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The announcer spoke and asked the crowd to be quit as they announce the finalist for the double penetration. The announcer said, in second place Devon and Beer Can two. The guy who voted for that gave hissing and grunting noises and the Announcer quips, that would never have been possible with this straight boy, come on guys. Second runner up was Stephan and Jamun, the announcer said that would have been hot to see. The guy was getting impatient, and all started asked who then who they are. The announcer said OKAY guys the boy is going to get stretched and breed by Nigel the 10” BBC and Stephan the driller. This should be fun to see. The crowed cheered as the rest of the guys got Drew down and took him over to a mattress off to the side and Nigel was first over and he leaned Drew’s mouth so he could have Drew suck him hard. Drew sucked him reluctantly and Nigel slapped the boy’s face, and he began sucking fore real. In the meantime, Stephan and come over and lifted Drew’s legs and slide inside his wrecked cunt and began fucking him. The announcer spoke and said think it is time to give the boy some assistance and he came over and gave Stephan two shard for the boy and Stephan pulled out and worked them in one at a time. Stephan slide back in and fucked Drew and Drew soon pulled his legs back and opened wide for Stephan and began moaning on Nigel’s dick. Stephan continued this for five minutes as the drugs worked their way into Drew and then pilled out and rolled Drew on his side and got right behind Drew, then slide in him while Nigel fucked the kids throat and after being fully inserted, he rolled Drew over with him keeping his dick lodged in Drew’s hole. Drew lay on Stephan as Nigel lubed up his dick and pressed the boy’s legs up and pressed his big black dick against Drew’s hole and slowly slide into Drew as the kid moaned and began to scream and Stephan put his hand over Drew’s mouth muzzling him. Nigel began to feel some resistance seven inches in and pressed and the boy popped, and they began to both fuck him for five minutes and without much warning Nigel came and slowly pulled out of Drew. Stephan kept fucking him as the guys cheered and asked for more. The announcer came on and said guys that all happened far too soon, so we are going to invite Iron Dick up to continue the show. The guys cheered as Iron Dick came up and lifted Drew’s legs again and pressed his rock-hard dick against Drew’s hole and slide in and started to long dick Drew and three minutes later Stephan shot his load. Both Stephan and Iron Dick pulled out of his cummy hole and Iron Dick motioned for Devon to come over to the mattress and Devon laid on the mattress and Stephan and Iron Dick lowered Drew on Devon’s rock-hard dick and Devon pulled him forward and began fucking Drew. Then Iron Dick pressed and with a lot of work pushed into Drew and Drew let out a high-pitched scream and Stephan grabbed a sock left there from some previous fuck session and shoved it in Drew’s mouth as the two fucked drew and ten minutes later Iron Dick and Devon both shot in Drew about the same time. Iron dick pulled out and then Devon rolled Drew off him and left him there spent with the sock still in his mouth. The Announcer came on and said tonight’s show has concluded, hope you all received your money’s worth. You may tip at the door, the boy worked hard to please you all and of course you are invited to Wednesday’s fun with Drew. Two guys came and picked Drew up and carried him to Room 1, they cleaned him up and placed a butt plug in him and uncaged his dick. One of the guys sucked his tina dick and soon Drew came in the guy’s mouth. They then restrained him to the bed and let him doze off with the hood still on.

Are there any Dom type guys who are into a sub combining wanton bugchasing + deep desires to be an obedient service fag? Not just taking loads, but being tied up, shaven clean, locked in a cock cage, and bred full of bugs? Maybe that's a lot to ask, but hit me up if interested.

Haha, Oh yes, Mini Cooper Guys. I know them. I live quite close to a nature reserve that can be cruisey - apart from that it is a really nice place to walk and exercise so we're usually there 3x a week in the daytime. You get to recognise people. I find it quite amusing that Mini Cooper guys will post on Squirt that they're going there or that they are there and are up for fun. You'll then see Mini Cooper guy sat in his car glued to his phone oblivious to his surroundings. He'll sit there for five - maybe ten minutes, and then speed off dramatically with lots of wheelspin showering bystanders with gravel. You'll usually then see a post on Squirt a bit later saying 'its not worth bothering'. Now if you hop on the apps (and he's usually on every single one) and try to engage while he's there you'll get ignored, and a bit later after he's gone home and had a wank, a message saying he didn't notice me and its a shame as he liked to have hooked up but he's all spent now. Next time? Maybe, but he plays the exact same game every time. I suspect he gets off on the idea of the anonymous hookup but has trouble bridging fantasy to reality. The real seam of gold at this particular place isn't Mini Cooper Guy, it's White Van Man. The spot seems very popular with tradespeople, builders, farmers and labourers looking for some relief on their way home. There's a tow truck driver who parks up there in between callouts on quiet days, who's particularly nice. Once you're practised at making anxious 'straight' but bi-curious guys comfortable, it's a great source of cum. They won't go near people like Mini Cooper Guy. (And I bet that pisses him off)

^^^^Spot on.. I am just myself, 50s, Dadbod, average, TBH, I cannot say had major issues getting dick. I kinda like honest guys, hate stroppy attitued guys. But on the hole, I cant complain, Darkrooms are a great place too. Remember, we all get there at some point in life. Confidence and sexual experience, personality gets dick.

Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay. Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating? I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere. Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine. But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors. From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked. Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd. Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too. Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together! However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom. It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin.... We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath. He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked. Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there. The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh.... Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it. What was this sticky fluid? Naturally he came back and caught me. I was SO embarrassed! But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all. And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees. And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done. He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand. Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them. They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den. They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too! Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections. Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed. Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion. The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room. I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life! Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!" And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse." There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off. Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy! Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?" Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door. Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased. He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out. Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two. Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere. And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce. He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming. Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone. Everything seemed to be a double-entendre. Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air. It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory). Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma. Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time. In the evenings. Before bed. As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR. You know - for watching movies in bed. And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot. I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on. But it was my father! I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe. I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I? Why did I have a boner?? So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions. Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see. So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall. Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice. I figured I was being quiet as a cat. I was wrong. "You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice. Fuck! Busted AGAIN by Dad!! Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection. "Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too. I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas. I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first. He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him. Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate. That first night we watched porn together and jacked off. Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off. When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too. In my pajamas. Without touching myself. From there we slowly progressed. It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him. It started out as innocently jacking together. From there it became me jacking him off while we watched. I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe. And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear. (No more Jammie's for this guy!) From there it soon progressed to blowjobs. Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off. To be a good boy. Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him. The blowjob came naturally. Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow. And when he shot in my mouth? There was no hesitation: I swallowed instantly. And happily. At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy. Sort of his human fleshlight. He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all. He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR. I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence. I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room. Once there is either jack off or go to sleep. More often than not, I didn't even jack myself. And then one night it finally happened. This was in January of my senior year. It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work. I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn. This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning. I went in and I saw Dad watching porn. I was right. He was playing a new porn tape. This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking! It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat. Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him. Then my mouth on his dick, as usual. But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head after awhile and I stopped. "Get on all fours," he whispered. We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me. It was almost like a slap. But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position". My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all. Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours. I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He reached and got some KY off the nightstand. My heart was thundering in my chest. Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter. This was it-- I was losing my virginity. To my father. He pushed into my ass. I distinctly remember the pain. I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking. Which he did. I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me. It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness. I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass. Did it hurt him as much? I tried to breathe through it. I teared up a bit. Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering. I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth. There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual. I counted them off in my head. His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done. Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red. Blood. So I HAD torn a bit. I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror. I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me. I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass. Two nights later the same thing happened. And again a couple nights after that. Soon, I realized this was our new norm. So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room. I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual. As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous). Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore. I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong? Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me? But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain. Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either. Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality. I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly. And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men. Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college. In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad. I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life. I wanted to be normal. I wanted a change. And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore. I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud. Ah, the romantic in me! But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper. Really I don't even much remember our last fuck. As summer waned he sort of did it less and less. Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels. I was okay with all this. It made my college transition that much easier. When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down. He had some things to tell me, he said. My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming. Well... ALMOST predict. In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce. He said there was something else, too. He had been to his doctor and... He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected: "Son... I'm HIV positive."

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.

