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** While this story may sound realistic, I assure the reader that it is fiction. ** As regular readers know, I am a total slut who loves to get a room in a seedy motel and take anonymous loads from strangers. Of course, COVID put a major crimp in that fetish, but I've been able to resume somewhat, having had four encounters since the beginning of May. This is the story of my most recent. To help release some of the pent-up slut energy I've been nursing since March 2020, I decided that rather than just an afternoon, like I normally do, I would take an entire day off and spend it taking random loads. On the appointed day, I headed out of the house but instead of driving to the office, I drove to a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, near the highway. I always find that a motel with easy access from a highway exit helps increase my success. I arrived at the motel a little after 7:30 am, and while the desk clerk gave me an odd look when I asked for a room, he was happy to take my money. Key card secured, I headed for the room. I have used this motel a few times before. While it's convenient to the highway, one of the drawbacks is that it's a chain motel and therefore is 'family oriented' - short for there's no porn on the TV. Porn and poppers are a fun way to spend the time in between visitors. Still, I like it because it's relatively clean, and more importantly, the room doors all open to the outside so no one has to walk through a lobby. For a few days before I had been posting on sites like Doublelist and BBRT announcing that I would be available, so I had a ready group of guys to whom I could send the room number while I prepped. I went into the bathroom and douched. I had not eaten at all the previous day so I would stay nice and clean. Properly prepared, I taped the door latch in the open position, switched off the main light so only a faint glow came from the bathroom, and got on the bed. Laying on my stomach, I perused the apps. I updated Grindr and Sniffies to indicate that I was available, and checked my burner email account. As I had hoped, the pings began, and in short order I had sent the room number to even more men. I figured it was only a matter of time before the first guy walked in, so I grabbed my blindfold and positioned it over my forehead, ready to be pulled down at a moment's notice. I was glad I had - in less than a minute the door opened and in came the first of what I hoped would be many today! I pulled down the blindfold and got up on all fours with my ass pointed at the foot of the bed, but he pushed me back onto my stomach. I hit my brown bottle as I heard him undress, then the click of the lube bottle cap. In no time he was on top of me, his hard cock sliding into me like a heat-seeking missile. I could smell his aftershave and was sure this was someone dumping his load on his way to work. As I felt his cock spasm in my hole, the door opened and someone else walked in. The first guy quickly departed as I felt a set of hands caressing my ass - then another. Two tops! One positioned himself on the bed, directing my mouth to his cock. It was thick but not long, so while at first I had trouble wrapping my mouth around it, I was unable to deep throat him. Still, he tasted clean with just a slight hint of salt. While this was going on, the other pulled me up onto my hands and knees and explored my freshly creamed hole first with his fingers, then his tongue. It was at this point that the door opened again and I heard a voice. "Sorry we're late," he said. "Traffic." "Shhhhhh," the guy working my hole responded. From that point, no one said a word. 'We're late,' the newcomer had said. How many had come in? It took at least two to make 'we'. Could it have been more? It was still early in the day, and already I was on my way to breaking my previous record - a paltry nine loads in four hours. Soon the tongue and fingers were replaced by a cock. He slid into me easily but filled me completely. My walls stretched around him as he began pumping in and out. Soon I heard him gasp as his cock danced in my hole, giving me my second load of the day. The guy in my mouth hopped off the bed and took his place. No one replaced him in my mouth. In less than a minute he grabbed my hips and held still as he pumped load number three into my guts. Spent, he slid out and brought his now-flaccid cock around to my mouth. I greedily sucked the cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing, sweet and creamy. More pressure on my hole told me one of the new arrivals was about to take his turn. He felt huge as my hole opened up to let him in, but he slid in effortlessly. He began taking long, slow strokes as someone else climbed onto the bed to feed me his cock. Then I felt the bed move again as someone got on it from the other side. There were at least three! In no time, I was alternately sucking the two cocks offered to me while the third continued to slide in and out of my hole. I was in heaven! The brown bottle made regular trips to my nose as I serviced these three men. At last the first one quickened his pace, and I felt him release a gush of cum deep inside me. The other two got off the bed and to my surprise, began alternately slamming their cocks into my well used hole! They took turns, each one slamming home before withdrawing to give the other access. They were both as well-hung as the previous guy, and they were hitting my prostate in such a way that I wasn't sure how long I could take the assault. The precum streamed from my cock as they massaged my prostate over and over. Just when I thought I might have to tap out, one grabbed my hips and power-fucked his load into me. He withdrew and fed me his cock so I could taste the cum on it. I savored it as the third took his place behind me and rammed home. In a few short strokes, he was giving me his load. Like his friend, he too fed me his cock to clean off. I had no idea what time it was, but I had no doubt that an hour had not yet elapsed and here I was with six loads in me already! I felt a little woozy from all the pounding (and the poppers), and shifted forward so I could again lay on my stomach as the three guys went out the door. I needed a short rest and to check my phone before the next guy showed up. "Not so fast," another voice said. Wait, had a fourth top arrived with the other three, or had someone else come in while they were fucking me? I had no idea and anyway, it didn't matter. I was there to service all comers. I resumed my position on my hands and knees, waiting to take yet another cock on my way to breaking my record. "You're gonna feel this," he whispered, and I again felt pressure on my hole. I heard the click of the lube cap and the cool drizzle of the liquid as it oozed down my crack and onto the head of his cock. He was MASSIVE. I had never had a cock this big inside me before, I could tell. I reached back to feel him and felt as though I was grabbing someone's forearm. Was he going to fist me? But no, I felt both his hands on my hips as this gigantic cock penetrated me, stretching my hole and rectum to dimensions they had never been stretched before. It hurt with a burning, searing pain but I was determined to take that cock. I took mighty huffs from my brown bottle, gritted my teeth, and thrust back to meet him. I felt a burning pain as my poor asshole struggled to accommodate such a huge piece of man meat. I kept hitting the brown bottle to loosen myself up. Thankfully he was gentle, easing out and then slowly sliding back in as I got accustomed to his size. Gradually I did loosen up, and he began to go faster. My mind's eye pictured the gape I would have when this stranger was done with me as his pace picked up more and he plowed me relentlessly. At last he let out a low, animal moan as he unleashed his cum deeper than any man before. He pushed me forward and I lay on my stomach on the bed, his giant cock still embedded in my ass. He lay on top of me with his mouth close to my ear. "The last six guys who fucked you," he said, "were all poz. None of us is on meds. Hope you enjoyed it." I froze. My vision went blurry and I was unable to hear anything. I rarely if ever ask a guy's status before he fucks me bareback. I accept the risk that some of the guys who fuck me might be poz, but I had never envisioned this kind of scenario. Six well-hung poz tops using me in quick succession. If the first five hadn't torn me open, the last sure as hell had. Surely it had to take. I was knocked up. By the time I regained my senses, the last guy was out the door and I heard a car - presumably theirs - driving away. I lay there on the bed trying to digest what had happened, and what the implications might be. After a few minutes the door opened, and another top guy walked in. As though on autopilot, I got back up on my hands and knees as he undressed. I felt a finger slide inside me, then two. "Wow," he whispered. "That's some gape." Then his fingers were in my mouth, feeding me the cum out of my ass - the mostly poz cum. Six out of seven guys, that's what, about 85 percent? But I surprised myself. I sucked greedily on his fingers, cleaning off every bit of that cum as he climbed on the bed. His already-hard cock slid into me. He steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders, and proceeded to pump my eighth load of the day into my destroyed hole. He dressed and left without another word. Now that I was past the initial shock, I found myself craving more cocks and more cum inside me. The rest of the day was just that. Men came and went, adding their loads to the poz ones brewing inside me. I didn't know anyone else's status, and I didn't care. I felt free. And of course, no one asked me my status, or if I had a toxic brew inside me before sticking their raw cock in my hole. It was my little secret. By the time I finally got dressed around 5:00 pm, it had been nine hours and I had been fucked by 23 men, a new personal best. I went home, plugged my hole, then showered and took a well-deserved nap.

Is it just me or is the younger generations just kinda...lame? I mean I think the way they are rebelling is by basically want nice little suburban lives with their husband and 2.5 dogs and nothing more out of the norm than a hush-hush trip to IML or something where they wander around watching stuff happen and collecting stories for their next dinner party. Apparently they're all wanting to be Nancy Reagan now. Do you know, I actually have seen them on multiple occasions LOOKING through a glory hole to see who's on the other side? Way to completely defeat the purpose there! You do understand that anonymous barebacking is your birthright as a homo, right? Hell even the NY DPH says that in this time of Covid were should be having more anonymous gloryhole sex, not less. Or maybe I'm just old and unattractive now. Dog knows I never appealed to the pretty boy set who don't hit the baths to get laid so much as to stand around and conspicuously shoot guys down as some kind of Mean Girls kink. It sucks because to the extent I was desirable in my 20s I was happy to get with men twice my age or more. Hell, they could be some of the best sex I had (case in point the 50-something Chicago leather daddy who gave me my first fist). Seriously though, when did sex become about who you exclude? That's what the straights do with their monogamy crap. Sex for us is all about who you include, with as wide a variety from as many different ages, races, body types, experience levels, kinks, backgrounds, etc. That's what will make you an interesting, experienced and well rounded lover. Sex within the small circle of your "type" just makes you boring. Since when did we have to approach consent as if we're all fucking females looking for an excuse to call a lawyer? Non-verbal consent (through eye contact and gesture, through a touch, a brush, that tentative finger on the hole, through fucking dropping your pants and bending over and waving your ass as you finger lube into your hole; through grabbing at your crotch, outlining your bulge, pulling out your dick and stroking as you stare...all of these non verbally express interest in the context of a backroom, bath, ABS, cruisy park or restroom, etc. And yet, apparently these days we don't even approach a stranger in a dark room but only use it as a place to go in with the guy we already know. And how the hell are these kids handed PrEP and PEP and U=U on a silver goddamn platter and somehow seem LESS likely to bareback then the men I met 20-25 years ago? I'm quite pleased that I started barebacking routinely prior to the discovery of the cocktails. I was taking anonymous loads in my ass before there was effective treatment, knowing the risks. I love what that says about my sense of priorities when I was in my 20s. What's the priority of kids in their 20s today? I dunno, a new Google phone? Getting a thousand followers on Instagram? Figuring out how to carry on a conversation in the real world? (That's obviously not a priority) It's kind of revealing that the one big new kink that's taken hold since 2000 is the pup thing. Now, I love the workmanship. I love the inventiveness. I love the playfulness. But I can't help but wonder if a big reason it's popular is that you get to hide your face in public and (in many cases) aren't allowed to talk to people except from barks, wags, and growls. Now it's not everyone. There are some awesome pigs in the 20- and 30- something set. They are my hope for the future of gay men. But they seem few and far between. They certainly aren't the role models they should be. For fuck's sake Pete Buttigieg is apparently who the next generation wants to be, Dog help us all. When the fuck did we look at suburban life in Tulsa or Kokomo and decide, "You know? That looks pretty damn good!" Safety and Boredom is apparently the life we want now.

The sexy hipster, part 1 Matt was getting fucked regularly by the “safe sex top” and his cousin – sometimes a threesome, sometimes one on one, a couple times the cousin brought a friend. Matt was getting bred by them every fuck. The guys would say things to Matt like, “I wish more hot sluts would take our cocks bare,” and “You’re such a hot cumdump.” Matt loved getting fucked by these guys. He really enjoyed the sex. What he didn’t understand was why the “safe sex top” kept turning him down for dinners, coffees, movies, etc. If was clear the guy loved fucking him and cumming in his holes, but the top was just not going to date Matt. Matt was hurt, but not devastated. He knew he was cute and sexy – the guys told him so almost every time they fucked him. Matt got back on AOL. He decided to focus on a guy who would meet him for a date – not sex; not cyber sex; not phone sex – a regular date. BAM! Within two days, Matt and this guy, John, were talking on the phone and arranging to meet at a bar in John’s neighborhood. John lives in a hipster ‘hood with trendy, cheap places to shop, lots of indie coffee houses, and cheap food and drinks. John is sexy. His body is tight and he is about 5’9”, 130 lbs, black hair and blue eyes. So pretty that Matt is really excited for the date. John and Matt meet at the bar. They have a couple drinks and really hit it off. Matt is kinda staring at John’s model gorgeous face while they talk. John is touching Matt’s leg and arm. Matt doesn’t want the night to end. John doesn’t either and he invites Matt back to his place. John lives in a really cool, exposed brick loft with an open floor plan. Matt tells John that his place is very sexy, just like him. John leans in and kisses Matt. John and Matt are making out in the kitchen, their clothes are coming off. Matt sees John’s tight body and abs as John stands before him in his boxers. Matt, in his briefs, sinks to his knees, kisses John’s abs, licks them, and goes for John’s thick cock jutting his boxers. John stops Matt, takes his hand, and guides Matt to the bedroom. John lays on the bed, his cock pops through the boxer opening and Matt bends over and takes it in his mouth. Matt sucks the head. John moans. Matt sucks the girthy 7” cock and is liking the feeling as the cockhead hits the back of his throat. Matt gives John head for awhile – probably about 10 minutes – and John is loving it. John pulls Matt up the bed and makes out with him. John takes off his boxers. John pulls off Matt’s briefs. John says, “I have to fuck you. You are so sexy.” Matt is under John, his legs spread and John between his legs, cock pressing on his hole, “Matt says fuck me.” John reaches over, grabs so lube and a condom; sheathes his John, rubs lube on his cock and fingers some into Matt’s hole. Matt is so happy John is about to fuck him, but he’s been getting fucked bareback so much Matt’s afraid he won’t enjoy sex with a condom. John pushes his head inside Matt. Matt grunts, but he has been getting fucked a lot recently, so Matt’s anal ring gives way to John’s cock. John slides in Matt a couple inches. Matt winces now and bites his lip. John sees this, kisses Matt, and says, “Tell me when you are ready for more.” Matt relaxes and a minute later John is balls deep in Matt. Matt moans when John’s cock hits his prostate. John and Matt fuck missionary at first, then doggie which is so amazing for Matt, then Matt’s chest on the bed/ass in the air, then Matt pressed on the bed. Matt is a bit uncomfortable in some positions because he can feel the condom more. But mostly Matt is moaning like a bitch. This fucking has been going on for 15 minutes or more. John is saying dirty things to Matt about how good his ass feels. Matt loves this fuck. Then as John’s cock hits Matt’s insides again, Matt realizes that he has to pee. He is kinda embarrassed and doesn’t want the fucking to stop. But the sensation is too much and Matt is now afraid that he will pee on John’s bed. Matt tells John he has to pee, apologizes, kisses John, hops out of bed and goes to the bathroom. In the bed, John is flipped over on his back and stroking his cock which is getting soft. He doesn’t want Matt to think he isn’t into him or doesn’t find him sexy or is annoyed, so John pulls off the condom. John keeps stroking his cock, grabs another condom from the nightstand, puts in the bed, uses some lube to stroke himself. Matt uses his time in the bathroom to make sure he is clean, looking sexy, and takes that needed piss. Matt comes back to the bedroom. He sees John stroking his bare cock. Matt is pleasantly surprised. He gets back on the bed, straddles John, kisses him and apologizes for needing to use the bathroom. John says its no big deal. Matt takes John’s cock, lines it up with his used hole, and slides down on the bare cock. John looks up at Matt, surprised. He says, “My cock is in your ass bareback.” Matt says, “I know.” John doesn’t move to stop Matt riding his bare cock. This feels so good for John. John says, “This feels so good.” Matt rides John’s cock up and down slowly, letting John get used to the feeling of his ass without a condom. John is moaning and stifling grunts. Matt is working his dick so well. John pulls Matt off him, tells him to get in doggie position, and gets behind Matt. It’s now that Matt sees the unopened condom in front of him and realized that John didn’t intend to be fucking him raw. John slides his raw cock all the way into Matt. He is fucking Matt hard now. Matt has one hand on the wall, the other stroking his cock. He’s moaning and looking at the unopened condom beneath him. John is roughly fucking Matt and says he is close. Matt pushes his ass back and says me too. John says, “Do you want me to cum inside you?” Matt says, “Yes cum in me.” John grabs Matt’s hips. Slams his cock into Matt and Matt can feel the wetness inside him as the cum is shot all over his unprotected ass. Matt’s eyes fall back on the unopened condom as he smiles. Matt grunts, strokes his cock and cums on John’s bed, the unopened condom, and his hand. John and Matt cuddle for awhile after sex. John is concerned about the bareback sex. Matt reassures John that he got tested recently and that it was negative. After the cuddling and conversation, Matt and John fuck again. John cums deeply in Matt’s ass without asking as Matt is bent over John’s bed.

Just Time for a Quickie After wandering around for way too long, I was about ready to leave. I still had to get home, grab some money and hit the dispensary for a fill up. As I was heading down the hallway to the stairs, I saw RJ at the far end, coming down from the third floor. I slapped his ass as we met before nudging him into the second floor showers. One side was an open shower area with shower heads along the wall and two columns in the middle that had four shower heads each. The other side had a few urinals and a couple stalls along with several sinks. "Lookin to cool off?" RJ said with a grin. "Nah, I gotta make this quick and I know how you like to show off" I replied, guiding him to one of the columns. The whole shower area was made for fucking with waist high grab rails for a greedy bottom to hang on to. That's exactly what RJ did before spreading his legs and pushing his ass back and wiggling it. I gave each side of his butt a hard slap before kneeling down and spreading his cheeks apart. With one hand stroking my cock back to full hardness, the other kept the crack open for my face. My tongue forced some spit into his hole but this was going to be a fast rimjob. Only a couple minutes of tongue fucking lapsed before my dick was aching to get back into a warm neg hole. It didn't matter that I knew that my viral cum was going to be wasted on his prep'd body, he was just that good of a no-strings-attached fuck buddy. Licking up his back, I stood up and dragged my stiff cock between the crevice. Looking around, it seemed that we were attracting a small crowd. Most stood back against the walls, but a couple were on either side, about 10 feet away. That was as close as I liked guys to get unless they were part of the fucking. The guy to the left was a bearded guy, about 40, with a belly that would alternate between closed eyes and watching us intently. He slowly stroked his smallish cock while pinching his nips with his free hand. The guy to the right was an early 20's skinny, nerdy guy with a mop of dark red hair that hung over his eyes. There was a patch of hair between his pecs and a trail from his navel down to his thick bush and a nicely sized thin cock. His legs were covered in more dark red hair and I guessed his ass was too. His gaze never left us and he kept muttering "fuck" over and over. RJ gasped and then growled as I drove my cock into his hole. It seemed pretty dry and I doubt there was any lube in there other than the little bit of spit I'd given him moments earlier. On the second shove, I bottomed out, with my balls slapping into his. It garnered a drawn out, louder "fuck!" from the nerdy guy. Grabbing each side of RJ's hips, my hips started to roll. From there, I just kept building up speed and length of my stroke until I was pounding into his hungry ass. RJ's growls turned to moans and I moved my hands to his shoulders to get better leverage. He gave a quick squeeze to my cock with his ass and that got my balls' attention. I slammed in and let out a grunt before pulling back and slamming in again. Three more times and my cock was spewing hot cum into RJ's guts. Spurt after spurt made his hole nice and sloppy as only a good breeding can do. Between the visuals and my growling as I came, several of the onlookers followed suit, shooting their loads on to the floor. I watched the nerdy guy give one more stroke as he shot on to the floor too. "That shouldn't be wasted. There's lots of needy guys that would love to swallow or get bred with that" I said to him with a smirk. The embarrassment of getting caught showed in his face and all he could mutter was "Sorry... sir." I looked back left and the older guy was gone and most of the rest of the guys either left or showered the cum off. I pulled RJ up vertical so his back was against my chest and whispered "Thanks, I needed that." My cock slipped from his ass as I flipped the shower on and the pair of us rinsed off. "Thank YOU" RJ said as he walked over to the towel rack and dried off. He slipped out the door while I finished drying off and I chuckled to myself "he likes to keep it casual, just like me." I went down to the locker room to get changed and noticed I had a few messages on my phone. Two were from RJ - "At baths" and "where r u?" A couple were from guys on a cruising app I had left open with "hot prof", "lookin?" and "woof" but the last one was more interesting. It was from the nerdy guy and he had found my profile. "Was fuckin hot watchin u bred that guy" was his first message and the second one had his phone number. I got a screen shot and headed back home, hoping I could make it to the dispensary in time to score some weed.

