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Chara, I went out day after your birthday, up to Anchorage to celebrate in your honor. I went to my favorite bar there and had drinks and chatted with all the friendly people there. Lovely ladies and good guys. I was having fun, getting drunk and flirting lightly with the bartender. I chatted with the guy next to me, older, good looking guy. We chatted and commented on the bartenders ass, just asses in general, as he bought me shots. He was good looking, not fat, just greying, a little older than me. He caught me looking some times, but never said anything. I finally drank enough and had to piss, so I got up and went to the bathroom. About halfway through, my "friend" from the bar came in and bellied up next to me. I couldn't help but look down, and saw his cock. It was long and thick and soft in his hand. I quickly looked away and finished, going to wash my hands. He finished too and came up behind me, and next thing I knew, I felt his hand on my ass. I gasped a little, but didn't move away as he told me that my ass was pretty fine also. I was being felt up in a public bathroom, I was being cruised by a man...and I loved it! I felt him slide his hand in my pants and feel my ass, and I just let him, watching in the mirror. He rubbed over my ass crack and then I felt him probe at my hole, slipping a finger into my now horny asshole. I let him finger my ass for a minute before we both went back to the bar. I had never been picked up by a guy before, I had always chatted online if I was horny. And now I was sitting next to a man who had just fingered my asshole. We just kept chatting and had a few more drinks, but I couldn't keep from thinking of him. Of his cock. When he asked if I wanted to get a drink at his place, I just dropped. I told him that yes I would, and we got a taxi to his place. We just chatted nicely on the way there, but the sexual tension was rising. When we got to his place, he got drinks in the kitchen while I waited on the couch. When he brought my drink, he just stood in front of me drinking and staring at me. When he finished he said that he knew I was a faggot, he knew from the moment he sat next to me, said he could smell it on me. I didn't know what to say, nobody had ever called me faggot before, and Chara, I liked it. A lot. He told me he would only call me faggot anymore, because that was what I was. Chara, He had me so incredibly horny, he was so dominant. When he told me to take off my clothes for him, it just felt right, I just obeyed him. When he told me to show him my faggot body, I did, showing off my smooth shaven body, my shaved cock, my smooth hairless ass. When he told me to bend over and show him my faggot hole, I could only obey him, I was in a different world. I was in a faggot world, he had called me that enough. I bent over and showed him the faggot hole he would soon be fucking. I felt him hands on my ass, probing my hole with his fingers. I heard him say "such a tight faggot hole, but not for long" and it thrilled my head. I felt something I had never felt with women, a sense of purpose. He finger fucked my spread ass as I moaned, letting the change wash over me. When I felt him slide then out, I just looked back in anticipation, wanting what was next, whatever it was. He gave me the fingers that were in my ass to my mouth, telling me to clean them and I obeyed, licking my ass off each long fat finger. It was bliss as he told me to get used to the taste of my ass as he fishhooked it open, holding both sides as he pressed his semi hard cock, still in his pants, against my ass. I knew I was going to be buttfucked, and I wanted it all. When he asked if I was ready to be of service to his cock, like a good faggot, I just groaned and nodded all I could, I was ready to be made a faggot. He let go and backed off, telling me to turn around and kneel in front of him. I did as ordered, and knelt before him as he took off his shirt, showing his nice body. He was a hot daddy guy, and I felt honest attraction. In my mind, in my eyes, I felt sexual attraction to a man, not just his cock. When he told ne to take off his pants for him, I did so, unbuckling his belt and sliding them down over his feet. His bulge was large in his bikini briefs, and my mouth was starting to water thinking about tasting it. I was eye level with his crotch, but I kept staring up at him, adoring him as he pulled his shorts off. We sere both now naked, and didn't even feel nervous, just natural, prepared to serve his cock. I was eye level with his cock, but still gazing at him. He had one hand on his cock as his other came to my face. He redirected my gaze to his cock, as he stroked its semi hard glory. It was pointed at my lips as his hand came to them, opening them as his fingers slid in. He told me that my faggot mouth was his now to use, and it excited me to be used. I could smell his cock and balls and I started drooling at the smell. My mouth stayed open, my tongue came out as he stuck his cock into my mouth, letting me taste his manhood. He held his cock as he thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth with his hard shaft, calling me a faggot cocksucker. I gagged as he hit my throat, pushing in with his thrusts. His hands held my head as he used me, face fucking me as I gagged and drooled on his cock. He kept using my faggot throat and mouth, making tears come to my eyes. It was the roughest I had been face fucked and I loved it more each second. The tears were tears of relief, the only man besides Bobby who could see through my front to my faggot self. When he let up, let go of my head, I just reached up and kept sucking, kept worshiping his cock. Licking his balls. Even licking his asshole when he told me to. When he pulled his cock from my gasping throat, he call me a good little faggot, and led me to his bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed, his cock standing erect, as he told me to start worshiping him again. And Chara, I did, servicing him as he directed. When he had had enough of my mouth, as he told me, he said for me to get on the bed, facing the mirror on the wall at the end of the bed, on my hands and knees. I could see my spit covered face as he got behind me. I watched him lubing his cock first before I felt his fingers slide into my horny asshole. First 3 fingers, then four as he fingered me open, stroking his cock as he kept talking to me telling me what he was doing, getting my faggot pussy ready to be fucked hard. I said that I wanted his cock in my faggot ass, and he stopped and corrected me. He told me it wasn't my asshole anymore, it was my faggot pussy, to be fucked like a pussy by men. He pushed 4 fingers deep as they could go, making me gasp in happiness as I was stretched wide. I saw my face in his mirror, full of pleasure as he asked me if I liked that. I gasped out a long yes as he finger fucked my pussy, his thumb hitting my hole, wanting in also. He asked me again if I was a faggot, because he only put his cock in faggot pussies. I told him that yes I was a faggot, I was his faggot. He told me I wasn't allowed to fuck women anymore, that I wasn't bi, only a fag now. I saw stars as I watched in the mirror, watched my pussy getting fisted as I turned into a faggot. I begged for it, deeper, as he sank in my