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Spin the Bottle The commute on Wednesday was so much easier than the day before. I crawled out of bed, pissed, made some coffee and sat down at the table naked, ready for work. The day breezed by and I closed the laptop just after five, having never had to put any clothes on. The time I setup to meet Gabriel was a few hours away. I didn't want to be rushed like I had been the day before with Chase or make it sound like I was inviting myself over for dinner. As I was making myself something to eat, I began to think that maybe I should invite him over for dinner. That thought caught me off guard since I liked to keep people at arms length. But there was just something about him that I liked. Maybe it was his honesty or vulnerability or playfulness or how he felt in my arms or something I hadn't realized yet. Yeah, the sex was good, well... great, but I thought there was something more to it. I finished my dinner and jumped in the shower. I felt like a total queen as I rummaged around for just the right things to wear. Eventually, I decided on worn jeans with a few tears in the leg, leather boots and a tight fitting tee. Sexy and a little edgy. I picked a bottle of wine out of my rack, which thankfully took much less time than the clothes selection. I put a pair of plastic wine glasses and a corkscrew in the bag with the wine and went downstairs. I had called an uber and stood there in the vestibule waiting for it. "Damn, you lookin fine there. Hope it's a hot date" the doorman said as I stood there waiting for the car to pull up. Chuckling, I replied "Thanks. I hope its hotter than hot." The car finally arrived and I rode over to Gabriel's place silently. I got out and tipped the driver extra since he was really quick and safe, a rarity among taxi and ride share drivers from my experience. A push on the button and a few seconds later Gabriel was opening the door. His mom was in the living room watching TV and I said "Nice to see you again" as we walked through. She gave me a big smile and said "I'm glad to see you again, too" in reply. We walked back to his room, sitting down on the floor and I opened the bottle of wine. After I poured out two glasses, Gabriel took the bottle in his hand and read over the label. "Someone has good taste. This is not cheap stuff" he said with a grin. "I thought about bringing something fortified to get you drunk and easy, but I was all out" I said back, trying to hide my own grin. "Man... you already know I'm easy. I gave it up as soon as you got here last time" he replied. We both laughed and talked a while before he said "Momma must really like you. She said to have fun and just close the door if we do anything nasty. She's always wanted me to keep my door open when anyone came over." He reached back and swung the door shut. "You must have a lot of visitors" I replied, hoping the smirk on my face told him I was joking. "Tons... well... not really. A few friends and I've only had sex here twice. A guy in high school and you" he said, looking a little ashamed. "Quality over quantity" I said, taking a sip of wine. He burst out laughing and I wasn't sure if he was making a comment about the sex we had or not. "The guy in high school was as clueless about sex as I was. It was soooo fucking bad. I found out later that a couple girls in school had already experienced his lame moves so they passed the word around. None of the girls would have sex with him so he tried me. I thought getting my cherry popped was supposed to be this magical thing. Instead, I realized my finger was much better than his dick" he explained. "I hope I set the bar higher" I said. "You're here again, aren't you?" he replied with another of those sexy grins. I poured the last of the wine into our glasses as we kept talking. I didn't want to kill the mood, but I decided to bring up the free clinic that wasn't too far from his place. "Testing and visits are free and they find ways to make the medications affordable or free, too" I said. He seemed to appreciate my concern but stayed quiet after, saying "Thanks, I'll look into it." It felt like he didn't want to discuss it anymore, so I changed the topic and asked about his life out on the west coast. Once we had finished off the wine, I pushed the empty glasses and bottle to the side and pulled him close. We kissed for a while, our hands groping and rubbing all over each other's fully clothed bodies. He slid his hands under my tight tee and and had it over my head after a brief struggle. Next, it was my turn and since his shirt was much looser, it was sliding across the floor in about a second. He kicked off his slip-on shoes and then I realized my big fashion mistake. I reached down and pulled up my jeans and started unlacing my boots. "What the fuck? Boots? Fuckin' twenty hole boots? Were you planning on just slipping those jeans down far enough to get your dick out and fuck me against the wall like some back alley hookup?" he asked, looking pretty pissed off. "Nah... Nothin like that. I wasn't even planning on taking my clothes off tonight" I said back, innocently. It was the truth and even though I rarely met a guy without fucking him, this was going to be one of those times. I stopped untying my boots and began to lace them back up telling him "Maybe I should go." He moved closer and gave me the look my mom used to when I'd done something really bad as a kid. "I'll do it this time, but don't make a habit of it. I'm not your bitch" he said, his stern face turning into a devilish grin. He unlaced them and then tugged both off before looking back at me. "You don't think I spent all that time cleaning my booty just to have you sulk off home without giving me at least a quickie, do you?" he added, keeping the devilish grin. My pants slid off quickly and then my trunks. Gabriel stood up and did a slow striptease, pulling just his jeans off and showing he was going commando. He wasn't going to have any impediments to getting my dick in his ass tonight. But with his mom a few rooms over, I needed to be quiet. I pulled him back down to the rug next to me and kissed him again. A short while later, I rolled on top of him, pinning him face down to the floor. My stiff cock nestled between his butt as I continued to kiss the back of his neck while I slowly humped his ass. He was making these soft grunts with each stroke of my cock between his butt cheeks. Rising up and hovering over his body, my cock worked its way into the crevice and toward his hole. The quiet moan he let out encouraged my slow descent into him. It continued until my hips pressed against his ass and he whispered "Oh fuck yeah" before giving my cock a couple quick squeezes. Bending my arms, I lowered myself on to his back and began to roll my hips. This was a little like the second fuck a few days earlier, but I was determined to make it last a lot longer. I was only giving him quarter strokes, but it was the deep end and it felt really good to keep most of my cock inside of him. The moans he let out were quiet but I didn't want to let anyone else hear them but me. Reaching over, I could stretch just enough to grab a pillow and I tossed it next to his head. Moments later, his face was buried into the pillow and my strokes got longer. Some of his moans escaped the pillow but he kept most of them muffled. I sped up a little, giving the occasional hard thrust into him. He would grunt louder when I did that, and I didn't want his mom pounding on the door. It felt almost like one of those high school fucks I'd had so many years ago and I let out a soft giggle at the thought. I drilled him a few more minutes and then pulled my cock slowly out. I rolled him over and pushed his legs back before easily slipping my bare cock back inside. Gabriel held on to his legs, spreading them wider and allowing me to go a little deeper. We both tried to stay as quiet as possible but when I started to pound him harder, I had to place my mouth over his to keep our moans contained. With our mouths connected, it didn't take long for our tongues to begin playing. As much as I wanted to slam into his ass, I knew the sound of our bodies hitting each other would make more noise than I wanted. It didn't matter, the feeling of his soft, warm chute and the constant squeezes his ass gave my cock got me closer and closer to orgasm. Both my tongue and cock made a final plunge and I was again filling him with more of my charged seed. Almost immediately, I felt the first strong shot of his cum coat my chest and then his remaining ones covered his chest. Obviously, he had remembered my comment from my previous visit and allowed himself to cum naturally, rather than hold off until I had left. It did milk out another shot or two from my balls. I really believe both the top and the bottom should enjoy sex, regardless of the situation. We rolled again until he was laying on my chest. Gabriel alternated between kissing my chest, sucking on my nips and licking his cum off of me. A few minutes later he worked his way down my body and let his tongue loose on my soft cock. It didn't stay soft for long as he bathed it with his tongue, covering every square inch. "Mmm, a little metallic... you are trying to knock me up again" he said with a grin. He crawled up next to me and we began to kiss, swapping spit and poz cum back and forth. His arm was laid across my chest and mine around his shoulder. We dozed off for a few minutes and when we woke it was just after ten PM. I kissed him again and then he smiled back at me. "I have a favor to ask" he said softly. I nodded and he continued "I decided to take your advice and embrace the new, poz me. I'm going to start by getting a tattoo." I'm sure I looked a little shocked, but I tried to wipe it off my face and seriously ask "Are you sure you want to mark that beautiful body?" He chuckled and said "It's already marked on the inside..." pausing and then adding "I don't want something that is normally visible, but will tell the guys I get naked with what's up. I was thinking of a biohazard symbol on my ass, with the date below." "You know... that would be misleading if you become undetectable" I replied. "Yeah, but I will always be poz. I want to do it to show people I am not ashamed of having HIV" he said. "Well, then you might want something more visible. Maybe on your wrist or neck... on your chest or around your nipple. Just remember, it's permanent like the bug is, so choose something that YOU can live with" I told him. He nodded and seemed to be thinking more about it, so I gave him a minute before I asked "So what's the favor? I can't tattoo you." After a few moments Gabriel asked "Will you come to the shop with me on Saturday?"

So I’m sleeping last night and, as sometimes happens, I’m suddenly awake at 2am. I gotta answer the call of nature. I take a leak and am back to bed in moments. As it’s practically habitual, I check Grindr on my phone for messages as I’m laying down. Nothing new. No messages. No one I “know” online. I set the phone down on my night stand to go to sleep mode as I do the same. 45-seconds later I hear the chime. I’m thinking “who the hell is messaging” as I didn’t see anyone familiar online prior. Turns out it’s a message from a 23yo Hispanic stud that I do “know” and he had just gotten on. It was a simple message… “I need to fill you. Quickie?” It took me about 30-seconds longer than I would normally take to make that decision because, remember, I just woke up to pee about 5 minutes ago. The rest of the exchange was short, too. My reply, “yes”. His, “on my way”. Six minutes later I meet him at my front door naked. He comes in, strips, puts his already hard 7” cock in my mouth. I suck for about a minute to lube him up and the says, “ show me that pussy- I’m gonna fill you up.” I go legs up on my back in my living room and he’s sliding in home. That’s what I needed… what I’m good for. He pounds my mancunt for about 5-6 minutes and let’s me know he’s cumming. What a great feeling! Breathing hard he pulls out, gets dressed, compliments my soft pussy, and is out the door. Im walking back to my room and in bed by 2:30am. I like being a cumdump… answering the call of nature.

love to have a daddy like this!

The Newbies On Monday morning I was moving slow. The first cup of coffee helped and the second got me into the groove. This was a week I'd been dreading for a year and a half. My days were Tuesday and Thursday to go into the office. I wasn't really sure what the point was, since half of the people I would need to deal with were still going to be working at home those days. I could be just as productive sitting at home almost naked with my fuzzy slippers on. I checked my phones to see if there were any messages and sure enough both had some. My regular phone had a couple from work, two from my family and one from an unknown number. The hookup phone had a message from Chase. After reassuring my brother that I could find my way back to the office and my mom that I was still among the living, I dealt with the work messages. With coffee number 3 poured, I tackled the last two messages. "Hi. This is Gabriel. Thanks for yesterday. BTW my mom thinks you're cute" read the message from the unknown number. I quickly added him to my address book and sent off a reply. "Thank YOU. Was fun. Hope to meet up again. btw, your mom has a hot son." Then I moved over to the other phone and read Chase's message. "hope ur free this wk wud lv repeat tell me when" he said. "ur the busy one" I replied to Chase. I knew it would be a bad idea but I figured I could tap him on my way home from work on Tuesday, unless he was busy again. I knew I should figure out what my new work schedule was before planning the extracurricular events, but I really wanted to get my dick back into him. A minute later, I typed out "tues after work? abt 6?" I could get off the train a few stops early and have only a two block walk and I don't think he'd mind me being a little sweaty from working all day. It's not like I got very dirty at my desk job. Thankfully Monday was a lot easier than the last two at work and before I knew it I was done for the day. Done work-wise, anyway. Closing my laptop, I put it into the case it hadn't seen in over eighteen months and made sure my badge was still in the front case pocket. I sat down on the couch with a scotch in my hand and went to surf. A short while later my phone buzzed and I looked at the message. Gabriel asked "got some time?" You can always tell if someone has a quick question or if you're going to be tied up a while. I knew this was the latter. I refilled my glass and replied "Sure, what's up?" The phone call lasted almost two hours and we talked about a lot of stuff. Most of it was my sexual experiences and being poz for several years. I could tell he was still in the "freak out" stage after several months. Mine had lasted five minutes. He seemed surprised that I had no problem fucking neg guys and even was ok infecting them. "Unlike twenty years ago, there's a few ways for them to stay negative. I already eliminate some guys if they want to use condoms. I only bareback and I don't care about the bottom's status. My profiles all say that I'm poz and that covers the hookups I make. I can't tell you the last time I met up in a bar or club. The bathhouse on the other hand makes it hard to have that conversation. Guys that go there are already poz, looking to get poz or are on prep. Or just really naive" I said to him. "Some guys lie about their status" he said. "Yeah. All the more reason to be on prep if you're neg. But you're poz now, so it doesn't fucking matter. Choose your path. Stay off meds and let the other guys roll the dice. Get on them and it doesn't matter. Or, if you try to only fuck with poz guys, neither of you are at risk." I replied. "Ya know... I don't know what your sexual habits were before or even how you got pozzed. I don't want this to sound cold, but I don't care. My history with you started a few days ago. What you did before that doesn't really matter unless it consists of really bad shit and I kind of doubt you were that kind of guy. You're named after an angel, after all" I added. He laughed, which I took for a good sign. He told me about the hookups that he think got him knocked up. "Five or six hookups with this chubby latino guy that loved rough sex like I do" he said. Or his past, before covid where he was very picky about who he hooked up with and spent most of his time working not playing. "You missed the best time of your life. Being in your 20's, gay and good looking, you can get fucked 24 hours a day. 30 and over and its harder" I said. "Maybe, but I enjoyed it and some of the guys were very generous" he said, sheepishly. "You hooked?" I asked, surprised since he didn't seem to be the type. "No, not as a job. I just had a few customers at the restaurant that didn't mind spoiling me if I gave them some personal attention later" he replied, very defensively. "You'd probably do really well if you escorted, though. That body is fucking awesome and your ass is even better" I replied, chuckling. "I prefer sex to have a little more meaning than collecting money" he said. "Come on. We met on a hookup app. That's the definition of looking for meaningless sex" I replied, trying to ignore the fact that now I looked at our meeting as more than a one night stand. "I know... but I've only met one other guy off it and it was a total mess" he responded. I quickly responded "How so?" and I could hear him take a deep breath. "He was another poz guy, since that's all I ever looked for after..." and I heard a sob. "He treated me like shit, told me I was just another worthless... poz... fag... and I should be grateful that he was willing to stick his dick in me" he finished up the explanation. "He's an ass. There's a lot of them out there and some are neg, some have no clue and some are poz. You're not worthless. He was probably jealous of you. You're sexy, nice, funny and great in bed, all things he probably isn't. Some dudes have such low self esteem they talk down to guys... especially bottoms... to make themselves feel superior" I replied, my blood starting to boil. It was at that point I realized that the weird feelings were because I genuinely cared about Gabriel. "Sorry... I didn't mean to get you mad" he replied. I took a deep breath and said "No, not your fault. I get pissed when I hear about someone mistreating people I care about." There was a little pause and I wasn't sure how he was reacting. "You know... this is a good time to re-invent yourself. Keep the stuff you really like and toss everything else. Be adventurous. Grow your hair out, do some drag, learn to skydive. Use the change as the beginning of the next chapter of life" I said. He still didn't respond and I wondered if I pushed him too far. "So... we got a little sidetracked. Did we cover whatever you wanted to talk about?" "Uh... Kinda. I just wanted to talk... Maybe see if it was just a hookup or maybe more" he said, his voice shaking. "Oh... shit... Uh... I don't really do relationships... very well... or... but yeah, I think it's more than just a hookup... Uh... mind if I stop by on Wednesday night? We can talk some more or even..." I said, hoping I hadn't fucked things up. I realized I was on my fourth scotch and pretty buzzed. "Uh... OK. What time?" he asked, sounding a little unsure. "Eight? I can bring something along if you want. 420? Beer? Booze? Wine?" I asked. "Oh shit... no weed. If mama smelled that I'd be out on the streets. Maybe wine would be ok..." he replied. "Ah... got it" I said, realizing my substance use was probably way more than his right now. -- Tuesday was the least productive day at work I'd had in years. Fill out forms, show my vaccination card, sign forms saying that if I got anything I had to stay home, sign forms saying that I wouldn't hold the company liable if I caught anything. Hell, I think there was a form telling them my left testicle was bigger than the right. The only good thing was that the guy they had collecting forms was really cute. Early 20s, nice lips, good butt, flawless dark skin, tight pants, neatly trimmed beard and his hair pulled back in a short tail. The kind that is good to hold on to as you pound his ass. He got kind of shy when I'd flirt or wink at him. He was safe, I never fucked guys from work. Flirt, yes. But if I stumbled across him at the baths and he didn't know it was me, his ass was mine. It was almost six when I looked at the clock and I quickly put everything away. I flew out of the office and hopped on a train, having to run the last hundred feet to catch one that was about to leave. I got off on the first university stop and made my way over to Chase's place, calling him again as I got to the front door. He was down in seconds and with me being about a half hour late, he seemed surprised that I had showed. We made it just inside the door when Tyler came out of his room and stopped, blocking the hall. I looked around and didn't see the Asian guy anywhere. "Sorry about my attitude last time... I... just... didn't know what the deal was" Tyler stammered out. "No worries, just realize everyone likes different stuff and don't shame them for it. You probably don't even know everything you like, yet. And just cuz someone else likes it doesn't mean you have to. But... keep an open mind and next time let Chase piss on you or tie you up. There's a ton of kinks out there to try and see what gets you hard" I said with a wicked grin. Just like before, he didn't seem to dismiss the thought right away and I wondered how long before he took his first shower or swallowed his first gulp of piss. He ducked back into his room as Chase chuckled behind me and we continued to his room. This time, I did close the door and we both were naked in seconds. I laid back on his bed with my semi-hard cock pointing up. He sat down next to me and looked over, unsure of what to do. Since I was going into the office that day, I'd put deodorant on and I didn't want him to get a tongue full of that crap, so having him eat my pits again was out. My hand guided his head to my dick and he started to suck on it. A couple minutes later, he rolled off the bed and on to his knees, never letting his lips leave my cock. He started out better than last time and when he decided to take it in, it went much smoother. Maybe it was because he wasn't trying to impress his roommates or maybe he'd practiced stretching his jaw since then. Chase still dragged his teeth along my cock and with him taking most of my dick several more times than last time, it really started to sting. One thing he was able to do this time was to bury his face in my pubes. He had to tug to get the last bit in, but he did. From the moan around my cock, he appeared happy he finally did it. I'm not sure if he was happier proving to himself that he could do it or prove to me he could. I don't really care about things like that, just make me feel good and get my dick covered in spit and I'm good. The spit was making the abrasions on my cock pretty uncomfortable so I pushed his head slowly backward. My cock head left his lips with a pop and he tilted his head up at me. Spitting a gob into his open mouth, I leaned down and grabbed under his arms, hoisting him back on his feet. As soon as he was up, I slid off the bed and got behind him. "Bend over and show me that hot ass" I said deeply. He spread his legs and leaned against the bed, as I'm sure he'd done lots of times before. Kneeling down, I only spent a couple minutes eating his ass, getting a little saliva into his winking hole and the hairs matted down. From his moves and moans, Chase needed to get fucked just as bad as I wanted to fuck him. My cock slid in a few inches pretty easy but I knew he was feeling it by the groan he let out. After getting the head in, I paused a moment before pushing half way in. I slowly pushed until I felt the barrier, enjoying the tight sleeve gripping my cock. I felt him push back and I knew that more force was needed to break through his inner ring. "Not yet" I said softly before slipping back and then rocking my hips. I plowed him with three quarters strokes listening to him moan. When he got used to it, I began to thrust faster. I heard a short whine and then he went back to moaning. Another ten minutes passed and I notched it up again, drilling him a little faster. The tip of my dick was teasing his inner ring and if I hit it too hard I'd feel Chase twist his body. Pushing him up on to the bed, I knelt down behind him and got into a good position to pound him. My cock slid easily into the gaping hole and I picked up the fucking where I had stopped. He kept moaning and muttering "oh fuck... oh god... ahhh yeah..." over and over. Some times he would shove his ass back as I went in and others he'd just work his ass muscles on my dick. The sounds from his now wet hole really spurred me on and after a few more strokes I gave a hard shove and broke through. He cried out and immediately buried his face into the bed while my hands held his hips still and I left my dick planted deep. I'm sure Tyler was listening to us on the other side of the wall, probably stroking himself silly. A few seconds later, I pulled back half way and resumed drilling his ass. Two minutes later I jabbed in again, slapping my balls into his. His outer ring clamped down on my cock and when it loosened up, I went back to plowing him again. Waiting a short while, I changed it up and began slowly deep dicking him. He took every inch and while I felt him squirm a little and gasp each time I bottomed out he never said "stop." It felt great but my balls were churning away and I only gave him four or five more thrusts before slamming in again. My cock throbbed as each shot filled his guts with my toxic load. I leaned forward against his back and slowly humped his ass, shooting a couple more spurts of cum into him. "Gonna knock this ass up good" I whispered into his ear. I ground my hips on his sweaty ass, listening to him moan before he collapsed flat on his stomach. My cock stayed in him, holding in all the viral goodness, as he continued milking my cock with his ass. It kept me hard a lot longer than normal and I did give him a few more erratic thrusts. This time he really sounded sloppy. After a few minutes just laying there, I rolled us on to our sides. I reached around and his cock was sticky and soft. "Already shoot your load?" I asked quietly. "Mmhmm. Twice" he replied, chuckling. "Sorry I didn't notice, I was enjoying how good it felt fucking you" I said mischievously. He laughed and replied "First was when you kept hitting my spot before you went all the way in..." He paused and I could tell he was a little shy about when the second was. "And?" I asked. His head turned back and I could see he was blushing. "When you said you were knocking me up" he said softly.