I got hit up on Grindr one night this week by an old fuckbuddy. We have fucked for years off and on. He's a 30-something DL black guy. I pissed him off a few months ago when I told him I was not going over to his filthy apartment again; it's seriously a mess, and he keeps it almost pitch dark when I am over. Apparently, he's over it because he wants to load up my ass. I beg off until Friday because I need to be up early. He agrees. Last night, he hits me up. I told him I needed to clean out. He said to message when I was ready. I did so. He put me off for a while ("his girl" was on the phone), but he came on over. We got naked and into bed. He was very touchy-feely, and we made out a while. Eventually, he rolled me over and asked for the lube. He fingered my ass with one hand and stroked himself hard with the other. He insisted on putting me in a weird position where he struggled to get it in me. Once he did he slid home all at once. He has about 7.5" but only average thickness, so it went in easily. He pumped hard and steady for several minutes until he shot a big load inside me. It wasn't an artful fuck, but it got the job done.

After enduring "no fuck Friday" at the bath the night before I went back again last night. I hopped in the sling when I got there and was promptly bred by an older guy which of me going good. Next I hookup with a black Twink in the TV area, we sucked each other and I asked if he wanted to fuck me he did but said he didn't have a room, so I started alternating between riding him and sucking him. I don't think he bred me, but there was a lot of cum on his dick several of the times I cleaned him off. Next I saw a regular cumdump that I've hookup with many times walk by fully clothed and go to a room, I swung back by his room a few minutes later and ask if he was ready to get fucked, he got up on his hands and knees and I need him doggy style. Based on how loose and wet his hole was I would say he had already been seeded. After that things slowed down for a while, both slings were taken over by blindfolded sling lizards that weren't getting any action, even though there was some fucking going on around the club I stuck my dick in a couple of holes, got a nice long fuck with from a big dicked guy who wasn't ready to cum yet in the cell. I eventually started sucking a guy through the bars of the cell who started reaching for my hole so I begged him to fuck me. He came around to the other end and fucked me for a long time, when he started breathing and grunting hard I started begging for his load. I could feel his cock pulsing in me for what felt like several minutes, and asked to let me suck him clean when he pulled out, which he happily obliged. By this point I was tired and needed to find a bottom to load before I went home, which is not always an easy task in Portland. The sling lizards had both disappeared, and they were cleaning my cumdump buddies room. After a couple of circuits I came upon a couple of guys fucking in one of the play areas just as the top pulled out because he wasn't ready to run yet and ask the young bottom if wanted more. He quickly bent back over, and I fucked him for few minutes before I warned him I was really close, and had him beg for my load, so I need him. This morning I rolled over to find the back of my boxers completely soaked with cum that had leaked out while I was sleeping. I'm not sure if I got more than two loads since the last load I took felt like it was huge.

So, I had a busy Friday in getting loads from my bull. It started early Friday morning when he got off duty at 0:00. He hit me up on Snapchat with a picture of his dick in his patrol car. He said he needed to unload badly. So, I told him I was my garage and gave him the address, and told him my ass was up. He was rather quick, I am thinking he was a few blocks away. He hand cuffs me and just rapes my ass. Fuck he was horny, he dropped three loads into me and cleaned his dick up after. Later that day, I get another snap from him. He said him and his buddy was looking for more. I've been with his buddy before, he usually loves breeding me after he paid a visit. Again, I told them, door is unlocked and ass is up. Both breed me like the whore I am. That evening his buddy came back and shot one more load into me.

This afternoon I spent 5 hours at Midtowne Spa LA. Crowd was a bit light, I think people are starting to worry about the Delta surge. They require proof of vaccination to get in and masks in the public areas, so I decided to give it a shot. After 4 and a half hours, I had been fucked by 4 guys, 3 loads and probably sucked off a dozen guys at various glory holes. Not a record by any measure, but a couple of the anon cocks I took ass up were decent fucks. Still, a bit disappointed. Got dressed in my shorts and T'shirt and as is my usual want to do, did one more circuit of the various dark rooms before leaving. In the basement, I saw a young kid, cute, nice cock, curly hair, college baby bear who looked familiar. I went up to him and dropped my mask and started making out and feeling him up. From behind, in a dark cubicle with no door, I felt a hand softly stroking my ass and playing with my hole through my shorts. I turned, thinking I'd ask him to back off when I reached down and felt one of the largest, thickest black cocks I've ever experienced. Incredibly thick. And the guy was an in shape dad with beautiful nipples and a rugged handsome face, at least what I could see with his mask on. I quickly abandoned college boy and focused on my new best friend. After mutual nipple play, I turned, pulled my shorts down, reached into my bag and lubed up and presented my hole. He gently but firmly slid in. Its a bit trite to say I saw stars for a minute, but he really took me to that place of pain and pleasure. He pulled out for more lube and the second time it was better and got even better as he began to piston me. He fucked me a good 10 minutes, me just standing there like a cheap whore bent over with hands on knees and shorts puddling on the floor. For those of you who know Midtowne, there is now a big mattress downstairs where the porn viewing used to be. After fucking me standing up, my top motioned for us to go to the mattress, which was just a couple feet away from where he had been pumping me. I took off my shorts and underwear completely and got on the bed as up all fours. He fucked me relentlessly, but by now it was full pleasure. Every once in a while he would pull out and finger my hole, which was quickly beginning to gap and turn out like a pussy. Then he would ram back in. He started to methodically slap my ass as he repeatedly penetrated my sloppy gaping hole. The slapping began to draw a crowd from the glory hole booths downstairs and pretty soon there were two other guys, ass up, next to me, just begging my top to give them a taste. Plus at least 10 other guys just watching. My top started to alternate holes between me and the other two, but always coming back to me for the longest. I started to wonder about what was inside those other two cunts that was now being stuffed up inside my hole, but decided whatever it was, it was worth what was turning out to be one of the hottest breedings of my life. The other two bottoms never really got used to his girth and were whining the whole time he was pumping them. Finally, he refocused on my hole alone and started the inevitable long dicking that I knew would result in being seeded. And so I was. Truly, my hole was so gaped that I had no control when he pulled out and a stream of cum just leaked out of my hole onto the mattress. I stood up, kissed him, had him put his number in my phone and we are now making plans to meet again next week. He told me its rare that someone can handle his cock, let alone so long as I did. And to think I was dressed, on my way home and almost missed him.