Last night, I met a local who has an Only Fans page. We had talked some on Twitter, and he wanted to seed my hole. I need another film for my Raw Fuck Club page, so I went to his place. We talked a good deal before the reason to get together. His husband helped with the camera stuff so he and I could focus on the sex. We undressed, and when his back was turned to me, I saw it: a large biohaz on the backside of his shoulder. I made sure he knew I saw it. I asked him if he earned this, and he sounded proud when he said, "Sure did." When I said, "Good for you," he made a face like "WTF?" HUGE THICK dick. We swapped orally, and he fucked me good and deep. We were just about done when his libido started objecting to this treatment, so he proceeded to crank his dick til he got close. But he got there well before expected, so he climaxed outside me. I sat on that dick as fast I could and he pumped the last squirt inside. I scooped up the spilled cum from the bed, and used it as lube, and asked him to keep going. He gave me a second volley of cum, but it couldn't have been much. I stood over him, and cranked out my own spunk in a white shower. It was EVERYWHERE on that rubber mattress! That was really one of the best fucks I've had in this city! Am I chasing poz men, or are they chasing ME? 🤔

With Prep the biggest problem is kidney disease that sneaks up on you. I had that happen about year five on prep when my kidney function suddenly started a rapid decline. Was sent to a nephrologist who took me off all of the medication I was on for a month and then tested me again, and my kidney function started to make a rebound. Went back every two weeks for more bloodwork and kidney function continued to improve. We determined it was the Prep. I was put on a regiment that was more kidney friendly (and more costly) and although I did suffer some kidney damage, I recovered most of the loss. The doctor told me it wasn't uncommon for this to happen years later and it wasn't uncommon for it to happen quickly, especially on Truvada, so keep an eye on your numbers.

(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.

The game got out of control - Part 10 (The lazy Sunday) On a Sunday morning at 5:30 am I was now completely exhausted, after an eight and a half hour fuck marathon, in bed. Of course I couldn't think clearly anymore, but so much was still going through my head that I just couldn't fall asleep properly. At some point, it was already light, I still managed to fall asleep. It was already 5 minutes to 12 o'clock when I woke up, my bladder was pressing, my ass and my head hurt, so I crawled out of bed, and went to the toilet. The plug that was in my hole was difficult to remove, it was also much larger than the one I was familiar with. Well, he was out now, and I sat down on the toilet bowl, and milliseconds later it flowed out of the back and front of me. When I was done I felt 10 kilos lighter, then looked in the toilet, and found that it was full of reddish sperm. I was shocked. Why was it so reddish? A question that I absolutely had to include in my list of questions. After I had showered, I wanted to put the plug back in my asshole, I didn't succeed, it was just too big. Shyly I went to the kitchen with this part in my hand to get a coffee and painkillers against my headache. In the kitchen I met the twins Vincent and Fabio, and said to them: "I have two little problems." "Yes, I can see one, but we can fix that quickly." spoke Vincent, taking the plug from me. "Problem one is solved. And what's your second problem?" Fabio then asked me. "Well, I have a headache so bad it's like there's a highway built through my head. Do you have any painkillers anywhere?" Fabio reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a blister of ibuprofen, handing me two pills, along with a glass of water. "In about 20 to 30 minutes the highway should be out of your head," Fabio said with a grin, while Vincent added, "But of course it's not completely free." "What do you want for the two tablets?" I asked a little uncertainly. "Well, we just want a little fuck with you. You just settle down on both our cocks, and ride them until we shoot our high-proof semen into you, and get you pregnant. What do you think of that?" Fabio grinned at me the whole time at this demand from Vincent, and Vincent finally grinned as well. I grabbed the pills and the water, and gulped them down, not having objected to the demand, Fabio and Vincent took off their pants, and lay down on the floor. Their fuck butts were already hard , so I didn't even have to blow them. I squatted over these two well-built meat sticks, and even forgot to apply the lube when I just impaled myself completely. Ouch, that hurt a little, but not for long, and I had gotten used to it, and just found it horny. So I rode them both at the same time for about 20 or 30 minutes, always up and down, I had arrived in pig heaven. My own cock wanted to grow, but couldn't because it was still locked up. When I noticed that Fabio and Vincent were getting closer to their orgasm, I even accelerated the pace, and squirted despite penis cage itself and at the same time a huge amount of man juice. The rest of Sunday was very quiet, we all sat in the living room, and watched old Louis de Funès movies, laughing at movies like : The Gendarme of Saint Tropez or Fantomas against Interpol. The evening came way too fast, we still watched the daytime news and went to bed, I cuddled up right in front of Matteo's horny bulge. Matteo saw this as an invitation to fuck me again tenderly, and to inseminate until we fell asleep peacefully. In the Next Episode: How will it continue? Will it continue at all? What will I report to Amelie? And will I finally learn what is meant by POZ? Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

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.

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I've had a fun week.... total loads at 5 since Wednesday.... 4 taken and 1 given. A regular FWB and I get together once a week for some good piggy fun. He 'was' a total top... and I have taught him how sensitive and fun his hole can be... he has a naturally smooth ass, and a pucker to die for ... so I started eating him as part of foreplay. Suck his cock. Swallow his balls. Eat his hole. (repeat) Well, I moved on to fingers over the last few months, then a medium sized vibrator (lots of play at the opening before even thinking of inserting.). He managed the vibrator a few times and really enjoyed it. He told me he never considered assplay before and appreciated me introducing it to him and my patience. I warned him that I was going to take his cherry one day and he laughed and said 'we shall see'.... Last Wednesday, I had him lying in the sling. Really sucked his cock and balls nice and slow. Got him dripping. Then I worked his hole for a good 15-20 minutes - tongue fucked his ass ring, rimmed and sucked his ass lips, sucked and worked fingers in... really lubed him up. He was lying back really enjoying it as I slipped my cock slowly into his ass. I was balls deep before he realized it was my cock... and not a dildo. So, I got his cherry in my sling.... and most importantly... he told me to shoot my load up into his guts. He wanted to see how it felt. Who was I to argue? After I blew my load, he practically launched himself out of the sling while pushing me IN to the sling. He was rock hard and just rammed it home.... then proceeded to pound the shit out of me and loading me up within a few minutes. He is a dirty talker and kept telling me that he now understood why I enjoyed taking his cock in my hole. It really turned him on. And he said he wanted to return the favor and would be loading me up quick because he was so turned on ... and BAM... massive load squirting inside. But, he just stayed inside and started all over again... slower the second time.... and about 5 minutes later, I got load #2 from him. He pulled his cock out and fed it to me to clean off... and it was LOADED with cum. A 3 load session!!! On Hump Day. Last night? Two loads from a VERY hung doctor friend who is married, in his late 60's, handsome, smart and sexy as fuck. He likes to fuck hard and rough. He likes the fuck that I egg him on while we fuck. I typically wear a sturdy leather harness that he uses to his advantage for a hard pounding. Last night however, he gave me a back massage on my bed. He sat on my glutes, astride my hips and slid his cock into my pre-lubed hole. He rocked back and forth while massaging and in turn, his cock rocked back and forth inside me nice and slow the entire time he worked my muscles. It was relaxing and HAF at the same time. He slid back and forth and rocked his hips and rotated now and then for a good 15 minutes. He talked dirty to me about how he had a one week load and I was going to get drowned in cum. And I told him I could feel his cockhead inside me and squeezed it throughout the entire fuck. He told me he could feel the muscles in my hole stroking his dick. He never even made a noise when he came. He just kept massaging and fucking. I started to feel the difference in the 'friction' due to the cum and mentioned it to him. He chuckled and said he had indeed unloaded. But, he had more massaging to do.... and he eventually pumped a second load. He is a huge cummer and I could feel the cum leaking from me the entire time. He also loves to feed me his cummy cock straight from my hole. He says I am the first guy that ever voluntarily offered to lick and clean his cock and balls. I guess that is why we still get together regularly to fuck. He is a stud.... two loads at 69 years old? My hero!!! It's Sunday Funday. Who knows what kinda fun I might be able to get into.............

Yeah, you need to lock up your cock. Tops are not interested in your cock; only your mouth and your asshole. I enjoy fucking caged bottoms es they only exist to serve. Shooting loads is for tops, not bottoms. Now, lock it up and go serve your masters. Give the key to a top buddy who will make sure you stay caged.

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.

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.