loosened pussy. I wanted all he had to give, wanted his hard cock in my pussy, to use it like a man. I begged him to use my faggot pussy, to fuck my pussy. He slid his fingers out of my pussy as he lined up his cock on my open hole. He told me to watch myself as he turned me into a faggot. I felt his cockhead rub on my pussy hole as he told me no going back now, a fag forever, if I was sure I wanted it. I looked at him and myself in the mirror and I knew. I saw my faggot self come out, as I told myself and him, that I was a fag, now and forever. He called me a good boy as he sank his cock into me raw, bare, as fags only fuck bareback. I saw my eyes light up for a second before they rolled back in bliss. My pussy was full of hard throbbing man meat. When his slow deep thrusts brought me back to earth, I saw the pleasure on my face, being fucked by a man. And it wasn't just the physical cock-in-pussy connection, but mental as well for me. I watched a gorgeous older man plow my pussy in the mirror, it was almost surreal as his balls slapped on mine every stroke. It was intense, more intense than any sex with women I had had. And yes, that includes you too, Chara. I watched myself getting fucked in my new pussy and I had a full body orgasm, I came more intensely with my pussy than I had ever done in my life, it was a total body orgasm from a cock in my pussy. I changed. I lost all I was and became a servant of cock. My master saw that on my face and doubled his efforts, fucking into my loose pussy as I groaned and gasped with each thrust in. My lover saw this and asked if my faggot pussy was having a good time, and I could only gasp out a long yesssss as my hole was pounded harder. He asked if I was a faggot now and again I gasped out a yessss. He told me to say it, as he pushed all the way in and held still. I just did as he said, looking at myself in the mirror, with him grabbing my hair and pulling me up to see. I spoke the words, I am a faggot. He told me to say it again, and I did, I opened my eyes and said I am a faggot. Louder. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him, I wanted him to fuck me. He pulled me back harder and told me to say it right. I asked him to fuck my faggot ass. He slapped my ass and told me no, say it right, faggot. I wanted his cock thrusting in me again so bad. I pleaded with him, please, I need your cock pounding my pussy. Please, fuck my faggot pussy hard! And he called me a good faggot, grabbed on my hips and gave me what I wanted. We fucked like 2 gay men can, him dominating my pussy hard and deep. We talked dirty the whole time as my pussy got wetter and wetter with his pre-cum, more open. We changed positions every so often, me riding him, side by side, with me cleaning his dirty cock every switch with my faggot mouth. I loved the taste of his cock and my pussy on it. The room smelled like our mixing sweat, and anal sex, and it kept getting heavier. I was in lust. I took his cock hard and deep in my pussy, as our groans and cries of pleasure filled the room. I was on my back taking him balls deep over and over when he asked me if I liked it in my pussy. I yelled out that YES! I loved his cock in my faggot pussy. And it wasn't a lie, I was falling for his strong cock and even stronger fuck game. My legs were spread wide, held high and flailing about as he pumped away, faster and faster. I gripped his ass as we mated, his solid cock throbbing away as he approached his climax. He leaned in close and asked me if I was ready to get seeded. and I cried out YES! He asked if I was ready for his poz cum and I came back to reality quickly. I was about to get pozzed and there was nothing I could do but beg him. Beg him to cum in my pussy. I knew what poz meant and I was asking him to poz my pussy. Over and over I asked him. And I wanted it soooo bad. It was the last step to becoming a faggot completely. He leaned back and yelled out HERE IT CUMS FAGGOT! YOU'RE GONNA GET KNOCKED UP NOW FOR SURE! And he slammed in deep and hard, groaning so loud as his cock exploded his toxic sperm deep into my pussy. And I groaned in orgasm with him, as my own cock shot its load in excitement all over my chest. My mind raced at the thought of receiving his dirty semen into my body, the posibilty of contracting HIV myself. And it made the evening of gay sex that much hotter. I loved feeling his hot load in my pussy, seeping into me as I was marked by it. He leaned down, his cock still twitching in my pussy as he kissed me, my first kiss from a man. I moaned in his mouth as the last bit of heterosexuality left me. Chara, that kiss made me a total faggot, I will never touch another woman in my life. I am gay. We fucked all night long, he came 3 more times in me, trying to convert me. He even put a toothbrush in my pussy, to give his toxic cum more area to knock me up. And I let him. I loved his cum changing me. Chara my love, about 2 weeks after my epic gay fuck, I got sick. I came down with the fuck flu. I tested HIV+. And it felt like freedom.

I was feeling horny so jumped on Grindr to see who was nearby. Chatted with a athletic guy and agreed to meet at a local park with a path through the woods. I got there first so I went down the trail and found a nice spot behind a fallen down tree and waited. He came along a few minutes later, obviously nervous, wearing a mask(straight guy?) He pulled his cock out and I gave him some head. He started warming up to me not being so shy😏still wasn't getting super hard, he started gently pulling my head into his dick. I reached back and kind of roughly guided his hand on the back of my head,to hint at its ok to be rough, deeptroating him. He wasn't shy at that point and roughly started face fucking me, getting rock hard. I pulled away and leaned over the fallen tree, pulling my shorts down. Remembering my poppers I grabbed and opened them, before I could get a sniff of them he was balls deep in me. Took a good whiff and was off on cloud 9. He fucked me rough for a minute or two, and as I was coming back down from the poppers realized I didn't even ask him name... Or his status... Or if he was going to use a rubber... Reached back sure enough, no condom. That kind of really made my heart start racing, was starting to second guess my choice. Too late he starts deliberetly thrusting and how tight he's holding my hims I know its too late, just took a huge rip of poppers and submitted relaxed. He slammed in deep, and felt him throbbing as he blew his spunk as far as he could. He pulled out a few moments later, pulled his pants up, slapped my ass so fucking hard!! And just walked away. Leaving me bent over the fallen down tree, my shorts down, with his baby batter deep inside my hole. Still not good at writing, but had to share. Please don't edit, I will overtime if I want it changed.

Here in Atlanta it's fairly easy. In the mid-town area you can cruise all you want. Plus there's a bar with a play area as well a bathhouse. There are enough gay guys in the greater Atlanta though that hookups are pretty easy to get no matter where you are. For a hyper-promiscuous sex pig like me, this was a huge factor in my moving to Atlanta. Anytime you re in a place where you can drive 5 miles, refresh your hookup apps and see totally different profiles, every time, you know you have struck sexual gold.