Denial is a powerful thing. Denial can blind you to facts and make it easier to lie to yourself. Denial can protect you from harm. Denial can make you stronger… and weaker. And denial can hone desire. The first time I saw Kurt it was Tuesday, April 25th and he was fucking a guy at the bar. I remember the date because of “Miss Congeniality”. I also remember it because I had agreed to meet there for a first date with a guy I met on Grindr. Naturally he never showed up. Go figure. Technically Kurt wasn’t fucking the guy “at the bar” but in the bathroom. At the trough urinal to be precise. After drinking three beers while waiting for Mr. No-Show, I needed to relieve myself… and there he was. Nailing some twink while they were standing at one side of the trough. The twink was braced up against the wall and Kurt had his hands on his hips and was drilling away. The remaining open area of the trough was occupied by another guy who was ostensibly pissing, but mainly watching the show. And then there was me. Standing there. Utterly frozen. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a prude, sexually. I’d definitely had my fair share of sexual experiences. But my sex to date had been fairly straightforward and shall we say, tame. Definitely not of the “fucking in a bar bathroom” variety. Sure, I’d jacked off to porn like this- but I’d never encountered it in real life. So I think I was kind of stunned to have stumbled into such a scene at my local gay bar. Stunned—yet titillated at the same time. Instantly I had that nervous excitement about it in my guts. Like “this is wrong, but why does it excite me”? Looking back, I’m not sure what it was about Kurt that attracted me so completely and so quickly. I mean, I didn’t usually make a habit of lusting after guys who go around fucking in public toilets. But I was instantly mesmerized by him. Perhaps it was me attaching the sight of him the heady aroma of stale piss, ripe pits, naphtha, and pheromones. Or maybe it was my body tuning into the pulsing waves of sexual confidence radiating from him. Or maybe it was because I was horny and he was just a fucking ridiculously handsome man. Kurt was one of those empirically hot men- the kind you see in Colt magazines or 80’s porn. He was tall. Like a good head taller than me. Swarthy. Muscular. Broad chest and back. Short black hair and a thick beard so dense you could just make out a slash of a mouth in there. A jaw and nose like they’d been sculpted by an LA cosmetic surgeon. A dark pelt of fur covered his substantial chest and taut stomach. Thighs like a Greco Roman wrestler. Was he Italian? Greek? Lebanese? Whatever it was, he was fiercely handsome and built like a fuck tank. That night he was in biker boots, jeans and a leather harness with metal arm bands accentuating his ample biceps. He also had leather wrist cuffs on- like a modern day sex gladiator. As he pummeled the twink, I just stood and stared at him. It was like seeing a unicorn—the kind of guy that never really seemed to exist in real life. The guy pissing eventually left and freed up the trough, but I couldn’t move even though I really had to go. Kurt seemed to sense my presence. Without missing a thrust he called back over his shoulder in a deep voice, “You wanna use him next? I’m just about through.” This sort of snapped me out of it. I kind of stammered a bit and said no, thank you and that I just needed to pee. I moved to the free area next to them, as far to the side as I could manage in order to give them space. I was just freeing my dick from my pants when Kurt looked over. And I made the mistake of looking back. Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. And I stared back. He was just so beautiful that I felt I should look away. That I wasn’t worth being scrutinized by him. But I couldn’t look away. I was completely immobilized. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “Don’t piss yet,” he commanded as he continued to stare into my soul. I merely swallowed and nodded my acceptance. Kurt started thrusting again and picked up his tempo, never taking his eyes off mine. Have you ever had a guy look you in the eye while he’s fucking someone else? All that naked lust projected at you. It’s animal. Almost feral. And even though you aren’t being physically penetrated, all of that Alpha energy has a choke-hold on your most primal core. His unblinking stare is daring you to look away from the stolen intimacy. But you won’t look away. You can’t. You are utterly frozen- powerless- waiting until the release of his seed releases his hold over you. Let me tell you. It’s intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt like we were in our own time bubble until suddenly he grunts loudly and I know he’s emptying himself into the blissed out twink. He slowly pulls out, gaze unwavering. I finally broke eye contact to look down at the meat that was slowly exiting the twink’s ass. Damn… it was long pullout. A thick, long, glistening cock with a fat, ruddy head eventually popped free of the hole. An enormous PA glinted in the half-light as his cock swung free of its anal confines. I swear Kurt wagged it a bit knowing that I was watching it. I could feel myself blushing. “Now you can piss,” Kurt commanded in a low voice. “Inside him.” My eyes snapped back to him. “Whu- whu- what?” I managed to squeak out. Kurt’s eyes glittered darkly. “Piss. Up his ass. He’s a worthless fuckin’ urinal and I wanna watch you use him as such.” I hesitated. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and to be honest the whole scene felt like a fever dream. It was all so surreal. Things like this just didn’t happen to me and my brain was shutting down. My skin was hot and felt like it was vibrating. I found myself highly aroused, which disturbed me. It’s like he tapped into some dark sexual side of me that I didn’t know existed but longed to be released. And much like a dream, I felt like I was just being swept along in the story. “Do it. I wanna watch you piss my cum deep into his guts.” I still hadn’t really moved from my side of the trough, my fly undone and my dick out and really needing to piss at this point. Normally I’m pretty pee shy (and also shy about guys seeing my erect dick), but Kurt exerting control was overcoming my shyness and making my cock stiffen regardless. I saw Kurt’s eyes flick down to my groin and then a tug of a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you Clark Kent preppy-types. You look like good boys, but there’s always a Superpig hiding just below the surface. All you need is that phone booth.” In a daze I slowly took position behind the twink, and slid my steel-hard dick inside his slick, well-opened chute. I could feel the wet heat of his ass engulf me, but my cock and body was dissociated from my brain. It was like I was watching myself do all of this from beyond myself- aware of it all, but also a bystander. “Fuck him,” Kurt growled. I’m embarrassed to say that I lasted all of perhaps 30 seconds. Kurt, the scene, the fact that this was so beyond the pale for me fairly short circuited my brain. My orgasm caught me by surprise and sort of startled me back to reality. “Oh my god. I just came in him. Without a condom,” I said in a confused whisper. Kurt looked at me with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Now relax that bladder. Fill this urinal up.” Was I really going to do this? I’d just cum inside a random guy at the bar and now I was being asked to piss his ass? All this in the bathroom at the bar on a dead Tuesday night? I could feel myself relaxing into the idea, but also warring against it. The urge to piss was strong and my erection waning, but I was still clenched. Kurt leaned in to whisper. “You’re gonna piss in him… for me. Because I’m giving you permission to give in to your desires. And because you know it will please me.” His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. Or was it merely a pee shiver? Or was it a shiver of my naked desire to please this fucking Alpha sex god? Whatever it was, the last of my inhibitions with the scene fell away and my bladder started emptying into the twink. Something I feel I should mention- I have a big bladder. I’m one of those guys at the movie theater who after the movie lets out, I’m at the urinal for a solid 3 minutes of pissing. Like, the urinals on either side of me will change over at least twice while I’m standing there. I get really self-conscious about it because I always think I might look like a [banned word] or something hanging out in a bathroom. So I always aim for the water so guys can audibly hear that I’m actually going still and not wanking it. (Yeah, I’ve had lots of time to analyze this). After a minute or so, Kurt asks the twink, “He pissing in you?” “Oh god damn yes sir! So much piss sir! I’m getting so full sir!” Kurt looks at me again with a smirk- his glittering, dark eyes raking my very soul. “Good boys.” I eventually finish, and slowly pull out of the urinal kid. “Now clean off his dick,” Kurt tells him. The twink rapidly drops and takes my dick in his mouth and starts sucking me. While this is happening, Kurt is tucking his flaccid equipment back into his jeans and buttoning up. Kurt has washed up and is walking out of the bathroom before I snap out of this weird sex trance. I quickly pull my dick from the twink’s mouth and zipped up. The twink silently resumed his standing post at the trough, awaiting others while I headed for the sink. As I was washing up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the guy on the other side. What the fuck just happened? I don’t fuck random guys. And I certainly didn’t engage in water sports. Who WAS this person? Had I been drugged? I kind of felt a bit sick to my stomach. But I felt something else too… satisfaction? I splashed water on my face and toweled off before leaving the bathroom. When I made it back to the bar, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I needed some answers so I quickly flag the bartender over. “Excuse me, but have you seen a big, burly, dark haired guy who was in a harness and…”. The bartender cuts me off with a harsh, appraising look. “Kurt just left,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me he’s dickmatized another one?” Another one meaning me. “Oh… no. I just, um, wanted to… talk…to him. Maybe?” The bartender snorted. “Good luck, kid,” he said as he shook his head. “You’re gonna need it.” * * So his name was Kurt, that much I’d learned from the bartender. But where had he come from? Why hadn’t I ever seen him out before? Granted I almost never went to the bars, but still. Someone like him I figure I would have noticed at some point. Or heard about. Or seen online. Or something. Needless to say, I became obsessed with him. Like all-consuming, can’t-focus-at-work obsessed. Every waking moment I was replaying the bathroom scene in my head. My dick was getting raw from jacking off to it. I looked for him on the apps. I looked for him when I was shopping at the grocery store. I started rotating to other gyms in my network to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because he obviously worked out. All to no avail. I also started going to the bar more frequently in the hopes of running into him again. I started to go every Tuesday at the same time as before. But since that wasn’t yielding any results, I started peppering in other nights of the week. And Friday happy hours. I even started asking Charlie (the bartender) about him. As I was becoming a regular, I’d gotten on a first name basis with him. This particular night I plaintively asked, “You seen him recently?” I didn’t even have to give a name anymore as Charlie knew exactly who I was talking about. Normally he’d just roll his eyes at me and shake his head. “Actually, he was in two nights ago,” Charlie told me. Rats! I’d missed him! “And…?” I asked like the needy bitch I was becoming. Charlie looked uncomfortable. “Um, well. He picked up some out of towner, and they left together.” I was crestfallen and Charlie noticed. “Look kiddo. You need to set your sights on a different guy. Kurt is… well, I don’t think he’s a good match for you. I mean, he’s off-the-charts sexy, and you know the fuck would be epic. He’d probably split a little guy like you in half! But he has… issues. And I don’t think he’s exactly your scene. You’d just find yourself used and discarded like a teenage boy’s tube sock. That’s it. “Look. You are cute as hell with a bangin’ little bod on you. And you seem like you got it together, with a good head on your shoulders- at least when it hasn’t been turned by Kurt. You need to put yourself out there and find a nice guy, like yourself. Or even a not so nice guy if you just want sex. You honestly can get yourself any man you want at the drop of a hat!” “I’m not *that* nice,” I replied sullenly. “And evidently I can’t get *any* man.” Charlie just sadly shook his head. It wasn’t until a couple months later that I was at the bar (also on a Tuesday, as it was becoming my regular night) when I saw Kurt again. I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was a bit longer and he was completely clean-shaven. He was also wearing rimless glasses that went with his business-casual drag for the evening. But it was him. It was definitely him. He was leaning up against the bar, beer in hand, in a tight, navy blue polo that looked like it was straining to contain him. He was also chatting with another guy who had his back to me. Kurt was smiling and laughing a little at what the other guy was saying and I felt jealously uncoil in my guts. I positioned myself in Kurt’s line of sight, and tried my best not to stare. It wasn’t working. Kurt wasn’t looking- he only apparently had eyes for this other guy. I drank down my whole beer this way… waiting for Kurt to notice me. Or at least to acknowledge my presence. It didn’t happen. When the other guy finally excused himself to the restroom, I decided it was time to make my move. I walked up to where Kurt was standing and leaned on the bar next to him. “Hey Kurt,” was my opening line. Smooth. He slowly turned to me and then casually tipped his chin down to regard me. His eyes were amber. I wasn’t expecting that. Seconds passed as he stared blankly at me. “Do I know you?” he finally said in a somewhat bored voice. “Um… no. Not exactly… But, um… there was this one time that we….” My voice died on my lips as Kurt’s friend returned. Kurt flicked a dismissive look in my direction and immediately turned away from me and started talking with his friend again. They spoke as if I were invisible. “So—friend of yours?” the guy asked. “Nope. Some rando… He just came up and started talking to me. It was really awkward. So, you wanna get out of here?” “Fuck yeah, daddy, I want my gift! Let’s go!” And then without another look in my direction, Kurt and his “plus one” left for the evening. My eyes stung as I stood at the bar. It was taking a massive effort not to cry right then and there; not like it would have mattered in the mostly dead bar. But still, public bawling over a guy was not high on my to do list. Maybe it was my jealousy, but all I kept thinking was ‘why did he leave with that guy’? I mean, I didn’t think he was all that cute. He was some average, mid-30’s, banker type with a receding hairline and a paunch. Was *that* Kurt’s type? What did he see in him? It was like a gut-punch to the old self-esteem. Eventually Charlie sauntered over, a concerned look on his face. “You ok, kid?” “Charlie, he looked at me like I was something he scraped off his shoe. I haven’t been made to feel like that since high school,” I said. “I mean, what’s that other guy got that I don’t got?” “A death wish,” Charlie mumbled. “What was that?” I asked, curious about his choice of words. “Nothin’ kid. I’m sorry you’re still hung up on him and I know it hurts a bit, but it’s for the best. Hell, they’re called ‘crushes’ for a reason.” He poured me a bourbon and set it in front of me. “Maker’s Mark… for affairs of the heart.” And then he took his leave, so I could nurse the drink, and my wounds, in private. * * After that, I became a bit less of a bar fly and a bit less stalkerish. Kurt still crossed my mind, but now instead of horny, it made me angry. Although I will admit that I found his facebook profile during one of my weaker moments. It was fairly private, so I couldn’t learn much. And it didn’t look like he had posted much in a few years. All I could see were a few pics of him with a guy named Bo who looked like he could be my older brother. However, I had so far managed to resist the urge to request friendship, which I saw as a definite win. I was slowly weaning myself off of Kurt, and getting back to somewhat of a focused life. And it felt good. So a month later when I saw Kurt again, it sort of caught me off guard. Although it really shouldn’t have- as it was at a sex party. Now, let me be clear. Sex parties are not my forte. I’ve only been to like 3 of them, like, ever. And while they are kind of exciting, I think perhaps I give off the wrong sort of vibe or something? Maybe I look too goody two-shoes? Or like I won’t participate? Or I look like I’m nervous (because I am). Whatever it is, I never seem to get laid at them. Maybe a little sucky sucky, but that’s kind of it. Which can be a bit depressing when you see others having loads of fun, so to speak. Anyway, my waning crush on Kurt had left me in a bit of a randy mood- considering I had been so focused on him that I hadn’t had sex in months. So I hit up a friend of a friend of mine whom I knew to have semi-regular sex parties at their fairly large (and sluttily equipped) home. As luck would have it, they were hosting one that coming Saturday evening as a July 4th “Bang Bash” and yes, I was welcome to “cum”. I received an email with directions and timing and rules (along with their strict no drugs policy). And by the time Saturday rolled around, I was fairly well vibrating I was so damn horny. Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited until 45 minutes after the party start time in order to arrive. I didn’t think I could take arriving early and being scrutinized by other party guests. It would make me even more self-conscious than I already am. When I arrived, I was shown where to put my clothes. As I disrobed, I was informed there were about 50 or so guys already there, the basement was in full swing, and that I should head on down. So I quickly got down to my jock, sneakers, and backward Cubs cap. One final check in the mirror convinced me I looked cute enough for this and I made my way downstairs. My glasses fogged briefly as I entered the humidity from the sweaty bodies. You could smell sex and poppers in the air. The basement area was illuminated by red bulbs, some rainbow LEDs and occasional bursts of laser lighting. House music throbbed to provide an ambient noise level to mask some of the fuck noises and lower inhibitions. It was a very heady combo, I’ll admit. I wandered around as I seem to do at such events, never quite sure of where to look or what to do with my hands. I saw several guys standing and/or kneeling as blow jobs were underway all over the place. A couple of guys were fucking in a darkened corner—the slap of flesh keeping time with the music. I watched them fuck for a little while. They were oblivious to my presence. As I wandered more I saw guys making out in groups of 3, 4 and more. There were guys on a couch and bent over chairs. It was a smorgasbord of sex. And then I saw him. His profile was unmistakable as he stood in a small knot of guys surrounding a sling. My stomach clenched and I nearly turned around to go back upstairs. But something made me hold my ground. I could tell that there was a guy in the sling, and that he was being fucked. I was hesitant to go watch- even though I wanted to- because of him. Suddenly a small voice inside me said, “Fuck him! You were invited here. It isn’t his party. You have every right to watch too.” So I made my way over to the sling. And thereby to Kurt. I stepped up to the side of the sling across from Kurt, keeping my eyes glued to the guy fucking the hot, furry, muscle cub who was currently getting his ass well and truly used. I had to will myself not to look over at him, but damnit if I wasn’t going to do my best to ignore that fucker the way he’d ignored me. It wasn’t going to be easy though, because in my peripheral vision I could tell Kurt was staring at me. Hard. Muscle cub by this time had found my cock and fished it out of my jock. He was jacking me and I was quickly wickedly hard. I shifted myself up toward his head so he could suck me while he was getting fucked. I shifted my gaze to the muscle cub’s face as he worked my cock. Anything to hold my attention and to keep me from looking at Kurt. Muscle cub was cute. Blonde. Stocky. Shoulders and arms for days. Nice pecs on him. And seeing him in such a vulnerable position on his back with his legs in the stirrups made my loins stir. I didn’t know if I wanted to do him… or be him. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Again, it was like I entered a sex trance and I was disconnected from my cock and this activity—I was aware of it but it was like I was dissociated from it all. Plus, I mean, again who *was* this guy who was actually participating at an orgy? Normally I couldn’t even get hard if there was more than one other guy in the room as I was too embarrassed and self-conscious. But tonight it was different. Because he was here. Dimly acknowledged in the back of my brain burned this solitary idea. I wanted to strike back at Kurt. I wanted him to see what I was doing. I wanted him to watch me fucking this guy’s mouth. I wanted to show him I could take pleasure without his permission and without even acknowledging him. In a misguided way, I was trying to wound him like he had wounded me at the bar. Although I honestly had no idea why I believed this would even phase him or where this idea had germinated. All I knew was that fucker was going to notice me and remember me this time. The guy fucking the muscle cub came suddenly—and very demonstrably. The cub pulled off my cock to moan in delight and say “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” As my eyes swept to the man emptying himself inside the cub, I stumbled. In a weak moment, I glanced over at him- I swear it was involuntary! And just as if he were medusa, my breath caught in my chest and I was immediately petrified under his gaze. He’d buzzed his hair down to fuzz, and his beard was at that heavier than 5 o’clock shadow stage. He was naked except for his harness. And tonight he wore a steel cock ring which matched the PA. This was the first time I’d seen the full expanse of his body, and my god he was beautiful. Like, everything was just perfectly proportioned. Everything except his fairly enormous cock. As we stared at each other? Waves. My god, the pulsing waves of pure, unadulterated sex that bombarded me from this man were unlike anything I’d ever felt! I could feel the thrum in my skin. Again, I blame the stench of man-sex and poppers and the July heat of the room and the music and pheromones. I didn’t even feel the cub’s mouth on my dick anymore (he’d evidently gone back to sucking me at some point- I honestly hadn’t noticed). I was lost in Kurt’s stare which was a grappling hook in my heart. With a small head gesture from him, I pulled my dick from the cub’s mouth and walked down to the now vacant end of the sling. Still locked into his eyes, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and added a slight pressure downward. I knew what he wanted, and even though I’d never rimmed a guy before, I obeyed. I slowly sank down, and started tonguing the cub’s furry pucker. The heat of his butthole and the tang of semen hit my tongue like a one-two punch, and it shocked me. A fuse blew, and I just started to eat his ass with abandon. The cub was moaning and begging for more, and I could feel him pushing out some of the cum for me. Tasting what he’d collected from these other men in this way drove me into a frenzy. In a hazy way, could tell my brain wanted to analyze what the fuck was going on with me, but I was too busy being swept along in the sexual current of the moment. I felt Kurt’s hand under my chin, gently lifting me upward. Again, he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I just knew. I absentmindedly reached for a condom, opened it and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and lubed up, although I didn’t need much. The cub was already well lubricated from several others. While continuing to be held by Kurt’s stare, I slid into the cub and started fucking him. Slowly, I let the sling rock back and forth, feeling the cub’s hot, hairy little hole slide up and down my shaft. Through my stare I was trying to telepathically communicate to Kurt that this is what *I* wanted. I wanted to be in the sling, him to be sheathed inside me— my hole working his shaft. Me giving him my body and giving him pleasure, and taking pleasure in return. During the fuck, Kurt moved closer. I felt his thumb and forefinger encircle my cock at the base as I fucked the cub. I was keenly aware that this was the first time he’d touched me, and I shuddered. On the outstroke, I could feel Kurt using his hand to work the condom up my shaft. Then he lined me up and I thrust back in. Then on the outstroke again, Kurt’s hand working the condom up. By the 4th stroke or so, it was just now at my head. He deftly pulled it off. Without missing a beat, he lined me up again and I slid back inside the cub. Kurt was again directing me as he wanted and I was his slave. He then leaned in close to me again and gruffly whispered, “Now breed him. He’s a cumdump and I wanna watch you give him what he wants.” I obeyed. I grabbed the chains of the sling and looked down at the muscle cub I was using as directed. He really was a cute guy, the kind of “aw shucks” guy it looks like you’d want to date and take home to your parents. At least until you found out he was a dirty, fucking slut. Which right now made my dick that much harder. His hole felt like wet silk on my raw dick. As I was building tempo, Kurt moved up to the head of the sling and tucked his prodigious unit in the cub’s mouth. Only about 1/3 of it fit and the cub was gagging on it. Kurt made eye contact with me again and held it as he grabbed the boy’s head and fucked his mouth. I smirked because I could tell that was doing this for me. He *knew* I would like seeing the cub struggle with his meat. He spoke to the cub next, in a deep voice that seemed to cut through the noise in the room. “Beg for his load, slut. I wanna hear you beg for his cum like the filthy cunt you are.” The cub stopped sucking long enough to start up a litany of entreaties for my seed. “Please breed me! Please cum in me! I wanna feel you load me! I need it! Please! No loads refused! I’m a fucking cum whore and I live to be filled! I want your DNA to be part of me! Knock me up, man!” Hearing the hot stud begging for me to cum was the final push to get the load to boil out of my balls. I buried myself in him and let go. Volley after volley of my pent up seed and frustration throbbed into his guts. “Oh fuck! I feel him cumming! I actually FEEL it!! Fuck that’s a lot! Oh FUUUUUCK!” the cub whimpered. And through all of this, my eyes never left Kurt’s. Even though I had just cum so much that it felt like my balls turned inside out, I was still in a sex trance. I was empty, but now I needed to get filled. I pulled out of the cub and made my way over to Kurt. I figured it was going to be now. This was going to happen. Kurt was still rock hard from our scene and I aimed to be on the recipient end of it. As I approached there was a brief look of confusion which flickered across his face. When I was in front of him, I reached out and grabbed his massive tool. He flinched at the contact, and pushed my hand away. Not to be deterred, I dropped to my knees in front of him and moved to take him in my mouth. He instantly jumped back away from me and barked out, “No.” It was like a hypnotist snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself naked on a stage in front of strangers. One of the party rules was “consent”. If someone said No or wanted to stop- you stopped. That was the rule. And if you didn’t stop, you were asked to leave or escorted out. So there I was, as it were. Just a boy. Kneeling in front of a boy. Asking him to fuck me. And being patently rejected. It was so “mixed message” after everything that had just transpired that I actually started to laugh. I had so many emotions roiling about that I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Seeing how Kurt looked at me, I was instantly filled with hot shame. Which was then rapidly replaced by seething anger. I stood up slowly and gave Kurt my best “what the everloving fuck” look. He just looked back at me with pinched brows and shook his head. So I walked over to the nearest fuck bench, bent over with dramatic flair, and proceeded to make a show of lubing up my ass. And I aimed to get filled one way or another. And if Kurt wouldn’t do it, anyone else would do. Any and all of them. And that fucker was going to watch them do it. One guy immediately walked up and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I asked for some poppers, took a hit, and went to town servicing him. I was on a mission. During this, I felt a couple different guys walk by and caress my ass. One even fingered my hole a little… but then they would walk away. Nobody seemed to want to fuck me. I kept wriggling my ass and trying to tempt guys, all to no avail. Why was nobody fucking me? Even the guy feeding me his cock didn’t cum and he wandered off. I was prepped. I was ready. I had a muscular, round ass from hours of squats and miles of biking. And I was a pretty darn good bottom from what I’d been told. But tonight I was on a fuck bench island—alone. I was starting to feel pretty despondent, when suddenly I feel a guy’s cock start to nudge around my ass. Finally! I hear the lube bottle open and feel him slick up his dick behind me. A lubed digit briefly slipped in my ass to open me up. And just as the head starts to slip inside me, it stops and pulls out. “What’s your deal, man? I was gonna breed that fine little ass!” “It’s off limits for you. Go fuck the cumdump in the sling.” It was Kurt’s voice. Why the fuck was Kurt was cock blocking? This made absolutely no sense. “Fuck you, man. You don’t own this hole. And this little fucker is begging for a load!” said my would be fucker. “Seriously man, just walk away. He doesn’t want your toxic seed.” Toxic seed? Was the guy poz and was he going to fuck me without a condom? I stood up from the bench. “Dude, are you poz and were you going to fuck me without a condom?” I asked the guy. He looked at me with disdain. “Whatever, dude. It’s a bareback sex party.” And he stalked off. Kurt was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “Are YOU the reason nobody’s been wanting to fuck me? Have you been cock blocking me this entire time??” I asked him incredulously. “I just saved your ass. Literally and figuratively. You’re in a sex haze and not thinking clearly. Did you really want his dirty dick to load you up with poz cum?” Kurt asked flatly. “Well… maybe I DID!” I retorted like a child. Kurt stared me down until I looked away. “I didn’t think so,” he answered smugly. And this pissed me off. “You know what? I’m out. Thanks for ruining what was turning into a good night. Let’s not keep meeting like this, shall we?” I spat as I walked away from him. I stormed upstairs, got dressed, and left the party. I drove home angry. Hurt. Sad. And … relieved? Relieved that I’d dodged a poz load in my ass all because of Kurt and his apparent conscience. I was more confused than ever about who the fuck this man was. * * I didn’t see Kurt again until the end of summer. And other than occasional angry thoughts about him, I didn’t much think of him during the time after the sex party. The only time he seriously entered my thoughts was during the one hookup I had in the month of August. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I was trying to find a clone of Kurt. The guy was big and dark and muscular—but the connection just wasn’t there. The sex was perfunctory and unfulfilling and left me fantasizing about Kurt while I jacked myself off on the guy. I ate my weight in ice cream afterwards, because feelings. Anyway, I really felt I had turned a corner when Labor Day rolled around. It was time for Tom and Hal’s end of summer pool party. I was in a mood and pretty down on myself, so I almost didn’t go. If Tom wasn’t such a good friend, I’d probably have begged off, coming up with some lame excuse. As it was, I sucked it up, put on the pink speedo that showed off my assets, and headed over. When I arrived, Tom met me at the door- a big shit eating grin on his face. “About time! And man have I got a surprise for you!” and he started singing “Matchmaker” from Fiddler on the Roof. “Oh no. Don’t you remember the last time you tried to set me up? I thought we’d learned our lesson, because *that* went so fucking well,” I admonished. “Look honey. How was I supposed to know he was still married?” he shrugged. “And a sub bottom with a diaper fetish,” I reminded him. “Everyone has little kinks, darling,” he laughed. “Exactly what part of ‘change me! Baby make boom-boom’ did you think I would find endearing?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Tom waved me off. “This one is different. You are 100% his type, and he is SO yours. I mean, this guy is so EVERYONE’S type. Trust me. This time, this yenta is onto something big. And from what I hear, I do mean BIG!” I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I had to just go with it. It was just who Tom was. I’d humor him, meet the guy, it wouldn’t work (like all the others because it was seriously like Tom didn’t know me at all or what I liked), and I’d go on my merry way until next time. Tom left me in the kitchen and scurried off to go find Mr. Match, so I made myself a drink. I heard him coming back with someone in tow (Tom was loud) just as I was completing my margarita. I turned around and… yeah. Him. Tom smiles huge and says, “I’d like to introduce you to…” “Kurt,” I finished, my disdain apparent. Tom’s smile falters. “Oh, have you two met?” he enquires. “Oh yeah. On a few separate occasions, isn’t that right Kurt?” Kurt just stood there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. For once he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took the opportunity to add an extra shot of patron to my marg. “By the way, Tom? You’re wrong about me being his type,” I said in the shittiest voice I could muster. “He actually finds me quite repulsive—that is when he can even be bothered to remember who the fuck I am. So if you’ll excuse me, imma go find your husband and drink. Heavily.” And with that I left them standing in the kitchen. Several drinks and an hour of avoidance later, I was on an air mattress in the pool, trying to relax and soak up the last of the summer sun. I felt the waves gently rock me as someone slid into the pool. A few moments later, a shadow covered me as someone stood next to my float. “Hey,” he said. Because of course it was Kurt. I tilted my head over and opened my eyes. God he was even more beautiful wet. And today he was sporting hair that was a bit longer and just starting to wave a bit, and a full mustache with heavy beard stubble. He was a wet, sexier Tom Selleck. Or Pete Kuzak. It was his best look and it physically hurt me to look at him, so I closed my eyes. “What is it, Kurt?” I sighed. “You’ve successfully managed to suck almost all the joy in my life for the past few months. What are you going to do for an encore? Anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?” He chuckled. “That line is from the movie Clerks. And No. No encore. More like a truce.” I looked at him again. “I was a jerk and I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “And I think that for today, on this last day of summer, we should just hang out and… be. Maybe get to know each other in a different space. What do you say?” I thought about it for a good minute. I mean, really thought about it. Do I continue to be butthurt? Or do I just say fuck it and let him off the hook? Even though his eyes held mine again, there wasn’t the heat. Instead they were saying “please”. Which broke me. I relented. “Fetch me another drink, Farm Boy, and we’ll see,” I said. “Fetch it yourself,” he says and then proceeded to dump me off my air mattress into the pool. I sputtered as I came up and he was laughing like a kid and smiling. Smiling AT me. I’d never seen him smile before, not like this. Not directed at me. Being on the receiving end of it was absolutely blinding. Like a million photographer flash bulbs going off. And he had dimples, because of course he did. Fuck me sideways. The next couple of hours in the pool drifted by lazily. We talked about everything and nothing. The Clerks quote had opened things up and we chatted about favorite movies and art and just hung out. Other guys at the party desperately wanted Kurt’s attention, but whenever they would swim up to chat, he would shift over to me. Feeling his bulk casually brush up against my side, or his furry leg touch mine set flame to my skin. One time he even draped his arm across my shoulders possessively and my insides melted. Seriously turned to goo. I slowly reciprocated and put my arm around his expansive back to his waist. This time he didn’t smack it away. It was the first time I was actually touching him after all these months—the heat of his tan flesh under my hand made my heart stutter. I’d had more than a few cocktails at this point, so I was feeling giddy and buzzy, but in a really warm and delightful way. I was also punch drunk from the attention Kurt was paying me. Feeling cocky, I popped back onto a pool float and lay back with my hands beneath my head. “Push me around the pool,” I jokingly command him. “As you wish,” he replied. Fuck me. He did know the Princess Bride after all. I felt his hand move from the float to my side and I felt sure that I was in for another dunking. If that happened, I’d make him pay. But no. We were in the shallows of the pool and he was gently pushing me around- his large hand on my upper rib cage. Then his hand shifted a bit, and I felt his finger on my nipple. At first it just rested there, but instantly the entire focus of my being was concentrated on that little nub of flesh. Then his finger lightly circled it and brushed it. I shivered, and my cock sprang to life in my speedo. “Looks like someone is having a good time,” said Tom cheekily, and I quickly dumped myself off the mattress and into the cool water. I was immediately self-conscious again of being sexual in public and separated myself to the far side of the pool to get my drink. I hear Kurt haul himself out of the water and excuse himself to the restroom. Meanwhile my mind is racing with a million thoughts. What was happening? Was Kurt flirting? Did he actually want me? Did I WANT him to want me? What would we do? Would we finally have sex? My boner would NOT go down as my mind raced down alley after alley of all the things I wanted to do to Kurt’s body. Eventually I was able to quell my visible desire and decided that I too could use a bathroom break. I figured it was also a good time for a drink refresher too. When I looked for Kurt to see if he wanted something from the bar, he wasn’t around. Meh, I figured I’d just surprise him with something and I headed up to the house. When I opened the bathroom door, I’m the one who got the surprise. Kurt was there, leaning against the sink with his dick halfway down Tom’s throat. I think I said something like, “Oops! Sorry” before stumbling blindly away, tears burning my eyes. It was like my heart had been ripped from my chest and crumpled like a ball of foil. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had to get out of there and away. Just… away. The next thing I remember was sitting in my car and bawling my eyes out. I’d been duped again and let my guard down. I was smarter than this. And How DARE he have this much power over me! But the truth was he did have that power and it sucked. He’d hurt me again. And the really fucked up thing was, I would probably continue to let him because I was just that pathetic. I felt the passenger side open up and someone crawl in. I figured it was Tom, come to apologize. “You know, Tom? Bathroom doors come with locks for a reason. Mainly so your EX-best friend doesn’t stumble in on you sucking off the love of his life,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. “It’s not Tom… it’s me.” Because of course it was him. And suddenly a switch flipped and I was furious. “Get. The fuck. Out of my car,” I said dangerously. “Seriously. Get out. Get OUT! Fuck you, fucking dick! Did you come to gloat? To Rub it in? Fuck you and your mixed messages. Fuck you for messing with me. Is this a fucking game to you? Is this FUN? Tormenting me? Teasing me and then gutting me to the core? Is THAT what gets you off you sadistic FUCK!” “No, this isn’t a game. And this isn’t what gets me off,” he said quietly. “Then what is it? What the FUCK is going on between us? Why would you come at me with your ‘lets just be’ B.S.? Then proceed to tease me all day? You aren’t blind or stupid—you KNOW what you do to me! You KNOW how I feel about you. You toyed with me deliberately only to go off and fuck Tom’s mouth!” “I didn’t do it deliberately, I honestly just wanted to try to befriend you today,” he mumbled. “And I didn’t go off to fuck Tom’s mouth. He busted in on me jacking off in the bathroom and he just dropped and started sucking. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point…I should’ve stopped him, but….” “But?? BUT WHAT?? Any hole will do, is that it? Anyone’s but MINE?” I shot back. “I… I just really needed… I needed to get off, ok?” “You needed to get off. AT the pool party. Because it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I said incredulously. “Seriously. It couldn’t wait?” “No, it couldn’t wait!” Kurt was becoming visibly agitated and upset now. “Why the fuck not? Seriously, who just jacks off randomly at a party?” “I was doing it to protect you!” he said, his voice escalating in volume. “Protecting me? From whom? Tom?? You thought you’d protect me from Tom’s mouth by FUCKING IT?!?” I shouted back. “I WAS PROTECTING YOU FROM ME, GODDAMNIT!” All the air seemed to go out of the car, and Kurt was shaking. My anger dissipated quickly and my intuition was telling me something important was happening. I turned to Kurt and just looked at him— patiently waiting for some sort of explanation. Kurt wouldn’t look back. He just looked at his hands as he gripped the dashboard. He took a deep, shuddering breath and began. “I was protecting you from me. Being near you today? I thought I could handle it. I saw the way you looked at me at the sex party. How hurt you were and it gutted me. I told myself never again. So when you showed up today, I thought to myself, Kurt? Here’s your opportunity. Here’s your chance to make amends and maybe not be such an asshole. I really thought the best protection for you might be if I were a buddy, you know? Just a buddy who could look out for you and protect you. I thought I could handle it. But christ. Being near you today? Seeing your body? Joking around and hearing you laugh? Touching you? It made me fucking crazy- like I wanted to jump right out of my skin. I tried to tamp it down, God I tried. To just be a normal guy and not… not think with my prick. But you look so goddamn much like him and I couldn’t control myself and my dark thoughts started spinning out of control and I had to stop them. Stop myself. So I went to the bathroom to jack off. To relieve the sexual pressure so that I could maybe go back to just being a nice guy and maybe a friend. If I could just cum it might be enough to get through being near you the rest of the afternoon. But I didn’t lock the fucking door and Tom came in and he just… started sucking… and I just really needed the release or else I was going to do something I would regret so I just let him keep sucking even though I should have stopped him. I know I should have stopped him! It wasn’t his mouth I wanted. But when my demons are released it’s like trying to stop a freight train and then you walked in and everything went to fucking hell ….” Kurt still hadn’t looked at me. And he still hadn’t answered the big question. “Kurt,” I said gently. “Why do you feel you need to protect me from yourself? I’m a big boy- maybe not in stature- but I can make my own decisions. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” “Oh you can’t say that! PLEASE don’t say that!” he cried. And tears started to flow from his eyes. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before. You electrify me in a way that nobody ever has,” I said as I reached out to touch his leg. He flinched and looked up at me, stricken. “Electrify? As in Charge?? HA!” He laughed mirthlessly as his body was wracked with sobs. “I’m HIV positive,” he finally whispered. “But it’s more than that. Much more. I’m sick. Not HIV sick, but sick in my very soul. I have a darkness in me. A twisted desire to infect other guys with HIV. You asked what gets me off? THAT gets me off. The thought of infecting guys makes my dick hard! Christ! I’m getting hard right now just talking about it and I’m fucking bawling while I bare by soul to you! How fucked up is that?” There was a pregnant pause as he took a deep breath. “And how sick is it that I want to infect you so you’ll be mine forever?” It was barely audible, but I heard it. “Kurt…” I started. “His name was Bo. Love of my life. I was fairly newly poz when we met, and he wasn’t. But we were determined to make it work. I loved him and He knew me, REALLY knew me. Knew my darkness. Knew my fetishes and kinks. My demons. And he loved me anyway. He loved me so much that he begged for me to knock him up. To infect him so we would always be together. I railed against the idea for a long time, and we were always so careful. SO careful! I needed him healthy and whole. But he wore me down. He said he was ready. He PROMISED me he was. That he could handle it and he wanted it and he wanted it from ME. He even told me that he would go get pozzed up from someone else, just to be done with it all. So finally I relented. I let the demons out and I did it. I fucking did it. It took on the first try too, because I’m fertile. And I gotta tell you, man was it hot. It was so goddamn hot doing it. I loved every fucking second and being the one to make him poz. Fuck, it blew my mind. When I bred him that night it was like all my love emptied into him too. Only he lied to me. He wasn’t ready for it. His family found out and they disowned him. Some of his friends turned on him and called him a fool for not being safe and stupid for being with me. They abandoned him. His conservative job found out and canned him. He lost health insurance. It was all so messed up. But I thought we were working through it all ok. We had each other and I loved him and that was enough right? But he got depressed. Really depressed. I came home one day… I came home…and… I’m the one who found him.” Kurt had tears just streaming down his face now- cathartically releasing all the pent up emotions that must have been eating away at him. “Bo is dead because of me. The love of my life died because I can’t control my sick desires. I was weak and he is dead. And I vowed never again. Not with someone that I care about. And then you walk into a bar bathroom, the spitting image…” “But Kurt, we can still do stuff. Be intimate. All this doesn’t make me want you less, if anything I want you more now. We can be safe….” I offered. “Safe? With me there IS no ‘safe’. You’ve seen me in action, when I’m amped up. I’m a fucking pig with a big cock and a bigger sex drive. Once the demons are loose, there’s no stopping them. You say “safe” but you don’t understand. You don’t KNOW. I’m telling you even now sitting here, after all this, I still want to infect you. I see you and I am overcome with desire. I want you so badly that I can’t focus. You are so beautiful and sexy and I want nothing more than to tear up that meaty little ass of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you bleed. I want to fuck you until your spine cracks and your spleen is bruised. I want you whimpering as I cum so deep inside that it will never come out. And then I want to do it again and again and again until you convert. Then we’ll be a matched pair and I’ll own you for life. You say ‘safe’. How do you think you’ll be safe with me? I’m way bigger than you. You don’t stand a chance. Don’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. You think you’ll be safe if I use a condom? Don’t you think that at some point my dark side will win and I’ll sabotage the rubber so my seed leaks into you? Or I sneak it off and stealth you? Or drug you and then rape my poz load into your ass? God, my cock is hard right now just talking about it! With me there IS no such thing as safe, don’t you see? That’s why I’m telling you all this. That’s why I let Tom suck me. That’s why I pushed you away at the sex party. That’s why I pretended not to know you at the bar even though I wanted nothing more than to ditch that other guy and take you back to my place to destroy you. That’s why I sprinted home that first time at the bar. It’s me… protecting you… from me. Before I can’t control myself and it’s too late.” We sat quietly in my car, the only sound an occasional sniffle from him as we sat amid the enormity of everything he just unloaded. My mind was reeling from his revelations and his stark honesty. There was so much conflict going on inside me. My feelings for him. My attraction. His status. His dark fetish. His struggle. But above it all, just being in the car with him had me vibrating. My guts were a knot and… And suddenly, I was calm. In a moment of clarity, I knew what I was going to do. Kurt spoke again, dejectedly. “I know this was… a lot. And I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Please understand that I think you are so… so beautiful. But you deserved to know. And now maybe you’ll understand I can’t see you again.” His hand moved to the door handle. Before he could make another move, I launched myself at him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. I wish I could say it was one of those beautiful, perfect moviestar kisses—it wasn’t. He’d been crying. I’d been crying. There were residual tears and snot. I came in too hot and our teeth sort of clacked together. It wasn’t pretty. But it was also fucking hot as hell. It started off with me ramming against him and him sort of yelping as I startled him. His body was tensed like a clock spring. I kept our lips pressed together unmoving- waiting to see what he was going to do. Suddenly the fight seemed to go out of him and he relaxed. Then our kiss morphed into a gentle “I see you, Jake Sully” kiss. And then it deepened, and turned more urgent until we were two horny teenagers making out in a car. And I gotta say—the stache and stubble combo? Holy fuck. Feeling his stubble rake across my jaw lit me on fire. Kissing Kurt in this moment was the most intimate, most sexual thing I think I’d ever done with another man in my life. It also felt I was kissing a brewing storm… and I never wanted to stop. As my hands wandered down to his straining groin, he suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! I am barely hanging on, here. We have to stop.” “Have you heard of PReP,” I asked him breathlessly. “Sure,” he nods. “Well, I’m on it. And I triple dog dare you to try to get me pregnant, Kurt.” He closed his eyes then. “Drive,” he commanded as he fastened his seat belt. * * We drove to his condo in a blur. I drove fast, but not so fast as to get a speeding ticket (or DUI). He wanted to fuck me at his place because it was set up with everything that we would need. I honestly don’t remember getting from the parking garage to his unit. Once parked we were on each other again with reckless abandon. We managed to get out of the car, but he pushed me up against it- his hands all over my body. He ended up going down on me as I leaned against the car- my synapses shorting out as I felt his mouth take me inside. Then I tried to return the favor, but the 0 gauge PA kept clattering against my teeth which really bothered me. We stopped so he could unscrew a ball and take it out for me. I sucked his dick briefly in the elevator- I didn’t care if there were security cameras. Let them fucking watch me service this god’s dick! I just needed to feel him in my mouth. His dick is fucking enormous. Two and a half hands worth and my fingers didn’t touch around it. Big fucking head like a pit viper. He probably was going to fuck me in half with it, and I was beyond ready to surrender to it. Eventually we got to his condo and he had me go prep using his shower shot while he got the place ready for me. I did as I was told and made sure to spend a little extra time, as I knew he would be going extra deep. I stepped out of the bathroom into a dimly lit scene. “Come here,” I heard him say in his deep, sex voice. My feet were instantly compelled forward to the bedroom. He had a blood red light bulb in the bedside lamp, to set the mood. He had a sling set up, suspended in one corner from eye bolts in the ceiling. One of the walls had a large mirror there so you would be able to watch yourself during, were you so inclined. And the wall opposite the foot of the king sized bed had a 60” TV mounted on an articulating arm, so porn could be watched at any time. And he had filthy porn playing—lots of biohazard symbols everywhere. As I stepped into his den of iniquity, our eyes met and he said, “Last chance, bud. Or abandon all hope.” I walked up to him, staring deeply into his eyes. I feel that familiar sex trance coming on and this time I welcomed it fully. With that all my inhibitions fell away and I felt free. I knew Kurt wouldn’t judge me and anything was on the table. I chose my next words deliberately. “So, that guy that you were talking with that night at the bar when you pretended not to know me? Did you poz him?” I saw Kurt’s nostrils flare as his eyes glittered in the red light. “Yes. Yes I did.” “Tell me,” I say. “What’s to tell? He was a dumb fucking bug chaser. I found him on BBRT and told him I could help him out. He met me at the bar after work. I brought him here and gave him what he wanted.” “And what he wanted was your toxic seed. Did it take?” I asked. I knew my questions were goading Kurt on and getting his demons going. “Oh yeah. I told you—I’m fertile. He called me two weeks later to tell me he got the fuck flu. He was so happy.” “And was it a good fuck? Did you enjoy breeding him? Did it satisfy you?” I asked. “It was ok. He’d been chasing for awhile but everyone’s pretty well controlled these days so infections are rare. And he really wanted it so it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. It’s sort of hotter when the guy doesn’t want it, or doesn’t know he wants it.” Kurt’s cock was so hard at this. That’s when I noticed he’d changed his PA. The one in now was a curved barbell of sorts, but there were conical spikes screwed onto the ends. Kind of like what you’d see on a dog’s collar. I reached down and fingered it lightly. His cock jumped at my touch. “Is this your weapon of choice for my guts tonight?” I asked. “You triple dog dared me to get you pregnant. I aim to keep my record intact,” he growled. “So, about a month before I ran into you at the bar, Charlie told me he’d seen you with some random guy from out of town and that you’d left with him. You get him pregnant, too?” Kurt chuckled. “You keeping tabs on me?” he asked. “Just some light stalking. You know I’m obsessed with you.” Kurt reaches up and starts lightly stroking my nipples. My nipples are hard wired and with his touch, bolts of electricity coursed through me and made my dick jump. “I honestly don’t know if I got him pregnant or not- it’s definitely possible since I gave him a double dose. I may get a two-fer if his wife pops poz too.” “Fuck, really?” I asked. Even though I had started out as just playing a role to turn Kurt on, hearing him talk this way was getting me very turned on. Was I a secret chaser? Or was I just some sex pig that had finally found someone to help me realize my true self?” “Yeah. The guy was in town on a business trip. Married. To a woman. He was at the bar because he was bi-curious, the stupid fucker. Had cheated on his wife a few times with guys but only bottomed twice before. Such an easy pickup! He took me back to his hotel room so I could be his third time. Man, he was definitely not prepared for my cock. He cried while I fucked him.” “And you got him to risk it and go bareback?” I asked, definitely curious at this point. “Not at first. He insisted on a condom because he was ‘married’. But I deliberately didn’t use enough lube. I wanted to rough him up a bit and also possibly have the condom pop. That happens sometimes due to my size and my… vigor. Whoops.” He grinned and I had to laugh at the way he said it. “Unfortunately, the condom held, but he was really crying and it was tearing up his ass something fierce because fuck he was tight, so I told him it would feel better skin to skin. I had him take a hit of poppers, stripped off the condom, lubed up, and slid right back in. “I stealthed him quick before he came to his senses. And then kept going to make sure I massaged that load into him. As I was working up load 2 he did ask me not to cum in him. I said ‘Why change things now?’ and shot a second load deep. That’s when he kind of freaked out a bit and kicked me out of his hotel room.” “Was this a good fuck?” I asked, as I moved behind him and knelt to tongue his butthole. As soon as I made contact in his furry crack, I went into overdrive. He moaned. “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing better than breeding a married “straight” guy. I love it when the guy struggles to take my cock. I like it when they cry too- feels more like rape, even though they never ask me to stop. And I love sending them on their way with my little gift. Their cheating asses are getting what they deserve. Plus it’s hot thinking that they might pass it on to their wives or to some other guys along their path of sexual discovery.” “I have a question for you,” I say, pausing in my rimming. “At the sex party, why didn’t you just let that guy fuck me and breed me? Maybe I would have popped poz and all this conflict would have gone away.” Then I dove back into his perfect ass. “I thought I already answered that. I needed to be the one to do it so that you’re mine forever. I couldn’t let some other guy have that honor. Not with you. Especially when I could stop it. Do you know how many poz guys I chased away from your hole that night? At least 5. The last guy was definitely toxic, although you would have liked his dick.” I stopped rimming him and stood up. I stood on tip toes and whispered into his ear. “I think it’s time for you to impregnate me. Give me my first dirty dick.” Kurt kissed me fiercely then. It wasn’t like the first one in the car, or even the parking garage—this WAS a Hollywood kiss. Longing and long-denied desire pouring out in a flood between us. I’ve never been kissed like that by anyone before—or since. All I knew was that my mind was fried and I was complete his now and forever and all I could think was “dick dick dick… in in in…. now now now… “. He picked me up deftly, and placed me into the sling. My feet were placed in the stirrups and cinched in snugly. He looked down on me with unbridled lust, and I’m sure I looked back with equal amounts. He bared his teeth and chuckled menacingly. “You stupid fucker. Your ass is mine now. I’m gonna give you my AIDS.” “Stop talking and fucking do it already,” I goaded. He let out a fierce growl and lubed up his dick. Then he lubed up my hole, making sure to roughly finger the lube into me. Then I felt his cock head and the sharp PA resting against my pucker. I sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tossed me some spray poppers and a cloth. “Here, you might want to try these. I’ll do you a solid and wait until you’re flying.” “I want you to know something,” I said as I uncapped the spray can. “I’m not going to be like that businessman. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to beg for you not to cum in me. I’m not as innocent as I seem and I don’t need your mercy. I’m tough. And I’m a greedy fucking bottom who lusts for big cock. I need this. I need YOU. I think I’ve needed you my whole life. And my body is yours to destroy as you see fit.” I hit the spray poppers and soon my head fuzzed and everything got warm and tingly. I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me, and then discomfort as his girth slowly slid inside. I figured Kurt was just going to fucking pound me until I passed out, but no. He slow fucked me. He worked his enormous tool back and forth inside me, stopping when it started nudging my second ring and then sliding languorously back out. A couple times he pulled all the way out with a sharp plop (which I admit stung a bit) before pushing slowly back inside. I’m not gonna lie, what he was doing was feeling fucking incredible. So much cock was in me and I felt so stretched! But there was also the added sensation of the metal dragging in my guts. And then there was his gaze. I could almost taste his lust. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I growled. “Patience, young padawan,” he said. “I’m just tilling the soil for my seed. There’s a method to my madness, you’ll see. I can’t just ram you with this particular PA in. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me and the cones tend to come loose. One time I lost the whole thing inside a dude’s shitter- now that was interesting breeding session. Also, I’ve been cautioned by the piercer that with my size, this type could get caught deep in your colon and hook us together in a rather compromising position. And that wouldn’t be very much fun now, would it?” I shook my head. “Plus we can’t risk damaging that beautiful baby-maker you got,” I agreed. “You like it?” he says cockily as he flexed it inside me causing me to gasp. “It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken and its going to ruin me forever for all other cock,” I told him quite sincerely. “Oh, its’ going to ruin you all right.” He grinned wickedly. He popped out again, and started removing the PA. “You should be good and scraped up now. Plenty of places for my seed to latch,” he said matter of factly. “And now the real fucking begins.” He relubed and I hit the spray poppers again, just in time to get fuzzy before his onslaught. I know everyone is now expecting a merciless rape of the sabine women scene, but it wasn’t like that. He was definitely all about taking his pleasure, but not at the expense of mine. He re-entered me fairly slowly and when his dick came to my second ring, he patiently worked me open until he could get all the way inside. Then he short stroked himself deep in there in order to make sure I was good and open for his dick before he started giving it all to me with force. And for me? Nobody had ever fucked me this deep before. And definitely nobody that I was so in tune with. I literally don’t remember some of the fuck once he got going, because I was riding wave after blissful wave. I was having anal/full body orgasms left and right from the way his cock was hitting inside me. I’m pretty sure I was making loud, guttural noises and probably scaring his neighbors. I honestly don’t know how long he had been fucking me before I regained my voice. 20 minutes? 2 hours? It was all a blur. But he was buried in me and grinding when I decided to ask for more. “Kurt? Will you put in the big PA for me? The 0 gauge that you had in the night we met? I’ve never been fucked by one and I need to feel it.” “You sure? Because it will probably bruise your sigmoid colon a bit,” he said with a touch of concern. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be able to feel you inside me for days after this fuck.” He pulled out slowly and went to his dresser. This was a captive bead PA and he had bought the special tool for popping the ball in and out. With an audible snap, I knew it was in and that I’d soon be feeling it. “This is more than I could have hoped for,” he said during the lull in our fucking. “You’re taking me like a champ, and I’ve already been leaking tons of precum into your cunt. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and you’re helping me edge up one massive load. You’re so getting infected. I don’t care if you are on Prep—it’s not going to be able to save you after this.” “Promises, Promises,” I joked. “Now, play with my nipples as you enter me and get ready to see stars.” It took a bit to get the 0 gauge in me, but in me it went. All the way in me. And yeah, I felt it. The heavy weight of it moving inside me as he thrust into me. The pleasure pain as he drove that ring and ball repeatedly into my second ring. He did work my nipples as he fucked me now, and my hole went crazy on his dick. This set up a steady litany of accolades from him, where extolling my virtues as a professional bottom cock pig. I could tell we were nearing the finale at this point, and truthfully I wasn’t exactly sure how much more my guts could take. Poppers were failing to dull the pain he was punching into me now. “Look at me Kurt,” I commanded. And our eyes locked one last time. “I… I’m pretty sure I love you,” I stammered while staring intently at him. “It was love at first sight. From that first moment our eyes met in the bathroom, I knew. I just… knew.” Kurt was fucking me hard now. “It was inevitable. We were always going to end up here, right here. With you trying to knock me up. Because this connection of ours would not be denied.” His hands were fiercely gripping my hips and he was literally throwing my ass onto his dick. His groin slamming into me with abandon with smacks echoing off the concrete walls in his condo. “You know how much I love you, Kurt?” I grunted out between thrusts. “No. Tell me,” he ground out. “You know how I told you I was on PrEP?” I said, through gritted teeth. “I lied.” He came in me then. With a guttural moan that was somewhere between triumph and anguish, he came. Deeply. And hard. He was planted all the way up inside me when he launched volley after volley after volley of his charged semen into me. And I felt it. Not just the throbbing of his cock up inside me where no man had ever been, but I felt his cum. I felt the shots hit inside. The wet heat. All of it. And somewhere during his orgasm I had my own. My own prodigious load shot everywhere. I felt it hit my face, but it painted me from chin to navel. When he finally stopped cumming (like 2 minutes later, his cock still up in my second ring), he looked down at me with something that looked like sadness in his face. “Is it true?” He asked. “Is it true that I love you?” I said, playing dumb. “Absolutely. I’ve been head over heels for you for months. Since I first saw you.” “No, I mean… the PrEP thing. Is it… true?” I looked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true. I’m not on it. Never was.” Kurt started breathing rapidly and he started to shake a bit. “Oh god. You LIED to me! No no no! Fuck! This is going to be Bo all over again! I can’t handle that. Fuck, what have I done? Oh god, I never should have…” “Hey!” I snapped, and Kurt stopped. “You didn’t do this. I did. I chose. I decided that I wanted you to own me forever, so I let this happen. No. I MADE this happen. And if I had changed my mind, I would have stopped it. It *is* possible to stop Mr. Ferris Buehler, you know.” This elicited a small smile from him. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again. Ever. I promise.” I looked deeply at him so he could see my earnestness. “Ever. And although I look like him, I’m not him. You gotta trust me on this.” He nodded. I was still on my back in the sling and he was still in me at this point, and my load was starting to run everywhere. So, I scooped up what I could from by chest and belly and held it out to him. “If your fertileness is to be believed, this is my last neg load. Take it,” I said. “It’s always the Clark Kent types,” he said with a snort. And without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to my hand and lapped up my cum. Then he held my hand while he slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. “How’s it taste, big guy?” The corners of his mouth twitched a bit before answering. “Positively delicious.” “OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT!” I guffawed. “What?” he shrugged. “If you can quote cheesy movie lines to me, then I’m gonna make puns so bad they’ll give you AIDS.” And then he smiled at me. And it was blinding. * * After our breeding session, he carefully removed my feet from the stirrups and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. Determined to keep him planted inside me forever. He lifted me out of the sling (with my help) and we maneuvered to his bed. With much shuffling and grunting, we managed to scooch all the way up, until I had a pillow under my head, and he was laying with most of his weight on top of me. We kissed slowly and deeply like this for a long time. As we were resting (he was STILL in me, although my hips were starting to cramp at this point), I started thinking about a positional change. “Hey, when do I get to fuck you?” I asked. “I don’t get fucked, I fuck.” He stated. “Although if I were to get fucked, it would be you. You seem to know what you’re doing.” “And you seemed to enjoy watching me fuck those guys,” I said. “I enjoyed MAKING you fuck those guys. There’s a difference. Although I’m sure they liked it. A hot fucker like you dicking them down? Plus you got a pretty good dick on ya for a little guy. Not as good as mine but….” I smacked him and he playfully said “ow”. He chuckled while I made my hole dance on his dick a few times. I grabbed his face and looked at him. “You know, I think I’ve always been a pig. Or more accurately a pig-in-waiting. I was just so focused on being the good boy that everyone wanted me to be. Always so tentative. Afraid to cut loose. I guess I was in some pretty deep denial. Until you. Then it was all ‘Suuuuper Piiiiig’. I guess that makes you my phone booth.” “What’s a ‘phone booth’?” he asked in mock seriousness. It was right after this that I was brought up short by a sudden and paralyzing thought. Once again, my insecurities were rearing their ugly head, and my mind started running unchecked down dark alleys. “Kurt… if you do manage to seroconvert me, is that it then? Party’s over? You move on to another hole and we just become buddies that wave to each other at the clinic or…” my voice trailed off, suddenly fearful. He looked at me like I was an idiot and shook his head. “God I love pozzing up stupid guys! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!” a said with a fakey, evil laugh. Then his face got serious. “Weren’t you listening, silly? I said I wanted to poz you so that I would own you forever. Forever doesn’t mean for the two weeks of daily breeding until you get the fuck flu.” This time it was my turn to nod that I understood. “Daily breeding, you say?” I said, slowly cocking an eyebrow. “With an ass like yours? At least,” he growled as he snuggled into my neck. “Oh! I just had another thought,” I said cheerfully. “Oh god. Is *this* how it’s going to be with you? You ‘thinking’ all the time, asking dumb questions and interrupting snuggies?” he smirked. “Oh, I think you’ll like this one. So, once I pop poz and before I go on meds, how would you like to watch me knock up some guys? I’m thinking maybe like a nice, dumb 18 year old high school jock. Get him good and pregnant before his college career?” “Am I answering your question?” he asked, as his cock rapidly started swelling in my soon to be destroyed (again) ass. And then we kissed. And five very positive years later, we’re still kissing.