Here is another story from my past. Part 1 ----- I was on the western coast and visiting some old friends. I used to bartend with this crew and we frequently got up to no good. I was only in town for a few days, but I really crammed in as much fun as I could. We all met up in the evening, went out, relived some old memories, and stayed up way too late. We used to get into the harder stuff, but we had all mostly calmed down, but tonight we decided to partake in a few familiar extra curricular that had us all soaring for the night. I was nearing my 30s but I hadn't quite settled down. I was able to work a really interesting job that kept me busy and allowed me to travel, but I was almost too busy to get into any trouble anymore. However, on this trip I had a full 72 hours of hedonism ahead of me. I was fit, horny, and incredibly hungry for the party. My friends and I were out late and in the end we all ingested some MDMA and powder. We were being foolish and loud, and I was too distracted to look for sex. However, when everyone else started crashing and calling it quits for the night as they had jobs and families to get back to, I was alone. I was staying at a friends place and she was out of town but her roommates were not. I went back for a while, but I couldn't sleep and it wasn't long before I started to crave sex and debauchery. When I lived here before I dabbled in bareback sex, but I had never had a man cum inside me, and I certainly had never set myself up as a cumdump. Since moving away I had gotten into bareback sex, but only while under the influence of drugs and alcohol. I was so horny to get fucked, but I was in a fairly small city and I didnt have a place to hook up. Still, I logged into Grindr and hookup apps and sites on my phone hoping I would be able to figure something out. Heck, Id book a hotel if I had to. While the night was fun, I didn't over-consume any drugs and I had a few baggies left over from the night. I also was flying home the next day so I knew I had to use it or lose it. I also felt myself starting to get a bit sleepy. I crawled into the bed in my friends place and considered my options. I started at one of the baggies on the bedside table and said, "Fuck it", and swallowed a pill and took a couple rips of powder. Just as I opened up Grindr I got a message from a guy who used to hit on me when I lived here. I was using an anonymous profile, so I know he didnt know it was me. He simply wrote, "You looking for fun?". I wrote back, "Yes. Really horny, can't host though. Bottom here." I sent a pic of my ass in undies. Him: "Hot. Here is my dick. I can host. Come over". He sent his address. We never hooked up in the past. He always seemed too eager and over the top. I didnt want a long experience with one guy, I wanted short experiences with many guys. But the drugs were hitting and I was getting horny. I decided I should be somewhat honest. Me: "You might not remember me, but we used to chat. I have not slept yet, was out with friends, and def still feeling it a bit. Is that okay?" I sent him a face pic. He didnt respond for a few minutes. So I decided to get up and take a shower and clean up, just in case. When I got out there was a message. Him: "Come on over. We can relax in the hottub for a bit and then I can fuck you. ;)" I called a taxi. ----- When I arrived he was at the door waiting in a bathrobe with a giant smile on his face. I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I figured this was the best I was going to get. I was definitely high, probably visibly so, but I didnt care. I wouldnt be back to this town for a while. I felt desperate and alone, a bad combo for a horny submissive wannabe cumdump who has lost his inhibitions. He had me strip at the door, while he just stood there and smiled. He put a rubber cock ring on my cock and started sucking it right there at the entryway of his house. I really didnt want to get sucked, so I pushed him off and tried to find an excuse. "Sorry, I dont want to cum." No worries he replied. I was naked except for my socks when he handed me a bathrobe and took my hand, leading me away. We headed to his back deck as I finished disrobing, throwing my socks around his place. As we walked I admired his body, and thought, "well, at least I am with someone". As we passed the kitchen he grabbed a tumbler with a drink in it and handed it to me. "Let's keep the party going?" I took it and swallowed the whole drink in one gulp. He poured me another and took me outside. It was winter and cold, so the deck was slippery and I was out of it so I stumbled and slipped a few times. He caught me but my bathrobe was falling off. Thankfully his back deck was hidden from view of neighbours and I was fine to be naked. We jumped in the tub. He is an middle-aged man, average fitness, and his cock was rock hard and dripping. He clearly was excited. I could see his cock bouncing as he sat across from me in the tub. The hot water and jets were soothing, but the drugs and alcohol were working me and my dick was rock hard. He started at it for a bit, while we sat there silently. He had the same smile the entire time, like he was appreciating a long sought after prize. He waded over across the tub and grabbed my dick and whispered in my ear. "What do you want?" I moaned, but I grabbed his hand from my dick and moved it to my asshole as I moved my legs up. He moved in closer and started to finger my hole. He used his other hand to grab my dick. Again, I really didnt want to cum or be pleasured in this way so I grabbed his hand and said "No, Sorry, I really dont want to cum". While doing this I pulled him a bit closer, so his dick was inches away from ass. He continued to lightly finger me. Him: "Oh, so you want to get fucked eh?" Big smile on his face. He reached behind me to where his housecoat was hanging bringing his body up and out of the water and his dick right in front of my face. I was spinning and so horny, I instantly put it in my mouth. He groaned. He stayed for a bit, but then hopped back in the water and handed me something. A bottle of poppers. I opened the poppers and took a few really deep hits. As soon as it started hitting me the combo of drugs, booze, and poppers made me insatiable. I was losing control. I pulled his body closer to mind and the head of his dick hit my hole. He was about 7inches and average thickness, uncut. I had zero intentions of fucking in the water, but I wanted to feel his dick. He pushed slightly. We kept this up silently for a few minutes, him with his eyes mostly shut, and me taking hits of poppers and downing the second drink. Him: "Fuck. Oh man. You want it bad. We should go upstairs." I didnt wait for any discussion, I just pulled myself out of the water so he could get a good view of my ass. I left the house coat there and walked inside and headed towards the stairs. I knew he would follow. I grabbed my clothes and brought them upstairs with me and took a quick detour to the bathroom, yelling downstairs, "Just gonna run to the bathroom. Meet you in the bedroom" In the bathroom I looked at myself, with my pupils heavily dilated, my body shaking a bit from the cold outside and the exhaustion, and rock hard cock I looked like. a hungry cockslut cliché. I opened my phone and looked at Grindr, seeing that he was online just meters away, while also seeing lots of other new guys online. At this point it was 10am on a Sunday. Lots of closeted men around I bet, looking to release their loads. I broke up some powder and took a few lines and decided to swallow another pill before heading back out the hallway to the bedroom. His bedroom and the bathroom were connected, and on the other side of the bedroom seemed to be a den that was also connected to the bathroom. When I got to the bedroom he was laying back on the bed on his phone and set out on the nightstand were a few sex toys, another bottle of poppers, condoms, and lube. I jumped on the bed as well. I started sucking his cock while he was on his phone. He was enjoying himself and put the phone down and closed his eyes. I was really hungry and horny, and I was thinking, I need to finish this and head out to a hotel. I was so horny and I knew one dick wasn't going to be enough. I needed to fill this day with sex. HIs cock was rock hard and I decided it was time to roll over. I went facedown into the pillows, not saying a word, and put my ass up. He seemed to get the hint and got up behind me. He started rimming my hole and reached out under neath me to grab my dick. I didnt mind as it seemed he was going to fuck me soon after a good rimming, but shortly after he started sucking my cock again. I let him continue for a minute, but I couldnt handle it for long. I moaned, "Please fuck me. I really want it" I pulled his body forward so his dick was against my ass. It was a bit abrupt and violent, but I wanted it so bad. He fell hard on top of me. I reached back and grabbed his dick and positioned it at my hole. He slipped in slightly. He groaned, pumped in a little then pulled out completely. "Sorry man. We should really use a condom. Can I suck you some more". He pulled me over onto my side. He had a really frustrated look on his face, and I am sure I did to. I decided this wasn't going to work. Me: "Sorry man. This isn't what I need. I need to get fucked. I should go." He looked really disappointed. Him: "I just want to suck you for a bit. It really turns me on. Please?" I was really feeling the mix of everything and I couldn't even bother to pretend. Me: "No, I just really want to get fucked. Im gonna get a hotel and invite some guys over." His face looked so surprised. I could tell he wasn't expecting that, nor was he ready to let me go. He was slowly rubbing my dick and it felt good, but I could tell I was getting too close. "You have to stop, I really dont want to cum, I just want to get fucked". He had a really pervy grin on his face. Him: "Okay. Why don't you just invite guys here?" I was surprised. I really didnt expect that. Him: "I really like to watch. I have a cam set up here already, so I can just hang out in the other room while you get fucked. That really turns me on and that way we both get what we want. You seem partied up, dont you want to get fucked?" He suddenly was so persuasive and demanding. Sexy even. My cock jumped. He was staring me right in the eyes. Him: "I was already chatting with a few guys. You don't need a hotel, you can just do it here. What do you think?" I didnt hesitate. "Yeh. Okay. But you have to stay there and we pretend I am alone. I am going to be blindfolded, ass up, and taking dick. You can send guys over too, but Ill use my phone as well. No recording though. We will message each other on Grindr." He smiled. "Deal" He jumped off the bed and started setting things up. Camera was positioned near the side of the bed, but it was discreet, on a desk. No one would see it. The curtains were drawn. I went back to the bathroom took a few more lines and looked in the mirror again. I looked awful, but horny. I came out of the bathroom twitching and nervously shaking with excitement and he was gone. The sex toys, condoms, and lube were still on the nightstand, but the poppers were gone. I still had the other bottle he had given me. Next to these items was something new. A jockstrap with a hard jock in the front, and a blindfold. I put both on and climbed into bed. My rock hard and leaking cock strained against the hard jock. The blindfold rested on top of my head. He was gone and I am guessing in the other room. Apparently we were both going to get what we wanted. I positioned myself ass up, half on the blankets, but I could tell he turned the heat up, so I just did it to protect some level of modesty. I opened grindr and right away I saw I had three messages. The first was from him. He sent a picture and some text. The picture was of me laying in bed through a computer screen. An image of the video footage he was watching. In front of the screen was his rock hard and leaking cock. The message read, "this is hot. Let me know if you want me to send guys. I know a few who could be into this. Condoms and lube are there for you." I replied back, "Thanks". I didnt intend on using condoms and I dont need to tell him that. He will figure it out on his own. I didnt know what the day was going to bring, but I checked the other messages. Two anonymous and nameless profiles, both under 2 miles away, and both had sent dick pics with messages. I didnt look at the messages very hard, in fact, it was getting hard to read, the lines were swirly. I just sent both a pic of me in a jock strap from my photo gallery, and I sent the location pin with a message that read, "Looking to get fucked here anonymously. I am ass up and face down in bed upstairs. Door is unlocked. You into this? Just want you to come in and fuck me and leave. Cool?" Plus the address and description of the house. I copied this message into my notes so I could use it again. No immediate response from either. I refreshed a couple of times, but still nothing. Decided to go back to the main page and check the other apps and sites to see what was happening. I saw another message come in from the guy who was in the other room. Let's call him Host. Host: "Let me know who is coming over. Im so turned on. Send me their profiles and any pics they send. You ready? I have all day so take as long as you want." Clearly, this was a fantasy of his and I was going to let him have it. I was getting what I wanted, so it didnt matter to me. I sent him screen grabs of who I was chatting with and the messages I sent. He just replied, "Fucking hot". My phone vibrated. One of the guys messaged back. "Cool. Be there in 10 minutes". I decided I wanted to up the game and really get things twisted. I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, bringing one of the medium sized buttplugs and lube. I messaged Host to tell him someone was coming over and I just wanted to prepare a bit. In the bathroom I dumped one of the baggies I had into the bottle of lube and swirled it around. The bottle was half empty so this was going to be a strong booty bump experience. I stuck a finger in my hole with a bit wad of spiced up lube and followed it up with the butt plug. I inserted it all the way in and left it there, hopping back onto the bed. I sent Host a message. Me: "he will be here shortly." Host responded, "Have fun. Ill be watching". There were some other messages, a response from one of the original two. The other guy said no thanks, then his profile disappeared. Rather know now than waste time. I saw the other profile getting closer and closer. I put the blindfold over my eyes, took a huge hit of poppers, and got into position. The buttplug felt amazing, I was rolling really heavily, and feeling like I was about to get exactly what I wanted. -----