Is This a Date? Friday I stopped at the store after work to get a few last things for dinner that night. There was no sign of the blond cashier from last time and I hoped it was his day off. When I got home, I changed out of my work clothes into a jock, running shorts and a pair of flipflops. I got part way through getting dinner ready when the phone rang from the doorman. I had him send Gabriel up and soon there was a knock at the door. "Oh, I didn't realize it was beachwear night" he said, before laughing. "Get your ass in here and get naked" I replied, taking the gym bag he was carrying and putting it in the bedroom. I went back to cooking and suddenly had a naked body standing behind me. "Ahh, that's better. I like something hot to look at while I cook" I said. I bent over to put put the pan in the oven and I felt two hands on my hips and Gabriel grinding on my ass. "Watch it..." I said, adding a few moments later "That's not really a bottom move." "No, but you looked so hot bent over like that. I couldn't resist. Besides, I haven't always been a total bottom" he replied, with a slight grin. It didn't really register until several minutes later since I was more concerned about getting dinner cooked perfectly. While I was waiting for the last few things to finish, I turned around and leaned back against the counter. I pulled him in for a deep kiss and when it ended, I said "So, tell me more. What made you decide to only bottom? Is it just because you're poz now?" The smile on his face disappeared and I regretted asking. "It's ok. Don't worry. It hits everyone differently. Uh... did you used to top a lot?" I said. He looked back at me and nodded. It took several seconds for him to regain his composure. "I've always preferred to bottom, but you know how it is. There's never enough tops. If I liked a guy enough or found him sexy I would either flip or top him. But once I got infected... I just couldn't even think about fucking another guy" he said. We had a good dinner and finished off a couple bottles of wine before moving to the couch. I lit a joint and after my first hit, I passed it to him. He inhaled like a pro and grinned back at me after exhaling the smoke in my face, which I breathed in. "Damn, I haven't smoked since I moved back. I've really missed that feeling" he said. We finished off the joint and then headed to the bedroom. We were both pretty wasted and in no shape to fuck. We were naked in bed, spooning, and my dick just laid there barely hard. It didn't matter, we were sound asleep in a few minutes anyway. When we woke in the morning, I saw him staring at me. I could see him thinking and after a few minutes he asked "What do you think would make your perfect partner?" I choked, really not wanting this type of conversation until I'd at least had some coffee, after a few drinks or never. "I dunno... someone who doesn't mind me fucking around on the side and does the same. A guy I can trust... Someone that won't get jealous of the other guys I fuck. A guy that trusts me. Someone that can be spontaneous and do something crazy at the drop of a hat. Someone that pushes me to try things, but doesn't want to mold me into someone else" I said. I knew it wasn't an exhaustive list but to be honest I really had avoided thinking about it. "Yeah, you didn't really strike me as the monogamous type. What kind of spontaneous things?" he asked. "Hmmm. Just flying off and spending the weekend someplace I've never been. Having sex in an exotic location. Leaving a pile of laundry and going over to the bathhouse and having fun with random people" I said. "I knew you had a high sex drive but it's really part of everything you think about, isn't it?" he said. It wasn't a question I answered right away, so he then asked "In this hypothetical run to the bathhouse, are you with your partner or not?" "We go there together... but then I could see it go several ways. Having fun together, having fun together with other people or each finding other people there. I'm an exhibitionist and like people watching me, whether it's sex, bondage or just fooling around. I love to help a guy explore his sexuality and have him help me" I replied. "Interesting... Do you think this mythical man exists somewhere in the world?" he asked with a grin on his face. "I don't really think so. I tried to find him when I was younger and guys said they were ok with me fucking around, but it always became an issue. I hated getting close to someone and then having it fall apart. I'm not an easy guy to get along with for more than a few hours" I said. "I guess" Gabriel said. We laid there for a while and he broke the silence with "My tattoo appointment is at two this afternoon. Want to skip doing your laundry today and spend a few hours before my appointment over at Steam?" A smile grew over my face and I rolled over to face him saying "Are you trying to prove to me that you're the guy I gave up looking for?" "I think you're just afraid to find that guy" he said before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. We got cleaned up and made it over to the bathhouse just before eleven. I was a little nervous about running into RJ but we got a room and wandered around. "If you find someone you want to take to the room, just go. I prefer the public play areas" I told him, but he stayed near me most of the time. We ended up in the dark room and I fucked him as soon as we found a spot. He seemed to tense up when a guy started feeding him his cock but when I rubbed his back he began to get into it. I felt a guy next to me and slowly fucked Gabriel for another minute before letting the new guy take over. I moved over to a chubby college guy that had just walked in. He kneeled on the bench and slid into his well fucked hole. The guy that fucked Gabriel lasted a few minutes before I heard him moan and stop fucking. Another guy took his place and lasted just a little longer when he did the same thing. When that guy left, I pulled out of the college guy and went back to Gabriel and felt his ass. He had taken at least one load and probably two and Gabriel began squeezing my fingers inside his hole. When the guy that was face fucking him groaned I knew he'd gotten his third load of the day. I tapped him on the shoulder and he stood up and we moved on. Finding nothing happening on the third floor, we went back to the second level and took another lap. We went into one of the glory hole booths and someone was in the cubicle next door. I whispered in his ear "feed him" and pushed him to the hole. I heard a faint "Oh fuck yeah" come from the other side of the wall, so the guy must have liked what he saw come through the hole. While Gabriel wasn't fully hard in the beginning, I assumed he didn't stay that way long from his moaning. I moved behind him and slipped into his cum-filled hole. I fucked him gently while kissing the back and sides of his neck, listening to him moan. The guy on the other side must have been good since I could hear Gabriel moan and feel him squirm as the guy got him close and then backed off. I began to thrust a little harder and Gabriel went back to squirming. Suddenly he froze and I heard him say "No... NO! NOOOO!!!" and he started panting. Seconds later, I felt his hole start to spasm and I assumed he shot his load into the guy's mouth. When his orgasm faded I pulled out and he fell back against me before turning around and holding me tightly. "Shit! Fuck! Damn it! The fucker backed his ass up on my dick and I couldn't stop from cumming in him!" Gabriel sobbed as he held me tight. "Remember what I told you. Guys that do that stuff here are either poz already, looking to be poz or on prep. It's not your job to keep them safe" I said, stroking his back. He calmed down and we left the glory hole, noticing the room next door was now empty. We walked some more and watched a few guys fuck in their rooms and in one of the larger rooms. A pair of older leather daddies were playing in the sling and it was amazing to see the connection they had. While they mainly were giving each other pleasure, they also were putting on a show for those of us that were watching. "They barely talk yet they know what the other is thinking" Gabriel whispered to me. I nodded and noticed the top looking over at me with a grin. I looked back and mouthed silently "fucking hot" before nudging Gabriel toward the door. We walked a bit more and passed the chalkboard at the top of the stairs on the second floor. "poz wanted 213" it said scrawled across the bottom. I didn't want to pass up that chance and we wandered around looking for the room. The guy was face down, ass up with some guy drilling him when we got there. As the top's pace increased, so did his grunts and twenty seconds later he was dumping a load in the bottom. The guy in the doorway stopped stroking and took the tops place. He pushed in easily, paused a second and then just hammered him for a minute before adding his seed to the mix. When he left, I started toward the bottom and Gabriel looked at me. "You gonna?" he asked, shocked that I had no problem fucking and breeding this stranger. I stepped close and looked down and someone had drawn a biohazard tramp stamp in marker on him. I pushed in and felt the loads he'd gotten before me. When I got half way in, I stopped and asked "Chasin?" and the bottom responded "mmhmm." I fucked him hard and with the warmup of fucking Gabriel in the gloryhole, I was adding my bug to his ass in a few minutes. I pulled back out slowly, trying to leave as much cum inside the bottom as possible. I gave Gabriel a gentle push and said "You heard him, he wants it." His cock said yes since it was hard again but the look in his face said no. "You want something potent, chaser?" I snarled. "Oh god yeah... poz me, sir" the bottom cried out. I watched Gabriel close his eyes, grab the bottom's hips