me, I’d back it up to right where he enters my cunt, and let it play through again. lost in my popper haze and full cunt, my phone buzzed and I saw he’d messaged me. >weredaddy< hey cunt, I’m almost there. How’s my hole doing? I was shocked, not realizing so much time had passed, and jumped to my feet, letting the toy fall out of my hole to the floor. I quickly rinsed the lube off of my hands and body, dried off, and went to get dressed. I had just put on my red jock when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my mesh shorts, and ran down the stairs, not wanting to keep him waiting and have the neighbors see what he was bringing inside. I opened all the locks and let him in, dropping my shorts as he walked in, closing the gate and door on his way in. “oh, I see how it is cunt. Teasing me with what I can’t have when I’m bringing your sling back.” I blushed “I’m sorry Roger (weredaddy), I didn’t mean to do that. I got lost in some play time and didn’t have time to get dressed before you got here “ “Hmm. More like you didn’t want the neighbors to see this fucking heavy sling. Speaking of, take it boy” he said the last part with force, and I grabbed the straps without thinking. “all right, I’m gonna take it upstairs after you head out. Thanks for dropping it off roger.” ”nonsense. Let me help you set it up, it’s much easier with another set of hands!” Roger said, and while true, worrying since I was still just in my jock. “only setting it up roger, you’re not fucking me today!” “No worries slut. You won’t cheat, not my problem. I can respect a boundary “ I led the way upstairs to my room, showing him my new place, shooting the shit as we walked in. “should probably set it up here so it’s not as visible with the door open” I said, putting the bag down on the other side of my bed. “big space here” roger said, “shame no pozzing parties can happen here since you’re not fucking around” “yeah, but I think this guy could be the one, so I’d rather not bring this into the mix, yah know?” we unzipped the bag, and started setting up the sling. Lots of the fiddle bits were def easier with him there, and it didn’t take much time until it was ready. “thank, was much easier with you here roger.” ”no problems cunt.” He said, “want to hop in and take some photos for your new man?” ”he’s not really into sexting and all, so probably not, but thanks for asking” I said with a laugh. “why not take them anyway? See if maybe he’s into it?” “only pictures?” ”only pictures, scouts honor” I realized that I still had the cage on, so left my jock on and backed Into the sling, lifting my legs and roger helped me get situated. “perfect”, he whispered, looking at me in the sling like a piece of meat in front of a starving man. “Want me to take your jock off?” I blushed. “No, have my cage on and wouldn’t want to freak him out. It’s not too visible here, is it?” ”oh no, you’re good” roger said as he picked up my phone and started taking pics. “Are you okay, you look uncomfortable? “umm, I’m okay. Just feeling the horny still from earlier and this isn’t helping lol. Plus this light in my eyes “got anything for me to cover them up with?” He asked, and I directed him to the top drawer of my dresser where my hankies were. He covered my eyes, then started taking pics again. I felt a heat against my hole, and realized he’d gotten close to my ass, because I could feel his breath “What are you doing roger?” “just trying to get a good photo of those puffy cunt lips. You sure you haven’t been fucked cause it sure looks like it!” “just my toy roger. Long distance is a bitch, but toys work just fine” he got silent and I heard my photo camera click again. “Want me to pound your hole with your toy?” I thought about it, and it was hot. Being blindfolded in my sling, cock locked, with my former friend with benefits stretching my hole. “sure, just start off gently please I know how you can get. And bring the poppers!” he grunted okay, then went into the bathroom for lube, poppers, and my toy. He helped my part my cheeks, gave me the poppers and started lubing my hole with his fingers. I felt that was a gray area since he wasn’t fucking me for real, and let it slide. I felt the tip of the toy poking my cunt lips, and started huffing poppers, letting it stretch me open good. roger started talking dirty to me, presumably filming now. “Oh yeah boy, like that nice thick Poz cock in your hole? Feeling it stretch you open good?” I couldn’t help myself “oh fuck yeah daddy. Stretch my hole, rip it open and let your Poz cock go balls deep!” I reached down, and was able to feel the plastic of the toy in my ass, and then started huffing poppers again. roger pulled the toy out to add more lube, instructing me to take 4 sniffs of the poppers, and hold on the last one. When I let my breath out, he slammed the toy in balls deep, and I moaned in pain and pleasure. He started pushing it in and pulling out, changing the speed and angle” ”look at your tiny clit boy,” roger said “leaking knowing it’s useless and neg, and glad your unprotected hole is being filled with a toxic Poz cock like it should be.” his talk was turning me on, and I was feeling something new… a handfree orgasm coming on. “fuck daddy, knock me up and make me Poz like you. Give me your toxic cum daddy, I need it “ I started moaning, tweaking my nipples and feeling the toy hitting the right spots. “oh boy, you are gonna get what you asked for. Yeah, you’re gonna get that Poz cum,” he exclaimed, and all of a sudden, As I was sniffing the poppers, he ripped the blindfold off and I could in the mirror above, the toy oh the floor, his bare cock pounding my cunt hard, and my phone recording in his hand. He growled, then shouted “aww finally,” and then he pounded deep and started cumming in my ass. Before I could protest, the poppers hit me, and his cock pounding my prostate made me cum as well, shooting out of my caged cock towards my hole. he slowly fucked his load in and out of me as I came hard from a few hours of playing with my hole earlier, and then It all came crashing down. “goddamnit roger! I’m not on meds, and I’m in a relationship! I told you I didn’t want to cheat on him!” I started trying to get loose, and he pushed me down, reaching behind me to hanging cuffs I hadn’t seen and cuffed my hands to the sling. I struggled to get my feet free, but he then tied my feet into the supports “yeah, I’m not feeling that journey for you slut. I like that hole, I like fucking and breeding it, and I’m gonna keep doing that until you get pozzed up” he said, taking off the rest of his clothes. “Speaking off…” his voice trailed off as he went into the bathroom. I heard drawers open and close, then an “ah ha!” he walked back to me, holding two familiar bottles. “You said you stopped prep boy, but here I find two bottles, one not even opened! Why hold on to these? I should help you” he turned back around as I kept struggling to somehow get free, and I heard something falling into water, then a flush. “There, takes care of that pesky prep, doesn’t it??,” and I realized he’d flushed it all. “now, I’m feeling horny again, so either popperup or this may hurt.” he walked to me, hard cock in hand, and I knew I was fucked. ~~ let me know if you want more ~~

