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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. -----

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.

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

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

i have a foreskin and smegma fetish. I’ve had no problem finding uncut men to suck, but it’s not easy to find men who are willing to share their unwashed cocks with someone who wants to savor the scent and perhaps even taste a little cheese. So if there are any men out there that might get off on another man sniffing and cleaning his cheese, hit me up.

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.

Bi bottom looking for DDF CLEAN BIG BLACK COCKS (ONLY!) near STL to gangbang me and flood me with their cum one after the next, I'll swallow loads too but I much prefer it in my ass! Gloryhole/theater seems like it would be fun! Maybe a few guys visit me in the gloryhole to get me loose and "lubed" up then I spend a few hours getting railed on the theater floor/furniture! Or possibly club STL and have a train of BBC use me in the steam room or wherever they think would be hot! DP is an ultimate goal eventually but if you can get me super horny and well fucked it's definitely on the table! I just wanna be a BBC cum bucket slut for a night!

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.

Their raw dicks have been in me, over their wives

You speak of “old man karma” as if it were Social Security. There’s no evidence or guarantee that you get back from “old man karma” in equal measure to what you put in (indeed, for upcoming generations that may well be true for Social Security as well). In fact, if there were, we probably wouldn’t be engaged in this discussion because the custom would have become ingrained into our culture. It hasn’t. ”Service me because you’ll wish someone would service you when you’re in my predicament” is poor persuasion; it offers no benefit to the young person other than a fuzzy sort of hedge against a future that seems a very long way off, and he probably figures that if guys in the future are anything like they are now, him doing you at this moment is going to get him exactly bupkiss from some young hardbody in thirty years. I’m 54. I don’t have a thing going for me in the looks department - never have - except maybe a full head of hair, and that’s going gray. Time has not been kind, and I show the lines of hard life that a little moisturizing will do fuck-all to fix. I’m under zero delusions that when I go to the bathhouse anybody is going to drool over me (well, some do, but not the kind you want, the way you want... I’ll say no more). More walk right by my open door than walk in it. Of course they do. I’m not the freshest fruit on the fruit stand. And if I set my goals very narrowly, if I let my expectations exceed reason, if I entertained fantasies about myself or other men not grounded in reality, if I believed I was entitled to anything from anyone in such a setting, the fact of my age, appearance and condition compared to the young and sexually prime could be a problem. I don’t, and it’s not. I get fucked rather frequently, by a wide variety of men, of all ages (from my personal threshold of mid-20s up) because I simply don’t care what someone thinks of me. A man either wants to fuck me, or he doesn’t - my equation doesn’t get any more complicated than that. If he wants to fuck me, he gets to fuck me. Simple. No negotiation, no posturing, no valuation on my part. Any valuation on his part is mostly done and over with by the time he approaches me, and if it’s negative I usually never have to know about it. The reason this works for me is that I don’t go out searching. I don’t cruise. I station myself, advertise, and let them come to me if they’re interested. That’s half the battle right there - I’m not wasting time on those who never had any interest in my ‘old man karma’ to begin with. And I’m not sure a 70-year-old man fucking me would give me that much old man credit anyway. I do think that simply throwing myself out there and clearly not giving a shit about appearances does grant me a certain benefit - many people interpret it as confidence, and evidently confidence attracts some people. At the very least, I get an unusual number of requests from first-timers to explain how things work in a bathhouse, even though, since I’m buck-naked, I’m clearly not a member of the staff. So I wouldn’t put any great hope in the notion that persuading young men to give it up will pay dividends to them in later years - there’s simply no causal relationship. Perhaps the solution is to look for ways inside ourselves to display attributes of us that young men may admire - beyond what the eye simply beholds.

I would volunteer.

I woke up real horny this morning sporting solid erection. My boy Drew was asleep beside me so I woke him up and told him, "son I gotta fuck you" He said "sure Daddy" and rolled on to his belly and presented his ass. I mounted him and fucked him hard. He moaned "fukkin breed my hole Daddy" It always triggers me when he calls me Daddy when I'm inside him so I immediately emptied my balls up his ass.