and push his hard shaft in. He pumped his cock in and out, building up steam. When the bottom begged "Give it to me... please!" Gabriel gave one more shove and shot his load into the sloppy hole. I could see the conflict in his eyes so I led him back to our room and we sat down on the bed. "You ok?" I asked. He slowly turned to me and said "I don't know. I can't believe I just pozzed two guys" he said, staring blankly at me. "Both of them wanted it. In different ways, but both willingly took it. Don't ask why. They made their decision and you helped them on their journey. Besides, one load rarely does it" I said calmly. Gabriel nodded and we got up and went to the locker room. Once we were showered and dressed, we headed over to the tattoo shop. We were a few minutes early and went in. Gabriel met the artist and he looked over the renderings. I sat in a chair by the door wondering if I had done the right thing or had just ruined our friendship. "Craig, come here. Look at this. What do you think?" Gabriel called out. I walked over and looked over the drawing. The confusion was apparent immediately. Gabriel looked at me and then said "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I changed the tattoo. It's going on my chest now!" I laughed and said "That looks really good. It's going to be a lot more visible now." He pulled his tee off and took a seat before he removed his nipple piercing. "We've been doing these a lot lately. Scorpions too, but mostly biohazards. I think everyone is making up for lost time after last year and screwing anything that moves, regardless of the consequences" the artist said as he finished setting up. "Blake usually does the poz guys but he's off at a show this weekend. I swear he's just looking for hookups at those things" he said as he shaved around Gabriel's pec. "Last one I did was a pair of blond frat guys who wanted matching small scorpions on their wrist. No other ink on 'em and didn't even have a pierced ear. Probably horny guys that got more than they bargained for" he said as he started in. I had to chuckle and wondered if they were the guys I fucked in the grocery store bathroom. Due to the simple design, Gabriel's tattoo was done in no time. I was impressed with the artist's steady hand and smooth arcs on the tattoo. The biohazard symbol in black ink was centered around his left nipple and had just the right proportions for his body, almost three inches in diameter. Big enough to see within ten feet yet, not too big to look silly. He didn't put the date on it in the end as the artist thought that it would clutter up the design too much. The smile on Gabriel's face when he saw it was priceless. I had never seen him that happy. "OK, Sara is waiting for the next step in back. Follow the care instructions so it heals well. Let me know when you want the next one" the artist said with a wink. I followed him to the back of the shop and was surprised to see that this was the piercing section. "Let's get this one back in first and then work on that other one" the piercer said, slipping the little barbell back into his left nip. As she got ready to pierce Gabriel's other nipple, he asked "Craig, how come you don't have any piercings?" "I had my left ear done a long time ago, but took it out when I was looking for a job after college and never wore it after that. It's closed up now" I said. "You should put it back in. I think it would look good on you. Maybe get a matching one on the other side too" he said. The piercer looked at me and smiled. "Those are so easy, I can do it when I finish his" she said, giving me a wink. I watched Gabriel get his nipple pierced and almost fainted. A few minutes later, I had two more holes in my head. "They are just simple studs. Once they heal you can find something nicer or stretch them. I think a small gauge would look good on you. Maybe a nose ring too" she said to me. Looking at Gabriel she said "Obviously you know how to care for your new piercing since the other one turned out great. You can show him too in case he doesn't remember. Let me know if you want anything else done." Gabriel turned to her and said "Do you do genital piercings? I was thinking of a PA."

The rest of the week was rather chill, only 1 load in my ass, 2 blow jobs and a few loads of piss. I guess they were saving up for the weekend. I was going crazy in my chastity cage, almost cumming a few times just from stimulation from my ass in the file room. I went to Katie's apartment, knowing she was gone up to San Jose for the weekend. I wondered what was in store for me Friday night, they never clarified whether what day it was. Stephen and Cory were on the couch, as usual, but this time completely nude. "Your outfit is in our room." Cory said. "Is it tonight or tomorrow?" I asked. "Oh that's right you wouldn't have seen the post. It's tonight, let's go clean you out." Stephen said as if I was a chore. "Post?" I said as they pushed led me into the bedroom. "Mmhmm" Stephen said. Their room was all set up, a fuck bench much like the one at my last gangbang was in the middle. Their bed looked like it had waterproof sheets. There was a mini fridge under the desk, and 4-5 cans of Maximum Impact on top of the desk. There was more weed than I've seen in one place since college and some other prescription bottles laid out in order. Then of course, a few different types of lube, the last one being "J-Lube". We went into the bathroom where there was a whole set up of enema equipment and 2 different kinds of funneled masked, I assumed for becoming their urinal for the night. A rim seat was folded behind the door. The boys set me up and helped me clean out. I would go soft as we worked on cleaning me out and got hard in the chastity cage again as I thought of the night to come. They put a mask on me, and instead of a blindfold there was an eye mask. "Do I really need this if I'm not going to be blind folded?" "You're an amateur porn sensation, do you really want people to see your face?" I practically choked, "Wh-What? Excuse me?" "Ever since Johnny's gangbang you've been videotaped, the file room, our room. You're popular, and we're going to film this gangbang and your pozzing." I couldn't help but smirk. My cock twitched at the thought of it as well. I put on the mask and we just hung out. My cock was still in locked up, I wondered if I'd be let go before or after the event. "Go grab us all waters, you're going to need hydration because you'll be busy most of the night." I walked over to the fridge and when I opened it this fridge had a shelf of poppers, I grabbed one bottle, shook it and took a hit. I was pulled up from the harness around my shoulders and back almost spilling the poppers. "You little slut, grab the WATER, not the poppers. But now we know you're ready to start though!" Stephen said, transferring his grip from the harness to my hair, walking me out to the couch, placing me on my knees on the couch, spanking me a few times and took a tube, shoved it in my ass and squirt lube deep into me, it was cold and I felt it start to wet my entrance. Cory popped a pill into my mouth and gave me water. "What is this?" I asked. There was no answer. Stephens fingers started working my hole, 2, then 3. His cock was next, he railed into me. My hands were on the back of the couch as his hands held my hips at the jack strap waistband. He moved his hands to mine and pulled my arms out from under me, bringing me down onto the back of the couch, making eye contact with Cory's cock. I opened my mouth and let him take my throat. The front door opened but I was too busy being spit roasted to look. I heard multiple footsteps and a bunch of bags and clothes being shed. Stephen thrust into me one last time and exited. "Someone fill his bitch ass, let's set up." I couldn't turn around to see but lights were set up, and then of course, a camera was turned on, I heard the shutter. I was too busy taking Cory in my mouth and I don't even know who was in my ass, but it felt familiar. My jock strap was moved aside and my cock and balls were aggressively grabbed, then unlocked. My cock sprang free in a semi hard low hang, and it now swung with each thrust from the guy behind me. He also didn't cum before exiting my ass leaving me frustrated and hornier than ever before. I started to feel more relaxed, But with the relaxation came the urge to do what ever was asked of me. I was picked up by the harness and turned around, there were already 10 naked guys in the living room. A rag was placed over my nose, the familiar smell of poppers and Maximum Impact filled my lungs. My legs barely worked as I was led into the bedroom, walking past multiple cameras and lighting set up surrounding the bench and the bed. The night started to blur together. Men grunting as they released their load inside of me, asking me to beg for their load, asking me to beg for their cocks, piss and abuse. More than a few times a large cock would surprise me and hit somewhere too deep, causing me to come out of my drugged and cum drunk state. I'd feel cocks slapping at my face, slapping my body and of course one relentlessly destroying my ass. I remember riding someone, taking cum shots to the face, drinking someone's piss from the tap as they cheered. My cock and balls being grabbed, stroked, slapped and punched in all sorts of positions. I lost track of how many cocks were in my mouth, hands and ass, I also lost track of the amount of times poppers would be placed in front of my greedy nostrils. I passed out, and woke up to someone fucking me as I laid prone over a small stack of pillows. My body felt sticky with cum, dried piss and sweat layers on me. The man came inside me and left. No one took his place, I slowly got up onto my elbows and looked around, lights were still on, there was a camera trained on me in the bed. I sat up in the