I realized I haven't written a post about any layover escapades since April. It's not that I haven't hooked up, it just hasn't been as much. And the fucking has been mostly quick and not noteworthy. All summer, our layovers have been dreadfully short. Airlines offered leaves of absence during the height of covid. Once vaccines started to roll out, they decided to fly a near full schedule from previous years. This meant that those of us still working would be working longer days and have shorter layovers. It was the norm to have scheduled 11 hours in a hotel (or even less). And with summer weather acting up...well, you do the math. I was often faced with the choice of getting sleep, or searching for some quick cock and cum. A lot of the time, I chose sleep. Luckily, every month I was able to schedule 2 or 3 stays in Salt Lake City. So my ass has been well taken care of by my fuck bud there. And he's always a good sport, will come out to my hotel at any time of day. Even if it's at 2 AM (and we had several of those). I've written about him before, so I didn't think it necessary to add anything. But the fucking was, as always, HOT! We even had a couple of dinner dates along the way. And yes, I'm seeing him a couple of times later this month. Kind of new for me, I've been actively seeking to top a bit more. In the past, I've mostly done it with regular fuck buds and the occasional bath house dark room. But topping a random guy from online has been difficult for me. For some reason I get all in my head about it, and sometimes can't deliver the goods. But I've come to find that if the bottom looks like a guy I'd want to top me, and there's kissing involved, I'm a pretty competent top! I've also found that once I cum, as long as I stay in the ass, my dick stays hard. I'll probably only be able to deliver one load, but I can fuck forever after I blow a load. Tomorrow night I'm in a hotel that's attached to the Mall of America. I have a 20 hour layover and despite the hotel having inconvenient parking and key controlled elevators, I'll be on the hunt. And I have a VERY eager and HOT top daddy in Denver who's rearranging his schedule to we can play next week when I'm there. Looking forward to getting some longer stays in hotels, and getting hot loads to post about. Stay tuned.

I am a 30 yo guy living in mostly monogamous relationship with a guy. I generally practice only safer sex. This is a real story of the first time I took a load on the first meeting with a guy and the first time I had something with a black guy. I am a normal dude with some muscle, some fat, nice face. I am usually a top. I live in Prague where there are just a handful of black guys and those are usually tourists. So I must say I had had no experience with a black guy – until recently. Couple of days ago this black beefy guy in his 50s hit me on grindr. We have exchanged couple of messages before and he invited me for a coffee. I was nearby so I came over and I did not expect anything. After chatting a bit we started kissing and one thing led to another and we were in his naked bed. I loooooved his body and his uncut big cock. After sucking him a little bit he started to eat me out. It felt really good. He asked if he can fuck me and I said no, but after a little longer of eating out I gave up. He said he doesn’t use condoms cause he can hardly ever find big enough for him (!). I never go bare with guys I do not know, but I was so horny I let him. With only spit instead of lube he got in. It hurt like hell, but after a little bit it felt really good. He was fucking me for about 20 minutes and then asked me if he can cum inside. To my horror I moaned yes! It was a loooot of cum. We cuddled afterwards and then I left. It felt good and wrong at the same time. But it was the first time I barebacked with a stranger.

Fucked a 60 year old bear 5 times last weekend. Each time raw and every drop of my cum went in his hole. He had been saying how much he wanted to be in my club, so when I had the chance I took it. First time he was nervous, until I started telling him he'd soon be my little fuck pig, then he was begging for it. By the 5th time he was verbal as fuck and just absolutely milking my cock with his ass. I think he's going to make a most excellent cum dump bear very soon♥️

Nothing, skipping a day now and again doesn't hurt and taking two to make up for it has no benefit (according to my doctor) just make sure you take it regularly and don't get into the habit of skipping. I use a weekly pill box so I know when I've forgotten and what day. Taking prep regularly keeps the drug in your system to do what it needs to, one day missed has little if any impact, several days however is a different issue as the amount in your system is lessened.

I got my last few loads from a 62 year old man who I met on the website “sniffies”. I asked For an old man with an uncut huge soft dick with super low hanging balls. Phil answered me and we met outside of the Copley Plaza Hotel in Boston. We said hi and Phil told me that he lived so close and I followed him to his place. His tiny apartment didn’t matter because as soon as we entered our clothes we’re off, he threw me on the bed, held my legs up, I started to suck his thick foreskin and cock pulling on his balls while Phil ate out my butt hole. Phil said he will get a little hard but not much which I answered that like I told him I love huge soft dicks. Phil said he was going to shoot soon in my mouth and he poured a huge thick load in my mouth which I swallowed it all. Phil then reached over and got some lube and greased up my hole. Getting between my legs, telling me to pull my ass cheeks apart, he squeezed his cock and started to force his dick head into my hole. Phil got the head in and squeezed more of the shaft and slowly worked the whole dick up inside of me. I was saying that I loved the way it felt and he could keep it up there all night long and I wanted all his loads up inside of my “cunt”. Phil started to pull out about halfway, then squeezed his base of his dick and pushed back all the way in. He repeated this a bunch of times and I was saying that I could feel his cock getting a little longer, harder and thicker, just laughed and said that he was ready to fuck me for the whole night. Well that’s what Phil did, he would fuck me, shoot, then fuck me, shoot, then fuck me , shoot, etc… he shot 5 times up my cunt to the point where his cum was farting out all around his cock by load 3 but he kept going telling me it is so much easier to fuck a stretched open cunt when it’s full of the best lube that Is made, sperm. I would keep reaching under his legs and would pull his balls over him so they were on top of my stomach. Phil and I all this time were sucking mouths like crazy. After #5 Phil rolled off of me, then I just started to pour out all of his loads…I couldn’t stop. Phil said he didn’t care. We stayed like that for a while then we showered together and as we were walking to the shower I was farting out his cum, thank God he had hard wood floors. Phil said that we should make a date for next weekend, how about Friday night then we could spend lots of time together and maybe after a while he would have a couple of his “old” friends join us because he knew that I would love them and they would love me. I told him Friday it was. I met Phil on 9/4th and I am so excited about this Friday, 9/10! How many loads this time?