This Friday 30 July from 7:30pm im bending my boy over to take loads from anon tops in Richmond. Anyone interested in flooding his hole? HMU here or Kik KummyButt

So I was out last night in a nice little bar in soho. Chilling I bottom mainly but I from time to time need to fuck a nice man pussy. these 2 older guys were at the bar and one left the older one on his own. The older guy was around 55 grey hair very feminine in his body language. He kept looking over at me then he got up and came over hi I’m David he said can I join you, Carl I replied and yeah of course you can. He bought me drinks and we chatted he put his hand on my leg and ran it up my jeans to my bulge smiled well your a big boy. I smiled wanna find out how big I said with a grin. He said yeah why not and he walked towards the toilets, I followed shortly after and he pulled me into a cubicle dropping to his knees he unzipped me pulled me out and I was already stood to attention he said I don’t know if I can get all of that on my mouth, I smirked you will baby you will. He began kissing my thick heavy balls then ran his tongue up my shaft, till he reached the tip of my swollen mushroom head. then he grabbed it at the base as he started to take it inch by inch into his mouth he got half way down when I crapped the back of his head and thrusted my self balls deep into his mouth I began face fucking him like the cum and cock hungry slut he was. He was gagging and I stood him up slid my tongue in his mouth tasting my own cock on his lips. I turned him round, pulled down his tight jeans and jocks. I spat on his arse and grabbed him by his hips. You want it raw baby don’t you I said yes he squirmed out. I pushed my cock deep inside his hole. Slamming myself against him, I grabbed a handful of grey hair pulled him back and kissed him again the pushed him forwards and began drilling him as hard and as fast as I could. Suddenly there it was the tingle in my balls my sack retracting getting tighter and tighter as all of a sudden I blew my 6 day load deep into his hole. he turned and began licking my cock again cleaning my shaft and head with his mouth. I then pulled up my jeans and walked straight out the toilet.

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

About 20 years ago I visited a straight naturist sauna in London. Whilst soaking in the jacuzzi, I was joined by an older Arabic guy with a thick, hairy chest & an impressive looking cock, even in its flaccid state. He started a conversation with me, & I felt his leg bumping against mine as we talked, but didn't think anything more as it was a straight sauna. After a while, I chose to switch to the sauna cabin. After a couple of minutes my Arabic friend joined me & sat quite close. He began to rub some of the sweat off himself, & in the process his hand "slipped" off him & ended up on my leg. He apologised & I told him it was OK. He then did it again, but his hand didn't move from my leg, he just started rubbing it in longer strokes, until his hand slipped under my towel & grabbed my stiffening cock. He then leaned across & slipped his tongue into my throat as his hands moved onto my chest & began working my nipples, which started to really bring out my inner pig. We did this for a couple of minutes before we heard someone outside the door, we split apart as the door opened & a couple of people joined us in the sauna. As they sat down, the Arab got up & gestured to me to follow him outside. I walked out to find him outside & he walked around the cabins to another door. I followed him & we entered a gym area beside a pool with a few people in it. He began kissing me again & stroking my nipples, making me groan while I felt his hard cock in my hand. He pushed me onto a bench, spat on his hand & began to lube up his 9" thick cock, as well as fingering my hole with some of his spit. He then pushed into me & I moaned as his bare cock slid inside me. He began to fuck me, while reaching up & twisting my nipples. I was moaning hard, I imagine that people in the pool area must have heard me, & anyone walking alongside the end by the gym room would have been able to see what was happening. But no one complained. He fucked me hard for about 10 minutes before picking up his pace & I felt his warm sperm pumping inside my ass. He collapsed onto me & began kissing me again. After a few minutes he withdrew from my cunt, rubbed my nipples one final time before leaving me there. There was no discussion about safe sex, no discussion about STDs, it was just a hard, bare breeding session. I returned to the jacuzzi to recover with a thick sticky load in my cunt, but never saw the guy again in there for the remaining few hours I stayed. I've been back to the sauna on a few occasions, but he was never there. I still believe that this was the point I began to embrace the pig in me. I had often barebacked before that, but I don't think I've ever used condoms after this session. It also unleased my love of dirty, older guys, especially if they are Arabic!

is there any such thing as too much incest. any faggot who has ever had their father or brothers cocks in their throat or shoved up their ass would say no. I definitely say no.

If you fuck bare but you don't want the load make sure you convey that to the top before you start otherwise he may not be happy, if he agrees - great, but he may still (accidentally or not) still cum inside you and if you're afraid of catching something you can get that before they cum so it's not all that much safer than taking the load. Pulling out in porn indicates the top actually came but it's not particularly satisfying for anyone. If they cum inside it's possible they are faking it. Personally I love when they pull out, shoot on the hole and then push it all back in as they continue to climax - win win for everyone!