bed, and walked out of the room, Stephen and Cory were sitting at the table, empty food boxes and bags all over the table, as they sipped coffee. "Well well, you look.. like shit." Stephen said. "Hot shit!" a guy said, going through the fridge. I had no idea who he was. "Back to the bedroom, Thomas is on his way over." "Fuck, now?" I said in a daze. "Your ass is raw right now, you were fucked by over 20 guys last night, The door has been open and your ass has been up. This is the best time for Thomas to poz you" "You were crazy for cock last night" Cory said. "You took a group of guys to Katie's room and locked the door!" "No way, when was that?!" I said heading to her room, I opened the door and two guys laid in her bed passed out, absolutely massive cocks flopped over their legs. "It was like a cum drunken rage, never seen a bottom like you." the random guy said. I was led by the harness into the bedroom. As we entered, Thomas entered the apartment. He opened the door to the bedroom. "All out except this bitch as neg bottom." Cory checked the camera, and repositioned it in another spot. I sat on the bed facing Thomas. "Didn't I already Poz you?" "It didn't take I guess" I replied, I felt like a naughty child looking up at his angry father. Thomas spit on my face and grabbed my legs, flipping me around, placing me on all 4's. My hole was a mess of cum, he took his fingers and wiped my crack before shoving his 2 fingers into my ass, it didn't feel great, but they went in with ease. I reached for poppers and before I could get them to my nostrils Thomas snatched them from me and threw them across the room. "Not today pig, your ass will feel every thrust." Thomas said. He shoved his fingers into my mouth and pulled my face towards him, he spit on my face again and then lined his cock up to my ass. I wiggled it. "You're happy for someone who's life is about to change forever." "Yes Sir." I said. His cock entered and immediately I could tell it was different. I felt him almost every inch as his cock bottomed out into my ass. Then the fucking I dreamed of started. He thrust all the way out and shoved it back into my ass repeatedly, my ass staying open as he drove out and into me. He took me from behind the entire time, but he still changed my position. He pulled me up, driving his cock into the front of my abdomen, pummeling my prostate and bladder. I sprayed piss as I lost control of my bladder. His arm went around my neck and he squeezed me between his forearm and bicep, continuing the assault on my prostate. "Poz me" I managed to squeak out. "Fuck you" He said jerking my head back further. "Make me yours, poz my ass, poz a straight guy." "You fucking love my cock, straight my ass!" he said. "Yes I do, your cock is my favorite" "Good because it's fucking you until you're sick with the fuck flu" He delivered his last thrusts, and lessened his grip on my neck, pushed my check down onto the bed and unleashed his load into me. His cock didn't soften, but I could tell he was spent. His cock popped out of me and he walked out to the guys, I could hear them talking. My ass stung, but it felt amazing. I eventually got up to go see what else was in store for me.

I just got a HOT fuck outside my house and then some. The bf and I had a good night hanging out together and went to bed at our usual time. I woke up to our fuckbuddy and bf asking for my ass in the spare bedroom. Groggy eyed, I said sure! They went to the other room I got ready and then walked into my bf sucking his cock. I immediately took over sucking the bf and the other guy put his big, hard cock right into me. It was hot! I LOVE being split roasted! He came pretty quick, deep inside me. I love taking his load since I can feel his cock expand and shoot in me. Right after he finished, my bf takes his turn using my hole and came quickly too. After, we went back to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. So, I went on Grindr, not expecting anything since it was 3am. But I ended up finding a muscular 21 yo HOT black guy (I am 38, white and a few extra lbs) with a HUGE cock who was willing to come over. The bf and I play together but aren’t exactly open. I said the only place would be my front porch (which is private since the house across the street is currently vacant). He said he would be right over. Before I knew it, I see his car in the driveway and I walk outside and unscrew the lightbulb on the porch. He says, are you sure front porch is okay? I say yes but can tell he is nervous, so I suggest the other side of the house by the woods so we go there. He immediately pulls down his pants and I drop to my knees to suck. I am in heaven as my explore his muscular ass, abs and pecs while his big cock is gagging my throat. I look up at his face and ask, want to fuck now? He says, FUCK YEAH! I turn around, lube up his cock and he slides right in. He pounds me, HARD while pressing my face into the siding of my house. I was SO turned on! He actually lasted a long time and towards the end started talking dirty to me...you like that cock I’m you? Then he says, ready for my cum? YES! So he stops pumping and shoots DEEP into my ass. He pulls out and then walks right back to his car without saying a word to me. I am writing this now as I am lying in bed next to my sleeping bf, not knowing that I just took a 3rd load tonight, stroking my cock as I search on Grindr for a bottom to finally give my load to.

Part 2: I was spinning and so horny. I knew I was being watched from another room and I was about to be offering myself up to another man to get used. I realized I never told Host that I wanted to get used raw, I assumed he filled in the details. My asshole was vibrating and my body was tingly. I kept hitting the poppers while seeing images of past fucks float through my mind. The butt plug felt amazing and I just kept thinking about how it will feel to have a nice raw dick in there. I was so wrapped up in my own experience that I didnt even notice when someone showed up. I felt a hand on my ass and that was my first clue. Then I felt that hand reach for the buttplug and pull it out and insert it again, followed by, "nice". I could barely hear, it was as if the ambient noise in the room was the loudest sound. Behind my eyelids there were a myriad of colours and I was feeling fucked up. I was probably acting like such a tweaked out whore. I pushed back on the buttplug and the guys hand and groaned. I popped my chest down on the bed and reached back looking for a dick. I found semi hard cock in underwear. I padded at it and moaned. "Yeh, you want that cock?" I just groaned. He moved around to the side of the bed and I hopped up and over and immediately started sniffing and mouthing his dick through the undies. He kept plunging my ass with the buttplug. It faced very little resistance and because of the booty bump, I was flying. I wanted him hard and inside me asap. I flipped out his dick and swallowed it to his balls. He smelled amazing. His dick grew quickly and it was soon filling my mouth. He was uncut and likely about 7ish inches, slightly above average, but average thickness. I was assaulting his dick with my mouth while he pulled out the buttplug. He tapped me slightly and said, "turn around and open that ass". I did as I was told, leaving a stream of spit from his dick and my mouth coating my face as his dick slid against my body as I turned around. I took a huge hit of poppers, popped my face and chest down and reached back and spread my cheeks and pushed back. His dick slid up and down my ass. "Fuck yeh, you want it dont you?" I grabbed his dick and positioned it at my hole, and pushed back as he pushed forward. It slipped in easily and went straight to the base. He responded by groaning. I started moving back and forth on it right away. I was there to get fucked, nothing else. I was tweaking hard and just really wanted it and nothing else. I forgot I was being watched. I could feel my phone vibrating, probably grindr messages. "Fuck dude, Im not gonna last long. I can cum. Where do you want it?" I just groaned. I propped myself up a little bit, moving my blindfold up just a touch but keeping my head down, I opened grindr to see the messages. The guy inside me asked again. "Dude, oh man. Im so close, where do you want it?" I just pushed back on his dick. He groaned and just started picking up the pace. In my messages on Grindr there were some new profiles and messages, and a few messages from Host. I opened his first. Host: "Damn this is so hot. He looks hot." Followed by "Man, is he in you raw? Fuuuuuuck". That was it. I wrote, "He is gonna cum quick. I want more." I could feel the guy inside me picking up rhythm. No messages from Host back. So I copy pasted my location and details to the other messages, mostly anonymous older men profiles, one younger guy, and wrote Host again. The guy inside me bottomed out, pulled my hair and head back, and groaned loudly. "Shiiiiit fuck, Yeh, take it slut" and pumped me hard full of cum. I could feel his raw dick inside me pulsing out my first load of the night. I was in heaven. He didnt linger long, just slapped his dick at my hole a few times and stepped away. I went back to grindr, no messages yet. I wrote Host again. "He creamed me. I can feel it inside me. Do you like watching?" Still no response. The guy who fucked me slapped my ass and walked out. Shortly after I heard the door to the bathroom open and felt the buttplug reinserted in my ass. It was Host. "You are a dirty slut." He pulled the butt plug out again and then back in. "Let's make sure none of that leaks out. I have another guy coming to fuck you, he is parked on the street." He walked around front and put his dick in my mouth. It was leaking and rock hard. "he knows I am watching, so enjoy being the star of the show." I groaned. This was gonna be an epic day.