CHAPTER 5: ADAM Nothing had transpired with him and Brandon after Tyler’s night of hell. Brandon didn’t seem to suspect anything, and Tyler certainly hadn’t said anything. Tyler dreamed of Jax every night, his hand would ferociously jerk his dick thinking about Jax. Everytime he told Brandon he loved him, the guilt was overwhelming, yet somehow it would make Tyler so hard he would have to leave the room to blow multiple loads. Then the guilt of getting off to the guilt of his infidelity would turn him on again. Tyler didn’t understand. He had so many levels of guilt he couldn’t even think straight, but everything was a domino effect. Each feeling of guilt manifested into Tyler wanting to cum, and cum, and be touched, and be bad. There was still plenty inside him telling him to stay good, to love Brandon, to treat that night like a horrible mistake, but never speak of it again, yet he know deep down he would have a hard time staying the straight and narrow after what happened to him. Once he had exhausted multiple orgasms for the day, he would tend to feel like he had gotten it out of his system, only to realize not even an hour or so later, that he craved it even more. Several days after that night, Tyler got a text from Adam. “I need to talk to you, can you come over?” The text inquired. “Whats it about?” Tyler asked. “Just come over please.” Tyler arrived at Adam’s apartment, where a tight pair of shorts and a sleeveless tee, his skinny body glistening in the sun. Adam answered the door shirtless, his face was full of pain, and he waved Tyler inside. Collapsing on the sofa in front of Tyler, his head in his hands, Adam broke down. “I didn’t know who else to talk to,” Adam said. “What do you mean Adam? What is this all about? We aren’t even that close!” Tyler said in a slightly exasperated manner. “What do you mean what is this about?” Adam exclaimed, “We cheated!” Tyler felt shockwaves shooting through him. How did Adam know? How could he know? He had left with that boy in the club. Plus, Aaron and Adam had an open relationship so how could Adam have cheated? “Those boys were all about you Tyler! I know they must have touched you to the extreme after I left.” “Uh, Adam,” Tyler sighed, “You know I am 100% loyal to Brandon. They were a bit flirty, but I drew the line. You should know that Im not about to cheat on Brandon.” “Oh, shit. Man Tyler, with you being the hottest thing in that club, I figured you’d let go, and just went for it. Those boys were hot too. Fuck. Now you’re not going to understand.” Adam sighed. “I’ve been cheating on Aaron with that boy from the club every day. He’s insane, he makes me take him bareback in front of all the happy pictures of Aaron and he begs me to tell him that I love him. And fuck Ty, I like it. I can’t stop it. I feel gulty as fuck after these 4 to 5 to 6 hour long lovefests are done, and it makes me horny. How can guilt make someone horny?!” Tyler felt the guilt begin to rise in him. Like getting a hardon in a crowd and being uncomfortable, Tyler felt himself immediately desperate trying to think of something to calm the burning fire that was going within in as soon as Adam started talking about guilt.” “Tyler, I’m masturbating like 20 times a day in pleasure every time I think about my guilt! What the fuck, it feels amazing, it feels wrong, but I don’t understand. We were supposed to tell each other everything, but it feels so much better to tell him nothing. It feels so much better to tell someone else that I love them and then bullshit it with Aaron. What the fuck is up with me?” “Adam, I….I….don’t know what to say buddy,” Tyler gulped hard, “I’ve just never gone through this before. I really can’t counsel you on this.” Tyler could see Adam’s tears, mixed with rage, mixed with a growing dick in his athletic shorts. Tyler was feeling like his control was being eroded at breakneck pace at this point. The jolts, shockwaves, tingles, shooting all throughout him thinking about cheating, guilt, and what is was doing to him at home, and now hearing someone else giving into it, made trying to keep his horniness almost impossible. His dick started to grow. Considering the size of shorts Tyler was wearing, it took practically nothing before it was obvious through Adam’s tears that Tyler was aroused. “Why are you hard?” Adam said, almost angrily. “I’m not,” Tyler lied again. Adam could see the darkness rising in Tyler, along with his average dick now being rock hard. Adam reached and grabbed Tyler’s now pulsing cock, and Tyler yelped. “Adam!” “Tell me to stop” Tyler was about to say it but he realized he couldn’t. “What, do you like this shit? Lying piece of shit!” Adam was more angry than horny. His grief, guilt, and internal hatred for himself was manifesting as sexual, but it was clear his anger was key. Tyler relented, “I mean, I mean, just maybe it turned me on just a little bit? I mean not a lot, I mean….” Adam slammed his lips into Tyler’s violently. Their tongues swirled, and then Tyler pulled away for a breath. “How many did you sleep with that night?!” Adam demanded. “None!” Tyler again lying harder than ever “FUCKING BULLSHIT YOU WHORE!” Adam roared. “HOW FUCKING MANY??!” “NONE!” Tyler was yelling back. Adams hands were beginning to grope him. Fog was entering his head. His mind went to Brandon, then to Jax, then to Adam’s anger staring him in the face. “I don’t fucking believe you for a second!” Adam screamed as he began to unbutton Tyler’s tight shorts. Sweat began to pour down Tyler’s face. The guilt bubble inside him was at a boiling point. His dick was pulsing, memories of that night were jolting him into the stratosphere, he felt the same loss of control he did with Jax. This perfect, sweet, sensual, beautiful disaster was overcoming him. He was weak, useless, trashy, and couldn’t hold it in any longer. “AT LEAST FUCKING 40!!!!” Tyler howled. “Oh you fucking lying, cheating disgusting slut!!” Adam returned the howl. Ripping off Tyler’s shorts down the smoothest, skinniest legs he’d ever laid his eyes on, he felt his dick pulsing uncontrollably. “And I bet it was all unprotected….” Tyler just looked down, he gave in to guilt, to shame, and Adam lifted his skinny legs in the air. “Well I guess you’ll love me in you raw, and not knowing where my dick has been then you fucking TRASH!” Adam plunged into Tyler without another moment’s hesitation. Fireworks shot through Tyler, the room disappeared, colors of every spectrum shot around him, his nerves were on fire as every sensation felt like heaven and hell mixed into some dark maniacal emotion. He wasn’t in Adam’s apartment anymore. He transcended space and time. Visions of his lovemaking to Brandon, his horror committed the other night, intertwined, fighting each other, shattering into a million pieces only to re-emerge to fight each other again. Tyler saw visions of Brandon sobbing, Jax laughing, Bastion breeding. Tyler saw two paths emerge. A glowing beautiful vibrant utterly blissful relationship with the man he loved, visions of 5, 10, 15 years down the road together in the most happy ways possible. The other path was his skinny body soaked from the rain in a back alley, his knees smashed into the concrete as his face was pressed up against a dumpster, rivers of cum flowing out of his perfect pussy, and a line down the alley, down the street and across town to enter him. “You. Don’t. Know. Where. My. Dick. Has. Been!” Adam screamed, every word was a gigantic thrust into Tyler. “Take that fucking shirt off.” Tyler relented, pulling his shirt off, showing off his wet, sweaty skin matted to his skinny frame, his metal and diamond piercings shimmering in the light. Their lips met again, this time anger melded with lust, Tyler felt love, then realized it was silly to feel love, and then realized he wanted to feel it, and then felt guilty. The guilt drove pre cum to start pouring out of his dick. “Gawd I used to think you were so perfect but you are goddamn utter trash!” Adam was still screaming. His hips were working into Tyler’s still incredibly loose hole. “You can tell you went fucking slut mode on Brandon you dumb fuck. I can barely feel my cock in your ass, and its fucking amazingly hot!” Adam continued pumping Tyler, Tyler’s head bobbing back and forth. He really was in another dimension. Adam would pull him out of his stupor, but then fell back into it. Adam’s words were dulled by the feelings Tyler was having. Again his mind watched visions of him being a back alley cum dump and he could feel the love that his future self had for what he was doing, and then his visions would change to a sobbing Brandon, and Tyler couldn’t understand, but he felt content. “I’m going to put my fucking babies in you and make you MINE!” Adam yelled. Tyler snapped out of his daze, “But I’m not yours,” he whispered quietly. Adam backhanded Tyler across his face several times, still increasing for fury in his fucking, then licking softly up and down Tyler’s neck and whispering, “You know you want to be mine.” Adam’s tone went from so angry to so sultry and it deepened the darkness swirling in Tyler. He felt new sensations shooting through him as Adam made his statement, a wanting, a belonging, a reason for new pleasure. “Make me yours them,” Tyler sighed. Adam screamed like an animal, ramming so hard into Tyler that Tyler lost his breath. He felt Adam slam his prostate so hard, cum began shooting from his dick, and then the fire hose of Adam’s dick began to blow his DNA deep within Tyler’s slut hole. “Kiss me better than you have ever kissed Brandon!” Adam orderd. And so Tyler did. He felt Adam and him ascending into the heavens, staring down at the world, electricity shooting out of them. He felt pregnant from the amount of cum deposited into him from Adam, and went limp in his arms. Adam pulled out of Tyler, and Tyler instinctively cleaned his dick with his mouth. “You’re disgusting, but that hole is mine,” Adam claimed. “ You will come over here whenever the fuck I want, or Brandon is going to know fucking EVERYTHING”. Adam had gotten his fill, and now his rage was back. Tyler could see this rage pleasured him, he was enjoying this, he was falling in love with his own anger and letting it consumer him. Tyler put his clothes back on, exchanging kisses with Adam and letting Adam grope him as he tried to get dressed. “I will ruin your relationship if I have to, do not make me go that far” Adam demanded. Tyler didn’t say a word. Adam for a moment, was taken a back. Tyler’s eyes, they looked like a cat’s eye, and animal eye for a brief second. Adam blinked, and it was gone. Must have been the light. There was no resolution. Tyler never agreed to come back, or denied Adam’s statement. Hair disheveled, sweaty, panting, and still higher than could be described, a defeated Tyler walked towards the apartment door to leave. Adam looked at his phone, Aaron would be home soon, otherwise this bitch would not have only taken one load of his DNA for the day. Adam felt he had Tyler hooked. He had no idea what was swirling in Tyler’s mind or the mania that was beginning to ensue. Adam’s phone vibrated with a text message as Tyler left the apartment. “FROM BASTION: WANT TO GO TO HELL TOGETHER TONIGHT ONCE AARON FALLS ASLEEP?” Adam smiled, a wicked smile. That Bastion boy really knew how to defile his hole. “WHENEVER YOU WANT, MY REAL LOVE”, Adam replied via text.

Im not fully happy with this Chapter but I needed to get over the hump to move the story forward and this was necessary. I hope you can understand and its still enjoyable for you. Luckily I am posting the next chapter right after this one. CHAPTER 4: HEDON At 4AM HEDON was still packed full of the most beautiful twinks anyone had ever seen. Its was an expansive commune, thirty to fourty times larger than Tyler had seen. There were dozens of expansive open sex rooms, private fuck closets, gloryholes, lounges, alcoves, bar locations and there was even the man den, a place for old men to come (if they were members or investors of the club that is) and enjoy the sensual delights of any boy there. Exactly, as the clock hit 4AM, all the lights in the club turned a deep red. A small buzzing sound came over the speakers for around 30 seconds, but the red lights remained. The scene was never affected by the change. Lust continued to flow from the multiple floors and every corner of the compound. Open and wild sex was rampant everywhere anyone would look. In a small brick hallway, 6 doors opened, almost simultaneously and 6 extremely skinny, black-robed figures exited from individual rooms. They wore only tiny black briefs, a hooded cloak that ran to the floor, and a tight fighting mask over their faces resembling a blank stare. Their pace down the hallways was brisk, but not overly hurried. They wound their way through the halls, up a set of stair, down two others. They had purpose in their movement, and they arrived at what happened to be a glass conference room, surrounded on 3 sides by the largest of the open sex rooms. It was more of a sex floor. Over 100 psychotic, wild, addicted twinks where going at it in various manners. Pleasure abounded from every look on their face, their ecstasy was real and pure. The six figures paid no attention. They entered the conference room one by one, each taking a set around a gorgeous ebony-wood lacquered conference table. At the head of the table, was another hooded figure. This one wore a mask, and also was in underwear, albeit boxer briefs. He had a beefy hairy dad bod. The mask he wore was the same blank staring mask as the 6 sitting in front of him. “Harbingers!” he said exuberantly. “Yes Hedon”, they all responded in unison. A man in an exceptional suit appeared next to Hedon, or Lord Hedon as he was officially known. The man looked as if he had just stepped out of trading on Wall Street. “This here is Michael Cormacker. He owns several multinational corporations with profits in the billions. He is married, bored, and desperate for the life that HEDON can provide him”, Hedon claimed. The figures said nothing. They didn’t appear to be in a trance. Their heads pointed downwards, their robes were slightly opened, showing glittering hints of their skinny bodies. There was no nodding, no acknowledgement to Hedon, just complacency, as it appeared. “Before we attend to Mr. Cormacker’s needs,” Hedon stated, “a slight bit of business and reminders”. The biweekly tradition of mounting will take place in next week for you six. You all have done it many times, you know what is expected of you. The normal 12 hour duration will be in place. Be prepared to give yourself to your deepest and darkest filth as you let the masses use you. Currently, with the club’s population, we are looking at least at 500. That may increase as we approach the date.” The figures all nodded, not saying a word. “Now, Mr. Cormacker. You are sincerely interested in our establishment, as our considerable amount of resources have determined. Let me help you understand what it is we do here.” Mr. Cormacker nodded. You could see his eyes darting in between the figures at the table, trying to catch a glance as to whatever was under their robes, how beautiful their faces must be under those masks. “These are the harbingers. The facilitate the corruption and the finality of giving in to utter pleasure, at whatever expense is necessary.” Hedon signaled to the figures at the table as he explained. “What do you mean harbingers? Cormacker seemed annoyed with the cult like nature of what he had originally thought was just a sex club. “Let me explain how Hedon operates,” Hedon described. “We practice the purest form of hedonism. We give into lust, pleasure, at any and all expense. Our greatest pleasure is seeing boys devolve into sexual maniacs, watching their relationships, lives, everything, fall apart right in front of their eyes, and watching them derive the greatest pleasure from it.” Hedon’s voice was deep, but smooth. The figures at the table made no response at all. “Listen man, I have unlimited funds to invest, but I have no interest in supporting a club with such an odd code. I just want unlimited fucking to satisfy me in the ways my wife never will!” Cormacker was annoyed at this point. “Permit me the time to explain the process.” Hedon signaled for Cormacker’s eyes towards the glass walls over the conference room. Smoke hid the clearer picture, but Cormacker, now focused on room surrounding the conference area, could make out thinly veiled figures, what looked to be perfectly shaped twinks, making out, touching each other , connecting with each other. On the panel to his left, Hedon pressed a button. Parts of the ceiling in the outer room surrounded the conference opened up, revealing giant fans which began to spin up. Within a moment, the fans sucked all the smoke out and the ecstasy was revealed. Cormacker gazed in disbelief at the number of beautiful twinks, sweat covering their bodies, their lips and tongues intertwined, their bodies gyrating to the dark evil techno that was playing. There was nothing but lust. He watched in amazement for minute after minute as the boys just cycled from one to another, with seemingly unlimited horniness, and craving more and more. “They only sleep as little as they can. This is how they live,” Hedon explained. “And it is done through the dark deeds of the harbingers. But in the end, all these boys chose this. They weren’t forced, they aren’t paid. This is the life they have chosen to live.” Cormacker’s mouth was practically on the floor at this point. What he was seeing was heavenly, and hellish, and every dream he ever had. “May I continue with your education then? “Hedon’s words pointed at Cormacker. “Continue”, Cormacker said. There was no more annoyance in his voice, he was hooked already. “The harbingers each represent a different part in the cycle of becoming an addicted hedonist. They are experts at their craft, their desires as impure as can be imagined, and their results are impeccable. “ Hedon motioned for the first harbinger at the table to stand. The harbinger stood, his robe pulling open, showing a very tight, lanky, skinny, glistening smooth perfect body. “This is the Harbinger of Infidelity”, Hedon said. “He lives to take pleasure in the initial deception and lack of control a boy exhibits when he cheats on his lover. The Harbinger is an expert at planting all the seeds of infidelity in a boy. The boy becomes obsessed with this Harbinger, his thoughts turn from his boyfriend, and the cheating commences. As with every harbinger, nothing is forced. The boy comes to realize the pleasure of his deception, of the hell he is creating, and finds extreme pleasure in the guilt and the lying. This is the first step on the path, and this harbinger, the facilitator. The Harbinger of Infidelity sat down, keeping his robe more open for Cormacker to gaze at his perfect body. The next Harbinger stood up. “The Harbinger of Mania,” Hedon laughed. “After a boy has fully fallen into the corruption of cheating, this Harbinger takes over to exacerbate the corruption. Mania, insanity, pulse through the boy, augmenting his feels of lust, augmenting his frequency of cheating, taking the sex to a different level, showing the boy that losing his mind can create ultimate pleasure. This mania is important for the next step.” Cormacker’s mouth was wide open at Mania’s perfect body, as his robe was exposing it wide open. However, as expected of Mania, he was caressing and touching his own body like crazy, almost egging Cormacker to make his way around the table to touch him. However he sat down as the third Harbinger stood up. “The Harbinger of Doubt,” Hedon’s tone became more serious, “has the job of corrupting both sides of the relationship. He places strain through interactions with both boyfriends, the one that is cheating, and the one that is unknowingly being cheated upon. He wraps his tendrils around the brain of each, causing sincere doubt and questioning. Relationships heave under his expert meddling, fracturing in multiple ways, their demise on the horizon. Of course, because we do not force anyone, couples may recover from these fractures, yet few do. Doubt has an incredible hold on the situation as it matures into something darker. “ Doubt displayed his body, more simply like Infidelity did, and Cormacker just began to drool. Each one was more perfect than the next. The next three stood up together. “Instead of boring you with the details, I will keep the remaining brief and simple. In front of you stands the Harbingers of Broken Will, Whoring, and finally, Hedonism. Each again representing a pivotal step in a boy’s fall to true hedonism.” Hedon stared at Cormacker, “Do you understand the fall, the pleasure, and the dark phoenix that rises from the ashes at this point?” Cormacker gulped, a massive impression from his hard cock was jutting out from his suit pants. “So how many boys have they corrupted?” “Our current resident count is around 500 at this time,” Hedon smiled, “All of them cheated into oblivion, and some of the boys they cheated on fell into this darkness as well.” “What do you mean by resident count?” “As stated, our boys have given up everything, willingly.” Hedon’s smirked darkly. “They have given up their lives, families, lovers, all to be naked almost 24/7 here in their home, where they become eternally entrenched in ecstasy. They live here. They cruise the streets sometime, but in the end, they go where they can be sluts, always raw, unprotected, sluts. Your investment is not paying to have sex with them, it is to keep this massive operation open and become a member, giving you access at any time of the day. These boys would have sex with you regardless of investment as I have stated, they do no discriminate. They want pleasure from ANYONE!” Hedon hissed. Cormacker then realized hands were all over his body. His eyes diverted from Hedon to see he was surrounded by the Harbingers, their robes crumpled on the floor around their chairs, their extremely skinny, glossy bodies rubbing up against them. Their faces remained covered, just exceptionally hot bodies in the tiniest briefs with faceless masks, allowing Cormacker to touch them. He felt the pleasure, the ecstasy, the lust. He wanted them, he wanted the boys outside the conference room in the smoke, he wanted them all. “But there are only twinks here,” Cormacker said, “Would I not be out of place? Would they even have sex with me?” Hedon’s gaze snapped to him, “We have tens of thousands of square feet in a dedicated sub club for daddies and extreme older men.” Hedon pressed another button and a screen behind him lit, with multiple cameras situated over the area he was speaking of. Cormacker’s jaw dropped even more as gorgeous twink after gorgeous twink were seen excessively loving on some of the oldest men he’d ever seen. One twink, from the video feed, had to be hardcore riding an 80 year old, and the twink looked like he was having an orgasm every 30 seconds. He had never seen anything so fucked up yet so beautiful, and never seen a twink ever into a man of that age in his life. “Is that….normal?” Cormacker stuttered. Hedon smiled, “All of our boys do that, every single day.” The Harbingers nodded, their hands still groping Cormacker, his hands running up and down their bodies. In lust, Cormacker exclaimed “The money is yours, I want to be here every moment I can” The Harbingers, then began to leave, one by one, with Mania grabbing Cormacker’s hand leading him out of the conference room. Hedon swiveled to get a better look at the multi camera monitor. From above, he saw Cormacker enter the sweet, and was swarmed by at least 10 twinks. His clothes were off, his head thrown back, his body pulsed with lust as he submitted to the group surrounding him. Hedon had secured funding for the next 10 years, on top of multiple other prospective investors who would go through the same courtship in the upcoming days.