Some of the most memorable fucks I ever had were Middle Eastern men: While I was in college, there was a Kuwaiti grad student there. He was bi and loved the sexual freedom of the US. He was one of those oil baron trust fund kids and he rented his own house, where he’d entertain his conquests. He loved how easy it was find people to fuck here, which worked well for him because he claimed that he hasn’t jacked off since he first got some pussy at 15. Dude loved getting his dick wet and told me he’s actually called off dates if his partner insisted to use condoms. There were several occasions where I’d get a booty call late at night to pinch hit. He knew how to work a hole and was always good for at least 3-4 loads, if not more. Saudi vers I used to fuck with when I lived in Cali. Doesn’t want to go back home because homosexuals are persecuted. Dude had a freakishly huge, long, thick, meaty, cock with balls the size of plums. He was cute AF, too. Dude could have modeled or been a porn star. He was one of those guys that just loved to slow fuck all weekend long, he really challenged my anal stamina and left me gaping for hours. One thing about him is that he was obsessed with making me cum hands free. A couple of times I wasn’t feeling it and had to fake it. A bottom I know invites me to tag along a sex party in Vegas. We make the drive from LA, get to our room, clean up and rest for a bit, and head out. We go to the top floor of Aria and knock on the door. Inside are five of the biggest dudes I ever seen, buck ass naked or wearing robes with the front open. The room is smokey from their cigars, various half empty liquor bottles litter the room, and I see lines on the glass coffee table with rolled up Benjies. Not gonna say we got raped, but there were several times I wanted to stop but it’s hard to yell or struggle sandwiched between two huge guys DP-ing me while another has me gagging on his dick. When ever they came, they’d laugh and make some remarks in Arabic (probably along the lines of “Look, the little bitch likes it, he just came!”) and then go even harder. A couple of them definitely had coke dick cuz they were super hard but couldn’t nut, which pissed them off and made them take it out on my “friend” and I. After about five hours, they were done with us and they pretty much kicked us out and threw out clothes out the door. It took me a long while to recover from that. Story goes that there were supposed to be two more bottoms with us but they chickened out when they heard who they were seeing as they had a rep for being pretty brutal (a fact my “friend” left out). These guys, from the UAE, come to Vegas every few months and fuck everything they can get their hands on and each day is different: porn stars, boys, underaged girls, Asians, etc. And oh, I no longer talk to my “friend” since I found out he got $17K and didn’t share a dime (never knew he went from regular party boi to pro).

Yes! Glad I finally found this thread! Would love to be pregnant--imagine myself getting knocked up, belly and pecs swelling, hips widening, body swelling, then belly dropping as my poz baby is coming to term. Not sure how to give birth yet, except emptying my balls into a fertile, willing bottom . . .

Sunday night we sent Javier on his way home....The whole weekend we spent taking turns filling him up with both our poz loads.....He left our house with a smile and hopes of getting the fuck flu and seroconverting....After Javier left, Rick and I agreed that we should probably start our meds. I showed him the meds the Dr. put me on and it was different that what Rick had....A few weeks after our weekend with Javier I got a text from Javier that he's really sick...I told Rick about it and we replied back to Javier that we are bring over some stuff to help him through this. That evening after work we went over to Javier's place and his roommate answered the door. We came in and brought in some gatorade and some stuff to help him keep hydrated. Rick brought along a home HIV test to see what it shows. He had Javier swab the inside of his gums and we waited for about 20 minutes. After the alarm on the phone went off we checked the test and wow he had two dark red lines show up on his test. Rick looked back at Javier and said congrats you are poz... Javier's roommate Bradley overheard us and came into the room and said "What you are poz". He looked a bit confused and said when did this happen and who did it. Javier looked at him and said a few weeks ago and these are my gifters. Bradley smiled and said I would be honored if you would gift me too. I put my hand on his should and said sorry we started meds right after our time with Javier so not sure if you would get pozzed. However Javier can share his gift with you. After I said that I saw the biggest grin on Javiers face as he looked at Bradley. We left Javier's place soon after that, Rick looked at me and said what do you think? do you think Javier will share his gift with Bradley?....I said Yea I think he will...

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 part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."

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There was a Melrose Spa that you are thinking of but it closed several years ago. Small, intimate. Took a lot of loads there in its day. Was nice that it was so close to WEHO. Parking was a bitch though, lol.

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I’m planning a road trip in a few weeks and will be in Milwaukee Labor Day weekend. Checking out bbrt it appears there’s a lot of hung tops there. Where is a a good motel to take anon loads in MKE? Planning on Friday and Saturday night Labor Day weekend.

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I contracted HIV on purpose because 15yrs ago my options were to use condoms or accept the risk. I grabbed the bull by the horns and put myself in a position to become poz so I was no longer fearful. You don't live in the same world that I did. Figure your shit out and take care of yourself. If you're afraid of STIs use condoms. If you're afraid of HIV take PrEP. This conversation keeps coming up yet these options have existed for ten years or more. Yes, PrEP was actually administered that long ago. Educate yourself. If you're still scared use condoms. I've honestly grown impatient with this discussion. It's absolutely simple. If you want to bareback take PrEP or accept the risk.