The first time I ever heard about intentional HIV transmission was on American network TV, in an episode of Law & Order from the late 90s. It wasn’t porn. It wasn’t even gay. But still something stuck in my sex-fueled 14 y/o mind about it. Throughout my teens and 20s, I tried to have “normal” relationships with “normal” guys. I knew I “wasn’t supposed to” be turned on by HIV, but the thoughts kept coming back on their own. They made me super horny. I tried to repress this part of me, but it kept asserting itself. I (quietly) started bugchasing in 2013. The next year, I started dating a guy who told me about a new thing called PrEP. He wanted both of us to start Truvada, and I reluctantly agreed. Then we broke up. I stopped Truvada and I never returned to using condoms. I imply dropped my presumptions about how I was “supposed to” act. I paid attention to my body's reactions, and embraced the thoughts behind them. Slowly the poz scene became the most powerful sexual attraction I could find. I accepted that as part of my nature. I no longer feel conflicted, and I'm much happier (and hornier) for it.

I cumdumped for the first time this week, I managed to get 11 loads. I found it to be a lot less hot than it actually was? The spell was sort of broken as soon as I left the hotel and I thought for a quick thrill I'm questioning how worth it cumdumping really is? It's all fun until you realise you have to get on with real life, and this sort of sleazy ideal situation that we're fed through porn and forums isn't actually real? Like yeah sex is great, physical pleasure is great. But that's it? I can't really see the drive behind it beyond that (personally) ~ this is just me though, I'm not critiquing anyone's sex life, do what you want I don't give a shit lol. Just saying personally it wasn't for me. Am I thinking too hard into this? I think the big thing for me was thinking 'oh shit I've literally just wasted two days where i could have been doing a million other things?'

Admittedly I'm late to cruising, started in 93. But the whole I'm waiting for that perfect guy to stroll into the ABS and grace them with dick or ass was prevalent during that time. And watched as these dudes sit down one guy after another and then bitch about how horrible the cruising is there, while their blowing guys off I'm actually blowing those same guys getting dick and enjoying myself.

Wait…gay people are ageist?!? What? Don’t tell me they’re racist, sizeist, and discriminate on looks too!? Can gay guys be petty and shallow? Yes, but that’s NOT solely function of how old they are. Yeah, guys my age can be ageist, we don’t have a lock on that…there’s plenty of middle aged guys who like guys my age and won’t even consider an older guy. That’s not excusing it, but that is lying it bare. I’ve been called horrible racist names not just by older guys, but by middle aged guys, and guess what…guys my age too! Do I criticize only older gays for being racist? No. Only Anglos for being racist? No. I criticize racists for being racist. Just like I criticize fat shamers for being size-ist. Criticize the haters for their hate. Don’t criticize an age cohort for being ageist, criticize the conduct and behavior. Not all guys my age are ageist…some are into older guys. We’re not all needy mindless shallow guys too absorbed in TikTok wanting participation ribbons for everything we do. Because you know what you did? YOU were ageist…guilty of the very same thing you complained of. Shame on you.

If you think the pup scene isn't sleazy you haven't met the Atlanta pups like me. We just had Dog days weekend at the Parliament resort in Augusta where I, pup Canyon, was publicly mounted, fucked, bred and fisted by piles of resorts guests and other pups. When i am at the local bar for pup night i am in the back room with my lubes, in my pup gear, getting fucked and fisted while pups and bar patrons watch or take a turn in me. And that's not even getting into my L and XL Bad Dragon K9 toys. We Pups and Furries are way more sleazy and perverted than you realize. That said, i agree the apps have reinforced exclusionism. And, as to the OP's original issue much of what is infecting the younger males (all of whom seem to have serious daddy/coach issues) is the lack of a male figure in their lives. Single women have raised large number of these boys to think like they were raised about their female bodies. Notice how younger guys all change clothes under a towel in the men's locker room and have this wholesale investment in the hetero monogamous couple that looks like a gay version of the Cleavers right out of Plesantville. And they get disappointed every time when it turns out 1 or both of them were 'cheating.' The hyper concern with consent grows out of that too. The relief I see so frequently in guys' eyes when I tell them i am a public sexual play space tells me how bad it's gotten, especially when with guys (bears, cubs, just plain average build) that are not the muscled beast build like me. It's why i like sex clubs over bath houses. The latter is to much teasing cat and mouse play. The sex club, guys all know they are there to fuck like animal in heat and do so.