The Sexy Hipster, part 2 Matt and John meet up a couple times over the next couple weeks – mostly fucking but also going out for dinner and drinks. Matt and John fuck bareback each time. John loves it when Matt rides his cock facing him. John loves getting Matt so horny that he will drop his pants and ride him. John got Matt to ride his cock in the bathroom at a bar they went to and also on his back stairs one night. Matt loves riding John’s girthy cock. Matt likes that John knows he is slutty and likes it. One night, Matt and John get invited to a party by some of their bar friends. The boys don’t know them well and the guys throwing the party are those older guys that hang around twink bars. Matt and John discuss it and decide to go because it is a party weekend. There is a street festival to celebrate Spring. The City closes off a couple blocks downtown for a street fair one day, a 10k race another day, and then a small parade. It’s a fun weekend. Matt’s second of these festival weekends since college ended. John likes them too. The party is going to be a couple doors off the main festival area and that’s the main reason Matt and John decide to go – easy access to a bathroom and cocktails. Matt is especially leery of one of the party hosts because he is always trying to fuck Matt. He’s older and not very fit. A couple times Matt has been lonely and almost given in to this guy’s advances. But, Matt is with John now, so it’ll be fine. It is Spring, but it’s hot out. Matt and John are in shorts and tight tee shirts on Friday night after work as they explore the street fair. It’s fun and they see their friends on the street. The boys are all looking good and joking around. They head over to the party they’ve been invited to – all in a pack. The guys bring booze with them from a liquor store on the way. When they arrive, the party is pretty tame – mostly older guys hanging out drinking, decent music, etc. Everyone gets cocktails and is hanging out. The boys find the back fire escape/deck overlooks the festival. The twink pack sees some friends and the host tells them to invite the boys in. Soon the party is roaring with twinks, jocks, twunks, hunks, and the hosts and their friends. Everyone is having a great time. Matt is running the 10k in the morning so he is not drinking much. He is mainly watching everyone have fun, including John who is consistently playing with Matt’s amazing ass. Around 10pm, Matt tells John he has to go home if he is going to run the race the next day. John and Matt leave their friends at what is proving to be an epic party. Matt and John are both disappointed to leave the party and their friends. John fucks Matt twice that night. John also fucks Matt the next morning before he runs the race. John cums in Matt’s ass. Matt just has time to get his clothes on before he leaves for the race. Matt imagines that John’s cum is running down his legs as he is running the race. He knows it is just sweat, but Matt is really turned on by it. Matt sees John and some friends after the race and they have a beer and a banana waiting for Matt. Matt grabs another banana and a granola bar from the race tent to eat so he doesn’t get drunk before noon. Matt is in his race shirt and short running shorts. He looks hot and he knows it. John and the guys are heading over to the party house again for brunch/lunch and booze. Matt wants to shower and clean out before he heads to the party. As the boys part ways, John tells Matt to wear the running shorts and a tank top because he wants to fuck him a lot today – easy access. Matt laughs, but he is so turned on by John that he agrees. Matt goes home, showers, cleans out, and then chooses a looser tank top with long arm holes and puts his shortest, most threadbare running shorts on (ones he has had since high school) that barely cover his ass, and some flip flops. He looks in the mirror and knows he looks like a slut. Matt doesn’t care though because this is the look John wants. Matt arrives at the party. The host opens the door and whistles at Matt. It’s the guy who is always trying to fuck him. Matt blushes and says hi, asks if John is there, and the host guides him to the kitchen where John sees Matt and smiles big. The host slaps Matt’s ass and says go get him. John pulls Matt aside and says how sexy he looks. John kisses Matt. A few minutes later, John’s cock is inside Matt in the one of the bedrooms filling Matt with cum. John pulls out and says, “fuck you are so sexy.” Matt pulls his shorts up and the boys go get drinks. There is some food, but not enough since Matt ran a race that day. Matt is getting pretty tipsy and John is too. John fucks Matt in the bathroom around 3pm, cumming in his ass again and telling Matt how sexy he looks. The party has thinned out a bit as the boys are starting to go other places, explore the street festival, and go to dinner. It’s also getting a bit sleazier as the older guys now have a camera out and are taking pictures of the twinks in various states of undress. Matt and John are a little taken aback, but they are with each other, and at least the booze here is free. Matt and John go out on the deck to watch the festival and keep drinking. They are having a good time. Later Matt finds himself pressed in a corner, partially visible to other guys on the deck and maybe on the street, but not really caring who sees it as John fucks him again as the sun sets. Matt has not cum yet. John has cum in him 4 times already today. He is so horny as John pulls out of him again. He can feel John’s loads running out of his ass. Then he hears the camera taking photos of John’s dick pulling away and Matt’s ass. Matt pulls up his shorts and says, “what the fuck man?” to the host who is taking his photo. The host says, “Don’t worry. I didn’t shoot your face, just the really hot action. You guys are really sexy.” Matt and John are angry at the host, but he swears no face is in the photos. The host takes them inside, plugs the camera into the computer, and shows Matt and John that none of the photos show their faces. The boys relax a bit. The host takes them in to the kitchen and they all do shots. The boys are relaxing now in the darkened living room with the hosts, almost everyone else left the party for the bars by now, but John and Matt are still there with about a dozen other people. The host starts saying how hot it is when John and Matt fucked earlier and how sexy the pics are. John starts playing with Matt’s nipple under his shirt, Matt and John start kissing, Matt’s shirt comes off, and John and Matt are making out heavily on the couch now. The other two guys who were sitting on the couch are now up and watching, Matt can hear the camera clicks. John pulls Matt’s shorts off as they make out. Matt is naked now as John is on top of him. Everyone in the room can see Matt’s naked torso and legs as they are wrapped around John. They can also see the naked side of Matt’s ass. Matt is so horny. He has not cum yet and needs to cum. His cock is rock solid. John sits upright, opens his shorts, pushes his shorts and boxer briefs down, and Matt gets on John’s lap. Matt sits on John’s bare cock and pushes his cum filled ass down, using John’s loads as his lube to ride the cock. Matt hears the guys cheer as his ass rides up and down on the bare cock. Matt is so turned on. He’s loving it. John is stroking Matt’s cock for the first time that day. Matt is naked and riding John’s amazing cock right in the middle of this party and he doesn’t care who sees it. The camera is snapping pictures. Matt is moaning. John is moaning. The boys kiss and fuck. Kiss and fuck. John is thrusting up into Matt now. Matt knows John is going to cum in his ass again. Matt wants the cum in him. He grinds his ass onto the cock. John grunts and says, “I’m cumming in you.” Matt grunts and cums all over John and himself and the couch as John cums inside him. The crowd loves it. There is clapping and cheering. A couple guys call Matt a slut, but everyone seems to congratulate John. Matt doesn’t care. He gets off John’s cock, gets dressed and the boys go home.

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.

So what is the best age to start sucking cocks and milk them from cum? When did you start doing it? Discuss!

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The side of the park with the swimming pool on the north end by the sprinklers. After 10pm it starts until daylight. Durning the day don’t go.

Similar to when I top. That skin on skin feeling, feeling that cock slide in, not the rubber, and ending up with a used hole full of cum. Feeling the at slippery wet hole filled with another man’s seed.

With all the worship and constant searching for “married, bi, straight” guy, it always brings me back to this experience I had fucking this hot open Cumdump. It was so fucking liberating. He would visit from out of town, leave him room door cracked for all to fuck and breed. You could hear people and families outside sometimes, and he wouldn’t care. No secret knocks, games, nothing. He loved dick and was proud. When he told me “cum in this faggot” I shot the biggest load ever. He later moved to town and got his own apartment. Again, he was open to all if he was online. Many times I’d go over, and there would be another guy or two leaving or coming in. I’m sure neighbors heard. He didn’t care, saying “why should the straight neighbors get to make noise fucking, but I can’t?” He love dick, had a hot, fuzzy ass and we was unashamed. I use to love when he’s bed for that load, or demand me or anyone else “ better not pull out.” He didn’t care what his neighbors saw or heard. And yes, he was all man. He ended up moving across country. But I can’t help remember liberating and fun he was. None endless texts. No creeping around a wife or GF. No dipping in and out of the shadows to fuck. He wanted dick and didn’t care what anyone thought. I know a lot of guys are spending years online looking for a “straight” guy, but theirs nothing wrong with hooking up with a guy who is an unashamed fag, who wants his hole bred. Try it, it might be fun! I hope whatever his new adventures are, he’s having a blast.

Boyfriend and I or myself are at Wet once or twice a month normally on a Tue evening, otherwise a Sat or Sun. I help to share his hole, he likes kissing other guys and watching me kiss and me being fucked... but I mostly top. He has a tiny smooth hole and arse great to deep rim. We are 100 percent barebackers, safers are told to go away.

Missed the original post, but you made a good choice. Both motel 6s are easy to get in and out and have external stairs/doors. I've taken loads at both. You DO have to specify which one, tho, but it sounds like they got it sorted out and you got your loads! How about a recap of the entire visit? I love hearing about successful CUMcations!

Who the fuck cares? Cumdumps exist to be used by men and take our loads. Being of service to real men is enough for any fuckboy. The loads are their reward.

Went out of town and visited MegaPlex bathhouse two nights in a row. Both nights were okay. First 10 minutes I find an older daddy in his room stroking. I suck his cock for a little bit, he’s moaning at how well I service his daddy dick. After a bit, I ask if I can ride him. He asks if I have a condom. I tell him no, but that I’m on PrEP and get tested every three months. He tells me he doesn’t fuck with out condoms. I ask him if he’s sure and straddle him. I grab his cock and line it up with my hole and start to push back against it, but not quite taking him inside me yet. He doesn’t say anything or stop me. I grab my poppers and take a deep inhale into each nostril. He doesn’t say anything or stop me. As the poppers hit, I take his average size dick deep into my boyhole. He doesn’t say anything or stop me. With my head swimming from the poppers I begin to ride his daddy dick deeply and passionately. Soon he’s breathing deeply and I feel his cock pulsate inside me as he pumps a massive load of cum deep in my boyhole. Reality soon sets in and he’s ready for me to get off him. I recognize the signs of regret in his eyes, he wants me to leave. Satisfied with his (likely) “straight” daddy load inside me, I dismount and go searching for my next load of cum. Over the two trips, I only got 5 loads of cum, but was raw fucked by at least 10 cocks.

It was a slow day at the bookstore today. I met a friend earlier for some pain/pleasure pumping nipple play so I didn't get to the bookstore until almost 4 pm. The biggest part of the holiday crowd was gone by then. Felt like a scene out of night of the living dead where the zombies go wandering from room to room. Not sure why more people don't play but there you go. I was thinking about leaving when I noticed this younger guy giving me the eye (I'm naked so most everyone is looking at me at some point - some in shock and some just want a rub or to slap my ass). This younger guy is rubbing his cock so I move into the dark room and hear him slide in behind me. He has a fairly short dick - somewhere between 4 and 5 inches and with a wicked curve upward. I moved to the couch and he slid his dick into my mouth. I could taste a little precum already so I figured he would blow his load in a couple of minutes. Instead I felt him reach down toward my ass so I changed positions to offer it to him. His fingers moved straight into my crack and started sliding in and out. In a second he had pulled out of my mouth and was spinning me toward the back of the couch. For a short cock he hammered it deep and started fucking faster and faster. The sharp slap slap slap of his body banging into my ass was carrying out of the room and down the hallway. I heard some other people come in and somebody lit us up with a flashlight. There were two or three guys watching - one of them was very tall and thin. He seemed especially interested. The light went off and I heard my young friend start to grunt before he sprayed a nice load into my ass. He pulled out, I heard his belt jingle a little then he was gone. I heard other footsteps sliding out of the darkroom behind him and didn't bother turning around. They show was over and they were all leaving. Rather than go wander around I thought I would advertise a little. I stayed on the couch with my cummy hole and hit my poppers a few times. Fingers started playing with my hole. I jumped a little - i didnt know anyone was there. The fingers were long and slender. One of them entered me and then pulled out and away. I heard him lick his finger - he was tasting the cum in my ass. That got me going and I hit my poppers again before reaching back to find his cock. Like his fingers his cock was very long and also thin - maybe 9 inches or a little longer. Two fingers pulled out and then three fingers probed my hole. They were thin and long and slid so deep I moaned. Out went three fingers and in came four fingers. They slid up the slick cum filled hole until i felt his knuckles knocking at the door of my asshole. Now I was moaning deep and hitting my poppers again. He shoved them deep several more times then I heard his belt unbuckle and he was sitting on the couch next to me. I wanted him to keep playing with my hold so I turned across his body and started sucking his cock. It was long and thin and banged against the back of my throat before turning the corner and heading deeper. I started to gag and pulled back a little. After several more strokes I was taking it all the way to his balls. His fingers were still probing my asshole while the other one played with my nipple that was already wrecked by rough play earlier in the afternoon. It was all I could do not to scream. My raw nipple was crushed between his twisting fingers. He leaned forward and whispered "straddle me". I pulled off his cock and threw a leg across his body. His cock was so long he was in me before I had a chance to sit down on him. As I did I felt him DEEP. His cock pushed hard against my second sphincter and it really hurt. Rather than pull away I hit my poppers really hard. That made him pause for a minute to give me a chance to get the lid back on then when he shoved down I felt him pop through. It was like my asshole was seeing stars, but he jammed the cock in again and again. Suddenly I couldn't get enough. I squatted all the way down, as deep as I could go and I felt that long cock pick its way into my guts. He noticed the difference and started to pull down harder on my legs while he shoved up. It was unbelievable. Deep, deep penetration and I wanted more and more. He flipped me around and pushed his knees together. I faced away from him and into the flashlight that the crowd had brought back with them. I slammed my ass all the way down on his cock and it left me moaning and breathless. The other guys started to move in for a closer look. The feeling was so hot I wanted them there. I saw cocks come out and I started sucking and stroking them while I bounced up and down on the long dick. Before any of them could cum in my mouth he flipped me over on the sofa. I grabbed onto the back and held on as he pounded me from behind. He started pounding me slower and harder and then pushed all the way in and stayed there. His cum was lodged so deep inside me I didn't see a trace of it until the flashlight showed jizz all over the end of his cock as he pulled out of my ass. I heard one of the guys say "Hell yes." I could still feel the hot stretched hold inside me. It was warm and deep. I just sat there to enjoy it for a while.

LAZY HOLIDAY....JUST A HORNY CUMDUMP

It's literally my number one wish to get pregnant

I must have jacked off to this story 15 times since I first read it and that was yesterday! I never got turned on to the idea of letting a man intentionally Poz me. Now I want to find a nasty ugly Dom to do it to me

I learned sucking my step brother's cock at 10 years and he was 19 years then. I started getting dry orgasms at 12 years when my step brother used to jerk me off. I came for the first time which was just a few drops and tasted my cum at just after 13 years. My anal cherry was taken at about the same time. While my step brother is married now I still keep him happy from time to time and I envy his wife who gets to ride his 8incher thick one almost every night.

I drop ash on my cock🚬🥵💧🍆

As of 7 August: 402 loads.