I entered their room, I've never been inside. it felt like a club, LED lights around the ceiling and corners, a nice big TV, and a huge bed. Stephen was in bed alright, slowly stroking, a porn compilation was playing on the huge television. I walked up to the edge of the bed and without looking at me Stephen pointed down to his cock. I climbed onto the bed and crawled to him replacing his hand with my mouth on his cock, my ass facing their bathroom. Stephens hand wrapped around the back of my head and he guided me up and down, moaning. I heard the bathroom door open and Cory dove into my ass with his tongue, it felt amazing. I wanted Cory to stick his cock in my ass already, but I knew Stephen would be going first. I was right. Stephen pulled my head off his cock and up to him, "Ride me". As I climbed onto him he reached over, pumped lube into his hand, then onto his cock and reached under my balls and shoved 1 finger into my ass, moving it around. I placed his cock at the entrance and slowly sat down, it would go in a bit, and my ass would start to reject it, so I'd start over. All of a sudden a wash cloth was placed over my face, I gasped, getting a huge whiff of some odd chemical, I immediately got dizzy. "Fuck is this chloroform?" I thought to myself. My ass loosened and his cock sunk deep into my ass, my mouth opened, and I took even more of the chemical into my lungs. I didn't pass out, instead my head was swirling and throbbing. I heard Stephen say, "Ride it bitch, make me cum." I slowly worked his cock as I've seen countless girls do in porn. I felt Corey's hand wrap around my cock from behind, his dick was in between my ass cheeks. This was the most pleasure I've experienced when it comes to sex. Corey's hand is no pussy but the combination of all of this was driving me wild. "Do you want to cum?" Stephen asked, taking over for Corey. I nodded. He slapped my cock, reached up and grabbed my throat pulling me down to him. "Do you want to cum?" he asked again. "Yes Sir" "Good straight boy, or are you our secret little faggot" I nodded again, my head throbbing. "Say it!" "I'm your secret little faggot" "Corey didn't hear you" As I went to say it louder the rag was placed over my mouth again, there was a different smell, a familiar one. My head swirled some more. "Earn it, if you want to cum" Stephen said letting go of my throat. I rode his cock as best I could, it never slipped out and he started meeting my movement, I lost track of Corey. "That's it, that's it." he said through gritted teeth. His hands grabbed my ass and shoved me down onto his cock as deep as it goes as he moaned and lurched, I couldn't feel the cum but I could feel the base of his cock tensing up. Stephen reached up and grabbed my throat again pulling me down to him, bringing me in for a kiss. Our tongues danced and traded saliva as he moaned. I felt what assumed to be Corey's cock at the entrance to my ass. He pressed it in, Stephens cock was still in there. I gasped into Stephens mouth, his cock popped out, and Corey took over really pounding my ass. His hands gripped onto my hips and he kept a steady pace. It wasn't long until he filled my ass with his cum as well. Stephen ended the kiss pulled me past next to his head. "We're thirsty, go pick us up something." he said into my ear. A large plug was being pressed into my ass. "Our cum stays in you." Corey finished getting the plug in and slapped my ass. "Light blue Gatorade please, lemon lime for yourself". He gave me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I changed in front of them in a cum drunk poppered up daze. I grabbed my keys, phone and mask from the front room and headed to 7-11. I picked up the Gatorades and 1 for Katie as well. As I was purchasing them, and hand pinched my ass. I jumped slightly and turned around. Standing right behind me was Thomas. "FUCK" I thought. Thomas laughed and was holding an unsuspecting twink in his arm, they were buying condoms and beer, but I could smell the alcohol through my mask. "Join us tonight, your ass felt amazing" He said reaching out for me. "No thanks," I said dodging his hand. This poor kid isn't going to be fucked using those condoms tonight. Thomas laughed and as he slapped my ass I felt his hand hit the plug. And from his reaction, he knew what he hit. "Damn, come on you slut, I'm more fun than that plug." I grabbed the bag of drinks and snacks and bolted out of the 7-11 to Thomas laughing and a few others checking me out. I rushed home, gave the drinks to Stephen and Corey, changed and went to bed after drinking a whole water bottle and half the Gatorade. The plug stayed at their request.

Absolutely no Top that I know of WANTS to use a condom. Heck, most bottoms I know don’t wants the top to use a condom (although I know a few that are 💯 condoms, seeing as how the risk factors are greater for the receiver). Dudes out “Condom only” so as to not scare away the real condom-only crowd. Plus no one wants the condom Nazis in their feed. I’m seeing more and more profiles saying “On PREP”, which I suppose is code word for “I want it raw yet I’m considered safe/clean”, kind of like how “On meds, undetectable” is used with post-exposure groups. I can’t even count the number of Tops that declare “Condom only” on their profile or started off fucking me with a condominium, only to forgo putting one on, asking if I’m safe and want it raw, or whipping it off mid-fuck. I’ve commented before that condoms aren’t only physically inhibiting of the sensation, but it’s psychologically dulling as well. There studies cited that account the volume of semen ejaculated when men masturbate, fuck with condoms, go raw and pull out, and do the deed in another person’s orifice. It found that of these acts, men deposit more semen when they breed raw (not surprising). However, it also found that the volume of semen was only SLIGHTLY higher between jacking off and ducking g with a condom. It is as if men’s minds knew that they aren’t really gonna impregnate/breed the receiving partner so it held back. Bottom line: pumping loads into someone is a very primal necessity.