He sat waiting in the auditorium. It was his fifth audition in a month. He needed work and he kept getting rejected. Jason was 30 years old. 'Old' in the world of stage performance. He was 5 foot 9, 130 pounds, grey eyes, with dark brown hair, ripped and shredded. The guy on stage was messing up his lines. Yet he had that twinky look, a smile that could melt any man or woman. When the guy finished his audition it was Jason's turn. Afterwards he was walking out to his car. The young twink was on his phone texting and walking. He walked into Jason and knocked him over. 'Hey, watch out where your going grandpa!' Jason couldn't believe this guy. He was the one not looking where he was going. 'Are you okay? What a little cunt.' The director was helping Jason up. He had the most intense hazel eyes. He easily lifted Jason from the ground. He was 5foot7, well built, with big biceps, salt-and-pepper hair, probably in his late forties. His jeans was tight. Jason could see the outline of his cock. It looked thick. 'Jea what a tool. Thanks' Jason felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Shit! He wss going to be late! It was his friend Ted's birthday and he was going to meet some of their friends at a local gay bar. 'I have to go, have a birthday party to go to. See you around.' The man said goodbye and Jason walked to his bike. Jason got to the bar. They were drinking shots and having a good time. A group of guys came in. It was the director and some of his buddies. Their eyes met. It seemed like an eternity that they were staring at each other. Jason only looked away when one of his friends told a particularly funny joke and everyone laughed. He went back to his conversation with his friends. A waiter arrived at their table and delivered a drink to Jason. The waiter said the drink was from a guy at the bar and pointed to the director. Jason went over. He had to thank him. 'Hi, I didn't expect to see you here. Thanks for the drink. I'm Jason'. 'Its a pleasure. I'm Greg. I know you're name. Both of us were at the audition today and I can't forget your performance' Jason felt flattered but he didn't want to get his hopes up. 'So how is the party? Enjoying yourself?'. ' It's okay. And you? Are you also here with friends?'. 'We were actually going to go to a house party. We were just here for pre drinks. But when I saw you I knew I had to buy you a drink. Would you like to come over to my place for a drink?' The way he was smiling and his eyes lured Jason in. 'Sure, let's go'. He smiled back. Greg got an uber. Jason climbed in. He was a bit nervous. He didn't usually hook up randomly. In the past he was in 2 monogamous relationships. The drive was silent and it wasn't long until the uber came round a bend. It was a seafront villa in Sea Point. It was massive. Greg climbed out first and opened the door for Jason. He walked Jason in. They went to the spacious living room. There were lots of paintings against the wall. A projector and screen. The room was filled with antique furniture. In the middle of the room in front of the chaise lounge was a table with a whiskey decanter and an artisanal box that was probably filled with cigars. Jason and Greg had a few drinks and talked about the industry, their backgrounds and interests. During their conversation Greg's phone rang. He excused himself. Jason was feeling mellow from the alcohol but also curious. He walked around the room and looked at the art. He was curious about the artisinal box. He had never had cuban cigars and wanted to confirm if the box contained them. Maybe he could slip cigars into the conversation and try them. 'See you've found my parTy stash' Jason was holding a funny looking pipe with a bulb in his hand. Greg was standing in the doorway. Jason felt guilty for opening the box. 'Im sorry. I thought there were cigars in the box'. 'Not cigars but you can also smoke it. Have you ever smoked weed?' 'Yes, in college. Can you smoke weed in this?' Greg chuckled. 'No, its used to smoke Tina. Have u ever smoked Tina? Jason shook his head. He was still shook from being caught out.' Want to try? Wait, I'll show you how its done' Greg took a small bag filled with crystals out of the box. He filled the pipe with a few shards. He put a lighter under the bulb. Lit it, swiveling the pipe around. He slowly drew in smoke that was starting to fill the bulb. He held his breath for a few seconds and blew out a big cloud. Jason was mesmerized. Before he knew it Greg was holding the pipe out to him. 'Your turn. I'll hold the lighter' Jason put the end of the pipe to his lips. Greg lit the flame. Jason saw the T in the pipe melt. He slowly drew in smoke like Greg did. 'Hold it' He held the smoke in for a bit and later blew out a big cloud. 'Not bad. I'm impressed. But I think you can do better. Let me show you again'. Greg took the pipe inhaling the smoke a bit longer, releasing a thick cloud. He gave the pipe back to Jason. Jason had a competitive streak and even though he hadn't done this before, he wanted to hold his own around Greg. Greg smiled even more. It was going to be even easier than he thought it would be to corrupt this fine piece of ass. He could see that Jason was getting spun. His next shot of T he shotgunned with Jason. Jason liked this. He was itching to kiss this handsome daddy. They locked lips for a few minutes. Both of their hands searching each others bodies. Greg put the pipe back in the box and went back to kissing Jason. Both men were hot from all the rubbing against each other. They removed their shirts. Greg had a hairy chest with nipple piercings. Jason liked the way they looked. Greg was admiring Jason's six pack abs and developed pecs. He pressed Jason against the lounge chair. Jason could feel Greg's hard cock against his groin. It must be even longer and thicker from the dick print he had seen. His own cock felt limp. Which was strange. Yet Jason felt extremely horny. His body felt like it was tingling. Each touch felt intense.