I actually see the opposite at times. A lot young people want to fuck, they just aren’t into the group thing as much. It’s the “older” (35+) are the ones who are acting uptight about sex. They are the ones still thinking they are 20, sitting around waiting for another 20 year old. I can’t count how many times at the local cruising spot or sauna I seen middle age guys sitting around holding out for that perfect 25 year old jock, when it’s dozens of regular guys ready and willing to fuck. Or show up at a local motel for a Cumdump only to say “sorry I’m saving it for later.” Then they’ll scurry off in their little mini coopers, mad, bitter but pretending like they have action somewhere else. When u had all the chance to fuck right there. I mean if you want to hold out for a specific type of guy fine, but that’s basically the same thing guys are accusing younger folks of doing. They are just choosing to move into together and buy a dog and have a relationship in between sexual exploits.

Your update changes the outlook a bit. It now sounds like an issue of control, jealousy, insecurity, or some combination thereof. To say “You can’t Top anyone else until you Top me and I’m going to decide when (if) you Top me” is the same as saying “I’m going to decide whether you ever get to Top anyone at all.” Which is the same as saying he plans to keep you as a bottom until he decides otherwise. Which may be never. I will say this next thing very cautiously, because sometimes the worst thing you can do is to suggest to sow a seed of discontent in an otherwise happy person. Take it only as something to consider alongside the good things the two of you have going. You describe your relationship as wonderful, but your narrative contains clues of potential discord that you may be either overlooking or dismissing because you don’t want to confront them. I fear you will not be able to leave them unaddressed indefinitely. You have an unmet need, and the longer it goes unmet, the more discontented you will become until discontent turns eventually into anger, sadness, apathy or resentment - any of which could spell trouble for your relationship. That he reacts with anger suggests he feels threatened in some way. I can’t begin to speculate on his underlying psychology - I don’t know a thing about him - but how you deal with his anger (in general) is going to make a big difference in how this resolves. If he is the sort of person who is accustomed to getting his way by making noise and acting out, you’ll have to decide how much of that you plan to put up with. You’ll also have to decide how much you’re willing to be controlled, make it crystal clear where the line is drawn, and never back down from that line one inch if (when) he tests it. I’m afraid it sounds like you’re going to have to insist on some parity in the relationship when it comes to the matters in question, and obtaining it may make for some uncomfortable moments. Ultimately, though, your relationship will likely be much healthier for it - or else you will discover that things are not at all as rosy as you thought they were. Good luck.

Part 3 (Finally pozzed) Adam returned to the gym few days later, Cronus wasn’t there, but few strangers were. Adam saw his bottle waiting for him just next to where Antoni is sitting. As expect, the bottle was filled with a light-yellow liquid. Adam: thanks Antoni. Antoni: you’re welcum. Adam took a sip of Antoni piss, a bit salty as expected. He did train as usual, couldn’t do anything sex related since other men were there. Most of them were middle-aged men and quite muscular too, but not as much as him or Cronus. Also, the spot where he was bred by Cronus was cleaned, but not on the mirror where his precum droplets fly over. On his way out, he drank what was left of his bottle in front of Antoni and asked him: Adam: Thanks for the electrolytes, how long would it take to fill it with your protein mix? Antoni looks at the bottle. Antoni: I would say a week or two, it is after all a big bottle. However, I expect to have a bottle your personal protein mix in exchange. Adam: I will prepare that shake will pleasure. Then he left. Over the next six months, he focused his all his attention on the development of the treatment for HIV he planned. The results were very encouraging. Usually, doing research is a long and arduous process (no pun intended), results most of time are scarce or doubtful. However, for this project, it was the opposite. The team’s dynamic was likely the cause. Within the 2 first months, the markers were conceived and even tested. The synthetic immune system was a bigger problem, but the schedule was respected. The last step was human testing. As the testing progress and correction were implemented, Adam felt confident enough to secretly inject himself with the first marker. After few days, he checked if the marker was effectively in him and it was, no side effect. It is time to become Cronus son. Adam texted him. Adam: *Hello future Dad, how are you? * Cronus: *Hi, doing great, I’m still eager to get my DNA permanently deep in you. * Adam: *Good, I was texting you exactly for that, how fertile are you? * Cronus*My viral load is 1.1 millon, I’ve never been that high. I must impregnate you soon. As I was waiting for you, I’ve already seeded two new sons. * Adam: *mmm, I want you, I want your babies. I want to be your new toxic son * They schedule something at Cronus place. He told him to get a deep enema and too fast before, because once his cock will be inside, nothing gets out for the weekend. Adam wasn’t sure what he meant, but he followed his instructions. After the enema, he wiped his ass to be bare as possible, to remove all the lube used for the enema. Cronus lives in an apartment complex, he told Adam to come to his place naked. There was an underground parking, so he drove to his place. He got naked and place his clothes in the car and hide the key. However, a man definitely saw him passing by, he said nothing, but Adam felt that he was looking at him. Few minutes later, he finally gets in front of Cronus door. His cock is so hard it hurts, he leaks precum droplets everywhere. Adam never felt so nervous in his life, he knocks once on the door and it opens immediately, revealing Cronus completely naked. Adam almost sees him in slow motion, his heavily muscular tanned hairy body in full display, his pierced big cock fully erected resting under the biohazard tattoo scribed on his lower belly. His balls sack is abnormally large, Adam suspect that Cronus filled it with saline. Then, Cronus musk hit him, it was intense and manly. It didn’t take long to come back to reality, Cronus grabbed Adam and pull him inside his apartment. Like the first time, without a word, they kissed and hugged their sweaty naked body. After few minutes of intense kissing, Adam moved slowly down on Cronus, kissing and licking. He spends a few moments on his nipples then went on his biohazard tattoo, slowly kissing and licking it. Going down even more, he licks Cronus uncut cock, enjoying his aroma and flavors, playing with his large Prince Albert piercing. Adam guides Cronus right hand on his throat, holding it there. With one push, Adam deepthroats Cronus cock. Being balls deep inside Adam throat, Cronus also felt his cock passing just underneath his right hand. Not willing to waste Cronus fertile semen in his stomach, Adam pulls out of the deepthroat. Gently, with both hands, Adam holds Cronus enormous balls sack with hands and licks, kiss it, almost worshipped it. Cronus: That is fun, but I want to impregnate you now. Adam: Not before I flood your cock and balls with my last neg load. Cronus: You want to use that sounding tool again? Adam: Hell yeah. Cronus: Ok go get it. After Adam installs the sounding hollow tube between him and Cronus, Adam jerks off his big cock until his semen goes deep inside Cronus cock, flooding it. Adam’s huge load (1.5 liter) even fills Cronus bladder when Adam gives the final push. As Adam remove the sounding tube, he pinches Cronus urethras near his cock head, trapping the semen inside. Adam aligns his asshole with Cronus cock head, taking some time to scratch it roughly. Then forcibly impaled himself on Cronus hard cock, without any kind of lubricant. With a common motion, they both work to a fuck rhythm. Despite the fucking feeling intensely good, Adam felt Cronus’s Prince Albert ripping his ass. Adam’s semen was leaking for Cronus cock, providing a little natural lubricant for intense pounding. After few minutes, Cronus paused and lifted Adam off the ground while his cock remained inside of him. It was quite a challenge since Adam was quite heavy. Cronus brought Adam to his bed then resume the pounding, sometimes while kissing. Adam felt the area around his asshole getting wetter and there was a faint smell of iron in the air. After few minutes, Adam cum between himself and Cronus chest, creaming their abdomens. Less than a minute later, Cronus asked Adam: Cronus: I’m getting close to breed your ass. Do you still want my babies? Adam: Impregnate me! I want your toxic semen! I want your babies! I want to become your son! I want to be yours forever! Breed me! Adam kept repeating the same few words until he felt Cronus was impregnate him. With the sight of the biohazard tattoo on his future father, Adam heard Cronus shout a guttural “Ah” while orgasming. He could feel Cronus cock pulsate inside his ass, flooding him with a very fertile, a very toxic load of manly semen. While staying inside Adam’s ass, Cronus laid on Adam muscular body, breathing heavily. Adam: Thanks Dad 😊 Cronus: It was my pleasure to impregnate you. But it isn’t over yet. As I said, my cock will stay inside your ass the entire weekend until I’m sure you are fully loaded with my toxic semen and then, I will fuck you again and again, even if my balls are empty. Adam gave a strong and tight hug to Cronus, while kissing like there was no tomorrow. Later, Cronus talked with Adam to coordinate the next position. With some gymnastic and acrobatic moves, Adam lies on his belly and Cronus is on top of him, his big cock still deep inside Adam’s warm and wet ass. A bit too wet… Cronus looks at his cock and that Adam bled more than he expected, usually it’s pinker. Now, Cronus clearly see a thin layer of blood covering his cock and Adam ass. Cronus thinking: **Good, my babies will have more opportunities to get impregnate him.** They watch the TV inside Cronus bedroom while resting a bit. Adam: I think I can sleep in that position, but we still need to hydrate and eat a little. How are we going to do that while staying mated? Cronus: One of my eldest sons will come tomorrow to feed us and help with the rest. Adam: Who is he? Cronus: Oh, you don’t know, well then it is a surprise. But I can tell you that he never took the meds. He somehow manages despite being very toxic. Don’t worry, I will stay inside you, that way I’m sure I will be you’re the man who impregnated you. Adam: I’m eager to meet him. During that evening and night, Cronus breed for more times Adam. Adam falls asleep while tightly clamping his anus around Cronus cock. Cronus strapped himself to be sure that his cock, even if it’s soft, stay inside Adam. They barely slept. Next morning, Cronus wake up with a morning wood, his now hard cock still planted inside Adam’s ass. I saw that the blood dried. Despite that, it didn’t stop him to breed him once more. About an hour later, they both heard the apartment door being unlocked and someone enter. They heard him dropping bags and noises indicating most likely that person was undressing. Adam was oriented in a way that he could see who it was unless that person comes near the bed side. Familiar voice: Hello Dad, how was the breeding? Someone walks on the top of the bed and kiss Cronus. That person now steps near the bed side to be in the line of sight of Adam. Adam: Antoni ‽ Antoni: Good morning Adam. Adam sees an almost identical biohazard tattoo on Antoni lower belly. The name at the top is Cronus, the name at the center of the symbol his Atlas. However, it was the names at the bottom of the symbol that shocked Adam, so many of them. Dozens of them were tattooed there, in a list that continued on his legs! Obviously, Atlas erect cock was as he saw in the gym months ago, almost 2 feet long and crown with cockhead slightly similar of a horse or bull. It was stupidly thick, thick as a coffee mug. Underneath hangs an impressive although possible balls sack. The man, either shaved most of his body or had very little body hair. Despite that, for someone with that kind of muscle mass, he was surprisingly lean, but very veiny. Adam stretches his arm to touch Atlas. Atlas didn’t that a hot man touches his cock, but Adam went for the biohazard tattoo. He was fascinated by it, petting it. The last description to add to Atlas was he was still in his early thirties. However, one question was burning Adam mind. Adam: Did any of your sons took the name of Zeus? Cronus: No, because it was my duty as the father to name my sons and I didn’t want to give the name of Zeus. It is too much and unoriginal. Also, Zeus fucked almost every living being near him, especially women. Adam: Well, I did fuck several women and impregnated some of them. Cronus: Why do you want that name? Adam: Why not? I liked it. Cronus: As you wish, son, that name is reserved for you until you get baptize with your tattoo. Over the next 2 days, Atlas feed both Adam and Cronus with snack that can be absorbed completely. He quenched their thirst with his semen and piss. At some point, Cronus asked Adam if wanted to shower and said yes. Once said, Atlas left the bedroom for about an hour. When he came back, they resumed either the conversation or fucking. After several hours, Atlas climbed up on the bed and installed a small nozzle in his urethra. Holding it, he showered both Cronus and Adam, despite wetting the bed. On the last day of the impregnation weekend, Cronus asked Atlas to recharge him as much as possible, he will need all the sexual stimulation to keep breeding Adam ass. Cronus didn’t get an enema, but Atlas was kind enough to lube his enormous cock before penetrating Cronus ass. Adam, still underneath Cronus, swears that he could feel Atlas cock moving Cronus belly. At some point later that day, Cronus told Adams that it should be enough to get him pregnant. He unceremoniously unstraps himself out of the bed and slowly pulls out his sore cock out of Adam. Cronus inserts a butt plug in Adam ass. After a lot of cocks licking clean, kissing and thanking, Adam return to his car naked, then home. 3 weeks after, Adam gets an intense fever, muscles cramps and fatigue. Cronus hosts him during that time, obviously he was greeted with more ass breeding. Cronus took great care to suck and drink all Adam semen during the infection, to be sure that no neg semen is left in him and savor a rich thick semen in his mouth. When Adam felt better, he used an HIV home test kit as per requites of Cronus. To synchronize the quick test, had a blood sample sent to his lab a few days prior. Now, the lab gave the results back in an envelope. The quick test came back positive showing 2 bars. Adam opened the envelope and clearly understood that he was now HIV positive without any doubt. It was a shock for him, but he overcomes it thinking about his plan … and all the congratulations fucking helped too. Prelude to chapter 4 Adam gets his toxic blood biohazard tattoo and his plan slowly unfold. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// 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.