Today I had a day off at work and decided to go to the sleazy old bathhouse downtown. My hole was craving for cum and I was nearby, so I couldn't resist. I had an amazing time, I sucked so much cock in the darkroom and had a few older daddies fuck my hole bareback, but none of them bred me. I then went to my little cubicle and saw a handsome moustached daddy walking by, watching at me everytime he was in front of my door, so I leaned back and showed him my hole, he immediately came in and closed the door behind him. He pulled down the red thong he had on and shoved his dick into my mouth. My hands were all over his hairy body while he fucked my throath. He then turned me over and pushed his raw cock into my wet cunt, It gave no resistance thanks to the daddies in the darkroom! He came quickly but every second of him pumping my hole full of his seed felt like Paradise. There's something so beautiful about being fucked raw in a bathhouse by a much older man, in such dark and small rooms that smell like moisture, where so many have been inseminated before. The daddy that bred me was so hot, His red thong and porn moustache had me in a trance. The fact that he could be my dad because of his age made everything even better 😋 Can't wait to go again and be a hole for older men to use!!! 🐷

Old stuff before prep was introduced

The game got out of control - Part 9 (The Saturday party) Matteo led me straight to the bathroom and then said to me, "wash yourself thoroughly, but leave the plug in your ass. And while you're washing, please tell me how the fuck happened earlier." I began to shower and tell.... "...first there was the package delivery man..." "Yes and then what?" "...well, I had to open..." "Go on, don't let him pull everything out of your nose!" "Okay, when he saw me, he pulled out my plug and threw it away, then he fucked me, inseminated me and called me names. Then I had a beer, and went looking for the plug, which I eventually found outside the other's door, where we met. That's the long story in a nutshell." "Ah, I see, I want to tell you in confidence that they did the same game with me half a year ago, in the end it was super awesome though." "Do you really think so? I mean for me everything is so new here, with the gay sex." "Sure, but now get ready, then rest until just before 9 pm, and then the party starts. I'm going to wake up the others now, and we'll get the party basement ready." It was 6 p.m. when I walked out of the bathroom into the living room, no one was left in the apartment, and the big heavy package wasn't there either. Instead, there was a note on the living room table: "Dear Bennie, there is a carafe of orange-lime lemonade for you in the fridge in the study, please drink it all. We are downstairs in the basement, and will pick you up around 9pm. The robe, and the jock on the sofa is for you, please put it on so you can get through the stairwell safely. In friendship Simon" I got the cold lemonade and a glass, and looked at this jockstrap, and thought to myself what a funny piece of cloth. I drank some of the lemonade, which was very refreshing, but also took some getting used to, then I tried on these assless pants. It was a strange weird but horny feeling, I went to the mirror in the bedroom, and surveyed myself. This jockstrap showed off my ass very well, I could get used to it. The lemonade had a bit of a bitter aftertaste, if I was going to drink the whole carafe I needed some alcohol to go with it, so I decided to get the vodka from the fridge in the kitchen, and lo and behold the stuff tasted much better, but also made me a bit tipsy. After the third glass of vodka orange lime lemonade I got really horny, my cunt started to itch and wanted to be worked on, so I played around a bit with the plug. The vodka was half full, and the carafe was empty, it was 8:50pm, and Johannes came up to pick me up. "Well you horny sow? All fit in the crotch?" "No, I really need a fat cock in my ass." "You'll get it for sure!" he said with a grin, and we walked down the stairs to the basement. What do you mean we walked, actually? John walked, I almost floated down the stairs, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I didn't normally know this feeling with half a bottle of vodka, but it felt very good. Arrived in the basement anteroom it was very dim, Johannes instructed me to take off my robe and follow him into the actual party basement. It was absolutely quiet in the basement anteroom, but when Johannes opened the heavy steel door, which reminded me of a door of an air raid shelter, the loud techno beats flew around my ears. I was grabbed by someone and quickly pulled into the room, Johannes very quickly closed the steel door behind us again. I could see almost nothing, everything only dimly, so dark it was in the room. They led me to a kind of hammock and positioned me in just that, with my ass over the edge, my legs and hands fastened in attached slings, I was defenseless and at everyone's mercy. The plug was pulled out of my pussy, a very bright white light was switched on above me and then Simon spoke to the group and to me: "Dear POZ community, we have something to celebrate today. This 21 year old is Benjamin, you have all seen the videos from our game night yesterday, and the videos from today from the stairwell. Benjamin thought he was straight until yesterday, but he quickly realized he wasn't. He loves more than anything to feel a horny POZ cock inside him, and he loves it even more when the POZ sperm is pumped into his bowels. And now dear POZ brothers, I wish you much pleasure with the hot beats and even more pleasure with the hot holes of our Benjamin, so that he quickly joins our POZ community. And dear Benjamin, I wish you a lot of fun and success, there will be 25 selected friends using you tonight, and they will then decide whether you belong to the POZ club or not. But I think you will belong to us." After this speech the bright lights went off again and the techno music came back on, Simon was also the first to fuck me and cum inside me. I felt only horny, one cock after another splashed into my hole, after which I naturally sucked the piston clean in my mouth. Some also loaded me several times, I'm pretty sure. The counting of the loads I have totally forgotten before loud feeling of happiness. At some point, I was almost out of it, I was carried upstairs to the apartment with this leather mat of 4 stallions, and laid down on a soft mattress, Hussein squatted next to me and whispered in my ear: "You were absolutely great tonight, and now sleep well and recover well." "What time is it anyway?" I asked. "It's 5:30 on Sunday morning, and now sleep well. Wait? What, 5:30 in the morning? How could I stand that? That was ha eight and a half hours! Did anyone count how many loads there were? And I still want to know what that damn POZ means! Will someone enlighten me? ...continued? For sure! Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