I have a weird relationship with being hungover on a Saturday. I kind of like it. An excuse to mope about, eat shit and watch movies? Why don't I do this every week? I woke up hard and hungover from the night before and checked Grindr. I'm closeted so I don't have a profile pic. Nonetheless someone hits me with a "hi" at like 7am. We talk. He begs for a pic, but he should send one first. He does and it's kind of a cute one. He's slim, white, dark hair and has a perfect looking ass. I get harder. He is only visiting he says, and I send him my pics, he likes what he sees. My average cock but toned body. He asks me to come over; gives me the door code and flat number to the building next door. I throw on a hoody and sweats and make the short trip. I wouldn't normally risk hooking up with someone that I may bump into, but fuck it. My head is spinning and cock is throbbing. Maybe I'm still drunk. Outside I'm kind of anxious. Seems a bit weird him visiting but staying in a flat. Oh well. I enter the door and lock it behind me as per his instructions. He is naked, bent over on the couch, smoking. His perfect, smooth, ass is showing. I get naked. He offers me a cigarette. I decline. Ask if he wants to go to the bedroom. He tells me to take him here. I run my fingers around his hole and he lets out a satisfied groan. My cock is so hard as I run it up and down him. We still haven't said a word to each other. He takes a long drag on his cigarette. I realise I'm going to stink after this. "Fuck m-" he doesn't finish the thought before I thrust into him. His lubed hole clutches my dick and pulls me into him. We gasp together as we fuck bare his moans are slutty, the high pitched, campy yet masculine "uh" "uh". Moves his head up, blowing smoke all around me. I grab his neck and push him down. He likes it. So do I, the smoke was making me gag. We fuck like this for about five minutes before he moves forward off my dick, sits down infront of it, blows smoke all over it and takes it into his mouth. I see a baggie on the side table. Judging by the white powder scattered next to it I don't think weed was inside it. I've never fucked someone like this before. He sucks good. Fucking incredible best I've ever had. But his ass is better. I tell him I want to fuck him more. He pouts and says that his ass hurts a little but assumes the position again. Unsure of what was coming over me, I decided to kiss it better, getting on my knees and diving into his fucked hole, tongue first. He moans and groans and I spank him. He tastes musky, mixed with the smoke it's intoxicating. I could eat him all day. But I stand and plunge my dripping cock into him again. He rolls over and we fuck missionary on the couch. He blows smoke in my face and giggles. The giggles are replaced by moans when I slap his cheek. He wraps his legs around me and milks my cum into his ass, we both let out satisfied moans. I lay on top of him for a moment and he starts stroking. My cock drips out with my load. I sit back and scoop it with my fingers and finger fuck it back into him. He grabs my wrist and bucks wildly as I plunge my fingers in and out of his sloppy hole. He cums. Sits up. Seems dazed. He sucks my cock clean but I don't get hard again. He lies back and spreads his legs. I kneel to pick up my clothes and see his hole... Leaking my cum and gaping slightly. He hooks an ankle around my head and pulls me in. I smile and take a long lick and suck of his freshly fucked, leaking hole. He moans. I let my cum gather on my lips and move up and kiss him hard. I'm pretty sure he passed out after that but I got my clothes on and left, stinking of sex and smoke.

This happened in March 2021– not sure why I didn’t post it then. Despite the delay, I hope you enjoy. I certainly did. Many things have conspired to take me out of the game for a while, not the least of which are a stupid work schedule and COVID. It has been months since I’ve handed my hole over to a random guy to use, but I can’t resist any longer. Perhaps a bit more about me. I’m a mid-forties professional, moderately tattooed, fit, bottom guy who is often told he looks more like 35 (which is very much appreciated I must say). Happily partnered to a great guy with a great and adventurous sex life. We have an open relationship, but we keep it on the downlow as he doesn’t necessarily want to hear all the details of how I crave being used and bred by random tops. Recently, I’ve once again taken to hunting around on the typical apps trying to set something up. I get hit up by an okay number of guys looking for now, but unfortunately, I usually need to plan in advance. I hit the jackpot the other day. Was on bbrt looking around and hot Asian top sent me message. Small framed guy with a hot hard cock with a large mushroom head. After my apologies for not being available at the moment and a few back and forth messages, we discovered we both had a day off the following week and we set a date. We exchanged numbers and texted periodically throughout the week. A great plan was emerging. I would arrive at his place around 9am, strip at the door, and submit all my holes for him to use and breed for the next few hours. A new and exciting wrinkle came about when I asked if he liked to cum multiple times. He replied that he would either need a break between loads during which I could suck him off or if I was craving multiple loads he could invite another top friend. I replied with why choose, I’ll clean and suck you off after blowing your load deep inside while your friend fucks my cum filled hole. He sent pics of his friend – another hot south Asian, built, with a big dick – and said he’d ask if he’d like to join. A few days pass without much chatting, but confirmed that everything still on the night before. The day arrives and I wake early with a raging hard on and that “itch of anticipation” in my hole that always precedes a great fuck. Sluts, you know what I’m talking about! Made coffee, breakfast, helped to get my guy out the door, then into the shower to clean up and out, all before 830am. Texted the guy that I would leave soon and be at his place for 900 as planned. Got a quick reply saying he’d buzz me into his building, his door would be unlocked and I was to walk in a strip immediately. His buddy was running late and would join us when he can. Arrived on time and buzzed his condo number and made my way to the 18th floor – nice building. Found his unit…took a deep breath and opened the door. He was standing in the hallway wearing only track pants with a sizable tent upfront. Looked him straight in the eyes as I pulled off my t-shirt, kicked off my shoes, undid my jeans and dropped them to the floor. “on your knees”. Down I go, he pulls the front of his joggers down revealing a hard, mushroom headed dick. I engulf his dick with my mouth and proceed to work his cock and savour the ample pre-cum flowing from it. After working his for a couple of minutes in the hallway, he pulls out and walks away, telling me to “come with me, I need inside you”. I follow him into his bedroom, he pushes me down onto the edge of his bed, pushes my onto my back while I pull my knees wide and toward my chest revealing my hole. He tosses me a bottle of poppers and proceeds to lube up his cock and my hole. I take a long, slow hit of poppers and just as the rush hits, the mushroom head of his dick is at my hole and with one test thrust he partially breaches my outer ring, then one more thrust forward I feel the full length of his dick slide in. Staring down at me, he bottoms out and I feel his balls resting against my ass. We both relax into the closeness. He continues to stare into my soul as he begins to pull out, then trusts back in, picking up a bit of speed as my hole opens up to accommodate his faster and deeper thrusts. In short order, he is pounding on my hole, pulling all the way out then back in balls deep. This goes on for maybe 15 or 20 min then he pulls out and says sharply “doggy” and I scramble up on my hands and knees in the middle of his bed. I take another hit of poppers, he does the same, and his dick dives straight back into my hole and he continues the assault on my hole. I blissed out and just take it - loving every minute of it with my mind losing focus on everything else except how good his cock feels in my receptive hole. After I don’t know how long, the sound of a buzzing phone pulls me back to reality and his fucking slows as he answers it…”yeah, 1804, come straight into the bedroom”. We both hear his condo door open and the guy fucking me picks up the pace and I start moaning and grunting – presumably to guide the way for the new guy to join us. “Fuck” is all the new guest says as I hear clothes being shucked and a belt buckle hitting the floor. Still haven’t seen him as the door to the bedroom is behind the guy fucking me, but next thing I feel is another body on the bed and he is making his way up toward me. He sits on the pillows in front of me, crotch in my face, with his dark meat quickly stirring to life. I sucked him deep into my mouth and the three of us settled into a good-old fashioned spit roast. His cock grew to nice 8”ish, thick and he was bucking up and shoving it down my throat in unison with the guy behind diving inside. I lost all track of time. They switched places at least three times and by the third switch I had a good gap going. I was nothing other than my holes and the feeling of being used and stretched. Then I felt and heard the tell-tail signs of our host getting close – the prolonged grunts, the shorter, slower jabs in my hole, the intense focus - all as he tried to elongate the feeling on being on the edge, then finally he goes in balls deep and unloads. I briefly stop sucking the dark meat in front of me to focus on the feeling of warmth and fullness that was emerging deep inside, and fuck, our host must have unloaded a third of a cup deep in my hole. I felt full, warm, and so much a slut. He slides around a couple minutes when the other guy announced “my turn”. Our host pulls out, I do my best to clamp my hole shut to keep his gift where it belongs, but a little dribble out and down my balls as his mushroom-sized head escapes. After some rearranging on the bed, out hosts slime covered cock is at my lips and the head of our guest’s cock is resting at my hole. They must have coordinated as they both moved forward at the same point to fill me. I diligently cleaned every inch of the hosts cock, savouring the sweet/salty mix of cum, lube and ass. “Fuck, I can’t hold it” draws my attention back to the fat dick in my full ass as he then starts to buck forward and the grunts coincided with an ever increase feeling of fullness. His orgasm must have lasted a good minute with him staying buried inside randomly bucking forward and grunting. He pulls out and says “thanks man”, which I realized wasn’t directed at me, but our host, making me feel like a piece of meat. He starts dressing, then was out the door. Our host is also up off the bed saying “we’ll do this again” and starts pulling up his track pants. I take the hint that I have fulfilled my purpose and get up off the bed, straining to keep everything inside, then back to the hallway to dress. “See ya”, was all that was said as I opened door to leave. Got in my car to head home feeling relaxed and slutty. I was not successful at keeping all the loads inside and by the time I got home there was an enormous wet spot on my jeans the car wreaked of cum – heaven! When finally home, I cleaned the upholstery, aired out the car, and then settled in to play with my well used hole and write this out.