Both Rick and I were looking forward to the weekend and our planned conversion party for Javier....Friday morning I got a text message from Javier asking me what time he should arrive. I asked Rick and we agreed upon 7pm. So I told Javier come at 7pm and if he has a jockstrap to wear it..I think guys in jockstraps are hot...I sent over the address and said see you at 7pm...That day at work went pretty fast and around 2pm I got a message from the pharmacy that my meds were ready and i could come pick them up. I figured I would pick them up on my way home from work but wont start them until next week....I need to share my toxic seed with Javier this weekend so he can make the journey. I got home around 5:30 but Rick wasnt home yet so I started to pick some stuff up as we had a guest coming over tonight and didnt want the place to look like a dump. As I was cleaning up the living room, Rick came in the door and said hey Baby i'm home. I turned off the vacumn and he came over and gave me a kiss. He asked me you ready to gift your first chaser...I said Yea i am....Rick went into the room and took off the comforter and sheets and put on the play sheets so we wouldnt mess up the good beeding. When he was out he bought some poppers and lube and put them by the bedside stand....I went into the office and found some long streaming porn to airplay into the bedroom TV. As I was dong that Rick came in and said wait I have a better idea. He took the keyboard and went into our storage drive and found some pozzing video's and looped them. I said I think we have everything ready I am going to go take a shower, Rick said ill join you. So we went in together and showered but agreed no sex as we needed to save our seed for Javier. After our shower we got dressed I put on my running shorts with no underwear and a tank top on. Rick had the same. A little after 7pm the door bell rang and I went to answer the door and Javier was standing in our door way stark naked in a jockstrap carrying a bag with his clothes. I hurried him in. He said you told me to wear my jockstrap so I figured its best to show up at your door in just my jockstrap. Thank goodness we live on a quiet street, im sure the old lady across the way saw Javier showing off his little butt....With that it didnt take too much time getting us all excited, while i was kissing Javier Rick was up behind him fingering his little butt and biting his earlobs. I pulled away and said let's go into the bedroom.....As we got into the bedroom we pushed Javier to his knees so he was in front of our cock's, we looked down at him and said take care of our poz cocks. While he was pulling our running shorts down and taking care of our cock's, Rick and I started kissing and getting really turned on with Javier's soft lips on our hard toxic cocks. I looked down at Javier and said you like that toxic cock Slut? he looked up at me and said Yes Sir and went back to taking my cock all the way into his hungry mouth. This guy knows how to take care of a cock, hes a good obedient cocksucker...After a while of kissing he stood up and started kissing us as we reached around and grabbed each cheek. I will admit he has a night little butt and I cant wait to shoot my poz seed inside of him... We made our way to the bed and Rick laid on his back while Javier went down on him and started sucking his cock. I moved towards Javier's ass and started eating out his little latin butt. He was tight as I would try to stick in a finger or two....I need to loosen up this guys tight little hole so i continued eating and fingering his hole. I wasnt careful and meant to scratch the inside with my fingernail.....After a bit Javier stopped sucking and said hey i have a toothbrush in my bag go grab that and use that on my fuckhole. I went over and found his bag and looked through it to find the toothbrush, wow this kid was ready he had a butt plug in there as well...I guess thats after we give him a few loads to make sure they stay inside of him....I found the toothbrush and went back to his hole i put some spit on my finger and then slowly inserted the toothbrush in and rotating it as it pushed it in and out. I did this for a few minutes and pulled it out, the bristles were red with blood....I looked over at Rick and I said Daddy, I think this boy's pussy is ready for your poz seed. So we switched positions, I put my cock back in Javier's mouth as Rick went to Javier's ass to start fucking. He put a little bit of lube on the outside of the hole and then pushed his cock in, Javier squirmed and squealed as he took Rick's uncut tool in his hungry fuck hole.

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This is really awesome and I want to read a lot more of this story. Thanks for sharing so far and please continue.

I agree. There is a difference with being objectified and with being glorified.

I actually like reading these posts and I don’t feel objectified at all. Let me know what it is upfront. If we a going to be real, a lot of black guys look at it the same way. “If you’re a white guy, we have nothing in common, and you’re not fucking, I don’t care.” Hell, if I’m following a porn dude on Twitter, and he’s not showing enough ass, or talking too much I unfollow. So how can I be mad? And not responding to anyone here, cause I don’t folks personally, but a lot of these guys who bring up this objectification issue don’t give a damn about black gays.... They just see that a preference is being shown, or in someway black men are strangely being “highlighted” about sexual prowess and they feel some type away about it. They use all type of a racial epithets to condemn a guy for missing a goal in soccer, but as soon as someone says they prefer black dick it’s “hey, wait a minute….”

less of the judgey judgey "lax sexual habits...disease vector" bullshit. We are all sexually generous beings having a god time. You have sex, you can get STIs. We are lucky we can get tested and get treated. Don't put people off getting tested by spreading the stereotypical "you have an infection - ergo - you must be dirty"

Getting bred is a feeling like no other. Knowing that I have another man’s cum in my ass makes me so hard. The fast pace and then the uncontrollable pulsing especially when the top man handles me and holds me down and makes sures his load goes deep in my ass is so fucking hot!

Andrew felt dizzy as he exhaled, his uncles lips leaving his. He knew it was wrong, they were related, it was incest. But his head couldn't wrap around why, suddenly he felt it, a hornyness coming from deep inside him. Sat in his Uncles lap, he looked into his eyes and again kissed him. Dom's tongue battled against him, Andrew's body was on fire, all he knew was that he needed to kiss him. He needed to kiss his uncle, badly. Grinding his pert ass into his uncles thick pierced cock, feeling as it left streakes of precum all over his lower back and his jeans. He felt his Uncle bite down on his lip, he whimpered. Andrew needed this, he needed the love of his older Alpha Uncle to tame his inner fag. He felt his Uncles rough hands, reach around him, feeling them pull at the hem of his shirt. Pulling off his shirt, Andrew broke the kiss, glancing around the room as he now saw several alpha men, now all idly playing with their cocks watching his Uncle accost him. The horniness crashed into him like a wave, knowing that all these men were watching him get fondled like a cheap whole. He turned back to his Uncle, and kissed him hard, he knew he needed to show all the men in the room what a fag he was. Turning around in his Uncles lap, Andrew now faced Dom. Doms hands grasped his ass cheeks, groping them and playing with his jeans exposing Andrews ass to the whole room. "Now now Dom, Father will be first to fuck the little fags cunt. We just need to get him nice and twisted" A hand traced up the small of Andrews back, Poz Pig was stood behind him. Resting a hand on his on his shoulder, Andrew broke the kiss with his Uncle, just as Poz Pig, his thick hanging cock visibly leaking precum onto the floor, picked up the pipe again. "Suck on Daddies Poz Glass cock" He said, holding out the pipe. Andrews lips wrapped round the pipe, he had never dreamed of trying Tina for the first time today, let alone whilst committing incest. He too a deep drag, just as he began to relax, Poz Pigs' hand quickly covered his nose and mouth. "Keep it in fag, we guna get you nice and twisted for Father, your conversion is guna be sweet!" Andrews lungs cried out, and wave after wave of high crashed over him. When finally he was able to exhale, Poz Pig had him drag from the pipe again, he was helpless. A smile was spreading across his chemed up face, and Andrew felt warm all over. His cunt was grinding into his uncles hands as he collapsed onto Doms chest, he was fucked. "The boys good and messed up now, can't believe you got him to come" A voice sounded off in the distance. "Yeah the little fags been practically eye fucking me for a year, ever since his boy pussy turned 18 I've been dreaming of this day" Dom replied. Andrew held on tightly as his Uncle picked him up, carrying him in his arms his body felt relaxed. Looking around he could see he had the attention of all the men in the old church hall. He stared at all of the cocks he went past, some guys were sucking each other off, passing pipes between them. But the focus was on him. "Please fuck me!" Andrew blurted out, he couldn't help it. His hole was on fire, and he was desperate for anyone to fill it, he knew what it meant. He knew that if anyone fucked him in that room, he would be knocked up, permanently. He didn't care, he just wanted a load, any load. Especially his uncles load, Andrew desperately wanted his Uncles dirty poz load. "Shh boy... Uncle Dom's guna give you his strain soon boy, just gotta wait for Father first" Dom spoke softly, barely whispering. He lay Andrew down on a dirty mattress on the dias, and ran his hands down to Andrews jeans. Rip! The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as Uncle Dom ripped off Andrews jeans and underwear, leaving him naked and exposed on the mattress. Andrew gazed down on his body, his cock was tiny, shriveled. Though he was horny as fuck, there was no way he was guna be fucking anyone. That was the point, Andrew knew that his place as a fag was to take every load he could. Uncle Dom stepped away and Andrew turned his head to approaching footsteps. Father had arrived.