Matt is back in his college town for a Mardi Gras party. Two of his friends from college are hosting the party. Matt returned to help them. It's been about a week since Mark and Matt broke up. Matt is really horny to get fucked. Since Mark broke it off with Matt, Matt has been on AOL chatting with guys. Matt has cyber sex almost every day. During his cyber sex sessions with guys, sometimes with multiple guys at once. Matt is always taking cock bare in cyber sex. Matt is letting multiple guys a night fuck him without condoms on AOL. Matt is telling at least 2 guys a day to cum inside him. When guys ask if Matt fucks bare IRL (in real life), Matt says yes. Matt loves admitting how much he loves getting fucked bareback. It makes him so hard. With his friends though, Matt knows he can't admit that he loves getting fucked without condoms. This weekend, Matt is staying with his friends so he has to play safe if he is going to have sex. Matt has arranged have sex with a cyber sex partner on Friday and spend the day on Saturday helping his friends set up the party and stay the night of the party with his friends. One of the guys Matt had cyber sex with is a professor at his college. He is in his 40s. Way out of Matt's dating range, but the cyber sex is so hot that Matt told him that he is coming to town. Matt goes to the professor's house which is a nice place near campus. It's still winter so Matt is dressed in tight jeans, a tee, sweater, boots, scarf, hat and jacket. Sometimes the clothes feel like they weigh as much as Matt does. He rings the doorbell and an attractive man in his 40s, tight wool sweater over his pecs and shoulders and a small belly opens the door. The man has grey hair and a trimmed beard. The professor is smiling down at him and invites Matt inside. Matt is very nervous. This is the oldest man that he's met IRL. The professor offers to take Matt's coat, hat, and scarf and asks Matt to take off his boots at the door. Matt hands the professor his outerwear. He bends over to take off his boots. The professor says, "you have a great ass. Would you also like to take off your jeans?" Matt blushes. He looks back at the man and says, "If I do that, I'll probably end up getting fucked." As Matt says this, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off exposing his very small briefs. Matt also pulls off his socks and sweater. Matt stands before the professor in just his tight tee and his small briefs. The professor says, "Take it all off and I'll fuck you right now." Matt pulls off his tee shirt and pushes down his briefs. Naked and hard, Matt has been in the professor's house for less than 5 minutes. The professor takes out his cock and says, "Suck it slut." Matt gets on his knees and kisses the tip of the cock in front of him. He's still in the entryway of the house, naked, on his knees. The professor takes off his sweater as this boy's mouth begins to work his cock. The professor didn't expect this boy to be a total slut. He knew that the cyber sex was hot, but figured the boy would need some alcohol and relaxation before he turned into a cock whore. This boy was slobbering on his cock before they made it to the living room. After a few minutes of getting his cock sucked, the professor makes his way over to a chair and guides Matt to his knees in front of the chair to continue sucking. A few more minutes of getting a decent blowjob, the professor asks if Matt is prepared to get fucked, "Is your ass clean and ready to get eaten and fucked?" Matt says yes. The professor bends Matt over a couch and dives into Matt's hole. Matt begins moaning and knows he made the right choice coming here to let this older man fuck him. The professor is focused on Matt's ass. He is tongue fucking the boy and eating his sweet hole. The professor came out in the early 1980s and began having sex without condoms then. He started using condoms in 1984-5 and has been pretty religious about condom usage until AOL chat rooms and cyber sex. The professor still used condoms with guys he dated, but with young twink sluts like Matt, he would fuck them sans condom. His bare cock felt so good inside the little sluts. No pretense, just bare cock in young, tight ass. Matt's ass felt pretty tight for a twink who got naked and started sucking cock within 5 minutes of meeting him. The professor had a sleazy thought. He knew the moaning twink was in high slut mode right now. The professor got up and slid his cock over the boys waiting, wet hole. He said, "Did you tell me the truth online? Do you like getting fucked bareback?" Matt moaned, "Yes. I told you the truth." The professor opened a drawer and grabbed lube and a condom. He lubed his cock and put the condom on Matt's back. The professor said, "I can wear a condom if you want me to. It's right here." As he said that, the professor lined his lubed cock up and touched it to Matt's hole. Matt had a conflicted look on his face. The professor could see it in the hallway mirror. The professor picked up the condom, put it in Matt's hand and said, "Just tell me if you want me to put it on. You just met me less than 20 minutes ago. Do you want me to fuck you bareback?" Matt took the condom in his hand. The professor's cock was pushing into Matt's hole even before Matt could answer. Matt felt the bare cock sliding inside him. Matt moaned. Matt said, "Your cock feels so good in my ass." The professor said, "Your hole feels good around my bare cock slut. You can open that condom and ask me to wear it you know?" Matt said, "I like how your cock feels." The professor began to fuck the boy slut bent over his couch in earnest. He grabbed his hips and started to fuck him hard. The slut was moaning and still holding the condom. "You like getting fucked bareback don't you slut?" said the professor. Matt moaned that he loved it. Professor said, "Are you going to take my load like you did online? In our chat you begged me to cum inside your ass. Do you want me to cum in your ass?" Matt moaned again and said, "Please cum inside me." The professor said, "You have a condom in your hand and you could make me wear it. You don't need to take my load. A stranger's load in your unprotected ass. A guy you don't know. Are you going to let a total stranger cum inside you?" Matt was so caught up - this was like the hottest sex talk he'd ever had. Matt said, "Please cum in me. I know we just met but I want your load." The professor grabbed the boy, slot his load deep in the boy's ass, and the boy dropped his condom on the couch unused and unopened. Matt took 3 more loads from the professor that night. He begged for all of them. When Matt left in the morning, his clothes were still in the entry hall where he had left them. He felt well fucked but was still incredibly horny. He spent the next few hours getting brunch with his friends, evading questions about where he spent Friday night, and getting ready for the Mardi Gras party. The party was fun. Matt was dressed in a tight tee, short sparkly booty shorts and sneakers. As the night went on, his tee came off as he was dancing. Matt was just in his purply sparkly booty shorts and sneakers when he met Ricky. Ricky was hot, thin, 19, a sophomore, twink, great hair, and a winning smile. Ricky and Matt hit it off. They started talking, drinking, dancing. Eventually, the two of them were seated in a chair in the living room as the party thinned out. Matt was in Ricky's lap. Ricky's cock was hard. Ricky's hand was down the back of Matt's shorts (no underwear) as they kissed. Ricky said to Matt, "No underwear? Is that a sign you are looking to get laid tonight?" Matt said, "Maybe." The boys laughed. Ricky found Matt's hole and rubbed it. Matt moaned a bit. He slapped Ricky's hand away. The party hosts came over. Both party hosts had found guys to spend the night with them. They said good night. Ricky and Matt went to the loft space to which was were Matt was spending the night. The hosts went to their bedrooms. As Ricky and Matt got naked, sucked cock, made out and Matt spread his legs for Ricky to fuck him; Ricky realized he didn't have a condom. Matt was crestfallen and totally turned on. He wanted Ricky to fuck him bareback. But, he was staying with his friends. Matt knew he could get away with bareback fucks elsewhere, but not here in his friends' house. Matt lost his erection pretty quickly. Ricky saw Matt lose his erection. Ricky said, "Don't worry I can get you off with my mouth." That's when the boys heard a door open and one of the party hosts escort his guest to the door. Matt slipped on his shorts, told Ricky he would get a condom, climbed out of the loft area, and went to see his friend for a condom. Ricky laid back and was stroking his big cock. Condoms always made Ricky go soft. He had a thick dick so they pinched him and didn't feel good. Ricky was actually hoping that this slut was going to let him in without a condom. Ricky was stroking his big cock thinking about that when Matt came back to the loft. Matt saw Ricky lying on his back, stroking his big cock, and he slipped out of his shorts and straddled Ricky. He put the condom and lube packets on the floor next to them. Matt was rock hard again as he leaned over to kiss Ricky. Ricky and Matt resumed a hot make out session. Matt's ass was rubbing Ricky's cock head. Ricky was rubbing his shaft all over Matt's ass crack. Matt opened the condom. Ricky opened the lube. Ricky lubed his cock. Matt fiddled with the condom. Ricky put the head of his cock at Matt's hole. Matt pushed back instinctively. Ricky's bare cock slid right into Matt's excited hole. Almost all the way in one stroke. Matt, condom out of the package and in his hand, moaned. Both boys knew the condom was in Matt's hands and not on Ricky's cock. Matt watched Ricky's face for signs of displeasure as he opened his ass, pushed back and let his ass take all of Ricky's bare cock. Ricky moaned, closed his eyes, and whispered; "Ride me." Matt felt embarrassed to be riding a raw cock in his friends' house, but he was so turned on that Matt started riding Ricky's bare cock. Matt was riding Ricky well, using his ass muscles, and stroking his cock as he rode his hookup's cock. Ricky was moaning. Matt was moaning. Ricky started trusting up into Matt. Matt leaned forward and let the boy under him fuck him. He could feel Ricky's cock fucking him. Matt reached back and felt the bareback shaft as it fucked him. This is the first time Matt felt a raw cock as it slid in and out of his ass. He was mesmerized. Ricky said, "Play with my balls." Matt did. Ricky started to tense up and said, "I'm gonna cum." Matt didn't move. Ricky opened his eyes and looked at Matt. He whispered, "I'm going to cum inside you." Matt let Ricky keep fucking him. He didn't move. Ricky came in Matt's ass and grabbed Matt to kiss him to keep from shouting as he came inside the boy he'd just met. Ricky noticed Matt had not cum yet. Ricky was still hard. He said, "I can cum again. Want me to fuck you some more?" Matt said yes. Ricky flipped Matt on his back, lifted his legs and slipped his cock back inside Matt. Ricky was fucking Matt for about 20 minutes missionary, doggie, they rode again, Matt pressed on the floor, etc. Ricky flipped Matt back over, the unopened condom was pressed to Matt's chest when he flipped back over. Ricky looked back down at Matt and whispered, "You like cum in your ass, but don't want your friends to know right?" Matt nodded. Ricky slid his bare cock back in Matt's willing hole. Ricky whispered, "You pretend to want safe sex, even got a condom, but you like taking it bareback don't you?" Matt nodded. Ricky pulled out of Matt. Put the condom on his cock. Sliding back into a surprised Matt, Ricky whispered, "We need to at least use the condom so your friends won't think your a whore. Whether I cum in the condom though or in your hole is up to you. If you want to take it off me, just do it. You can always tell your friends something about why there is no jizz in it. They may not believe you. They might. Up to you." Matt let Ricky fuck him for a few minutes. The condom covered cock rubbed Matt's ass wrong. He didn't like it. But he didn't want his friends to think he was a whore. Ricky stroked Matt's cock as he fucked him. Ricky was fucking Matt harder now because Matt's ass was loose and open from getting plowed for 30 minutes. Ricky pulled out, flipped Matt doggie and that is when he felt Matt's hand reach back and remove the condom. Ricky said, "Your slutty side won huh?" Matt moaned as Ricky's bareback cock slid back in his well fucked hole. Ricky was so turned on that this slut had just removed the condom that he was close. Ricky decided to do his new friend a favor. He said, "I'm close." Matt was stroking his cock. Matt was close too - deliriously close - to cumming. Ricky said in a normal voice, "Where do you want it?" Matt said, in a normal voice, "In my ass" Ricky made a couple more strokes, grunted loudly, and screamed "Take my load slut." Matt came all over the floor as Ricky came in his ass. Ricky collapsed on Matt. They made out for awhile afterwards. Ricky decided not to stick around for the aftermath of Matt realizing his friends might have heard the things they said. Ricky left to go back to his dorm. Matt woke up in the morning, had breakfast with his friends, blushed and deflected their questions, swore they used a condom, but he couldn't show his friends that the cum was in the condom because he had already flushed it down the toilet. Matt thought it was plausible. Matt's friends knew that he had taken Ricky's cum in his ass. Matt arrived home on Sunday, took a shower, got online and had cyber sex with three different guys. Matt took all of them bare in the cyber sex and begged them to cum inside him.

LA is the best! Especially the famous motel on Hollywood and Western. Set up a good night and guys will just ask, “room number?” Use Sniffles it tells guys where you are and enough cumdumps use that motel that tops know how to get there. I’m told I have the best ass in LA, even though I live in Hawaii. I was told that LA bottoms are too picky but if you’re a cumdump for any guy there’s tons of them waiting to use an ass and have at this motel. I hope I get to visit there again. Takes out 60% of the hook up hassle. Guys know this motel for anon cumdumps so be prepared for slutty tops that just wanna breed a hole.

Last night was one of the hottest and busiest nights since lock-down. I had been on doublelist and saw an ad for mid 20's mostly virgin Bi dude who wanted to try oral with a generou$ older man. No anal was specified - but he wanted someone to end by cumming on his Ass hole. Not much back/forth emails so he seemed real. No pics was a worry but we set a meet for after dark - 10pm my driveway. He showed and was a Hot AF - a poor-man's Jason Mamoa - 6'6' mountain of a man and a massive mane of dark hair. I led him down the dark drive into my back yard, to a double-wide raised, mattress suntan platform. Dark but I could see very well. Fuck this was a hot dude. He dropped his shorts pulled off his shirt and kicked off his flip-flps - and sat naked on the platform. Immediately he reached for my shorts and unzipped them letting my fat rock hard cock out. Like a fat kid on a chocolate bar he was On my cock. To the root no gag reflex! I was totally getting into it when he pulled of and spun around onto his hands and knees and said - Cum on my Hole! I told him I needed a bit of time so started JO my cock - everynow and then brushed against his ass pucker... OK I admit it I dipped the head in a few times... and it seemed Juicy ?? He kept saying in soft tones but pleading/begging "please Daddy I need your cum" over and over and then changed it to "Please put your Daddy cum inside me". I clarified.. "You were pretty clear NO penetration... You sure you want me inside you?" He replied with a growl more than a pleading tone... YES Fuck me. So I slammed in - no lube no extra spit just what I was JO with. He took a sharp breath but did not make a load sound. I started to Fuck him with all the force I could muster - calling him every dirty name in the book. I grabbed that hair like horse reins and pulled him back to me - to ask him - a loud whisper question "You are not really a virgin are you?" He did not reply so I told him I would stop fucking and send him home if he did not answer. He admitted to being new but had taken maybe 40 loads from different men in the past few months. When pressed if he had any loads in him, he admitted YES he had been down to Beacon Hill Park and had taken 3 total anon randoms loads in the dark. THAT pushed me over the edge and I loaded him deep. He pulled off me and left fast - but sent me 3 emails thanking me and wanting more! I had NOT forgot to pay him the $5 by the way - his 3rd email was saying he found the $ in his shorts and felt like a true Whore because of it. I was fascinated to hear Beacon Hill Park was rockin again, so I jumped in my car and headed over there (10 min drive). Sure enough was maybe a dozen cars parked - which means 20-30 guys (lots walk or bike down). I found myself in a few dark trail pods of men - dark but some light to see shapes but NO way to see age/looks etc. It is Take them ass they cum... literally. So I sucked some cocks - had my cock sucked and then fucked a few asses, but did not cum. I am only good for 3 good loads a night and had given 1 to the Jason Mamoa wannabe earlier so was saving the last 2 for something... good? Then Around 1am or so I was fucking a dude who had been used by 2 or 3 before me (even in the dark it was clear he was taking ALL loads). AS I pushed in him it was also clear his ass was NOT clean. This is open to debate but I don't care... dark park - shit on my cock - OK whatever.. I am gonna fuck... Well sadly some lame prissy bitch in the group hovering around this sub-slut I was pounding starts bellowing like a Star Trek klaxon _ SHIT I SMELL SHIT - SHIT THATS SHIT - SHIT!!! I mean - ya I could smell it - but WTF ? This other dude standing beside just went ape shit yelling about SHIT LOL.The bottom - knowing it was him - straightened up pulled off my cock and was off down the dark trail. I had not cum but my cock was now Covered with shit... not a problem sometimes. I bet it has happened a hundred times to me... and some PIG always is there to suck me clean.... Well not this time LOL The SHIT SCREAMER had scared most of the men from the trails. I had nothing to clean my cock so I headed back to my car - doing so I pulled up Squirt - as if reading my mind a 30 year old PIG boy I had played with off/on since he was 18 was online. I told him my situation and he replied with his address and "Door is open - DO NOT wipe your cock - MAKE me clean it off". I got there in 10 mins - he sucked my cock - then when it was clean I bent him over pulled out a Horse cock sized butt plug and dumped a fast load in his loose gape. I was going to leave but he begged me to sit on his face for a bit. I got a REAL hairy hole and by this time of day (2:30am) well lets say I could smell it just by squatting - before his tongue touched me I knew I was dirty. He dove in and sucked and licked and sucked more. He got me so hard I flipped him over and gave him a 2nd load. Not bad for my first big play day since lock down.

And this is why I cruise at night when I can... with my boner in full display looking for those nasty cum hole pigs to use 😉

Hey guys, a short Part 10 to start catching up on the Tyler thread of the story. Thanks for the kind comments! Part 10 Tyler went back to his dorm room after being fucked for the first after getting high for the first time and felt overwhelming guilt. This was sin. The kind of sin that everyone talked about at church. Not just sodomy but drugs too. He had spent his entire childhood and high school career judging anyone who would fall so far from God that way. He would never do something that perverse. But he was sitting on his bed reckoning with the fact that he had fallen that far. And the fact that he loved every second of it. Even the pain at the beginning. But especially knowing that Chris came inside him. He didnt know the science of drugs but right after Chris bred him, he almost immediately felt higher. It made him want more. More cum shooting deep in him. Yes, the guilt was always going to be there, but now so was the desire to get fucked raw and bred. He was confused. Maybe he needed to come down fully from his high because none of this made sense. One thing did. His cock was hard and his hole was hungry. He wanted to get off again. Tyler pulled his pants and boxers off and laid back on his bed stroking his cock with one hand. As his other hand cupped his balls he drew his middle finger down to his hole. It was still wet. Chris had shot a huge load inside of him. He rubbed the leaking cum around his hole. It was sensitive to the touch but Tyler was too horny to care. He pushed his finger inside his hole and moaned. It felt good but he couldnt match the thickness of Chris' cock. He pushed a second finger into his hole and began picking up the pace, beginning to fuck himself as he thought about his friends bare cock pushing into him deep. Tyler pulled his legs back and pushed his fingers deeper inside him. He pictured Chris on top of him kissing him. But it was the added image of Hunter sitting by the bed taking a hit from that glass pipe and watching the two of them fucking that put him over the edge. With his eyes clenched shut, Tyler let out a loud moan as he felt his load build. At the point of no return Tyler yelled out "Fuck me Chris!" as he fucked himself with his fingers, his legs pulled as wide and far back as he could get them. But it was also at that precise moment that Casey who lived down the hall walked into Tyler's room without knocking. "Hey w-" Tyler was knocked out of his fantasy when he heard the door open but he was already shooting ropes of cum onto his shirt, his fingers still buried deep inside his hole. He lifted his head and looked at Casey at the door just as a shot of his cum hit him in the cheek. "What the fuck Ty!"