This story is pure fiction and comes from the part of my mind that’s always depraved and horny! 😊 I was at Uni, fuck I had not realised that living in the ‘Halls of Residence’ would cost so much, and to be honest offer fuck all for it. I knew I was gay though I was ‘out’ it was still sort of ‘secret’, I had come out to family and friends just prior to setting off for Uni, but other than a few fumbled kisses, wanks and blowjobs (me giving) that was all the experience I’d had, though I will admit I’d been playing with my arsehole a lot using various vegetables whilst watching intergenerational porn on my laptop in my tiny pokey room no real mans cock had been up my arse. Then I read this article about an American girl who was selling her virginity to fund her college education, I thought it was funny and sort of ridiculous, but it must have stuck in my mind because about two weeks later it was a Friday night I was drunk and stoned on weed wanking to a daddy/son video and playing videos games when I remembered the article and grinning to myself stuck an ad on craigslist which read:- “cute ginger boy, smooth/toned, 18, 5’6 slim/toned, tiny waist, nice round bum, smooth (all over) VIRGIN arse, looking for generous Dads to help pay for Uni” I even put up a half profile picture of my face, which though was dark did give an indication of how cute (modest yeah) I was. Then I finished wanking to the porn, finished my joint and the bottle of wine before promptly falling asleep in my room. I woke up the next morning to the sound of my friend Julie hammering on the door, insisting I go swimming with her, I tried to beg off but a very large cup of coffee and a joint later I agreed to go with her, at the pool, a lido (and outside pool in the UK) I got changed into my green bikini brief (I thought the contract looked great with my bright red hair) and dived into the cold water immediately feeling reinvigorated. The sun was bright and warm, Julie and I swam and sunbathed on our towels at the side of the pool, it was lovely, because we were away from the other bathers, we soon indulged ourselves with a few joints and some ice-cold beers (that Julie had brought) I was laying on my front on the towel reading Shakespeare to Julie (we were in the same English literature course) I was enjoying the sun on my back and feeling the heat through my tiny swim briefs on my arse when Julie sniggered “there’s some old bloke checking you out”, I started to glance around as she exclaimed “don’t look you prick!!”, it made me laugh and ask “where and who?” Julie tilted her sunglasses “five o’clock, big hairy brute in blue trunks”, I did my best yawning sleep move and turned myself so I could see, and I saw a man mountain of muscle, a bit of a gut, lovely grey/white hair on the sides of his massive forehead/bald head and a blue swim trunk that was bulging to say the least, he looked like something out of mythology! I must admit my heart fluttered at the site of the neanderthal man, he was so manly, so earthy, beastly, animalistic, and so sexy I had to lay on my front to hide my cock because it was rock hard. I buried my head in my towel pillow as Julie got up and jumped into the pool with hetro minded fellow students. Then I felt a shadow over me, the sun literally went in, I looked up and the ‘beast’ was standing over me, he grinned and then sat on his haunches, the bulge in his trunks obscene, he felt my cheek “I saw your ad boy and I accept, meet me here at 8pm tonight”.

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

I suppose I just have to much of a kinky side to have ever lived a vanilla life. It was my wild side that got me into trouble one night when I hooked up online looking for some sort of group or exhibitionist scene. I met an older white guy into 20y.o. latin guys (me) who said he'd be willing to fuck me at a particularly cruisy park. The deal was that while I was there I was his boy; I obeyed his instructions and did only what and whom he told me to do, but my terms were no fucking without rubbers and nothing that would land me in jail. It sounded like a pretty hot scene and the guy had a talent for dirty talk, so I agreed to meet him there in an hour, showered and douched. When I arrived, I was glad I had come. He was a stacked fifty-something white daddy type that totally fit my domination fantasies. He gripped my head in his hands and delivered a big, intrusive mouth kiss to make his claim, and then spat on my face at the end of it just to seal the deal. My hands started to wander over his body, but he grabbed them and pushed his face up close to mine. "The deal was you only do what I say. That clear, boy?" I was loving it. He led me up a path in the park to a relatively secluded area surrounded by trees and bushes and pushed me to my knees, pulling out an impressively sized cock for me to suck on. I have a gift for sucking dick, and it didn't take him long to become rock hard in my mouth. I was so absorbed in the process that I was only vaguely aware that we had company, but when he motioned for me to stand up again I realized we were surrounded by five other guys. This was about the tipping point for me between "hot sex fantasy" and "situation I can't control or escape from if this goes bad," so I was pretty nervous. The daddy commanded me to lean against the tree so that he could eat out my ass. "Getting nervous," I whispered, to which he slapped my ass and told me to follow orders. I did, but my eyes were tracking the guys, who were now had their pants down and were pulling at their dicks. That said, it became hard to focus on anything once daddy started eating my ass. He had a beard that tickled my ass when he ate it out and drove me wild. While he was doing that he pulled out a bottle of lube and greased up his dick, although I was entirely sure if he was into fucking or if he was just jacking off. That became clear after a few minutes when he pulled his mouth off my ass and immediately positioned his cock to slide inside me. I reached into my pocket for a condom before he could push in. He grabbed me by the chest and pushed me close to him, his dick right up against my ass, which was struggling to stay closed against him. "Condom," I said, holding the wrapper up. "I want your sweet little ass raw, baby," he responded, trying to push inside me. Somewhat more sharply I said, "We had a deal." He chuckled at that. "And here I had to go and find me the one bottom with a spine." He wrapped the condom over his dick and relubed before positioning himself at my ass and bending me forward again. I grabbed the tree for support and braced myself, trying to relax in the somewhat awkward position of not being on an even surface, but he was surprisingly gentle entering me. I love a rough fuck as much as the next bottom, but I always appreciate tops who know to start off slow and work up to it. At this point one of the guys came up to my face, which was at crotch level, and held out an eight or nine inch dick in front of my mouth. I was watering to suck it while daddy fucked me, but I knew the rules of the game, so I didn't do anything. I figured even asking would be wrong. Disloyal, perhaps. If he wanted me to do it, he would offer. The man became more insistent, even grabbing my head, but I didn't respond. The man looked up at daddy and said, "I thought this one was just a hook-up? You been training him to take orders?" "Nope, seems he's a natural." Wait, shit, they knew each other? The man in front of me said, "Well, order him to suck my dick. I'm getting blue balls standing here." "Boy, these men are my friends, and you are going to suck them and let them fuck you same as me. Understood? Suddenly I wasn't so sure I was up for a starring role in an orgy, but no use complaining about it. "Yes sir," said with more certainty than I felt. I immediately started sucking on his dick, taking it all the way down my throat for as long as I could stand and then resurfacing for air. One of my favorite tricks is to lick the balls while I am all the way down on a dick, and the guy was loving it. It also distracted me from what Daddy, who had been building up speed. I think maybe he felt like he needed to get my attention again, because without warning he pulled his dick all the way out and rammed it all the way into me again, causing me to yelp slightly and tighten. He did it again and again in rapid succession, until on the fifth or sixth time my ass was able to stay a bit more relaxed rather