I was back in the bookstore today. In theory I was supposed to meet a guy for some nipple torture but he didn't show so I was left to my own devices. When I go to the bookstore I tend to spend most of my time in the dark room. Today I started in the room next to the dark room and took off my clothes then walked into the dark room with just my tennis shoes and socks. It was fairly crowded in there; I felt hands squeezing my ass and tits, grabbing my dick, squeezing my balls and a couple of horny fuckers who slid a finger straight into my fuck hole. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark so this went on for a while until some anonymous fucker bent me over and started stabbing me with his cock. Not a big dick but clearly horny. Tons of precum sliding all over my ass cheeks while he was looking for my hole and then self-lubing till he blew a nice load in about 5 or 6 strokes. He pulled out right away and off he went. I hit my poppers and could make out a few shapes in the dark. Most of the crowd was lumped around the first couch on the right. (I couldn't really see it in the dark but I know the room and from the sounds of sucking and moaning I started to pick out a path around the left side to another couch in the back of the room. I felt a strong arm around my waist and I was propelled past the other guys in the middle to the couch in the back. His hand slid from my waist to my ass cheek and he started to squeeze them while saying "Oh yeah is- you got nice meat." He slid a finger into my ass crack and poked straight up my pussy. I moaned a little and hit my poppers while he explored. He pinched my nipples and slid a hand under my ass to squeeze my balls for a bit then eased me over onto the couch. I slid both knees onto the cushions and shoved my ass toward him while I dropped my head. I felt a nice long 8 plus inch cock slapping the top of my ass then I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the wheeze of a lube squirt. His cock slid straight into my eager ass. I think he was waiting for me to whine or twist but I pushed back hard against his cock and felt his balls slap against my ass. "Fuck yeah," he whispered. "Take it, bitch." He started thrusting balls deep and faster and it hurt at first but I never let on. Just moaned because I knew I would be used to it in a minute or two. He slammed into me for a few minutes then stopped. I thought he had come then I heard his voice growl in my ear. "Nice meat. You like that, bitch?" "Yes" I whispered. "Give me your load." "You on Prep?" "No," I said. He laughed a little and pulled out. A few seconds later I felt his raw dick thrusting deep into my bare ass. He was going to give me the load. He started going faster and I felt his hands rub up my legs then down to my socks. After the third time he pulled off my right shoe and sock and grabbed my bare foot. Then he took off the left one. I felt him squeezing my feet before he lifted them up and shoved his cock even harder. My legs went up in the air until it was like he had turned me into a wheelbarrow. My head was shoved down into the cushions of the couch and my ass was up in the air getting plowed by his huge cock. My legs were his handles and he stroked me until I felt his cock start to twitch. He shot a load deep into my guts then collapsed on top of me. I could still feel his cock twitching and cum started to run out of my ass onto my shaved balls. In a minute or so, he dropped my feet onto the cushion and pulled out. There was a crowd around us and several guys had their flashlights on his cock, which was still mostly hard and the jizz dribbling out of my ass when he pulled out. In a second he was gone. The lights went off before I could find my socks but I did manage to locate both shoes. A friendly fellow bottom who had watched the whole thing ate the cum out of my ass while pinching my nips. My first time as a wheelbarrow and I can honestly say I carried a nice load.

(This story was identified as having been written by the same guy who wrote about his conversion at a hotel party in South Beach.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey guys, here's my most recent gift giving adventure. Two nights ago I met a hot kid at a club I don't usually go to, mostly because the crowd tends to be more preppy, and less manly than I prefer, but a buddy of mine twisted my arm so I went. I was having an okay time until we were dancing and bumped up against this kid who was no taller than 5'5" but built like a gymnast and wearing no shirt. He looked like he wasn't old enough to be in the place, but somebody must have liked his look cause he was out there dancing and obviously drinking as well. He kind of rocked back and forth in a real sexy way. I could tell he had noticed me ‘cause he kept turning around to display his ass and chest to me whenever we were facing each other. This went on for about a half hour until finally I smiled, which he took as a cue to get real friendly. Next thing I knew he was pushing his cute little bubble butt up against my crotch and we're dirty dancing. It was fucking hot. I love dirty dancing almost as much as I love hot raw sex... well not really... but it makes for awesome foreplay. Anyway, it wasn't long before he asked if I'd like a drink. My buddy had already gotten tangled up in a group of half a dozen twinkies on the dance floor so I didn't feel guilty abandoning him or anything. As we headed to the bar, my new-found dance partner introduced himself as ‘Chip’. He told me he had just turned 21 and was celebrating being legal with some of his college buddies. He told me he was studying to be a pilot and had only had sex a couple of times with buddies in his dorm. We drank a couple of rounds, danced some more and wound up in his jeep about a half hour before the place would have closed. We went to my place since I live alone and we wouldn't have to worry about roommates or anything. As soon as we were in my living room, asked if I liked to party. I replied “Who doesn't?" He told me he'd never tried crystal and was anxious to lose his Tina virginity. I inwardly smiled and gave him some. Then we went up on the roof of my building and smoked a joint to kind of cut the effect of the crystal since it was already so late. I could tell Chip was really feeling it. He was really muscular but at 5'5", stuff goes to your head a lot faster. He just looked at me and said, "God, I am so fucked up right now." He asked me to take him downstairs and we went down into my bedroom. He said he wanted a backrub so I had him stretch out naked on my bed and I got a bottle of baby oil from the dresser. In my underwear I started rubbing him down and he started moaning and grinding his hot bubble but up at my hands. It was really hot. Every time my hands would run past his crack, he'd slightly part his legs a little more, hoping to give me a peek at his pink little fuck hole. When I saw it I wanted it bad. As I rubbed the oil into his back and thick thighs, I leaned my face closer to his boy butt so I could smell the musky man scent of his blonde furry hole. He turned his head toward me and said, "Do you like to buttfuck?" I tried not to laugh. Do I like to buttfuck?! Hell yeah! He asked me to put on a condom, which I did, (even though I really didn't want to) and I slid into him real slow. He grimaced and complained that it hurt and asked me to pull out. I was starting to worry that the whole night was gonna turn out to be a bust. Had I misread this boy? Had I accidentally picked up a dud in the bottoming department? I told him to try sitting on it, suggesting it might be easier. We tried that way but still he whined and grimaced and pulled right off my dick as soon as it went in him even an inch. I was getting frustrated but tried not to show it cause the kid was so young and I didn't want to be a jerk. "I'm sorry. I guess this isn't gonna work," he apologized as he reached back and removed the condom. Then he looked me in the eye, keeping his hole right on top of my dripping cockhead and said, "Too bad, bud. 'Cause you know I really did want to feel your dick way up inside me tonight. It being my birthday and everything. And I bet you wanted to feel yourself sliding way up into me too, huh?" I just nodded as he talked and noticed that as he was talking about how disappointed he was not to have been able to take me inside his ass, he was gently rocking back and forth over the tip of my cock so that ever so slowly my raw cock was entering him. When the head of my cock popped past his sphincter, he got this glazed sexy horny look on his face and he just sort of parted his little lips without saying anything. But I knew by the look in his eyes, what was happening. He wanted it raw. Taking him up on his offer, I slid deeper into him. He leaned back onto it, me pushing up slightly to ease the way inside. It was so hot to feel his hungry hole gripping my dripping cock. I had to start fucking. And fuck we did. Eventually I slid him over onto his back, fucking really hard and deep. When I started to get close, I heard him moaning, "Don't come in me, okay? Just don't come in me." "Don't what?," I asked, timing my questions with each inward thrust. "Don't come in me." "Don't what?" I asked, again waiting for him to give the proper answer. "Come in me," he filled in. "Don't what?" "Come in me." "Don't what?” "Come in me!" "What?” "Come in me. I want your load. Come in me! Come in me!" And he pulled my hard bubble butt towards him as I erupted deep into his hot waiting fuck hole. He smiled so broadly as he felt me sperming him. His little boy cock shot all over his furry chest. He was so glad to have gotten the best birthday gift a boy could dream for. Later the next day after I'd fucked him two more times, once in the shower and once in the alley behind my place, he asked if I was positive. I answered honestly. I asked if he knew his HIV status and he said, "Now I do." With that he kissed me goodbye, hopped into his jeep and drove off.

That tight young ass is pretty to look at, but I'm not interested in breaking anyone in. The last young guy i fucked was so tight it wasn't enjoyable at all... Almost painful. Told him I'd only agree to fuck him again if I could be 3rd or 4th in line so hopefully he'd be loosened up a bit. I want ass that's had enough cock in it that I know it truly loves getting fucked as much as I love fucking it.

@PhoenixGeoff, enjoyed your wit and i think @AirmaxUK makes some great points. i tend to agree that finding people IRL is the better option for the gay community... or for the whole concept of 'community' in general. When i think about it, the age group referenced in the OP is the first generation to be raised with all the apps and tech as part of their 'IRL', so they do not have the same foundation or frame of reference that those of us who came out during the cruise park era have. I love and miss the kind of connections/consent PG speaks of, that somehow seemed primarily, if not uniquely, gay. i have countless examples of such sexploits. i was driving down a busy road one day and a guy pulls up next to me and glances over. Our eyes met (that was all) and he pulled up in front of me and i followed him into a Burger King parking lot. He went in to BK, i followed him into the restroom. He locked the door behind me, i dropped my pants and he bent me over and bred me, pulled up his pants without either of us ever speaking a word, unlocked the door and left. i had to scramble to lock the door behind him so i could get my pants up lol. Gaydar has been replaced by Grindar. Gaydar didn't always work, but then, neither does Grindar, and i got a hell of a lot more sex, and faster, cruising than i ever have using apps. i say that, but to be honest, it may not be entirely true, i got a lot of anonymous walk in sex from CL, but it always took longer than cruising. And, i never experienced a "no show" or "ghost" at a restroom glory hole. i also remember being the 18 year old in the restroom gazing longingly through a glory hole. At that age, i was still caught in a cultural/religious web of self rejection, but i'd still go to restrooms to read the writing on the walls and be near other guys who wanted what i did. i know that same culture still exists, even in the 21st century. We did just have an openly anti gay vice president for 4 years and half the US population put him in office, so it makes sense that being the kid of one of those people is gonna involve some challenges to self acceptance if you happen to be on the other side of their wall. We see the differences, but we do not have their perspective any more than they have ours. Media (not just 'social,' but movies, tv shows) has certainly changed, but take a look who the writers are, and they are all still mostly middle aged white guys writing the scripts for "kids." Kids watch and learn, but they also learn from their parents, so there's likely a mixed message in many of their lives. Things were getting better for gays when i was a kid, but it took awhile for it to undo the conditioning i had from religion and my parents.

This isn't new - I've seen this kind of thing going on since I started out in the mid 90's. The tech we carry with us makes it easier and worse: I've seen people using the torch function on their mobile or smartwatch to illuminate a dark room. The apps seem to push this. A point I've made elsewhere, search filters are binary - you set them up to find a 20-39 yr old tattooed top poz muscle bear into bondage and watersports and it will filter all the non matching profiles out leaving a handful of perfect matches. Truth is there are a ton of guys who match 80% of your criteria who get filtered and you miss the opportunity and experience of engaging them. I've never been a fan of the pup scene - it doesn't turn me on because for see it seems to lack the sleazy edge that more traditional fetish scenes are built upon. It's a "Disney" fetish - sanitised and acceptable. I've always held the opinion that what we see in porn, read on the forums here, and experience in interactions with profiles on sites like BBRT, NKP, BZ etc is 90% fantasy and 10% reality - and getting guys to jump from the fantasy to the reality is REALLY hard. In my opinion you have to find your people IRL - the bars, clubs, or cruising spots where they hang out. Lockdowns made that hard, but it's beginning to recover a bit.

I prefer older men - and if the ass is hairy HELL YES.

I don't have a problem with older guys. What i have a problem with is older guys who try to fool themselves into think they're still in their 20's and still as hot as they used to be. I see more of them striking out than the guys who accept themselves as they are. You can botox your face but you're still going to look the same age "with a botox face". The same with telling plastic surgery. All it looks like is someone older trying to pull off someone younger. You're not fooling anyone but yourself. The most attractive older guys to me are the guys who are living their age, not trying to live as if they're years younger when they're really not. And if you're using meth in your 50's and 60's, that's not hot, that's just a problem, and not an attractive problem.

I went back a few Sundays later and was surprised to find a skinny blonde twink jerking his rock solid cock at the urinals. I went to the one next to him and started to stroke. “hey mr” he said. I asked if he knew what he was doing as poz guys came here. He said he’d guessed as much but pointed to his cock and said “the snake needs it, I’m a cumslut and I love the risk – got any lube”. I said I didn’t. “Good, gives me an excuse”. With that he went to the bin, fished out a used condom and emptied it into hole, then took another and spread it on his checks. At that I said “wow, u do wanna get pozzed”. At that moment my bear walked in and chuckled saying “who wants to get pozzed cause I’m yer man”. The twink took off his tee-shirt revealing perfect abs and rushed to the bear and hugged him saying “me daddy, poz me, please knock me up, I beg you”. The bear took him into a cubical, bent him over, told him to sniff some poppers and then slipped his huge meaty cock in. The bear said “this is gonna be the load – sure you want it lad”. He said “I need cum!”. The bear growled and said “this load will make you a man – you ready for it – tell me what you need”. “I’m gagging for cum, I want your poz cum, I need your man juice, give me your babies”. The bears growls got louder and his thrusts got harder and he grunted “yes boy, take me in you, “ The twink shot hands free and moaned “daddy I can feel you filling me – thank you sir”. The bear kissed and the twink kissed passionately then the bear invited the lad back to his place. The bear placed the lads teeshirt in the twinks mouth for him to carry like a dog and they headed off leaving me gagging for it…!

Hope y’all don’t mind a building chapter. More an exploration of Daddy Fag’s acceptance of who is. Chapter 6 Leon said to go to his place around 6PM if I wanted my ring back. I tried to get him to meet somewhere public so he could just give me the ring and I could go home, but he said his place or nothing. I told my wife I was going to have some beers with some friends. The cum on the driver’s seat had now dried. I really should have cleaned that up earlier. But there was something about sitting on my dried cum that turned me on. I don’t know why but I really made an effort in getting dressed for going to Leon’s and tried to look as faggy as possible. I was wearing denim shorts that I rolled up so they were above my knee and a tank I wore when I used to go to the gym. I put on a pair of bonds briefs that I don’t wear too often and when I was thinner, they were a bit tighter and hugged my little cock. I parked outside Leon’s in my car and sat there for 15 minutes trying to build up the courage to go inside. I don’t think I scared of what might happen but scared that nothing might happen.I know it was wrong but I wanted his toxic cock in me again. I could have gotten lucky last night and not have been infected. I was playing with fire. I knocked on the front door. My face dropped when I saw it wasn’t Leon who answered. It was his other roommate I saw on the couch last night. He was even shorter than Jack by a good few inches and a twink like Leon, slim but not as toned as Leon. He was wearing a pair of very short pink gym shorts, a white mesh crop top and a pair of pink converse hi tops. He had floppy bleached blonde hair, a septum piercing with a little pink stone dangling off it and the thickest fullest lips I’d seen on a guy. He looked about Leon’s age. He certainly had a style and it worked. “Umm hi, is Leon here?” I asked, feeling nervous in front of this hot twink. “Hii Daddy, Leon just popped out for a second but you can come in, I’m charlie” he said with a bubbly lilt and a cute smile. He grabbed my hand and led me to the couch, as he turned I saw it again, that pink scorpion tattoo on his lower back just above his ass, a tramp stamp. Except this one was a little different, the tail bent downwards instead of upwards. He lightly pushed me down into the small two seater couch and sat down next to me legs crossed like he was sitting on the ground facing me. He seemed really enthusiastic about me being there. “So tell me Daddy. How was your first time taking Leon’s Dom dick?” He said all attention on me, placing his hands on my thigh. “Does everyone in this house know what happened?” I said nervously. “Ummm how could we not? You were moaning like a little slut last night hun” he said cheekily. I looked at him nervously. “Don’t worry Daddy, we’re not gonna tell your wife. Your secret’s safe with us” he said trying to reassure me. “Look I just came to pick something up” I said trying to change the subject. “It’s not your fault, you know. Leon is impossible to resist, whether you know about his magic seed or not” Charlie said like he was under a spell. “So come on how was it? The first time is always so magical”. I started to remember last night and Charlie was right. It was magical. Possibly the best night of my entire life. “Honestly I was in pain, I felt degraded and used but it was the best sex I’ve ever had” I admitted to Charlie and myself. “I love that for you Daddy and knowing that you will carry a part of him within you for the rest of your life! How lucky are we?” Charlie said excitedly. Charlie had definitely drunk the Kool-Aid but a part of me agreed with him entirely. “So Leon infected you too?” I asked. “Oh no Daddy! He didn’t infect me. He gave me a gift, he liberated me” Charlie said seriously. “Because of Leon I can be who I was always meant to be. Who I was born to be. And now so can you Daddy”. Charlie leaned in and kissed me on the lips, deeply and softly. I wasn’t expecting that. His lips were so soft and the kiss so gentle. Nothing like the way Leon and Jack kissed me. I kissed him back, our tongues softly exploring each others mouths. “You see Daddy, you and I, we are the same. We are both beta faggots at the service of real men like Leon. And now because of his special gift we are both connected. We are both brothers brought together in the service of Leon” Charlie said like he’d known me his entire life. “But how can it be a gift, my life will never be the same, its ruined” I said defiantly. “I went through the exact same thing when I realised what I let Leon do to me. But think of it this way after I had accepted his gift and let him pulse through me forever there was no cock I could be afraid of. I was free to explore anything and everything my beta fag desires needed. And I've never looked back” Charlie said without an ounce of regret. As Charlie’s words floated around in my head I got a wave of excitement. All my desires I’d had since highschool, all the filthy fantasies I’d had filled my brain. My little dick got hard. “Hehe looks like my words have really resonated with you” Charlie quipped grabbing my rising cock. I’d never been around someone so comfortable with their sexuality before, it was a little shocking but also exciting. “Haha yeah I guess” I said a bit embarrassed. “Leon loves little dick Daddies, no wonder he took a shine to you” Charlie said, still rubbing my cock. I got a bit embarrassed and blushed a little. “Aww don’t be shy about it Daddy! All the best beta faggots have tiny dicklets. It’s an outward sign of inferiority to real men like Leon and Jack, and my boyfriend Troy” Charlie said, noticing my embarrassment. “You’re just like me and if you’re lucky you won’t have to worry about your little dick distracting you from your true purpose. Like me”. With that Charlie jumped off the couch and dropped his shorts to the floor. I looked down at this hairless crotch and saw he was wearing a little pink plastic chastity cage with his balls high and tight. “I haven’t cum from jerking my little sissy cock in over 8 months, I’m only allowed to cum from my ass” he said proudly. “I’m so lucky my boyfriend is my keyholder to keep the temptation away”. He pulled his shorts back up, but first he pulled up a pair of white lace panties with his cock cage straining against the tight panties. Charlie jumped back on to the couch and put his hand back on my cock. “Don’t worry Daddy we’ll have you locked up soon enough” he giggled. “I can’t wait for you meet my boyfriend”. The front door clicked. I had enjoyed my conversation with Charlie but my excitement had built to see Leon again. My heart was racing. My heart dropped a little as I realised it wasn’t Leon. In walked a tall man probably in his late 20s with dark olive skin. His hair was black and cropped with a tight fade. His thighs were like tree trunks and he had some of the biggest biceps I’d seen in real life. He was wearing short black gym shorts and you could tell he was packing. Out the sides of his loose fitting singlet he had well developed pecs. “Troy!!” Charlie screamed with a high pitched squeal leaping off the couch and jumping into his arms. Charlie wrapped his legs around Troy, climbing him like a tree. Troy wrapped his arms around him and started kissing him passionately while slipping his hands down the back of Charlie’s shorts and playing with his ass. They made out for what seemed like a minute, barely coming up for air. I cleared my throat and Charlie looked up. “Oh where are my manners” Charlie apologised still in Troys arms. “Troy this is Daddy, Daddy this is my boyfriend Troy”. I stood up from the couch “Umm Brian” I corrected sticking out my hand to shake Troy’s. “You must Leon’s latest conquest” Troy said in a deep commanding voice. He stuck his hand out, but instead of shaking mine he grabbed my crotch. “Another little dick fag. Leon certainly has a type” Troy said confidently. I paused for a moment before replying “Yes Sir”. I don’t know where that came from but it felt natural and right in his presence.