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 am living my own fantasy to the fullest 😜

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.

Man, I am so over those "save it for later" types. To me they are no better than the meth addicts who can't keep it hard.

I've been partnered and monogamous long enough that I haven't had to go through those changes, but it wouldn't surprise me. When I was young, 'old' was always about three years older than I was at the time - until I started getting around 25, when 'old' stalled out at around that number. I'm now in my 50s and it's been a decade or two since I would be boned about fucking myself. Some guys are just like that. There are also young guys who love (or at least are ok with) older guys, and that makes me happy, even if I'm not out there hunting them down IRL. However, my last experience before becoming permanently-partnered was with a twink who I later found was just looking for someone with a checkbook. That gave me a decidedly bad taste in my mouth, so be wary of those, unless you've got more money than you need, and don't mind giving it away. The key is for the two types of guys to find each other. That isn't always the easiest thing, especially if you're in a small group of people like a particular sex club on a Wednesday night, or the back rooms of an adult book store (if those things even still exist). Online is probably the best way to go these days I expect.

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

YOU! Are fucking turning us on. I'm stroking my dick right now.

Any wise words on that subject? I found your post funny with some truth, but on the other hand I don't think the option of suburbia being open to the younger generations is necessarily a bad thing. The difference being that now the young pigs are role models on social media rather than going out and seeing these guys as role models in the flesh, and possibly participating. It's sexuality behind a screen, for better or worse. The older gays I know have fun stories of adventures in the bushes, and being chased by the police. The idea sounds fun in theory, but then that was their only option, it was 'take it or leave it'. At least now you have more choices.

Great spirit, wanting to help others! As a chaser you could make a very important contribution. Clinical trials at different stages will include (and exclude) participants at certain risk levels. Typically, early-stage trials that establish that a product is safe, measure immune response, determine the appropriate dose, etc. enroll low-risk participants, because there is not much evidence that the product works. Depending on ethics, study design, prevalence of a disease in the study population, and transmissibility of the disease, later-stage trials that measure efficacy — how well a product works, in a study — might enroll either low- or high-risk participants. The less common a disease is and the harder it is to transmit, the more likely that it will be necessary to enroll high-risk participants. Otherwise, getting enough positive cases in the control group would take too long or require too many people. On the other hand, ethics discourages reliance on high-risk participants in a blind trial, because they won't know whether they're receiving the real product (which might, optimistically, be found to provide some protection) or placebo (which certainly won't provide any protection). Because establishing the efficacy of Truvada for PrEP depended in part on knowing how much sexual risk the study participants had, some later-stage Truvada for PrEP studies required participants to log their sexual activity. Higher-risk participants who received Truvada in essence challenged the product more than low-risk participants. To use another PrEP-related example, in countries where Truvada for PrEP is now the standard of care, other HIV prevention studies (of: antibodies, as in the AMP trial; PrEP products other than Truvada; HIV vaccines; and behavioral interventions) have to be larger, run longer, or be designed differently because it is not ethical to deprive participants of routine care. We know that Truvada for PrEP is very effective in preventing HIV, and we can't withhold it from study participants if it's generally available. All of this is to say that study volunteers who are at high risk of getting HIV can be very important to HIV prevention research.