Part 9 Chris's immediate physical response was a loss of breath. The rush of the slam made him cough uncontrollably. He thought this was probably the last moments of his life. Dying naked in a sling with drugs in his system. God would punish him and send him to a hell that he only began to imagine in that moment. That thought of death was surprisingly not met with fear because this wasnt a time for emotion. Gregs massive cock was in him and the way he plunged it into Chris without mercy also simultaneously caused the boy to take a quick intake of breath. Only he didnt have the ability to take it. The coughing fit and the sharp pain of the raw cock stretching him were all too much. Meanwhile the video hadnt stopped. The screams by the men and the top to "poz the boy" were relentless as the top bred the bottom. Thoughts of his demise turned out to be far too premature. Suddenly he felt Hunters hand on his chest again. What he didnt realize was Hunters hand was there from the moment he pulled the band off Chris's arm. The shock was wearing off and feeling was returning to Chris. Hunters touch felt electric. His coughing stopped and a heat permeated his body. Hunters touch made the heat more intense and yet it wasnt enough. He needed more. And the pain of his hole being stretched became something different. Need. Greg was deep but Chris wanted him deeper. The need for more prompted him to raise his arms toward Greg as if to beckon him. Greg obliged and bent down again laying on top of the boy and making out again. "Fuck boy. You feeling good huh?" Chris just moaned into Gregs mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into the kiss. Greg responded with a moan of his own and accepted as much of Chris's tongue as he could get. Meanwhile he stayed balls deep in the boy and rocked inside him, flexing his cock and trying to press against the boys prostate. Chris still wasnt down from that initial highest of highs enough to figure out what to make of all that was happening. What he did know was that his life was now divided into two: before slam and after slam. Before this slam he knew he had parts of his body that would arouse him when they were touched. But now every inch of his body was a pleasure center, outside and inside. He could suddenly feel every ridge and vein of Gregs throbbing cock. He felt how deep inside him he was. He felt Gregs chest pressed on top of his as he pushed himself up against the man to somehow get even closer. Their making out became breathless just as Chris had regained his breathing. There was no chance to think. He wanted to feel this way forever. Feeling the need to be touched like this and having that need met by a man as gorgeous as Greg. Greg pulled himself up having to fight the pull of Chris's arms. He wanted to see this boy he was fucking and get a look at his raw cock fucking in and out of him. Chris was looking up at him so intently like he was trying to memorize every detail of Gregs face. Greg noticed how Chris's face had changed with the high running through him. He was more animal, acting on instinct instead of thought, taking what he wanted and not thinking about consequences. He loved his boys like this. But looking at how changed the boy was reminded him that the high from the slam he did when he first got to Hunters place had mostly worn off. He looked at Hunter who was still at Chris's side now stroking his own dripping cock. "You dont wanna feed that to him?" Greg asked Hunter. "Later. I see where his focus is for now. Hes in love." Greg chuckled knowing thats exactly the look Chris had on his face as he looked up at the man who was fucking him. Whether or not Chris heard any of this wasnt clear to either man standing since the boys gaze never wavered. "You look like you could use...a pick me up." Greg smiled at Hunter. "You read my mind." Hunter turned his attention to his kit to get one of the prepared rigs for Greg. Greg leaned back down to kiss Chris softly. He looked into the boys eyes and asked "Feeling good boy?" Chris just nodded. It was as if he was in a trance. "I'm gonna stay deep in you like this but I cant promise that Ill have much control once Hunter gives me what he gave you. Your hole feels so good around my cock I might just cum as soon as he slams me. You ok with that?" It didnt matter how Chris answered. Greg was going to breed this boy. But he wanted to hear Chris say that he wanted Gregs cum in this intimate moment when they were as closely connected as they could be. "Yeah." Chris's first word since his slam. "Yeah what boy? Tell me." "I...I..I want you to cum." Damn, Greg thought. This high and still had some inhibitions. Those religious boys from conservative families were hard to break and he was working on one such boy now. That only pushed Greg closer to the edge of his cum. "Yeah? Where do you want me to cum boy?" "I...I....cum in me." "Whats that? Say that again boy. With conviction. Like you really want it. I don't believe you." "Cum inside me. Please. Gimme that cum." "Fuck. Yeah? You sure?" Greg could see that his promptings were pushing Chris to open his mind to what he really wanted. He watched as Chris's face became more resolute and assured. "Fuck yes. Shoot those fucking poz ropes of cum in me." The sudden outburst almost shook Chris lucid. Had he just asked Greg to cum in him and poz him? He had never once considered that. But he knew what he said and what he said was what he wanted. This was after slam Chris and after slam Chris craved poz cum. "Fucking flood me with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Greg lifted himself up again as Hunter came close with the band and rig. "Looks like he put it all together. Our boy wants to get pozzed up." Hunter looked at Chris who finally turned from Greg and looked back at him as if noticing for the first time that he was even in the room. "Yeah boy? You wanna get pozzed?" Chris nodded. "Fuck yeah. But Chris?" He gave Chris a look now as if to say listen closely. "Chris? How do you know you werent pozzed before today?" Chris's eyes grew wide as the realization hit him. And then the smile. Chris smiled at Hunter as the look on his face transformed from shock to pure lust. As the realization hit Chris, he looked back and forth to the two men and as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, moaned out "Fuuuuuuuuck." Both men noticed that Chris's cock was as hard as it had been the whole day and it was leaking precum all over his abs. Greg was also benefiting from Chris's pleasure as he felt the boys hole squeeze his cock gripping it and milking it and trying to pull it in deeper. Greg smiled in response as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Yeah boy. Thats what youre about to get. Im gonna fucking breed you with my poz cum so deep." He was balls deep in Chris and tried to focus so he could hold his position as Hunter tied the band around his arm and found a vein. When Hunter pulled away after finishing the slam, Greg raised his arm and coughed through that initial impact. He loved getting slammed while he was inside a bottom but this hole was so tight and knowing that it was a neg boy who wanted to get pozzed up made him wild. As he rode the high he pushed his weight against Chris's hole trying to get even deeper than was possible. Chris could feel the change in Greg just in the way the cock inside him felt. Almost like it was growing fatter. It felt like it was stretching him even more. But there was no pain. This was all pleasure. He looked back up to Greg and saw the change in his face. It looked like lust on the verge of violence. Chris braced himself. "Oh fuck boy. You feel that cock?" Gregs breathing was heavy from the coughing but also as he got closer to cumming. His fucking became more frantic pulling almost completely out before slamming his cock deep into the boy at an increasing speed. The two were moaning loudly now unable to form words. Greg reached down and held Chris's shoulders to get deeper with each stroke. He looked deep into Chris and found some words but not sentences. "Cumming....pozzing....boy.....fuck..." and then the slamming strokes that would tell any observer that Gregs ropes of poz cum were being shot into Chris. The spasms, the shaking, all told Hunter that this was a huge load. But what made this easily one of the hottest things Hunter had ever witnessed was that as Greg began to shoot his load Chris also was on the verge of cumming. He never found his words so it came out in a long moan that was broken up by each rope that he shot. Hunter saw cum shooting up onto Chris's chest and face and more than one rope that hit Gregs neck and chin. As he came Chris's legs moved off the sling and tightened around Greg but in constant movement as if unable to maintain control. Hunter couldnt tell if one was shaking the other or if both were shaking together as if they were a single unit. As Greg slowed himself down he wrapped his arms around Chris and they kissed deep. Both still shivered with periodic tremors as they made out from the intense cum they had both experienced. As Greg pulled himself from the kiss he looked into Chris's eyes again. The boy was still very high. "Fuck youre hot boy. That might have been the most cum I have ever shot at once." Chris just smiled. "You are so adorable." Greg turned to Hunter as if to seek his agreement. What he saw was cum all over the floor. Hunter had cum with the boys and shot all around him like he was trying to paint the floor with his cum. "Guess you enjoyed watching that." Hunter laughed. "That was fucking hot boys. Two boys fucking is hot. A top pozzing a neg bottom is fucking hot. But you two got me at that next level. Fuck." Greg turned to look at Chris again but was still talking to Hunter. "How did you find the hottest boy on campus? If there are anymore like him at that school...fuck youre hot." He pressed his mouth against Chris's again and their passion was just as deep as before they came. When the kiss broke, Chris spoke his first words since he came. "You would like Tyler." Greg cocked his head slightly at the statement and turned to Hunter though it wasnt clear who he was talking to. Maybe both of them. "Who's Tyler?"

Part 7 The boys did what had become routine at the end of their hookups. Not a lot of talking, quick dressing, quicker getaway. Hunter didnt stop them. He had seen this all before. He knew that the immediate line of thinking would be that things had gone too far. That it was time to pull things back. One time wasnt so bad but no one needed to know and if it never happened again it would become a distant memory in no time. What Hunter also knew is that the inevitable progression following that thinking was temptation and then a call or text to reconnect. Hunter had the patience to wait it out. These boys were worth it and besides, he didnt get to fuck Tyler but with Chris getting two loads of his poz seed the results would show soon enough. What the boys never had to deal with before was a walk back together after a hook up. They walked side by side but their heads were down and they said little. Neither could articulate the thoughts in their heads, the weight of their feelings in the moment, combined with the exhilaration of having just lived out a hot fantasy that went beyond their expectations and imaginations. But when they got close to Tyler's dorm, he finally said to Chris, "We shouldnt have done that. I think I need to figure things out." Chris just nodded and said a quick, "Yeah." There was no goodbye . Tyler turned towards his dorm and Chris kept walking. Neither was sure if they would ever talk again. But as all mathematicians know, horny > God. Neither could really resist though they did try. They didn't text for a few days but both would check Grindr to see if the other was on. They both got messages from other guys who were interested, but they felt somehow that hooking up with some other guy would be a betrayal. That's how Chris managed to find a way to justify messaging Hunter again. Tyler was there the first time and they all knew each other. Tyler even watched him get fucked by Hunter so he would understand if they hooked up again without him, right? Before thinking about the answer too deeply, he messaged Hunter on Grindr. They messaged back and forth casually at first, Chris waiting for Hunter to ask him over again, too afraid to make that move himself. Finally, Hunter did get what Chris was hoping for. H: How are you boys? 😄 We haven't talked since. I think we just need a break. H: Did I do something? I'm sorry if I did. I thought we had fun. 😄 No its not you. We did have fun. Or I guess I did at least. H: Good. I'm glad to hear that. Maybe we can get together again if you'd like. 😄 Yeah H: You free now? 😄 Yeah H: Do you wanna come by? No pressure of course. 😄 Yeah H: Do you remember the address? 😄 Yeah H: Great. Come on over. But promise you'll say more than Yeah while you're here. 😄 Ok H: Good enough. For now LOL Hunter knew it would just be a matter of time, but he didnt think he would get one of them alone. Since Chris was the one who reached out he knew he must have enjoyed getting fucked. He decided he would push things further. He texted a friend and then jumped in the shower. Chris didn't get himself ready and head to Hunter's place right away. He was unsure if he should really go. The first time was fun but they hadnt used condoms and he worried about what that could mean. He didnt know how to mention it when they chatted and he didnt want to get Hunter upset by suggesting that he might have something. Maybe he should just be totally safe and bail on Hunter. But no amount of jerking off could simulate the intense pleasure of getting fucked. He had never even imagined what that would feel like but it was like nothing he had felt before or in the days since when he tried a finger, even two. That combined with whatever they smoked was the best experience he could have had. Hunter seemed like a nice guy. He wouldnt hurt a person by passing on a disease. That would just be evil. Besides maybe this time Hunter wouldnt want to fuck or smoke. They didnt discuss either when they chatted so maybe it was stupid to assume it would all happen again. Maybe. It was more than an hour after they messaged each other on Grindr that Chris did finally ring Hunters bell. Hunter pulled him inside and they sat together in the living room. "I didnt think you were gonna make it." "Yeah I just wanted to take care of some stuff is all." Chris was pulling off his jacket as he sat and when he looked back towards Hunter, he saw that the pipe was being lit. Without looking back at Chris, before taking his hit he said, "Well I'm glad you came." The hit was big and as he blew out the cloud through his nose, he handed the pipe and torch to Chris without asking. Chris just took it and went ahead and took a hit. Hunter knew not to ask. Hand it over as if it is perfectly natural, as if Chris knew all along. It worked. They passed the pipe back and forth and soon enough it needed to be refilled. Chris was already flying. They were making small talk the whole time, mostly about classes and the weather getting colder. But as Hunter added more to the pipe, he asked Chris "So I'm glad you enjoyed the last time." Again, he hadnt asked Chris if he did. Don't give the boy an opportunity to think and answer otherwise. Even if he is high. "I'd love it if we could do that again and maybe more." Chris didn't know how to respond. The high was telling him that he wanted it all again and the more got him excited. But how should he bring up the condoms? "Yeah. So--" Chris was interrupted by the sound of a door being opened. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a naked man coming towards them. Tall athletic and a cock that looked big even though it was just half hard. Chris was mesmerized by this mans body but was also curious about who he was and why he was there. Hunter passed the refilled pipe back to Chris already lit. He watched Chris take the pipe and a hit as Hunter continued to light it with the torch without ever taking his eye off of Greg. "Chris this is my friend Greg. He came by while I was waiting for you. I thought it would be ok. Hes a good guy. Aren't you Greg?" Greg walked over to Chris and stuck out his hand. In Chris's state, he was tempted to reach past the hand and grab the cock, but his resistance was just strong enough. "Hey Chris. Of course I'm a good guy. Especially when it comes to cute boys like you." Chris blushed a little, not know what to say, now unsure how this was going to play out. He handed the pipe back to Hunter. "Were you guys in the middle of something? Should I....go?" Hunter moved closer to Chris now as he took a hit and passed the pipe to Greg. "No, not at all. The more the merrier right? He kissed Chris on the neck and prompted a gasp and low moan from the boy. "Why don't we get naked like Greg and see how much fun we can all have?" Chris just nodded and began to unbutton his pants. "Thatta boy" Hunter said as he began to disrobe too. "You have the same tattoo as Hunter. Are you guys like part of a club or something?" Chris was pointing at the biohazard tattoo above Greg's cock, no longer hiding the focus of his gaze. Greg and Hunter looked at each other quickly. A look that said, lets just get down and fuck now. "Uh yeah something like that." "What kind of club is it?" "Well one you'll find out about once you're a member." Chris was confused. Greg turned to Hunter again. "Or...is he already a member of the club?" Hunter smiled. "He might be but think of today being something like an initiation." "Uh ok cool." Chris decided to go along with it. His brain was drifting ever since that huge cock came into the picture. Now he was reminded of Hunters as well, this one fully hard now. Chris was fully naked now and also fully hard. "Fuck youre beautiful. Can I kiss you?" Greg lit the pipe and took one more hit. Chris was never good at taking compliments and hearing that from this hot naked stranger in front of him put his thoughts further away from all the condom talk he wanted to do before. He nodded looking up at Greg and gave him his hand when Greg reached down to pull him up from the couch. They started with a shot gun that turned into a kiss, tentative at first on Chris's part, slow and soft. Then Greg unleashed something in Chris and the two felt something electric. Their making out became deeper and more intense thanks in part to the massive hit Greg shared with Chris. "That is hot boys." Hunter was watching and stroking his hard cock. "Let's move this into the bedroom."

That's one way to explain the medicine he is going to inject.

Geil du Seuchenmacker ... ich will dein AIDS, Süks und alle deine Ausscheidungen - mach mich zu deinem rechtlosendrecksviech.