A bit of a different chapter but all part of Daddy fag’s journey. Don’t be afraid to comment your thoughts x Chapter 5 I pulled up outside my house. It had been 90 minutes since I messaged my wife that I was on my way home. Fuck. Thankfully she has her own car cause I left a wet cum stain on the driver’s seat. My night of indiscretion and liberation leaking out of my ass. I quietly opened the door half expecting my wife to be waiting in the living room, but the coast was clear. I snuck past the Master bedroom and could hear her quietly snoring and made my way to the family bathroom, no way was I risking the ensuite. I ran the shower nice and hot as I peeled away my pants, clinging to my ass from the cum. I leaned over slightly back towards the mirror and spread my ass cheeks. My hole looked red and puffy, a clear sign of tonight’s relentless fucking. I gently touched my hole and it stung, pushing my fingers in slightly. They were immediately coated in the pinky cummy slime. I couldn’t help myself. I scooped as much as I could and brought my fingers to my lips. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of my destroyed ass. I jumped in the shower and soaped myself up to wash away tonight’s evidence. As I began to wash my newly broken-in ass I couldn’t help but remember how powerful Leon’s cock felt invading me. Who knew this unassuming twink could be so dominant and so intoxicating. As my fingers rubbed against my sore hole my tiny prick jumped to attention, fuck hadn’t he cum enough tonight. I had to feel it again, my little cock was demanding it. I started by slipping my index finger in and I was surprised just how easily my hole gave way. Quickly I had three fingers in my ass rubbing and stretching my hole. It hurt and stung, but in a good way, it was almost comforting. As much as I tried I couldn’t reach my prostate. My fingers just weren’t long enough. I noticed a bottle of conditioner in the soap caddy, it was a bit shorter than Leon’s cock and less girthy. I grabbed it and squirted some conditioner into my hand. I lubed up the bottle and steadied myself against the shower wall. The tip of the bottle slid in fairly easy but getting the rest in wasn’t as easy. Whereas a hard cock has some movement to it, this bottle was completely straight and was staying that way. I remembered what Leon said about relaxing like I was going to the toilet. Fuck it, I’m the shower what’s a bit of mess. I relaxed and as I did the bottle started to slip in. After a few minutes there were a couple of inches left to go and I could feel the top of the bottle gently pressing against my prostate. My little dick twitched as I hit my prostate. God that felt good. My ass stung as the bottle sat there, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. I found if I tapped the bottom of the bottle it would gently press back and forth against my prostate, sending my little cock wild. As I tapped away fervently memories of my evening came flooding back. The way Leon called me Daddy Faggot, how is thick twink cock felt fucking my ass mercilessly, how hard I got when he said he was poz and realising I might get infected. Fuck did my little cock just get harder thinking about that, no I can’t want that. My negative thoughts vanished as I recalled the way Jack choked me out and called me Leon’s sloppy seconds. I couldn’t jerk my cock as I had to steady myself with one hand and tap the bottle with the other. But I didn’t need to. I could feel my little prick swelling and getting close just from the bottle in my ass. I remembered how good Leon’s cock felt inside me, pushing back and forth past my prostate and how good his hot toxic load felt exploding into my ass. I remembered how passionately he kissed me as we flopped down on the bed together. How good it felt to kiss another man, it felt nothing like the way I kissed my wife, I felt alive. With that last thought and realisation my little cock spasmed and I felt weak at the knees. It felt like an orgasm but nothing came out. Waves of pleasure passed through my body as I continued to tap and prolong the feeling. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had but clearly I was spent from tonight’s events. After I calmed down from my shower cum I slowly pulled the bottle out of my ass. I felt empty again and my ass stung as the steam from the shower filled my hole. A stream of pink cum flowed after the bottle was removed, I once again scooped some out and devoured it. I guess I was a cum hungry fag. A cum hungry Daddy faggot. I smiled. I finished cleaning out my ass and washed the bottle the best I could. After toweling off and admiring my wrecked hole again I stuffed my cummy pants and underwear into a plastic bag. I hid it in my study before creeping into bed. --- When I woke up late the next morning my wife grilled me on where I had been. I lied as best I could and made some bullshit excuse of cops pulling up next to my car as I was trying to come home. I’m not sure she bought it but I’m sure she has no idea as to what actually happened that night. I lay in bed replaying the night’s events in my head. Not one but two cocks filling my once virgin ass. I slowly jerked my prick but it felt nowhere near as good as when my prostate was being smashed by Alpha cocks. In then hit me that I had taken not one but two poz loads in my ass. What had come over me, it was only a matter of time before the truth would come out. I started googling HIV symptoms. If I was infected I should expect a short flu in a few weeks. I started preparing my story in my head to explain it all away. *ding ding* A message popped up from a number I didn’t recognise. Leon: Thanks again for last night Daddy fag. How’s your ass feeling this morning. Oh and thanks for the gift xx It was Leon. Gift? What did he mean? *ding ding* A picture message came through of Leon with my wedding ring on a chain around his neck making a kissy face and winking. Fuck it must have fell out of my pocket as I put my pants back on. I messaged him back straight away. Me: Please I need that back. My wife would kill me. Leon: Well you know where to find it Daddy faggot xx It seemed I’d be seeing Leon again much sooner than I had imagined.

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

Part 2 (Getting pozzed for science) Being in a start-up, the meeting would short and decisive. The other men invited was the development team compose of Jason, Frank and Dan. Adam explain his plan to counter act the HIV virus permanently. Not into getting the technobabble, essentially, a person without the virus would be mark with a protein/DNA marker. Then, the virus would be introduced into that person to serve has an incubator. Once the viral load presence is confirmed, that person would be injected with a second protein/DNA marker and a synthetic, custom designed, immune system. The person with that treatment would become carrier of HIV but completely immune to the virus. He would also have plasma/immune system that could be donate to people that are positive or having AIDS. Any other strains HIV that immune person would contract would also integrate into the genetics make up of the synthetic immune system. Adam thinking :*The beauty of that treatment is the man who carry that immune system would be able to fuck another man and give him that immunity. The newly “repoz” man would develop a new immune system that negate the virus. He would still have the equivalent of the fuck fever again and be carrier of the virus but won’t be able to transmit it by sex or nor blood transfusion. That man would be able to fuck the virus out of other people. * Omitting certain part of his plan to team, they discussed the methodology and the logistic of the project. In secret, Adam was already preparing plans of the other STDs. Meanwhile, he imagines himself very ripe with a deep red biohazard tattoo on his muscular belly and another on his ball sack. That night Adam went to the gym where he met Cronus. It was empty besides the owner and Cronus. Each time the owner had to let him in. Adam took the opportunity to ask why the looks empty. The owner: It quite simple, only permanent members can get in without verification. Adam: Well, I got in without any kind of verification, I remember last week was my first time and I paid you and got in. The owner took almost a minute looking at him, from his head to his feet: Oh, don’t worry about the verification. Adam thinking: *Ok, he lets in only the men who turns him on…* Adam: What is your name? The owner: Antoni. Adam: Nice to meet you. Adam went directly next to Cronus and start his training with weights. When we got sweaty, he looks around, the gym is still empty, then removed his t-shirt. *There is no windows.* Cronus took a long look and his hot sweaty chest, the gym owner doesn’t seems to bother at all. After another set, his erection was too much for his trunks and a loud crack was heard in the gym. There were ruined. *Meh, why not just removed them 😊*. Adam removed his ruined trunks and went completely naked. He looks himself in the mirror in front of him and flex a bit. *Let’s be bold then*. He begun a series of Kegel exercise with his hard on. A small “tod” could be heard every time his hard cock hits belly. Droplets of his precum hitting the mirror in front of him Cronus: Adam, could you watch this for me? Adam turns and see Cronus naked next to him, sitting on a fold bench with a huge veiny erection. Adam: I will make it disappear. Without a word, Adam went to sit on Cronus cock. He used his precum to lube his ass. It wasn’t enough and it felt quite painful went it went down. Cronus piercing has ripped a bit of his insides. He tooks deep breath and kissed Cronus. After a moment, Adam slowly rides Cronus bare dry cock. In a faint whisper, Adam tells him he wants him to go off meds. Cronus : Continue Adam, a bit louder: I want you to become my Dad. Adam: I want your toxic DNA to impregnate me, shoot your fertile load deep in me. The riding intensif. Adam sees Antoni on the other side of gym naked jerking off. That guy looks like a beef of muscles, but he has the cock of beef too. It must be 12 inches long and as thicker than a can of beer. Adam: seed my ass! I want your babies! I want to give you grandsons! Then Adam kept repeating louder and louder to poz him. Adam: poz me! Poz me! POZ ME! Cronus let out a guttural roar and pushed his cock as deep as possible inside Adam’s ass while releasing his load. Adam could feel Cronus pulsating in him despite having his ass on fire. After, Adam kiss Cronus and grind his sweaty chest with cock until he cums, showering both himself and Cronus with his warm semen. Still sitting on Cronus, Adam told him seriously: Adam: I’m not joking, go off meds and contact me until your viral load his about 500 000 and a 1 000 000. I want to become your son. Cronus: That will require several months off meds. Adam: Don’t worry I have a plan. With that Cronus was still hard inside Adam and was riding him again. Cronus: You will be my son, take my toxic semen. Adam: Yes, poz me! Finally, Cronus shoot his second load inside Adam. As Adam remove himself of Cronus, he could a trail of blood on Cronus cock and balls. Cronus : We must have rip something, I hope it doesn’t freak you out. Adam: No, it’s perfect. Adam took Cronus t-shirt and his clothes. When he got close the entrance of the gym, where Antoni usually sits, Adam sees a trail of semen shot from his direction. There were spots everywhere. With his index, he swipes some to taste: *mmm sweet* Antoni look at him the entire time. Antoni: Thanks for cuming, I hope to see you again. Oh, if you need someone off meds, I have exactly what you need here. Saying that Antoni grab the root of cock and jerk it over his clothes. Adam: Thanks, but in the meantime, maybe you could refill my water bottle with your electrolytes 😉 . He put the bottle next to Antoni, then left the gym with his towel to cover his genitals. Prelude to chapter 3 Adam starts the experiment and get into whole family. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I love comments, feel free to leave several. I’m open to critics as long as they are constructive. Otherwise, for those positive off meds men who are reading this, please send me a private message if you are looking to pass your DNA and procreate a new son.

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Disclaimer : This is a work of science fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. If this or the subjects specified in tags offend you, please stop reading now. English is not my first language, send me a Private message with corrections if the mistakes bug you too much. It is also the first time I’m writing this kind of stories. I hope you like the concepts. Tags : Breeding, pozzing, sci-fi, HIV, sounding, watersports, conversion, bareback, body modifcation. Introduction: Adam is a muscular 6.8 ft tall, dark heavily haired. His shoulders are wide, and his skin has permanent tanned hue. After doing his PhD in genetics and virology, he started a small but profitable genetics lab with few highly qualified men and women. He spends his funded PhD doing genetics and virology research about HIV. Mainly to find ways to modify the virus the render it inoffensive. Despite not finding any direct way to achieve that objective, he got enough papers published to graduate and gather enough investors in his start-up. That odd career path is purely coincidental because since he was a teenager, Adam was interested in genetics and … breeding has much as possible. He dreamed of having a plethora of kids. Even that dream, that intense feeling came from a specific thing. Adam is a chimera, his body absorbed organs of his dead twin while he was in his mother’s womb. They were 3 in that womb, his twin brother who is alive and well, his stillborn twin brother and him. Obviously unwillingly, he absorbed the reproductive organs, the testicles, prostate, and the other organs that produce seminal fluids, but only one big cock. Thus, at the very since he is born, he has 4 testicles and twice number of organs to create semen. Those organs went hypertrophied when he was a teenager, probably due to the excess of hormones. It left him with the permanent small belly just above bladder. When he become an adult, his gym intense training gave him an appearance of wide muscular belly. Each time he orgasms, he ejaculates enough cum to overflow a beer bottle. He has a pierced cock of 9 inches long, when it is soft it lays on huge ball sack, each ball is the size of a chicken egg. His ball sack is the size of a large grapefruit, give him the appearance of wearing a large cod piece. If he does not put something to absorb the excess precum near his cock head, it will leak through his underwear revealing that he is not wearing a cod piece. The only way he found to control his breeding urges was to spend his energy at the gym. He knew anyway that people are attracted to muscular men. It also gives him the opportunity to have fun with hung men in the locker room. He loves the smells of sweat from others. Hoping other people would be attracted to him that way, he rarely washes his gym t-shirt and trunks. Part 1 (Contains the prelude of the “pozzing” stories) Adam kept going to the gym when he wasn’t busy with the job. Since he was new in town, he tried several gyms in the area. One day, as he gets in, he sees a man in his early 50s, an experience gym rat by the size of his muscles. The gym is also empty, the reason? He smells a lot, a thick manly odour of sweat and musk. Adam is surprised that that man wasn’t kicked out, the gym owner was present, it seems that the pungent manly odour didn’t bother the owner. The owner was very easy to spot, a beef of muscles, a man you would see in a strongmen competition. Adam being attracted by mature man’s odour, he went next to him to continue his training. He had a little chat with him, learning that his name was Helios but his nickname was Cronus due to his Greek origins and appearance. He is gay and single, also he packs an impressive bulge. As they train, Adam sees parts of a tattoo showing on his belly near his bulge. It seems to be a red biohazard tattoo. To Adam, it’s hot and attractive, but doesn’t really matter since he is on PREPP. Soon, Cronus went to the bathroom, Adam quickly follows him hoping for some actions. Cronus is at a urinal, a bit surprised to be followed by Adam, especially since Adam comes right next to him. Adam tries to look at Cronus’s cock, he was hard and not pissing. Adam: Do … you … need some help? Cronus looks around to be sure there are alone. Cronus: Well if you offer it… Cronus turns and shows his 10 inches hard uncut cock, it is pierced at the middle of the gland, passing through it. It was very pungent, a warm aura/smells of dried semen and stale piss. Adam couldn’t resist and went right away to suck it with every intention to get his juicy load to swallow. As carefully enjoy licking and play with his cock, Adam passed his other hand underneath Cronus’s t-shirt. He was hairy like a gorilla, a nice mix of white and jet-black hair. Adam saw more closely his tattoos. Cronus’s biohazard tattoo has his nickname written in red in the middle, at the bottom 3 names: Hades, Poseidon and Atlas. **He went full Greek mythology I see**. Adam keeps sucking him also licking clean the gland head and the shaft. “Adam… I will …cum…” Adam grabs him by his glutes and deepthroat until his chin reach his balls sack and his nose is deep Cronus thick pubic hair. As Cronus cum his first and second jet of semen went into Adam’s gut, he pushes backward to have the rest of his warm semen in his mouth, it was salty. Cronus breaths heavily but Adam’s lips are still clamped on Cronus cock. After a minute or two: Cronus: I need to piss now. Adam only does a simple hand gesture tell him to go head. Cronus understands and tries to piss despite being aroused by Adam’s piss drinking. Adam eagerly drinks all of it. The gym owner enters the bathroom; they quickly return to their respective urinal. They silently exchange phone numbers. When Adam went back to his training bench, it clearly understood that someone touched his towel. Adam has a huge spot of precum showing on his trunks, he leaves the gym. Cronus send him a text message. Cronus: Do you need my help? I would be glad to return the service. However, my training is not over. Adam: Of course! Cum to my place in 2 hours? Do not shower. I won’t either. Cronus: Should I bring something? Adam: No, I have everything, maybe hydrate yourself, I would probably be thirsty again. Cronus: I will, I might be thirsty too. I guess you’ve understood that I’m poz? Adam: I guess you are on Tasp. Cronus: Yes, I’m on Tasp. Adam: Eager to see you in 2 hours then. Here is my address…. Adam knew that his friends had left for the weekend, meaning that he has the penthouse for himself. He gets naked and waits for Cronus. When he heard knocking at the front door, his cock gets hard quickly. Cronus left from the gym and went straight to Adams’ place. He was still very sweaty. As Adams opens, Cronus saw he was naked and very attractive, he did not bother for greeting or wait to close the door, he kissed him in a tight hug. While kissing, Adam slowly undresses Cronus and soon could feel his sweaty naked body against his. After several minutes of intense kissing, Adam breaks it. Adam: I want to try something with you, I’m sure you’ve never done that. Cronus: OK… Cronus follows Adam to the bedroom; Adam takes out of box a sex toy. The one he takes out it looks like a urethral sound as those installed in hospitals but both sides are open and seems connected with a passthrough at the middle. [think before following links] https://lustplugs.com/collections/hollow-urethral-sounds/products/silicone-with-steel-hollow-urethral-sounds Adam: Let’s install it, I will show you how. Adam kept his piercing and inserted the tube inside his urethra. He asked Cronus to remove his piercing since the tube could not pass through. With some of his precum and warm up semen load that Adam keeps in the fridge, he lubes the tube to insert the other end into Cronus urethra. Adam could see on Cronus face his pain, he winced as Adam slowly insert it until they are cock to cock. Cronus: I felt some pain, but now it’s good. I feel full like when I cum. So, now what? Adam: Since I’ve swallowed your semen earlier, I intend to recharge you with my load. I jerk off until my huge load fills the tube and goes into your cock and balls. Then you jerk off and your orgasm should push all the cum back in my cock and balls. Cronus: Have you ever tried it? Adam: No, but I did sounding and it is some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Cronus: OK, but one condition, when I start jerk off to fill you with “our” semen, I want to beg for it, that you want to be impregnated by my semen, that you want my babies in you, that you to be pozzed by me. Adam: ….ok, I’m on PREPP and you on Tasp, so is it some kind of roleplaying? Cronus: Exactly. Adam: Are you… I’ve heard of gay man named gifters because they infect other men with HIV. Cronus: I was. OK, let’s do it, my cock is very sensitive. It didn’t take long for Adam to cum. His cock is so sensitive right now that is easy. His cock pulsates his semen deep into Cronus cock and balls. Lots of it overflow, passing through Cronus piercing holes, leaking some pinkish semen. Adam: Now your turn, please I beg you fill me up with your babies. Cronus start jerking off, he won’t last long either. Adam: Impregnate me with your virus, I want your toxic babies deep in me. Adam places his right hand on Cronus Tattoo. Adam: Please fertilize my cock and balls with your manly fertile poz semen! With a last stroke, Cronus shoot the biggest load in his life, there is so much of it that it leaks out even more than when Adam ejaculate. There is a lot of build up semen in the tube that tube wants to get out of their cocks. After few minutes, they remove the tube, leaving their urethra hole leaking a slightly pink coloured semen. Cronus: That was intense. I love it! They spend most of the weekend doing “regular” fucking and watersports. It was sweaty, manly, and very sensual. At some point Adam sees on top of Cronus tattoo a name: Uranus. Adam: Your tattoo, what is the meaning of the names? Cronus point with his index the first name. Cronus: Uranus, the guy got me poz, his cock and anus were big, but he was kind of an asshole. In the middle it’s me. At the bottom, the men who begged me to pozzed them throughout the last decades, my “sons”. Right now I’m on Tasp but I probably can go off if you would be willing to become one of my sons. Adam being a specialist on the HIV, the answer was simply … No, thanks, but … he was quite tempted, Cronus is hot and would a handsome breeder Dad. Only if there was a way… Adam: No, but if it was … transformed… modified… Cronus saw that Adam was lost in his complex thoughts. After a chit-chat, he left. Prelude to chapter 2 Adam calls a general meeting at the lab, he might have found a way to render HIV none lethal. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I love comments, feel free to leave several. I’m open to critics as long as they are constructive. Otherwise, for those positive off meds men who are reading this, please send me a private message if you are looking to pass your DNA and procreate a new son.