I came out a shockingly long time ago (I'm 56 and was 16 when I came out, it'll be 40 years next May, 2021). When bareback wasn't a thing because it was just called "fucking a hot guy up the ass." Basic Coming Out Stuff (Be a good boy and listen to Daddy OK!?) 1. Be true to yourself. Be honest with yourself about who you are, what you want out of life (to remain single, be partnered, be poly, whatever). Realize that these things WILL change as you get older. I used to be MUCH more of a slut than I am now (before Covid) and I have to accept that I'm not as active as I used to be. This is partly because my interests have changed and partly because my body is different than it was when I was 20. I also didn't discover kinks until I was almost 30. 2. Be open and honest with people who care about you. If someone rejects you because you're queer, don't make time for them in your life. And tell them why you're cutting them out of your life. Then do it. Set limits with difficult people. This can sometimes be a family member and be very painful, but it's necessary for your own sense of self and well being. Create a chosen family around you. I have friends now that have been treasured parts of my life for 25-30 years (my oldest friend and I have known each other since 1977!) and I can't imagine them not being in my life, even if we live far from each other now. 3. If someone rejects you, they may come back and apologize to you later. Let them do this graciously unless they're toxic in other ways (sociopathic, narcissistic). If they're toxic, accept their apology but don't let them back into your life. Again, be firm, set limits. 4. Find someone a bit older (maybe a lot older) who can help mentor you. I wish now that I had had someone to do this for me when I was a young adult. I made some questionable choices (as many young adults do) and knowing someone with more experience might've tempered my rashness and poor decision making. Sex Stuff 1. No one but the people you're fucking need to know your sexual predilections, kinks and preferences. Tell them you're gay, but they don't need details. Particularly family members. They'll figure out quickly enough what your type is when you come home with similar people (looks, age, etc) four times. 2. Run people (especially your family) on a need to know basis. Your parents and other family members have a right NOT to know certain things, like your kinks. Do you really want your Mom picturing you getting pissed on? I love piss play but that was absolutely not necessary (and she's now dead). In other words, your family doesn't need to know you're a barebacker. It's simply not relevant to your relationship with them. If you have a sibling or cousin near your age consider that they don't tell their parents/family about how they like to fuck or what they're into. If they routinely tell this sort of information, they lack boundaries and good sense. 3. If someone rejects you because of your kinks and sexual predilections, they're not worth your time. People WILL do this, and you can't get too worked up about it. It's just not worth it. Say, for example, a hot guy wants to fuck you but you insist on bareback and he says "condoms only." You have a right to make that choice for yourself, as does he. Say goodbye, and let it go. 4. If a family member discovers (or pries into) your kinks and sexual preferences, read them the riot act. You have a right to privacy and as queers our sexuality is what distinguishes us from straight people. BUT straight people don't have a right (even family members) to ask questions like "are you a top or a bottom?" It's NONE of their business. If someone asked me that I would say "which are you?" It'll throw them for a loop. Hope that's helpful. You sounded dejected about people's responses which puzzles me. I thought the responses were useful if short. So I'm going to send this to you in a DM in case you didn't see it here. Much of what I've said here is my experience written down. But I would also encourage you to listen to Dan Savage's podcast "Savage Love," (it's also a column in alternative papers and online at www.thestranger.com). Dan is smart and funny and empathetic and has helped me shape what I think about sex and relationships. Finally, if you think you need help sorting this stuff out, find a queer positive/sex positive therapist! Therapy is the BEST THING I ever did for myself, hands down! (This is a useful resource for finding a therapist: [think before following links] https://www.aasect.org/referral-directory)