That would be hilarious and annoying!

Not to derail the topic, but last three times I was at SD CumUnion and there is this guy there who will stay hour grunting and hollering like he’s about to cum, never does, and ends up leaving. Hilarious but annoying.

You would think the Germans should have a word for it I love playing with a nips (or any spot on their body that gives them pleasure - but nips are my favorite- with the right guy I can work on them for hours- starting with it being pleasurable- and then keep doing it (licking, sucking, biting) until the pleasure turns to discomfort to pain.. waiting for that moment when it turns back into pleasure…. Or is it that you now receive pleasure from pain? but damn that is hot when you find the right guy and you click- knowing that you are both needing the opposite sides of the same coin

This calls for communication. Nothing else will do. Drag the thing out in the open (no, not that thing—the topic) and discuss it frankly and honestly. Do this when he is sober, and at a time when you are close and comfortable together but not during physical intimacy, when he could use the sexual activity at hand to change the subject. You say he won’t let you Top him, and you say he says how much he wants it, but you don’t mention how much you’ve made it clear to him that you want it. If your approach so far has given him the impression that you’re up for it but could take it or leave it, try being direct and blunt: You’ve never let me Top you and I really want to. Be careful not to cause him to feel guilty for not doing so before. If he hesitates, resists, or deflects, stand your ground. Explain that this is important to you, but even more important to you is your relationship with him, knowing if something is troubling him that you can make right. Without knowing a great deal more about the parties involved, I wouldn’t be as willing to go as far with speculative motivations as @ejaculaTe has above, but I would say that the fact that he is actively vers with others narrows the range of potential issues to something to do with you and/or your relationship in particular. You do not say how long you’ve been in this relationship, only that it’s wonderful - yet there seems to be an underlying issue, on his part. Dig for it until you uproot it, lest it turn out to be something that grows to separate the two of you over time.

Their raw dicks have been in me, over their wives

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!!!

I really was trying to be PC, and I’ve never been to those cities, but the fact I think those can be viable alternatives to San Francisco is sad. The last cumunion party I went to was before covid and was 80% vouyers and 10% guys saving it for later (I mean ur at freaking CumUnion!!). Gultch was even sadder. And the bars were half women. Best luck like someone said is a private party like BBRT.

I would volunteer.

A great first chapter! Lots of pozzibilities abound with these three...☣️ Keep writing...👍

Should you go bareback? In my opinion, YES! Should you go on PrEP? That's a personal decision. Some of us have chosen to stop worrying and embrace the thrill of chasing bugs. But that's an individual choice, and we accept the positives and negatives that go with it. Even if you go on PrEP, the medication will be more effective against certain strains and less effective against others. PrEP also doesn't protect against STDs other than HIV. You can talk to folks here individually, or with a doctor if you're really unsure. You ultimately will need to decide on your own.

Part IV We were both exhausted but by morning we had regained our energy and were busy in bed doing what Gay men do best...FUCKING and having how sweaty man sex...I had no idea that a home remodel project would turn into something like this..Over the course of the past few days we fucked in every position and even fucked in the kitchen before coffee and breakfast... My ass was beginning to enjoy having his tongue and his hard cock inside of it....I could easily fall in love with this guy but I dont know much about him just that he's a great handyman both in and out of bed.... We finished up my project that day and got everything put back in order. I paid him for his services (the flooring not the sex). He gathered up his tools and left. I was there sitting at home and needed to get my stuff ready to go back to work as the next day was a work day for me. Fast forward a couple of weeks I woke up feeling really crappy with a sore throat and headache...I walked into the bathroom to get my thermometer to check my temp and looked in the mirror..I looked like SHIT I had a horrible rash on my stomach, i checked my temp and it was 100.7. I took some asprin, called in to work sick and went back to bed. I slept another few hours. I called my Dr and he advised to come in, there is a flu going around I may have caught it. So i called my bestie to see if she can come pick me up and take me to my Dr's appt because I did not feel at all like driving. My doc checked me over said my lymph nodes were swollen and gave me a prescription, he said the rash could be an allergic reaction to something. He suggested that I switch laundry soaps and even my bath soap too... I stopped by CVS and picked up my prescription and got some other things then went home and crashed. I woke around 3am and still not feeling too good. I called my boss and he suggested I take another day off but asked if he could get a note from my doc stating whats going on. So i called my doc and he said he would have it waiting at the front desk for me....I asked my bestie if she could get it on her way home from work, she said no prob...About 2 weeks later I started to feel much better and was able to resume my normal activities. My boss gave me sick time for some of it and towards the end I worked from home as I had some deadlines to follow up on. Fast forward a year later i was at the pride event for our city and was attending with some good friends including my bestie...We walked through and checked out each of the booths. We came to the local AIDS/HIV organizations booth and they were doing free HIV tests. This cute twink came up to me offering to do a rapid HIV test. I said yea what the heck im negative so sure....As we went into the private booth we got to talking and he told me was from the midwest out here attending medical school. I thought wow thats impressive you are volunteering here and attending medical school. He gave me quick poke took my blood and then put it on the strip with some chemical. We talked some more and he said we should know in about 15-20 minutes. He said dont be alarm when you see one thick red line as this is the control line which is there to show the test is working....If we see two lines it means im positive...if it shows two lines he suggested making an appointment with my primary care physician to do a thorough HIV test to make sure. After about 15 minutes he looked at his watch and then looked at the test, DAMN there were two bold red lines on the test. I looked at him in disbelief and didnt know what to think...He asked me to wait there and he was going to go get someone to come talk with me...while I was waiting my bestie sent me a text and asked if everything is alright...I replied back no i dont think so...wait a few and ill be out..A few minutes later this heavy set woman comes in and sits next to me, in her hand she has some pamphlets and starts to talk to me about my test results an the fact I may be HIV+. I listened to her but to be honest my min was somewhere else trying to sort through my mind how did this happen and who gave it to me.I wondered how long have i been positive...I left the booth and told my bestie I am ready to leave. She looked at me and said you dont want to stick around for the show tonight, I shook my head and said no i want to go home. In the car on the way home I started crying and she pulled over and said what's wrong are you ok? I looked at her and said im positive... We got home I read through those pamphlets and did some research on the internet about testing positive for HIV...I called my Dr on Monday to set up an appointment to get an HIV test. The whole weekend my stomach was in knots wondering who gave it to me and who i give it too? I also wondered how am i going to tell my family...