I tell him I only fuck bareback. There are more than enough men/boys taking/giving loads that I don't have to waste my time arguing about rubbers!

I don't know if I'd class myself as hyper sexual but my cock kinda runs my life. I've got a live-in fuckboy and I fuck him most days, often twice, but I also hunt down other men and boys on BBRT/Grindr. I love the smell and feel of mounting someone for the first time and I get so fukkin horned every time I'm about to seed a new fuck for the first time. When I see a hot man in the street my first thought is what his ass would feel like on my cock. I also like to get fucked now and again. My boy does breed me but I prefer big hairy men to ride my ass. Hell, I'm waiting on a hookup to arrive as I'm typing this!

You expressed your feelings very well to us. Have you shared your feelings (maybe even a bit more detailed) with him? Like, "You tell me you want me to fuck you, but every time we try you tighten up. With other guys, though, your ass seems to have no trouble taking dick. I feel confused by this. We talk about everything else. Can we talk about this too?"

I need a bud like that!

I want to try his cummy pussy. How can I reach him?

Because he did not say "I want to do X" - he asked *IF* he should do X. In other words, he asked for advice. Advice may differ, depending on who's offering it and their perspectives. This is not rocket science, to use an American English idiom with which you may or may not be familiar.

Second that. An HIV vacc would totally change the availability of M2M sex for the better....unless you're a bug chaser. That fantasy would go poof!!!

With your immune system weakened with mono you should try to get all the loads you can hehe

Hahahaha, it was said tongue in cheek!

After taking a long time off from hooking up because of the virus. Went over to Cowboy's early Tuesday morning (the only man I'd wake up at 6am to have sex with....lol) He smelt fucking awesome, hadn't showered in a couple days. His pits were in need of a tongue cleaning, ended up wearing his stink in my beard all day. Sucked him hard, he loves my bj's. He flipped me over, slammed his cock up in my hungry hole and rode me furiously, blasted a nice huge load into me. Left his dick in and churned his cream for another 30 mins before he blasted a second load inside my hole. He's always such a good fuck. Thursday the old man who thinks he's in love with me came over to spend the night. Sucked him hard, ate his ass, threw my a rough fuck, no load. Later in the night, sucked him hard again, fucked me ended with me sucking his cum load out of his cock. Friday went to Video Arcade with above guy. Not many doing anything, just walking around, I said lets give them a show, started sucking him. Finally got an older Daddy to join us. My friend left me with the Daddy. I sucked him hard, nice thick but short cock. Told me he wanted to fuck. Bent over and he rammed his cock up into me. Gave me a nice slow fuck but didn't cum. My friend was sucking a hot Hispanic dude, called me over told me dude wanted to blast his load in a hole. Bent over a chair and got a nice hard pounding. Begged him to breed me. Blasted a nice BIG load of creamy cum up my hole. Sitting here now blasting juicy cum farts. Really craving a nice ripe sweaty stinking hole to stick my face and tongue into.

When I headed to the park restroom today I was under no illusions. The restroom would be dirty and the men would be too! But the sun was out the men in the park had their tops off and I was needing it. I went down the path through the trees until I found the restroom - this secluded one is the place to be. I walked in and there was a podgy old man pretending to pee. I went to the urinal and got my cock out and sniffed some poppers. I brushed my hand over his cock and he said "yes boi suck it". I heard footsteps and looked back. A topless beefy bear walked in and said "don't let me stop ya". So I bent over this time and got back to sucking. The old lad shoved the poppers back under my nose. I heard the bear unzip and stroke and I loved he was getting off on me sucking. I felt a finger with lube slide into my hole. I kept sucking and then i felt the bears cock push against my hole. I relaxed and his cock slid in me. The bear sighed saying " just like that, raw in another hole, trucking lets me poz my way round the country". The poppers appeared under my nose again. "He didn't even ask what bugs I got". At this I stopped sucking and asked "bugs". The bear started to increase the pace and replied "yep with an s, more than one kind right now". I squeezed by hole and bit and he said "yeh, milk the venom". I sniffed once more and said "give me everything you got". And he did grunting whilst he fired a hot volley up my hole. He laughed and said "burns a bit today but felt good". The bear produced a pen and said "go write your name on the cubical wall". So I did and he wrote underneath "was pozzed here on this day". If you want more venom from more men write your number underneath. So I did and now my phone rings with poz lads most weekends.

Holy fuck! I've got to do this!!!

Last night was date night with my man, but I was so horny for cock and cum all day I could not wait to get plowed. So I cleaned out and set up a hook up in the morning. I found an out of town visitor a few blocks away on Grindr. I invited him over and left the door ajar; waiting on a cake in the living room in a jock and sniffing poppers. He walked up a s dropped his pants, I immediately started to give him head, while his cock grew in my mouth. It was not long before he let me know he was ready to fuck. I flipped around and kneeled on the chair and took a deep his as he lined up a s put his cock at my hole. This was all I needed to pushback and on a split second his balls were resting on my ass. He took back control of the fuck pounding my ass and snapping the straps of my jock while he kept talking me how nice my booty is, and how he is gonna give me his cum. Which I continued to beg for it. Which in 10 minutes he had deposited his cum and out the door. I got dressed and worked the rest of the day with the strangers cum deep in my hole, but didn’t cum myself. Knowing I served as a cum dump for a stranger was enough to curb the horny feeling all day. My man came home from work a s we had a great date night, dinner, cocktails, we discussed our upcoming weekend plans and trips. Then we got home and we were both honey. My boyfiend was in a sucking mood for being a total too. Enjoyed the sloppy blow jib he was giving me, while I sniffed poppers. But my inner bottom eventually won out and I took over the sucking. Getting the thick cock in front of me ready to pound. After 10 minutes of sucking I asked if he wanted to fuck, which he did. I stand up and bend over the side of the bed, and this fuck starts the same as the last, poppers and lube with me pushing back to engulf his cock in my hungry hole. Being the dommtop that he is he quickly took over and started to slowly pump my jockstrapped ass. He loved to take his time and maximize the time he is inside a bottom. he is getting into the fuck, but I really want him to give it to me hard. I know he gets off on hearing about me being a slut. So I tell him I got fucked and loaded that morning. The fuck takes a more aggressive tone, his thrusts become more deliberate, quick hard thrusts, with a pause when he is deep inside me. Letting me know he is in control. I recount the whole story of inviting the top over, how good he fucked me, how much better the fuck is now. He matches the mood of the earlier fuck. If I say I got pounded hard, he slams into me. By the end of it he is pounding me as hard as possible while I’m moaning into the pillow. He lets out a loud grunt with the hardest thrusts all day while he fumed into my hole. I clean him off and jerk off, then fall asleep in his arms. Like the good little cum slut that I am.

I’ve been told I have a sex addiction and would agree that I do. But I don’t hold any stigma with the word ‘addiction.’ Sex is my favorite thing and I refuse to apologize for it. There’s nothing inherently wrong with having ‘lots of sex’ if you genuinely enjoy it and have made a priority in your life. Surely, it can cause problems if you neglect personal responsibilities because of it. But besides that, I believe it’s a wonderful thing to enjoy what our bodies are biologically designed to desire.

I love that story! I had something very similar happen to me while I was in the college library bathroom. When I get the time I will post it.

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Be sure it's what you want it's not for everyone. I started off trying to be faithful, when I had my first real bf when I first went to college. It didn't last long within 6 months i cheated but felt bad. I said I would never do it again, it had numerous times again lol. I eventually broke up with him cuz it was getting to the point where I was getting fucked every couple days mostly raw and 50% i was getting nutted in. I thought after college I would settle down, I would go into everyone of them saying imma be faithful, neva happened. I always went back to my hoe ways getting dicked down. i eventually admitted it turned me on to cheat. All those ended though cuz I eventually got caught one way or another. I stopped getting into relationships for the moment cuz I actually got tired of hurting guys. I know I'm a hoe, proud of that and gonna be in that phase for while longer. If you do cheat just know it's not for everyone, I'm been side bussy b4 to first time cheaters who feel really guilty and sad that they cheated. Me I can't fake I nuffin like being slutted out and going home pretending u was being a good bf, yet sum dude slutting u out.

On Monday I was cruising a few hook-up sites when someone messaged me a picture of a hard black cock, along with the message "Let's fuck". Of course I said "Hell yes" and gave him directions. When he arrived he didn't waste time talking and simply undressed, so I followed his lead. He was already half hard, so I sucked his cock to get it harder, but he just wanted to lube me up and spread my legs before sliding his full 8" of beautiful black cock into my mancunt from behind and fucked me long and hard until my little dick was leaking precum. After around 20 minutes of his pounding and me using my internal muscles to massage his shaft he shot his load inside me.

The Poz Ranch Chapter Seven Thud! Thud! Thud! echoed in my cell. I jumped up, put my hood on and dropped to my knees, hands clasped behind my back before the door clicked and opened. “Look who’s submitting to us” someone said. “He knows his place,” responded another man, “He will never submit to undesirables like us” “We submit to him” asked the first man. “Most likely you illiterate fuck” I felt the two men grab my arms, one on each side, lifting me up and leading me out of the door. We walked down the hall. It was deathly silent. We turned and went down a set of stairs, going down another level underground. We soon stopped at a door and someone knocked. “Enter” said a voice from inside. The door clicked and opened and we entered. “Restrain him on X-Cross and leave my presence” I was quickly restrained in a figure X on a wooden frame. My hood was still on. My wrists and ankles were in a cuff and locked tight. Suddenly, a hand was on the plug deep in my hole. Without warning it was pulled from my hole, stretching it as it pulled out then my hole quickly closed. I let out a little scream. “Pain is a form of pleasure” the man said. I felt multiple straps slap my back, not hard but enough to know that I was hit. I wasn’t sure but I think it was a Cat o’ nine tails being used on me. “What is pain?” “Pleasure” I responded. Another hit across my back, this time a little harder than the first. “What is it you desire” “Nothing” I replied. Another hit of the Cat o’nine tails. “What is it you give” “Pleasure to men, a hole to fuck, a hole to deposit seed” “Is that what you desire” Two hits across the back, building in pain, building in heat of my red skin. “I desire seed Sir” “Seed?” Two more hits on my back, the sting was growing in pain. “Poz seed” I quickly replied. Just one smack this time, but a bit harder. I felt hands on my ankles, releasing me from the cuffs. Then my hands were dropped down, still cuffed on the X-Cross. I had to bend slightly pushing out my ass away from the cross. Suddenly, my ass was slapped with the Cat o’ nine tails. Hard. I jumped and let out a little yelp. It was still and silent for just a moment, then two more slaps across my ass cheeks. This time I yelped, but didn’t jump. “You have learned your place quickly” “Yes Sir” Three smacks on my ass cheeks. I could feel them heating up. The man changed his position and smacked my back three times. He then switched back and slapped my ass three times. I could hear the movement of the Cat o’ nine tails in the air. He continued to use the Cat o’ nine tails on my back and ass cheeks. I felt them heating up more and more as the leather straps made contact with my skin. My eyes filled with tears, which slowly ran down my cheeks. “Pain is pleasure” I said over and over, just enough for him to hear. “Pain is pleasure” he repeated. The hits of the Cat o’ nine tails came faster and harder. My back was burning more than my ass cheeks. I focused on turning this pain into pleasure. Over and over the air swished with the movement of the leather straps, I lost count of how many times it met my skin. “Pain is pleasure” he said. I felt him behind me, rubbing his cock on my red ass cheeks. I could feel the salty pre-fuck juice on my raw skin, causing it to sting more. HIs cock head moved into my crack and without warning pushed against my hole. The head popped inside, causing me to lift up onto the tips of my toes. He used his hand, flat on my lower back to push me back down. He pushed harder and slowly slid into my hole, inch by dry inch of his shaft. Pulling on my sore pucker as it resisted to his invading cock. I moaned from the pain shooting from my hole and bit my lower lip. He continued pushing into my hole, sliding deeper and deeper. My pucker was heating up with the each inch running against it. He rammed the final couple of dry inches of his cock deep into my hole, pressing his body against mine. I breathed deeply, relaxing my hurting pucker. He pulled out some then pushed back in. He did this over and over as I focused on relaxing my hole. Each time he pulled out a little more, then pushed in harder. He did this until his cock head was pulling on my pucker from just inside. He drove his call balls deep in one thrust. My hole was loosening with each thrust of his cock. The pain was soon becoming pleasure. I could feel his cock getting wetter while fucking me. His balls swung as he trusted in and out. I squeezed my hole around his cock, milking it with each thrust. I focused my mind on his pleasure not mine. My pleasure was not something I desired. I desired to please him, give him pleasure to I can receive his poz load. I heard him grunt and moan as his hard thick cock slid in and out of my pucker. His balls were still swinging as his thrusted his hips. The more he grunted and moaned, the more I squeezed my pucker around his cock. My cock was no longer hard, it hung soft between my legs, swinging with his thrusts. My hole was twitching and squeezing pleasuring his cock. I pushed back to meet his fucking thrusts as he pushed his cock into my hole. He grabbed my hips, holding on tights as he pounded my hole. I grunted and groaned as his moans got louder and louder. He was thrusting in and out of my hole at a faster pace. His balls were drawling upwards, building his load deep inside. His grunts became more of a scream, as he rammed in and out of my hole. Using me for his pleasure. Suddenly, he rammed in deep, his cock head pushing at my inner pucker hole as his cum shot out of his flared piss slit. Rope after rope of thick cum pumped into my body. “My toxic strain is deep in your hole” he said, “infecting your DNA” I moaned my approval. He pushed the butt plug back up my sore hole, quickly. It gave little resistance as it popped inside me. He moved to the door and opened it. “That was quick” a man said. “No lip, complete your task or your punishment will be ordered” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir” the man said. The two men quickly came over to me, released my restraints on my wrists and led me away. “His next appointment is with Master Jack” he said, “Don’t fuck up getting him there” “We know the way” “Get out of my sight, you presence sickens me”

The Poz Ranch Chapter Five Secured to the table, my red ass exposed and venerable. I felt him pushing something into my ass, a tube or something. I winced from the slight pain as my sore hole opened for what ever he was putting in it. I felt what was outside my hole move upwards and secured. His foot steps moved away and I heard jars again clanging against each other. “I think your training will skip to the jars of high viral loads of the full blown disease” He carefully moved back to me, carrying multiple jars. I soon felt the warm liquid enter my hole via the tube. It continued to flow. I could feel it slowly filling the inside of my hole. “One jar down” he said, “going to stretch your bowels just like we did your stomach” He started pouring the second jar of cum into the tube and it flowed into me, mixing with the first. My cock was bent down between me and the table aching for attending, drooling pre-cum as my hole was filled with toxic poison. “That’s two, my boy” The third jar was opened and soon was traveling down the tube into my hole. I had no clue how big these jars were or how many loads of cum filled them. My mind imagined men in a big barn hooked up to milking machines, sucking on their hard cocks as they eyes and mind were filled with gay porn through virtual reality googles. My cock pumped a little more pre-cum out at the image of that in my head. “Ready for number three” I moaned. I felt more deadly cum entering my hole. the warmth moved through my bowels and then throughout my body. It felt as if my body was reacting to the cum and starting to crave it. “About to pour number four,” he said, “The record is eight jars. I think you might break it, or we will at least try to” He poured number four, five and six jars of cum into my hole. I could feel my insides filling up and expanding slightly. Once number six was empty, I heard him walk away. I heard more jars hitting one another, but he didn’t return once he had them. He continued to work on something on the other side of the room. My hole twitched around the tube sticking out of it. I wanted more cum in me. The urge to be filled was building into obsession. What ever he was working on did not take long. He moved back to me and opened jar seven and slowly poured it in. This jar was hotter in temperature than the first six. The cum flowed faster inside me. I then heard the pop of jar eight open. “You made it to the record set by a boy named Kevin, who was inflicted with the same sickness as you have.” I moaned my pleasure like a pig in shit does. He popped open jar nine and poured it in. My bowels heated up more as they expanded to take the ninth jar of harmful seed. “I think your hole can take another” he said evilly. I heard the pop and soon felt the heated liquid enter my hole. I could hear his devilish laugh echoing in the room. “Fuck boy, your body much be absorbing the cum” I heard him walk away again, still laughing. I squeezed the tube in my hole, as if I was trying to milk it of the cum that was still in it. “Master Jack please” he said, “Yes I’ll hold” There was a little pause and then he said: “Good Evening Master Jack,” Kace said, “I am working with Cody, the new inductee.” “Yes Master Jack, he is taking to his first lesson well. I don’t think he enjoyed the ass paddling as much as I did.” he said with a laugh. There was a pause on this side of the conversation for an about a minute. “I wanted to inform you that he has broken the record for the number of jars of ejaculate introduced into his hole.” Another pause. “Yes Sir, ten jars. I skipped the protocol of building the levels of toxicity like we did orally and went to the full blown virus level. I think this inductee has promise” Pause in the conversation. “Yes Sir, I will see you when you arrive.” I heard the phone being placed on the cradle and his boots hitting the floor as he moved over towards me. “You my boy are about to get a visitor” he said, “make sure you’re respectful and open to the needs of the guest” I heard him snap his fingers. There were quick steps in the room. This time they did not sound like boots, but bare feet on the floor. I heard equipment being moved and felt hands cleaning me up a bit. “Quickly you useless faggots, you only have seconds to get this area ready.’ I heard faster walking around. “Unless you want the paddle you fucking degenerates, I suggest you more faster” I was a bit taken back, I could hear moving around, fast moving around. Prophet Kace was demanding. There was a Thud! at the door and someone gasped. “Answer the fucking door” Kace shouted. The door knob clicked and the heavy door swung open. “Master Jack, do please come in Sir” a timid voice said. I heard heavy boots on the floor as he moved into the room. The door clicked closed. “Get these useless fag boys out of the room” Master Jack said. “They have still not earned their mark, therefore they must be shunned from any form of pleasure. Unless you have already, escalate their lessons” “I have Master Jack” Kace said, as I heard the boys scurried out like cockroaches in the light. “Now let’s turn our attention to Cody” he said.

Really hot!

I love ATM. Especially if it is from another guys ass to my mouth.

Recon, is my advice. And be honest in your profile about what you’re looking for.