than automatically tightening. Then he started power fucking me while slapping my ass. My prostate can only take so much intense stimulation from being punch fucked all at once, and the feeling had become so intense that it was passing pleasure and becoming painful. I should maybe be greatful for the fact that he had size, technique and style, but endurance less so. He only fucked me for about five minutes before he he came loudly, pulling me up to bite my neck and ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm in my ass. All at once he pulled out and ripped the condom off. He turned me around and presented my ass for the guy I had been sucking, whom I dutifully provided another condom to. This guy was not shy about ramming it in all at once; fortunately his dick was maybe slightly longer than daddy's but not nearly as thick, and I was able to take it pretty well. I try to avoid using poppers too much, but I figured at this point surviving the night would mean pulling out all the stops, so I pulled out my "Emergency, in case of getting gangbanged" bottle from my pocket and took a couple of deep hits before sucking the next man's dick. The second stranger definitely had stamina, and was probably showing off a bit for his friends. He would pull all the way out and in, do circle motions, fuck hard and then slow and then hard again. I was more or less just along for the ride, so I just focused on my mouth and keeping my balance. When he finally came, he was so loud that I was afraid he would alert the entire park. The next guy told me to take off all of my clothing. I looked to daddy for confirmation, but he just nodded, so I obeyed, grateful that it was a warm night and I hadn't brought my phone or wallet into the park with me. He fucked me on my back in the dirt, with my legs on his shoulders. He was a white dude who wanted me to call him "papi" and liked to pull all the way out of my ass while he was fucking me and then just barely stick the head back in several times before forcing it all the way back in. After maybe the fourth time doing this he paused before putting it back in my ass, which set off my alarms. It was the first moment I suspected someone of tampering with the condoms, and I asked him if it was still on and tried to reach back. He assured me it was, but batted my hand away. I tried again, and he pinned my hands down and force fucked me while staring directly into my eyes. At this point I figured I had done my due diligence and decided to take it on faith and enjoy the ride; if he was lying there wasn't much I could do at this point anyway, and he was my favorite top of the lot so far anyway. He rode me like that for another two or three minutes before coming silently, still staring straight into my eyes, shaking with the force of cumming but not uttering a word. The next guy was an older latin guy, athletic but wiry and with a beautiful big dick. He was also the most sadistic of the group. he started off slapping his dick on my face and force fucking my throat until I was gagging, which I'm pretty good about controlling under most circumstances. He slapped my face with his hand hard enough to hurt and then made me beg for him to do it again. Generally he pushed me just a little bit farther than I wanted to go, which was clearly the point. Then he had told me to stand up and face Daddy, which I did. He stuffed my own underwear in my mouth as a gag, and had Daddy hold me tightly, pinning my arms to my sides. In rapid succession he stuck one, two, then three unlubed fingers into my ass, which hurt like hell the way he did it. With daddy holding me, he brought the fingers up to my face and smeared them on my face and nose. "Smell that, bitch? That's the smell of the loads of the four guys who just fucked you. All of the guys here have been popping the condoms when they fuck you. I'm not even going to bother faking the rubber." Wait, what? Fuck, fuck, fuck! I looked into Daddy's eyes, who smiled almost gently and cooed, "Shhh, what does it matter now? It's done. Just relax. Just enjoy it." And here's where someone else, a more dominant guy, someone who wasn't as kinky or as horny as me would have acted differently. That guy would have fought back like hell, maybe get the shit beaten out of him but not given into this on principle and maybe gotten away at that point. But me? I thought, "you're right, what's the point?" It's not like I could deny that being barebacked was a huge turn-on, and whatever damage was done was already taking its course. I could always see the emergency clinic tomorrow about Plan B or PEP or whatever it was called. Tonight, I might as well enjoy getting fucked. So I didn't scream or cry or fight. With some effort, I spat the underwear in my mouth out and looked Daddy in the eye. "Kiss me, sir." "Fuck you, you don't give orders, kid." Not backing down I said, "Fuck you, you didn't keep your end. Kiss me." He did, forcefully and passionately, conceding even while he reasserted his dominance with his lips and tongue. Meanwhile, the guy behind me lubed up and put his head at my hole. I knew this was going to be brutal, and sure enough he fucked me as hard as any of them for a good fifteen minutes without ever taking a break or going gentle. He taunted me, saying things like, "Maybe before you came into this park tonight you were a man. Now you are nothing more than a cumpdump and a faggot. You will never be anything more than that after tonight. After tonight you'll only ever be good for taking loads from real men. Beg me for my load to fill up your faggot ass." When he finally came he must have shot ten wads into my ass while he whispered, "I'm breeding your ass. I'm breeding you. I'm going to make you pregnant with my babies, a real man's babies, you little cocksucking whore." Even as he was going soft he didn't pull out. Instead, I felt a flood of warmth deep in my ass as I realized that he was unloading his piss inside of me. Apparently this really did it for the next guy, who fucked my piss soaked ass and didn't last more than a minute before cumming. To each their own, I guess. I thought the final guy in the group was also going to fuck me too, but he made me kneel in front of him while he said, "I don't fuck used up whores." I had to admit, that successfully stung a bit after everything I had just been through. He told me to open my mouth, and let loose a stream of piss that started there but then covered my face and body before zipping back up and walking away. Daddy shoved me over a low branch, saying, "you stink, faggot." This didn't stop him and two of the other guys from fucking again and pissing in my mouth and ass, respectively. Oddly it wasn't hurting; I was feeling a bit light-headed and very horny. Later I pieced together that some of the dudes must have been high and when they pissed on/in me I was getting a contact high. All I knew was that I suddenly went from resigned to eager about the idea of taking their cum inside me. Fortunately, Daddy came prepared with a towel and some sanitizer so that I could clean up a little. The other guys took off one by one, until Daddy and the sadist (who went by Jesse) were the only ones left. Jesse was the last to cum in me for the second time, and as he was finishing he looked up at Daddy he said, "Any chance I could borrow your new toy for a day?" Daddy looked nonplussed. "I like this one. I might just keep him. Besides, you tend to break your toys." Jesse raised a hand and said, "you'll get him in mint condition. Or at least not any worse than whatever condition he's in now. Thing is, I still don't think this bitch has truly accepted his place in the world as a cumpdump for real men, and I have some thoughts one how to go about making him see the light. Just one day. We'll meet you at the baths tomorrow night and he'll be all yours. I think you'll like the results." I sat there numbly, Jesse's dick still dribbling cum into my ass, realizing that they were talking about me like meat and I didn't particularly seem to mind. And while I didn't really want to go with Jesse, if Daddy said yes, I knew I would. Daddy considered it for a bit, then said, "Fine, one day, all limbs attached and no permanent psychic scarring. Boy, you follow him like it's me, understood?" Jesse responded with a wicked smile: "cross my heart. Come on, kid, you can pick up your car tomorrow night. Your coming with me now." I nodded to Daddy and followed Jesse out of the park and into my new life.