As far as i know, this is the only section i can post fictional stories w chems in it. I get that there's a section for crossdressing/straight but...it just didnt feel right cause chems. Hence my warning. ..as for too many chems...ive done sessions w pot, g, tina, and poppers. All together. I know from research that probably throwing molly into the mix might be a bit much, but tis fiction. I wrote this as an unreliable narrator, so its why i never put measurements. Its probably not safe, but fuck pnp is not safe. Thanks for the responses guys. Im working on a new chapter. Ive been writing a variety of stories. Just felt like we needed some new smut up.

For my 18th birthday my parents gave me a trip to San Francisco to visit my older brother. It would be a low-cost trip with frequent flyer miles and my brother’s car providing transportation and his couch providing lodging. Perhaps being a good student and respectful son was its own reward. I was psyched! I was also gay and still in the closet…and still negative. My experiences were limited to a few oral explorations with a buzzed buddy and I was dying to do more! The other issue was I was still in high school and that rather limited my options. My spring break birthday trip was going to get me laid I decided. Being from the suburbs of a Midwestern town, going to San Francisco seemed like going to gay Mecca! As it turned out, my pozzing took place the first day of my 4 day trip. My brother Matt picked me up at SFO at 10:30 am on Thursday. He drove me back to his apartment near the Tenderloin and we had a birthday lunch before he went back to work. I was on my own to explore the city so naturally I hopped on the historic “F” line to the Castro. My youth and 5’-10” frame, slim build and short brown hair seemed to catch a few eyes. I am certain that I looked like a tourist with my gawking at the stores and the men, as well. I literally ran into a man who was exiting the Walgreen’s! I immediately apologized and was very flustered before I caught a glimpse of him. Holy Fuck! A muscle daddy!!! “In a hurry to pick someone up?” he laughed. This put me at ease and I introduced myself. “Pleased to meet you, Timmy! My name is John and I am just about to meet my partner Max for coffee—care to join us?” “Heck yes” was my reply. We sat outside sipping our lattes and discussed my birthday trip and which things a tourist should see and do before the conversation turned to sex by way of me asking about their relationship. These bearded, hairy men were in their 40’s, had been together 8 years and were actively involved with the leather scene. I felt so at ease with them that I talked all about my sexual interests and my desire to lose my virginity in San Francisco. Since my brother’s place was out, they suggested bathhouse options although that seemed a bit too anonymous and intimidating to me. Max suggested that I find some leather daddies who could host and John said that was a wonderful idea! I blushed and stammered a bit. John put his hand over mine and said that it would be their honor to take my virginity as I looked him in the eyes. Max touched my arm and said they could teach me many things and I would be free to explore in a safe environment. How could I say no? Their rather nondescript but clean home was only a 10 minute drive from the Castro. Max took me by the hand after they both had kissed me long and deep and lead me to their bathroom. He took out an odd torpedo shaped tube from under the sink and explained that being cleaned out was important so I could be relaxed and confident about getting fucked. He wiped it down with a bleachy cloth and then rinsed it well explaining the importance of keeping sex toy and sex objects disinfected. I appreciated his knowledge on the subject. When I was squeaky clean, I joined them in their bedroom. They made a point of having me undress each one carefully. I was taught to carefully fold their clothes and show the proper respect by kneeling when removing their boots and socks—followed by kissing their feet, of course! I loved it. They were both daddy-like to my young eyes. John was the bigger and beefier of the two—about 220, 6’-2”, hairy and a large uncut dick. Max was closer to my height at 5’-11”, 195, hairy and a smaller cut dick—but still quite nice. I said they both had nice trouser snakes and they both laughed. John said that I was very observant but perhaps I should look at their biceps. John had what looked like a hooded cobra snake tattoo while Max had another type—a viper I was told. The tattoos were fucking hot! Max said the snakes were their dick nicknames and both snakes liked to inject venom just like their dicks. HOT!! Max said before we start, we should talk about safer sex. He asked what I knew about it and what my comfort levels were. I told him that I knew one should wrap it before fucking. Max gave a little speech about risk. “Life is all about risk just as much as sex. Whether one wears a motorcycle helmet or not is much like whether one wore a rubber—it was a matter of personal responsibility. The only 100% safe sex was masturbation by one’s self and from there it was a sliding scale. For example, you can get crabs from hugging a guy naked. You could wrap it up for oral, although most don’t and it isn’t high risk for HIV assuming good oral health and a man doesn’t cum in your mouth. Two negative men can fuck without rubbers all day long and not transmit HIV, but one needs to be certain of one’s status and the other man’s as well—keeping in mind that there is a window between exposure and testing positive.” Max went on a bit more and then asked if I had any questions. I asked who was going to fuck me first. The guys laughed again and John said with a wink that they had played rock-paper-scissors to decide. Max laughed again and said his viper was smaller that John’s cobra so he would do the honors. I was ready! John lay on his back and told me to climb on top chest to chest. His powerful arms surrounded me, holding me, stroking my skin, tussling my hair while he kissed me deep. Max got behind me and started to probe my ass with his very talented tongue. I groaned into John’s mouth. “He has a magic tongue, doesn’t he? John asked. “You are going to love his viper!” All three of us had foreplay over the next 30 minutes. Both of my daddies seemed to want to learn what made me tick and what I responded to. I managed to deep throat Max, but John was a bit more than I could handle. Worshipping his foreskin was new to me and I loved sticking my tongue under his hood and lick up his free flowing precum. When Max had me opened up with his slick fingers it was time to give my cherry to him—I was so ready! Max suggested a spooning position or doggy so I would be able to control it a bit easier. He wrapped up and I got on all 4’s. This allowed me to suck on John who was kneeling at the front of the bed facing my deflowering. It also gave easy access to my nipples and I found that I loved having them worked on. By pushing out while Max pushed in, I was able to get his head in—barely! Despite his best efforts Max was losing his boner. “I need a break” Max sighed. I thought I had done something wrong but when I looked up at John he shook his head and said “we fuck each other bareback and we are so used to it that condoms can be a major headache for us.” Max was jacking his dick next to my hole and it was making this hot smacking sound. John was milking my nipples while Max was nudging against me. John asked “How about Max just slide in a bit so you know how it feels? He won’t shoot in you without your permission.” I wasn’t saying anything but I was super turned on. “Suck me while Max slides his viper in” John urged. “Mmmm-k” I said and the first dick of my life slowly inched its way inside me. I just worked on John’s foreskin while Max filled me up. I was too focused on my ass to do more with John right then. Max had done a good job of stretching me with his fingers so it didn’t hurt too badly. Mostly I felt full. I could feel that Max was in as far as he could go—his nuts felt heavy against my skin. “Fuck you guys look good!” John exclaimed. “Pull out a little so I can see your viper.” Max pulled back but soon pushed back in. The process repeated itself—Max wasn’t just sliding in to let me know what it felt like—he was fucking me! John was still facing me, dick in my mouth and kneeling so he could see my breeding and kiss his partner. “Fuck our boy, Max” John commanded. “That’s it! Give him what he came for. Make your viper angry so it spits!” Max built up the tempo and I just rode the feeling and let him have his way with me. John’s hot talk made it even better. “Fuck is he tight and griping me …shit, his hole is milking me” Max groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.” John pulled out of my mouth and scootched down to deep kiss me. “Timmy, I want to see you take Max—take it all from him. You are so sexy! It would make me so happy to have Max share his seed with you.” John started twisting my nipples in time with the fucking. “That viper wants to spit—deep in you. Tell Max what you want. Do this for us!” I was moaning really loud and wasn’t thinking about the safe sex lecture—I was thinking about the sensations and pleasing Max. “Fuck me, Max!” I begged. “You want my seed? You want my viper to inject its venom inside you?” Max asked. I just moaned and then said “do it.” “Do what?? Max asked again. “Fuck me! Give me your viper’s venom!” I cried. Max grip tightened like a vise and he started rutting for all he was worth. John was back to kneeling and watching my first poz breeding. I could hear them kissing and moaning then Max hissed that he was cumming. “Take my cum! Take my fucking venom! I am breeding you Timmy! Your ass is mine!” I felt Max ram in as far as he could go and then felt this frantic throbbing and heat within me. I could feel his sweat as he hugged my chest and I held us both up while Max made sure I got all of his DNA injected. "Happy birthday, baby" Max whispered. We remained coupled for a few minutes until Max finally shrunk enough that he slid out of me. “Keep my spunk in you, Timmy. John is going to need it.” Matt explained. Maxed kissed me over and over as he thanked me and praised me for my natural talents and beauty. I lapped it up like a puppy. I then lapped up his dick because he explained that is what a good boy did—it was delicious! Max excused himself for a few minutes and John made his move. “Ready for my cobra, Timmy?” “Fuck, yes!” I agreed most enthusiastically. John wanted to bind ourselves in the missionary position. He got between my legs and hoisted them back lifting my ass off the bed and in position. No discussion about condoms were made, John lined up and pushed. I felt my eyes flutter closed as his thickness spread my hole wider than Max could. I concentrated on the sensation until I felt John bottom out. The look on John’s face was so intense! It was like he was concentrating on a complex riddle and seeing right through me at the same time. His tongue found mine while my legs and arms locked around him. It felt so right! “I am so hot for you, baby. Your ass is so tight and slick with Max’s cum—I am going to add my own to his so that you can be bonded to me.” John murmured. I just groaned and whimpered and gave myself wholeheartedly. Max came in to see his partner join in my infection. John was a masterful top. I didn’t have a gauge to compare his talents except Max’s fuck, but looking back, he was a man’s man. John possessed me. It felt like my whole life had been waiting for this moment—the time that may ass would receive a game changing fuck. I felt enveloped by John’s presence and connected to him in the most instinctive way through his fucking. The feeling was so intense that tears leaked out. I called John’s name and sniffled a bit as I was so lost to him. “Shhhhhhhh. You are ok, baby. You are mine.” John comforted. Max rubbed his hands over us and urged John to breed me. The pace then picked up like a jackhammer. There was no way John could last long, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I begged him to give me his seed. I told him I wanted his cobra’s venom and John obliged. “Here it is, boy! Here is your special birthday gift! I am fucking injecting my venom in you! His eyes glazed over and then shut as he screamed out his pleasure. I held him as tight as I could as he jerked and cried out. John again recapped what he had done, what we had done, and spoke sweet nothings that made me so proud! I held John for the longest time and Max snuggled against the both of us. When John finally popped out of me Max told me to lie on top of him face to face. He kissed me—deep soul sucking kisses that left me dizzy and dripping wet. Max asked if I was ready to lose my virginity. I looked at Max with a quizzical expression and Max just laughed and said “your other virginity!” as he started to position me between his legs. “I took the liberty of getting ready to get fucked while you started with John. Since I am the first man to take your ass, I’d love to be the first man YOU fuck!” Max beamed. John lubed my uncovered dick and smeared some against Max. I fumbled trying to get in but Max was patient and he guided me. It was an incredible sensation—a tightness gripping my head followed by an elastic warmth that sent shivers down my spine, I did my best to follow my mentors’ example and I fucked Max as good as I could. My first fuck didn’t last long, but it was mighty fine! Max seemed to genuinely enjoy my fucking and John was husky as he told me to breed his partner. It was so hot to look down on Max’s hairy body and encouraging face. When Max told me how much he wanted my fresh spunk and kissed me again, I just lost it! Spurt after spurt shot out of me and waves of pleasure made me giddy. I collapsed into Max’s arms. After a rest break, each of us got off one more time. I thanked them both for giving me the birthday present I had really wanted. They both said the pleasure was all theirs. John asked me to hold their seed in me as long as I could so I would be reminded that they were in me now. He also said he hoped losing my virginity had been a positive experience for me and I told them again that I couldn’t thank them enough for what they had done for me. “Our snakes thank you, too” chimed Max. We all laughed at that. They both drove me back to the neighborhood I was staying in and kissed me goodbye. Despite their offer to meet up for coffee again any morning around 10:30, I never did. I got so busy with sightseeing and hanging out with my brother that it just wasn’t doable. I left San Francisco feeling a great deal more sex savvy and ready to spread my oats back in my neck of the woods. I came down with a bad case of the flu a few weeks before graduation but was recovered in time to receive my diploma. At a quick test clinic held by my university the following fall, I learned that my cobra and viper lovers had indeed injected me with venom and I now had a venomous snake of my own!

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When there's a BOND between the TOP and BOTTOM...its really magical in nature; because, it seems everything works like a well functioning piece of equipment. The physical, mental and spiritual BOND between the individual's is so powerful you can see and feel the sparks that radiates between everyone. I have enjoyed being on both ends of the sling...and its really...not a pump and dump situation for ME...its all about the connection and how connected we can make each other feel like...there won't be another fuck'n like this ever again. So, I feel when I give everything back and forth...its like an addiction for the BOTH of US....sharing that SPECIAL ...connection...NO PULL OUTS...NO INHIBITIONS...just...hardcore ....cock and ball's deep 'animal lusts'....MORE...until...the loads are running out the hole...and getting sticky wet for MORE...harder and deeper fuck'n.