CHAPTER 7 Glen led the way back inside turning to his left immediately taking two steps then turning to face me as I entered. I took one step heading to my seat when he reached out touching my arm. I stopped. He took a few small steps backward pulling me with him. He finally must have felt a heel hitting the tile stopping his backward movement. He knelt immediately still pulling me in his direction until I was directly in front of him. He looked up at me and smiled as his head moved forward until he sensed where his mouth was. He lowered his head a little as he opened his mouth swallowing the head of my dick and then moved his mouth upward swallowing the entire length of my cock until his nose was pressed into my black pubic hairs. I shivered from excitement, his physical touch, and the danger of being caught. He moved his hands to my hips and gripped me lightly to steady himself. He began swirling my cock around in his mouth. I responded by growing almost instantly to full erection. Without hesitating, Glen began withdrawing and inserting my cock in his mouth varying his speed but never stopping. More and more he slid my cock in and out of his mouth. My head was spinning. I had never felt such physical arousal and sensation. Glen had increased his sucking rhythm again. Now, with each in and out, I felt my balls beginning to climb higher in my sac and the urge to shoot my load of cum. I knew the sensation of cumming and the tell-tale signs--I just had never shot my load in this fashion. As if a switch had been flipped, I placed my hands gently on Glen's head and began to stroke my cock in and out of his mouth. Glen complied with my urgency and moaned his acceptance. Faster and faster I began my piston action. We both were in sync and knew what was going to happen. My breathing became harder partly from the steam but I knew more from the sexual excitement and arousal that I was feeling. My hips needed no training; they knew exactly what to do: pull back so far and push forward so far. It was an automatic reflex for this beginner. Then, that deep down to my toes feeling overcame my entire body. The energy exploded upwards and with a final thrust of my cock I buried it as deeply in Glen's mouth as I could. I was racked with great shudders of arousal as the sexual pressure built in me as if a huge volcano was about to explode. The magma of my thick white goo continued to be stirred by the slapping of my balls against Glen's chin. I upped my tempo increasing the pressure on my balls to shatter the safety valve on them. I now needed this volcano to explode releasing the cum out from its deep hiding place. Once more I pulled my cock back out of Glen's mouth for a momentary reprieve then thrust it fully in his mouth holding it there as finally the explosion took place. Without ever needing to measure, I knew I had produced the largest of all cum loads in my life. I felt the race up through my body compacted in that interstate of tubing that connected my balls to my cock. This globule of white goo almost hurt as it flowed through me at light speed. When this blob of white DNA goo hit my cock I reflexively moaned loudly. I had gripped Glen's head with both my hands as if they were a vise. He mimicked me by holding my hips in the same grip. A paroxysm of eruption hit the piss hole of my cock splattering the white glue-like molten matter all over the throat of Glen who took up my moan in a baritone pitch that vibrated through my fully inserted cock. I shuddered heavily. I stood and Glen knelt as my now straining cock bombarded his throat as my balls made their final climb to their maximum upward crawl spewing out their contents for additional barrages of my nectar. He held me tight as I did him. Each of us determined to fulfill our roles. My mind was too numb to count the bombardment but Glen told me later I had blasted him with at least nine thickly rounds of cum before slacking off in volume. He also told me later that he was stunned at the volume and number of shots fired by me but was determined he was not going to lose any of them. When the last volley had been fired, we steadied ourselves breathing heavily as if we had just been in hand-to-hand combat and won. My head was swimming requiring my hands to remain on Glen's head. Our heavy breathing began to slow. The steam had continued to hiss in through the vents. I looked down at Glen as he looked up at me. For my part, I mentally recorded that what I had heard at school was right and smiled. Glen gently began pressing his lips tightly around my now deflated cock and slowly pulled his mouth backwards off my cock draining whatever vestiges of my cum remained in my piss tube. When he reached the head of my cock, he stopped momentarily, then, ceremoniously pulled completely off me. Glen glanced up and rose to full height standing over me by about three inches or so. I looked up and into his eyes as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms about his neck. We looked at each other for only a split second until without prompting we both tilted our heads, leaned forward pressing our lips together, and closed our eyes as our mouths opened in a passionate kiss. Glen's tongue commanded entry. I obeyed. Glen invaded my mouth with his tongue as I had invaded his with my cock. I soon felt a flood of liquid pouring from him into me. My eyes popped open frantically searching his open eyes asking without words what was happening as he kept our lips firmly sealed as he continued to drain this fluid into me. Seconds required my brain to realize that this was the liquified remnants of my sperm that I had only a short time before deposited in his mouth. My eyes lit up in comprehension and once more we closed our eyes swapping this fluid between us until at last there was little left. We stood there embracing, then, opened our eyes and slowly pulled apart. "I've never done that before," I said quietly. "It was hot." "I hope you don't have any plans. I would love to take you home with me for a repeat and more if you would want." "I've got a room upstairs if. . . . " I began. "No. Non-guests aren't allowed upstairs," Glen said. "Once with you just isn't enough." "Let's go, then," I said.