I went to a friends for dinner in Amsterdam two days ago. I set off for home just after midnight. Amsterdam is not as safe these days as it used to be for gay guys but I noticed a nice looking older guy on the tram giving me the eye. I got off at my stop and he got off too. I deliberately went in the wrong direction just to see if he'd follow me and he did. I ducked into a dark-ish doorway and he stopped close by. We had a brief chat and I asked if he wanted to blow me; I did warn him that I was poz. He was keen and got to chomping away. Anyway it didn't take long before I was blasting a badly needed load down his throat. I buttoned up, gave him a kiss and walked off leaving him on his knees in the dark. I slept well that night!

Sentences, man. Sentences and paragraphs.

Around 100 or more turned up, including around 10-15 females. The orgy commenced at 2100hrs after a sausage zizzle, getting around nude in the large yard beforehand was cool and a large open fire was provided for warmth to warm your cockles and cum-hole... There was a boys only play area where most of the guy-on-guy action happened mostly raw cocks. Downstairs in the main house was the bi-play area where was plenty happening also the lads fucking in front of the lassies... I also fucked two women in pussy but with a condom, one of the fems gave me good head\suck and g8 ball-suck b4 I fucked her, I got told that I knew how to use my tool in her cunt... The official orgy ended at 0000, those not camping left, I camped in my 4-man tent alone as I'd not made any connections to fuck-on into the wee hours as others did up till 0400. I packed up my tent at 0600 b4 most others were up, went to have a shower and the nicest big cut hard dick came into also have a shower, we went to a mattress where I sucked him he jerked off my massive load, he then jerked off his. I departed to go bush for the day just after 0700. Image me topping in the lads only play area.

I am incapable of sexual monogamy and this is true of most males. I never tire of being a piece of fuck meat and feeling yet another cock or hand (or sometimes both) enter me even as I am being milked for my own seed. You will have to decide what is important to you and discuss it with your partner. I have a boyfriend now that I love to pieces and both of us are highly promiscuous. We enjoy hearing about the sexploits of each other and he has been the cameraman for several of my porn scenes because he enjoys seeing me get used hard and heavy, so you can have Love and Lust in your life at the same time but you both have to be open to it.

I so agree- came to the party life as a straight laced older person ( 60's) when I first met Tina and now a chem cum dump of a pig.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”