Part 2 Adam came out of the shower, and back into the playroom, toweling himself off. I reached over and grabbed the pipe, passing him another shotgun. I wanted to get this whore spun. He took the hit and we passed it back and forth before he dropped to his knees and took my already hard cock in his mouth. He slurped on my fat uncut dick, lavishing attention on my long foreskin. I grabbed his head, forcing the boy to gag on my cock. He had an impressive lack of a gag reflex, but eventually he started to panic because he couldn’t breathe with his mouth and throat full of daddy cock. I let him up. He took a deep breath, then went back down on my cock, taking it all the way into the back of his throat. This boy was talented. But I had a goal for my load of cum. I needed to breed it into his cunt. After he sucked my cock for a few minutes, I pulled Adam up and got his face close to mine. I spat on his face, which made him flinch. Then I licked it off while he closed his eyes and moaned. Under his breath I could hear him murmur “please, Daddy.” “What’d you say, boy?” “Please, Daddy! I need your cock in my pussy. Are you gonna fuck me? My hole is nice and sloppy for you, just how you like it. It’s how you’ve always liked it, daddy!” Oh here we go. My boy whore liked to play daddy/boy games. I’m always game for that kind of kinky shit, and if it made him beg harder for more cum, then I was definitely up for it. “That’s right, baby boy. You’ve been selling your pussy all day, haven’t you? You gonna give Daddy his share now, son?” “Yes, SIR! My pussy is always yours, Daddy! I sold my pussy just like you taught me, daddy. I was a good boy and let every one of them cum in my hole.” I reached down and felt the plug that was still in his cunt. I tapped on the end of it a few times, which made him moan even louder. “You ready for my cock now, son?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy! My head is spinning and my hole is so fucking hungry. Please give it to me.” “Get up here, whore.” Adam immediately hopped up on the bed, naked, and turned his ass toward me, hanging over the edge of the mattress. He laid his head on the bed and arched his back, turning his head to look back at me with his sexy puppy dog eyes, pleading for cock. “Keep your ass in the air, whore. I don’t want any of those whore loads to drip out of your pussy. Gotta keep it nice and lubed up. You’re in for a long night, son.” He laughed and said “Yes, SIR! I love cum in my cumdump. It’s what it was made for!” I quickly pulled out the plug. It was pretty fat, and he hissed as it popped out of his hole. A tiny amount of jizz dripped out of his gaping cunt. I slapped his ass playfully, and said “keep your hole in the air, boy.” He moaned louder when I put the plug in front of his face, and he immediately knew what to do. He swallowed the plug as if he was giving it a blowjob, sucking the potent mixture of five strangers’ cum loads off the plug, including the Dad bod guy I saw breeding him in the alleyway. Adam was pretty spun at this point and there was porn playing on the TV in the playroom, so he didn’t hear Josh come in. I glanced over and saw that it was just a few minutes past midnight. I could see him through the doorway, taking off his clothes and putting them on the counter. I saw him take the boner pill. In a moment, he was standing in the doorway looking sexy as fuck in a jockstrap and nothing else. I put my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet and motioned him over to stand next to the bed. Josh’s fat cock was rock hard and ready to fuck. I pointed to Adam’s hole and Josh quickly slid his entire cock into the velvety smooth pussy that was being presented to him. He let out a big sigh and said “fuuuuuuuuuuck.” Adam turned and looked at me, surprised. I just smiled a wicked grin and said “Boy, look who’s here. It’s your big brother Josh. You wanna let your big bro fuck your big sexy pussy, Adam? Do ya? Will you do that for Daddy?” Adam just moaned loudly as Josh bottomed out and his balls nuzzled Adam’s ass. “Oh Daddy! Fuck that feels good. It’s so thick. Please fuck me bro! I love your cock.” Josh just laughed and said “I’ve been so fucking horny all day. I’ve been doing nothing but studying and haven’t had time to find some hot boy hole to breed. You want me to breed ya, bro?” Adam just moaned while Josh held his hard cock all the way in Adam’s hole. Josh laughed and said “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the pipe and took a huge hit. I reached over to Josh and went to pass the shotgun to him and he eagerly accepted it. After a second of inhaling the smoke, he got a funny look on his face but he kept inhaling and passing the smoke back to me while he started a slow fuck of Adam’s cunt. After the shotgun was done, he pulled away from my face and said “Dude. What was that? That wasn’t like any weed I’ve ever smoked.” “It’s not weed, man. It’s tina. You’ll love it. It’ll make you horny as fuck and want to keep fucking this little whore. I bought him for me for the night but I’ll share his pussy with you. He’s already got five loads in him.” “Five loads? Fuck. Damn, you ARE a fucking whore.” Adam moaned because his pussy was being opened up well by Josh’s fat cock. “Dude, I literally sell my ass for money. So yeah. I’m a whore.” Josh stopped fucking Adam and said “Oh hey man, didn’t mean to insult you,” Josh said but Adam laughed, turned his head and said “I AM a fucking whore. Call me a whore, it’s what I am. I love selling my ass for money. I’d give it away for free, but men love paying me to dump their loads in my hole so why say no?” We all laughed and I took another long drag on the pipe and shared it with Josh. I was gonna get this boy spun and take his cherry if it was the last thing I did. We shared another huge hit and he started back in on Adam’s pussy, making him moan loudly. I could hear the squishy sounds of the loads in Adam’s hole being stirred up by Josh’s cock. I leaned down and passed another hit to Adam who greedily sucked it into his lungs and shared it with me, then I set the pipe down and said “well whore. Make yourself useful while your brother uses your pussy.” Adam laughed and quickly took my cock all the way down his throat. Josh and I quickly developed a rhythm for using both of Adam’s holes, I held back because I wanted to breed his ass, and I knew from experience that Josh could fuck a few times before he got tired, even without the cialis that I left him. After 15 minutes of fucking Adam and making out over his back, Josh started to breathe harder and I knew he was getting close. I pulled my cock out of Adam’s mouth with a pop and he started to try to take it again, but I pushed his head away and leaned over to play with Josh’s tits. I knew from experience it would make him cum really hard, and just like clockwork, my hot college boy sped up his cock going in and out of that whore cunt. He got short of breath and pretty soon he was pumping Adam’s hole for everything he was worth. Adam was moaning like a cheap whore (which, in fact, he was) and begging for Josh’s load. “Come on, bro, give me your sperm. I gotta have it. Need another load inside me. Lube me up so dad can breed me too.” Josh was panting loudly and I played with his tits even harder. Then he blew. “FUCK little bro! I’m cumming in your cunt! Take MY FUCKING LOAD!” Then he stopped. I kept pinching his tits hard and reached under to grab his nuts. I could feel them throbbing and knew he was breeding my whore. Josh was panting loudly and collapsed on top of Adam with his cock still all the way inside the whore. I let them rest for a few minutes and then said “move aside, it’s Daddy’s turn at the cumdump.”

Sentences, man. Sentences and paragraphs.

I visit Dallas a week from today. Toxic & off meds.

I was 21 almost 22 years old, it was 1986, I am an Australian I was traveling the USA I had had sex across the USA from San Fran to Washington. I arrived in New York City it was late just getting dark, I was walking through Central Park and three black guys cornered me and took me to a secluded place they raped me the first one had a long thin cock my ass took his cock easily as I was an experienced bottom. The second guys cock was much thicker but with the massive load the first guy had shot in me I took him balls deep while on my knees I saw the next guys cock it was like a baseball bat. I was worried now. The other two picked me up and guided me onto his cock I had no control it felt like he was splitting me in two he didn’t last long he shot his load in me called me a fucking Whore told me I had been fucked by a real man. They then stole my money. Took my bags I had nothing but my dirty clothes they had left in the dirt. I put them on and went to the police station they said there was nothing they could do. They let me use the phone to contact family to get money sent and documents to get a new passport. This would take days. They gave me the details of a homeless shelter. I went the first night, I explained what had happened to me I heard others talking about me, I noticed a lot of semi naked men wandering the halls as it was hot. I found the showers and put on the T-shirt and shorts they gave me I found the room there was a guy asleep on the top bunk the door was open already so I left the door open as it was a hot night so I stripped off and laid naked on my bed. The mattress was smelly and I noticed a man on the top bunk was standing over me, he closed the door he never said a word as he slid his cock in my ass, a few thrusts and after thirty seconds he grunted and yelled as he bred me. He made so much noise it attracted others. They formed a queue outside my door and one by one they fucked me over n over. The next morning my hole was open and leaking cum n blood on the mattress. I went to the showers. Some of the comments were insulting, slut whore were ones I remember. I went back to my room and the line started to form again. I let them use me as they wanted, I had no strength to resist I lost track of the amount of men who used me, I passed out I woke up and I was hungry So I got up and went to the kitchen to get some food. I went for a walk to the police station to see if there was any news. Someone had found my backpack with my passport and some clothes. I was so happy. I went back to the shelter. It was another warm afternoon, I laid on my mattress the smell of cum on the mattress was strong. I heard footsteps outside my room and the door opens in cane a black man tall and skinny I saw a huge cock down his right leg he dropped his shorts and said suck it. I did as I was told. I noticed how wasted and skinny he was I thought it was because he was homeless. He started to finger my hole. It was tender and sore from yesterday he told me to bend over he spat on my hole and his cock which was now fully erect and thick 10 inch cock was at my hole he drove it in I yelped he covered my hand and started to rape my hole. I was just a hole to him. Others had gathered and were watching from the hallway. He finished and in cam the next guy. It became a blur some guy gave me some pills to make it better. I passed out I woke up on my back legs tied back, a fist in my ass. Cum over my face a sore mouth I could taste cum. Later that night I took two huge black cocks at the same time. I was there for 5 nights. By the fifth night I didn’t want to ever leave. The word got out. Over the 5 nights I estimate I took over 100 loads from an unknown amount of homeless men. When I got home I went to the Dr the tested me I had clymidia. But negative to other STD’s and HIV. he told me I was lucky. I agreed.