New Year's Day 2020. I'm horny as fuck. Have 3 loads in me from my overnighter with a poz FWB. I'm on line and get hit up by a 32 year old bi black guy who is pissed off at his GF, cuz' she got hammered NYE - and passed out on his blue-balls ass. LOL.... New Year's day she is hung as hell and won't let him near her. ..... He says he REALLY wants to get off. He mentioned that he sees I get tested regularly and I'm on PrEP. He also mentions that he has an older/younger interest... then sends a pic. He looks big and hot. I invite him over and say 'we can talk'. He is horny and so am I so, so he arrives shortly. Handsome young black guy. Quiet. Smiles a lot. He clearly wants to get off. He is still pissed at his GF and I figure I can start his new year off with a hot bang!! We go upstairs. I suck him and edge him a few times and he is using my spit on my hole to open me up. I'm ass up on the bed waiting to feel this big 9" uncut cock slide into my hole when I hear the tear of the wrapper. Fuck. I remind him I've got paperwork for recent tests and I'm on PrEP and actually prefer it raw. He mutter something about GF and we fuck nice and slow for a few minutes. I pretend that his big cock is raw and I get off on feeling his balls slowly slap against my balls with each slow, deep thrust. He says he can feel my previous loads from earlier still sloshing around his rubber wrapped dick, but complains that it is just slippery with the rubber. Almost a sigh. I start talking dirty to him and egging him on each time he thrusts in and out to the edge and we hear a squelch or a juicy pop. We both know he isn't getting the real 'feeling'. He pulls out, mutters something else about GF under his breath, slaps his uncut cock head on my hole a few times then sinks into me balls deep and just holds it. And flexes it. So much for wrapped. I could tell he had pulled off the rubber. He started pumping into me slow again. He was ooing and aahing with each slow stroke. He said he didn't want to blow too soon, as he was hugely turned on. He said fucking a muscular asshole full of cum was 200% better than anything he got from a chick. I certainly agreed. And I also told him to blow as soon as he would like. I planned to keep him hard enough for a second load before I let him leave. I just kept talking dirty to him about his cock stretching my raw hole and was he going to shoot his big load deep in my hole? or pull out and shoot all over the outside? And I kept talking to him on and on and telling him to slow fuck me and breed me. I worked into the dirty talk that we were just new FB's and I was already willing to suck his big cock and take his load bare in my tight hole and she wouldn't let him touch her. And that I liked his big cock deep in my hole. And he got a little more noisy and frantic. I told him to seed my hole and breed me. Do it! Do it!!!!! He went over the edge and unloaded a massive amount of cum inside me. I could feel it filling me up. Massive amount. I could feel him flexing his head inside me while he pumped in and out gently. I could feel it getting more slippery with each slow thrust. He didn't make a sound. It was wild. And he stopped. He just collapsed across my back and was working on getting his breathing under control. He hadn't moved in a few minutes and I was worried he was going to get 'goofy' about taking his rubber off and get weird. I need not have worried though, as it appears "Mike" had changed his mind about topping a hole raw. I suddenly felt his flexing again inside of me. I squeezed back and he groaned. He flexed. I squeezed. He said he couldn't believe we were able to 'feel one another'. I commented that with a rubber, he likely wouldn't get the same effect. He agreed. He pulled out of my ass and I felt cool air around my open hole. It had to be gaping with that big thick tool pumping in and out of it. The breeze said a lot about how stretched out I must have been. He was fascinated by my leaking hole. He started using his thumb to push the leaking loads back inside. I had my eyes closed and was enjoying the feeling when I felt a shift and his rock hard head slapped my hole again. He was now using his hard cock to push any leaking cum back into my pucker. Then he slapped my hole a few times with his dick again and just slowly pushed right into his shaved pubes in one long push. He held for a second to get his balance and proceeded to give me what I like to call a "VHF"... a vicious hate fuck. LOL. A term my buddies and I used over the years to describe hard, raw fucking. You try and kill one another by fucking VERY hard. Grin. He pounded my ass. He had me huffing poppers and slamming his cock into my hole. He pulled out twice and fed me cum covered uncut foreskin fresh from my ass. So yes, my younger friend got totally into fucking raw without being asked twice. He bred me a second time and said he had to blow and go. But he asked if we could do this again. He wanted to try some more hard fucking and experimentation with someone else to guide him. Fuck ya!! I'm definitely in for that tutorial. LOL. Turns out he lives about 20 minutes down the road from me. We exchanged info and he is planning to drop over next Tuesday night for round 2. I asked him if we were going to fuck raw next visit. He smiled and said... "Not a chance. I don't know if I could ever fuck with a condom again". I explained that my hole(s) were available if we both happen to be online at the same time. That made him even more excited. It turned my crank to know he enjoyed fucking a guy's ass raw more.... chalk one up for the gay guys! LOL. Cheers

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Ah yes. Peto Coast. How could I forget my fellow Dutchman!

Luv it from the tap. My first time I was blowing a hot German guy in the back room in a bar in Hamburg. He shot a nice load in my mouth that I eagerly swallowed. I kept sucking his softening cock when he put his hands behind my head pushing me onto his crotch then I felt a warm flow flooding my mouth. It was hot and salty and I swallowed every drop. I didn't have time to think about it. It tasted like salty warm beer. I loved it.

I enjoy drinking from the tap. Especially when their cock is long and goes straight down my throat and aims their piss straight into my stomach. Only taste it when they pull out.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

Just a moment ago. I ordered a sausage calzone and some garlic knots from the place downstairs. I'm pretty well known at this point so the buzzer rang before I'd even reached over to get my wallet. I didn't bother even putting on shorts to answer the door and was surprised to see two big tall thick Serbian mounds of men standing there. "Slow day?" I asked the guy I knew. "Yes. Very." Was all he said in a thick eastern European accent and a smile spread across his baby face. They came in and stripped down. The guy I knew bent me over the couch, spit twice, and rammed in. It hurt like hell but I have learned this man will not ease up until he is done so the pain will go away quickly if I just relaxed. He fucked me in fast, long strocks that slapped against my ass and bottomed out every time. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!! Luckily, it only lasted about ten minutes before he started saying his usual: "Is good. Is so good. Fuck yes. You are so good to my cock!" Getting louder and louder until he roared like a lion and fired inside me. He then pulled out and said something in his native language to his friend who stepped behind me and rammed in to the hilt in one stroke, causing me to yell in pain. His dick was really fucking long and he just let it sit there for a few seconds before he started fucking me slowly. He didn't last too long before he grunted deep in his throat and his dick pulsed and shot his load in me to mix with his friend's. He pulled out and by the time I turned around, they were half dressed. I handed them their money (with a 20 percent tip and not a penny more) and the one I knew smiled, said thank you, and they saw themselves out. As I can see from what I'm pushing out of my hole, they had two gigantic loads. I'm going to spread a generous amount on this calzone and have a nice lunch before heading to work.