Let me share my story of my first time knowingly getting fucked by a poz guy and taking that load… it was SO fun! I had been taking cocks bareback for a few years but was constantly worried about the chance of getting “it”. I always asked my top if he was “clean” and “DDF” but I’m well aware that men lie about such things to have sex! Many times, after meeting someone I’d worry whether the hot bare cock that had just fucked my willing ass and unloaded in me might actually be shooting charged loads. As you might have guessed, I’m a bottom, and was torn between my love of feeling a hard raw cock erupt in my ass and fill me with a hot load and the inherent danger of that very act. I’m certainly not the first guy to struggle with this issue, nor will I be the last….and soon found I had plenty of company. I’ve always loved reading accounts of hot man to man sex, and I stumbled across some very hot stories others had written regarding their experiences of being neg and getting naked, nasty and fucking raw with a poz guy or poz guys that had their way with a neg hole. To my surprise, my reaction when reading these tales was not one of disgust or bewilderment about why one would do such a thing, instead time and time again I found my hand wrapped around my rock hard throbbing cock! Soon I was seeking out more stories regarding such fun, even tho I didn’t realize at the time where this newfound obsession of mine would lead. After months of finding and reading those hot reading stories, I realized I was at a crossroads. I knew I would never give up getting fucked bare so I had to accept the risk, even the certainty that someday I would get the bug. Strangely, I found that as I made the choice to accept my fate I was quite at peace with that decision… even somewhat excited with the possibility! I decided to do some exploring. I knew I had an upcoming business trip during which I would have some time to play, so I did some online research. I checked several of my favorite sites for poz tops in my destination city and sent messages to some of them saying what a hot profile they had and that I would be in town for a few days and wanted to play. Several responded but one in particular caught my attention. He was about my age (early 40s) and in good shape, nice looking, a top and poz. I wrote back and told him bluntly that I was neg, love getting fucked bare and was looking for a willing poz top that would take my neg ass and fuck me and fill me with his hot cum so I wouldn’t be a “virgin” anymore to poz cocks. Being very upfront with him, I let him know I’d not blame him if I did indeed get the bug from him and he replied with a picture of his thick 8.5” cut cock and the message “here’s a pic of my cock… do you think you’d like to get your first poz load from it?” Gazing at that photo, I felt mesmerized… and my answer was “YES!” I arrived in his city and on the day we planned to meet I called him and made arrangements to get together at my hotel. Happily, he was quite punctual and being ever the gentleman he brought a bottle of wine. I had gotten myself cleaned up and ready prior to his arrival, and was wearing only a jockstrap as we sat drinking the wine and talking about life in general. After a few glasses, he stood and motioned for me to come to him… and we began to kiss. He started rubbing my ass, and teasing my crack and asked me if I was sure this was what I wanted. My answer was to begin to undress him, slowly and easily dropping his clothes to the floor as our kissing became more urgent. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down as his hard cock popped free and prodded my navel… I could already feel his precum making his cockhead slick as it ground against my stomach. I felt like a nervous virgin, waiting for what was to cum, knowing things would never be the same after this night and so ready for it! He guided my head downward and I licked my way from his neck to his crotch as opened my new bottle of poppers, getting myself ready for my first taste of poz cock. I took two big hits from the poppers and OOOOH! What good poppers they were! I started licking the precum from his cockhead… it made me delirious with lust! I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried his cock in the back of my throat and lost myself in the pure pleasure of hot mansex as I sucked him and pleasured that hot hard cock. I could tell from the amount of precum he was pumping and his hardness that he was very excited as well, and wasn’t surprised when he soon told me to get on the bed and lie on my back. I hit my poppers again and he crawled between my open legs and kissed me again and began to work my nipples, pulling and twisting them, sending powerful waves of sexual energy thru my body… I was his for the taking and he knew it! I could feel his rock hard poz cock bouncing off of mine, leaving traces of wetness where it hit my cock which was harder than I had been in years. He looked me in the eye and again asked me “are you sure you want this to happen?” I looked deeply into him and said “YES… please fuck me!” He grinned and told me to take a couple of very deep hits on my poppers while he rubbed lube on my crack and hole, then onto his reddish purple cock. I fell back onto the bed, high on poppers and panting for him to plant his dick in me. He whispered in my ear “You have me so fucking horny, I’m going to cum very soon once I get inside you… but we’ll rest a bit afterwards and our second round will be even hotter!” He lined his cock up to my hole and told me to get ready as he pushed his cockhead into my eager and waiting ass! I hit the poppers one more time as I felt him stretch me open and his cockhead slide in… then as he bottomed out in my ass, I pleaded with him to “FUCK ME!” He began to pump into me, soon pulling almost all the way out only to pound his cock back into me, and after only a few moments, I was begging like the cumslut I am for him to do it! “FUCK me, harder!” “BREED my ass, do me… fill my ass with that POZ LOAD! FUCK FUCK FUCK this is HOT!!!!!” He didn’t say a word… just grasped my waist and shoved into me and fucked me so hard he lifted my ass from the bed as he groaned! UUUUHHHHNNNGNGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!! I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in DEEP as I felt his cock EXPLODE in my hole! He pumped into me, and I could feel his huge hard raw cock spasming as he gasped for air as his poz cum filled my fuckhole! He collapsed next to me and we fell into a deep, trancelike state and napped for a while as we recovered. Soon I felt his cock begin to stir and harden against my asscheeks and I reached back and played with his balls and stroked his shaft, knowing that there was more to come. He began to kiss the back of my neck and play gently with my nipples as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack. His nipple play became more aggressive… roughly pulling and twisting again and again as I began to thrash about. I grabbed his hands, keeping them on my nipples as he continued to work me all the while rubbing his ever hardening raw cock between the meaty cheeks of my ass! Not a word was said… he grasped my hips and rolled me over and onto my hands and knees, got behind me and prepared to put his now rock hard cock back into my waiting ass! All our rolling about, thrashing and nipple play and done a lot to get him UP! His precum had made me quite wet again and I still had an ass full of the best lube there is… CUM! I could feel his cockhead at my eager hole again… and quickly and easily he was balls deep in me, starting more slowly this time as he massaged my back, waist and ass. He soon grabbed my hips and began to pick up the pace as I hit my bottle of poppers again and again, moaning and begging for his big cock to “FUCK ME!” Nothing else mattered at that point… only his cock and my hole, and the pleasure of raw fucking!!!! I was again high on the poppers and sex, wanting to please him and let him pump my hole for as long as he desired and he made good on his promise… the second round was long, hard and HOT! My entire world came down to his cock slamming into me as his balls bounced against me… my rock hard cock slapping off my stomach, splattering myself with my own sex lube, lost in the sensation of absolute lust and pure sex! I could feel the change in him, as his need became more urgent… more aggressive… he was getting close again, ready to seed my neg hole with his toxic cum! His low growl became louder as I fucked back onto his poz shaft, working it and trying to milk that HOT cum from his balls one more time! I arched my ass up and into him and that’s all it took… he moaned “OOOOH YEAH!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!” and I felt him begin spurting into me again and the pure HOTNESS of the scene overwhelmed me and I shot my load all over the hotel bed and my chest. “Fuck yeah is RIGHT!” I told him as we collapsed onto the bed again!! He grinned ear to ear, and asked if I wanted a repeat before I left town, to which I replied “HELL yes!” He winked and asked if I was open to a threeway as he knew a friend of his that would love to breed me as well… I just smiled, kissed him and said… “What do YOU think?! We laughed and he reached for his phone to call his friend….

His name was Joseph. He was from Spain. I met him in the Village several years ago when he was a student. We cruised each other and hit it off. He was 24, 5'10", lean and fit. He bragged that he practiced martial arts, though I suspected that was mostly fantasy. Overall he looked kind of grungy--long, shaggy black hair; really gorgeous eyes; and an accent to die for. Up until then I’d made it a rule not to engage in unsafe sex, because I was still dealing with being poz and all. I really liked him, but I didn't tell him I was poz, cause I wanted to have sex with him. He didn't ask, and I didn't tell. We went back to his place and made out. God, did I throw a major boner! He was totally my type, smooth, well defined, and hung. We got down to some serious cocksucking. I ate his ass as he lay writhing on the bed, and he couldn’t hold back. Six or seven nasty volleys hit my face and chest. I lapped up his cum and licked it off my fingers. I took his cock in my mouth, and he managed several more squirts. He was one of those guys who could cum multiple times. He reached to the night stand, grabbed a condom, and straddled me. He was so hot and tight. I uncapped the baby oil and lubed his butt. Before I knew it, he was riding me like a jockey. We switched positions, and I fucked him as he bent over the bed. I slammed him hard, and he moaned in Spanish. All of a sudden, the friction was incredible. I shot gobs of cum up his ass. I pulled him tight against me. I jerked his shaft while I chewed his ear and twisted his nips. When he shot, I felt his ass do magic things to my dick head. I almost came again. When I pulled out, I saw my naked cum-covered shaft with a ring of rubber at the base. The condom had broken while I was fucking him. I was embarrassed and scared. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to "clean up." I flushed the punctured condom down the toilet. He said his ass was wet and leaky from the lube. I didn't say a thing. He kissed me, and said it was okay, that liked his ass sloppy. A portent of things to cum. We showered and cleaned up and walked down to the corner to grab a sandwich. We spent the rest of day together, and he asked me to stay the night. We fucked again. I was more careful about the condom, but it wasn't the same. We fucked for nearly an hour, and I made him cum twice. But I still wasn't near ejaculation. He asked me what was wrong. I was hard as a stone, but my dick was all red from the condom. He pulled it off, poured lube into the palm of his hand and massaged it over my shaft. He straddled me again, and positioned his ass over my rod. “Now you're going to fuck me without a condom.” “No, wait. It's not safe”. “It’s okay. I trust you. I don't have AIDS, and I know you don't.” Maybe not, but I was POZ. I had to say something. “Shhh!” He slid down on my ass. The sensation of my oiled dick gliding into his ass was incredible. I let out an impassioned moan. Soon he was riding me roughshod, slamming all the way down to my balls. The last of my resistance dissipated. I grabbed his hips and started screwing like a machine. “I'm gonna shoot!” “Breed me, baby. I want your seed.” I shot a huge load of poison jizz up his ass. It was too sweet, too intense. We came down from that fucking high, and fell asleep. I awoke in the middle of the night freaked out by what I’d done. I may have pozzed that beautiful man. I started to cry. My cock was rock hard. I thought about our AIDS fuck again. My shaft jerked. So that was it. Fucking poz was erotic to me. Joseph rolled over and woke up. I gasped when he grabbed my dick beneath the sheets. Without a word he pushed them back and mounted my pole. I fucked him 3 more times, each time more passionately than the last, each time shooting a poz load up his ass. It didn’t bother me, since I figured it was already too late. After all, hadn’t he practically begged for it? I fucked him bareback for almost a year, two, three, four times a week. On a hundred occasions. Grinding my seed into him. I studied up on HIV, and let my nails grow. I fingerfucked him till he yelled. I guess he put up with me cause he loved dick so much. We didn't really start to date, but got kind of intense, at least on my part. I eventually fell in love with him just as he was falling in love with somebody else. He dumped me in the worst possible way, like: “Goodbye. I don’t want to see you again.” No explanation. I found out from friends that he had taken a lover, also Spanish, and that they were incredibly serious and planning on moving to Spain. A week before his departure, I called Joseph’s number. As I hoped, the boyfriend answered. “I’m an old friend of Joseph.” “Yes, Joseph’s mentioned you.” “Not sure how to say this…. Did Joseph tell you he might be poz?” “Poz? No! What makes you think…” “I guess Joseph may not even be aware. You know Joseph and I had quite a relationship before he met you. For almost a year. I just found out I got AIDS. From what the doc says, I’ve probably had it for quite some time. Probably during the time Joseph and I were, well, fucking. I don’t know who else I could have got it from. I think you both ought to get tested.” “You say you just found out?” “Just got my tests back Friday.” “I’ll definitely talk to Joseph about this.” “Sorry.”

yes! actually love it more if it's a boyfriend or husband he's cheating on, since the wife is female so he's cheating to have a guy, but the boyfriend/husband are male, so he's cheating even though he has a guy at home. Love getting fucked in my boyfriend's bed too.

Thank you for telling your story! That's great! Would you like to fuck me BB on camera to post at your blog? You can show closeups of my face as I suck cock or drink piss, There is not a thing I'd say no to. Your story gives me added courage to continue. No one in my family speaks to me anymore, so why should I care what they think now? Especially since my Cocksucking career began when I was forced to suck the cocks of my much older brothers when I was five-years-old. Same goes for all my "old" friends who no longer have anything to do with me. And my former co-workers, hah! They're all totally freaked out about it. (DID you look at the page at my blog "My Day Job"??? to see what I did for a living before going public as a cum addicted porn slut????) I hope to hear from more of you. Please look at my blog and tell me what you think. You can be honest, my feelings can't be hurt anymore than they already have been by the betrayal of family and friends. Where would be a good place for me to move to if I decide to leave this red neck state where gays and bisexuals are treated like trash? I'm financially secure but not sure I could afford a home in many areas of CA. I'd like to live where there are LOTS of men who enjoy using a cum slut like me, and maybe we'll make a few more videos and photos to share with the world. Thanks again!

Taking Juan's Loads Author: 1981virginia Posted on Tuesday, May 18, 2010 - 06:20 pm: I have a wonderful boyfriend with an ass that just won’t quit. He lets me fuck him raw whenever I want. My boyfriend would let me fuck his tight ass four times a day if I had the stamina to keep up. Until the story I’m about to tell, we’ve been monogamous, as far as I know. So, I’m not really sure why my eyes should wonder to my co-worker Juan. But, as they say, variety is the spice of life. At work, Juan would totally and shamelessly flirt with me, cruising me every time he walked by my desk, in the tightest of trousers that left nothing to the imagination. This boy had a solid 8” in his pants from the sight of it snaking down his leg, which he often readjusted as he was walking past me. Hot. We were working together on a big project for my company, flirting shamelessly and peppering the conversation with innuendo, and getting to know each other better. I was doing the deskwork, while he was traveling back and forth to Montreal for presentations to the client. After a few months of collaboration, the project was deemed a success. To celebrate, we were both invited, with our respective boyfriends, to a dinner at our boss’ apartment as a sort of congratulation. Turned out that the night in question, both of our partners were to be out of town. So, Juan and I went. We sat side by side at the table, continuing our harmless flirtation. As we both drank more and more red wine, the flirtation became more heated. My hand initially grazing the back of Juan’s hand, his palm stroking my thigh, and eventually me rubbing his hardening cock through his pants. We got a little out of hand at dinner and decided to head home early. When he asked to share a cab, I knew I was in for trouble. In the cab, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Tongues down each other’s throats, hands exploring each other’s bodies. He undid his belt and a few buttons so I could slowly start to jerk him off. I had been planning on getting out first, so had given he cabdriver my address. As we neared my building, I noticed that this nasty mid-eastern fucker was jerking off to our antics. Juan was just about to cum when the driver, somewhat sadly, announced that we had arrived. Juan paid, as we both folded our coats over our crotches to cover our hard cocks as we made a beeline inside. We made it upstairs in a flash and were out of our clothes. He was an aggressive kisser. The kind that you have to fight for breath when making out. It was exhausting, but amazing. His cock was already spewing precum, and I went in for a taste, deep throating as much of his uncut manhood as I could handle. I kept going lower and lower until I had both of his shaven balls in my mouth, and lower still until I was worshipping his tight hairless asshole. I had never cheated on my boyfriend with anyone, certainly not someone who I saw every day at work. I got a little freaked out, and leaned back on the sofa. Juan though I was inviting him to return the favor, and I quickly gave in. He blew my cut 6” until I shot a huge load down his throat. After swallowing as much as possible, he kept going lower and lower until he was tonguing my hairy asshole. It was amazing. (My boyfriend doesn’t go in for foreplay of any kind, and he’s a total bottom.) As he was getting me looser and looser, I realized that I hadn’t taken a cock in almost three years. And I wanted Juan’s. Badly. I stopped him long enough to run to the bedroom and get two condoms, some lube, and some poppers. Juan bent me over the sofa, still tonguing and working two fingers into my ass, as I started inhaling. I stopped him long enough to work the condom over his thick drippy dick. Then, leaning forward, he plowed into me, not a bit at a time, but all the way. After he pushed in once or twice, he complained, “Damn, this rubber is making me go soft.” He pulled out all the way, then shoved it back in. I didn’t know until later that that was when he pulled the condom off. With my face in the pillow, I squealed with pleasure. I was loving it. I hadn’t bottomed for a long time, and was getting the deep dicking of my life. I reached back to feel his cock going in and out of me, and didn’t feel the rubber. (I chalked that up to my relative inexperience as a bottom and thought it had all slipped inside.) Juan’s pace slowed down and I could feel him firing off, but didn’t know that he was coating my hole with his sperm. He pulled out slowly, and made a show of handling the condom. I noticed that there was something wet in the condom. Had he spit into it to make me think that that was his cum??? After resting a minute, we switched places so I could blow Juan again and suck on his balls. I rimmed his hairless ass for a good ten minutes or so, before starting to work my fingers in there. I got up to three and he was begging me to fuck him. I dutifully wrapped my cock, thinking, “Well, if I’m cheating, I should at least be safe, right?” That didn’t last long. My hardon drooped as soon as it touched the latex. I went back to tongue fucking Juan’s ass as I jerked myself back to full hardness. Juan said, “You can fuck me raw, just don’t come in me. No one cums in me but my boyfriend.” How sweet, right? I started, slowly at first, inserting my raw cock’s head, then the whole thing, picking up my pace until my balls were slapping his ass. I’m a huge precummer and was doing just fine with my own moisture and the spit I had forced into his ass with my cock. As I fucked and fucked his raw ass, Juan got dirtier and dirtier in his pillow talk. “Oh yeah, give me that raw dick. Fuck your cum into me. Give me your babies!” Well that sent me over the edge. I started moaning as his silky asshole milked my cock. I shot one or two spurts of him inside him, and pulled out, spraying his asshole and balls with my cum. “Aww yeah. Aww yeah,” he kept shouting. I pulled out after a few thrusts, coating his balls with my seed. As I caught my breath, I realized that the cool drippy sensation at my own asshole was his cum dripping out of my own ass. I asked Juan if he cam in me. “A little, maybe,” was his reply. I got hard all over again, and we fucked each other senseless, cumming inside each other this time without any pretense. We lay there in sweaty smelly afterglow, both of us with at least a load and a half in our asses, fingering the cum of ourselves as we basked in our own sex. He told me that his boyfriend, like my own, was a usually a total bottom, but he craved more. He went on to tell me that when he was in Montreal on business, our client had introduced him to bathhouses and sex clubs, and he had been playing up there a lot. He didn’t want to go into the details, but I got the feeling that he took more than a handful of strangers raw, which turned me on and freaked me out at the same time. At work the next week, it was almost like business as usual, except for the time we snuck out to the men’s room after lunch to swap loads. I loved sitting at my desk the rest of the day with his load slowly trickling out of my ass into my trousers. I loved even more, fucking my boyfriend’s hot ass that night with Juan’s babies still slowly oozing out of me. About a week after our first tryst, Juan missed a few days of work with a cold. When he got back, he asked me to see him alone. He looked like death warmed over, and told me that he didn’t have the flu. He had tested poz shortly after we fucked, and suggested I get tested too. I was totally freaked out. I had taken his load at least three times, knowingly and unknowingly. When I was taking it from him, I was turned on by the risk, and the illicit cheating. I went to my doctor, and came back neg. Juan and I have never fooled around again, and since then I haven’t been with anyone other than my boyfriend. But, I feel like I got a taste of something that I really liked, and now I want more. I have fantasies of pozzing my boyfriend and taking loads at gangbangs. Those parts of my sexlife are fantasy, but my brush with poz cock is totally true.