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.

[think before following links] https://m.boyfriendtv.com/videos/671198/anh-top-hng-tnh-gi-call-boy/ Top has cut the condom at around 26:30 Took off the broken condom around 34:15 Told the bottom that he is condomless around 39:20 And the bottom has been bred a huge amount of cum after that.

Over the next few days I fell into a bit of a rhythm, getting tatted each morning, resting in the afternoon, and then taking toxic loads wherever and whenever Gus and Steve decided in the evenings. Sometimes locations and positions had to be changed to allow for minimal issues with my fresh ink, but what remained consistent is that while I was getting pounded I would only be wearing the jockstrap, the big new chain, and maybe some form of footwear. After a few days I was taken back to the piercing place to get the studs replaced with big chunky hoops, after which I was moved on to a salon to get my hair cut and shaved into a new style that just screamed "slut" when I finally saw the reflection. Eventually all the main ink work was done, and just in time too as I started to feel a bit rough. Guessing what was coming, Gus and Steve packed up what things I had at their place and drove me back to Aiden and Peter's apartment. I was welcomed back with big smiles and a lot of appreciation for my new look, before being ushered into bed. What followed I later learned was the 'fuck flu', and I felt about as bad as I had ever done. I was never entirely with it, but was occasionally aware of one or more of the guys being beside me and looking after me. I'm not even sure how many days it went on for, but finally the symptoms passed and I was able to get up and leave the bedroom. Aiden then took me to a clinic to get tested to confirm that I had now converted, before driving me back to Irwin's tattoo parlour to get the final part of the work done. That evening as I sat back at Peter and Aidan's place, trying not to fidget with the big biohazard sign adorning my right pec, they finally told me that I had been sick for so long that I had actually missed my flight home. They reassured me that they had sorted things for the time being with Home Affairs and that I hadn't gone AWOL somewhere in the country, but advised me to call my family and explain. It was then that I found myself wondering whether I really wanted to go back. Some of this was the fear of what might happen when everyone saw me, but by then I was also feeling like maybe I belonged in Sydney. I suspected Jurgen had been the one to buy me the big chain, and I sort of had an itching inside to explore that a bit more as I did really like the guy. I loved being somewhere so sunny, where I could wear a minimal amount and show off both my body and my new ink. I had grown really fond of Aiden and Peter, and actually felt a lot of warmth towards Gus and Steve. These guys all really knew me, accepted me for who I was, and had helped me to get there myself. Back home no-one did, and I suspected not one of my friends would understand or be able to get on board with it. I'd have to start over, in the grey drabness of Brexit Britain. After an evening of quietly contemplating all this, the next morning I spoke to Aiden about it. Being a lawyer, I thought he might know a bit more about whether it was even a possibility for me to stay if that's what I decided I wanted to do. It turns out they had been talking about whether to ask me if I would consider staying, and had even done the legwork on finding out how it might work. To cut a long story short, one filled with many conversations with my baffled family and a lot of red tape, I enrolled at the University of New South Wales after arranging a transfer of the place I had been offered at the University of Nottingham back in the UK. I stayed on in Australia under a student visa that allowed me to work, and got a job as a barista in a trendy coffee shop that seemed to appreciate having staff who were inked and pierced. I moved in with Jurgen, initially just taking a small box room he had for a notional rent, but in reality sleeping with him in his room each night as our relationship blossomed into something loving. He had indeed been the secret admirer who had bought me the chain, and over time he added to my collection with big chunky bracelets that I wore on each wrist. I tried to resist his spending on me, but in truth he earned an absolute fortune as a property developer while having few desires of his own other than what I could offer him in companionship. It was a bit of a sugar daddy relationship, but I eventually realised I loved him and certainly never took any of it for granted. I did make some friends at the university, particularly through an LGBTQ group, while also continuing to spend a lot of time with Peter and Aiden, Gus and Steve, and variously with all of their friends. Jurgen and I were not exclusive, and indeed he seemed to greatly enjoy watching other men fuck me, so there were regular parties that I would spend most of on my back or my hands and knees. I mostly stayed on meds, but occasionally would take a break from them when Gus and Steve had found another guy who wanted to be taken on a journey. Those were the only men for whom I would perform as a top, otherwise remaining a true cumdump bottom. After graduating I was able to arrange the necessary permits to stay in Australia and work, allowing me to really get into the world of coffee that I had found a bit of a passion for while working as a barista. I joined the team at a new start-up that eventually grew into a very successful roastery, and led on the opening of its first shop in Surry Hills a couple of years later. It didn't hurt that some of the delivery drivers I had hired happened to be guys I had recognised from various cruising spots I had been whored out in, giving me a regular supply of both coffee cups and toxic cum. About two years after I had graduated, I got an email from Jason, one of my old school friends back in London. I had largely lost contact with them all, other than through the sort of relationship you maintain on Facebook with people you don't really know anymore, so it was a bit of surprise when he reached out to me. He had joined his dad's business straight out of uni, was being sent to Sydney for six months to work on a project, and wanted to reconnect with me (I assumed so that he would have at least one person he knew in the city, not that he was modest enough to say so). I didn't reply immediately, as I hadn't actually got around to coming out to any of them, and assumed that my parents (who had visited during my third year at uni) wouldn't have said anything to them after they left the city in such a state of shame and disgust at who I had become. However, I eventually got back to him, let him know I would be happy to see him, that I was gay and in a relationship, and wasn't quite the person he once knew. He then took a few days to reply, but eventually did and still seemed to want to meet up. And so it was, a couple of weeks later he called me after he had arrived and got over the jet lag, keen to go out for a beer. I had pretty strong butterflies as I headed to the bar we had agreed to meet at, but felt a surge of self-confidence when I saw him do a clear double-take at his first sight of me as I walked towards his table. "Fucking hell James" he exclaimed as I got to the table. "What the fuck happened to you?" I smiled and winked as I sat down. "Told you I'd changed a bit" I said, clanking my big bracelets down on the table. "Fuck me" he replied, scanning my tatted arms, as well as the upper part of the biohazard that was visible thanks to my choice of a tight black low-cut tank top. "Your parents said you looked a bit different, but I had no fucking idea it was like this." I shrugged and picked up the bar menu that was on the table. "What else did they tell you?" I asked, not making eye contact. "Nothing" he replied, "they didn't seem to want to talk very much." "Figures" I muttered, recalling their faces when they too had first seen me. "And you're gay now" Jason said. "Yep" I replied, making and maintaining eye contact with him. "How did that happen?" he asked, before checking himself. "I mean, were you always or was it just..." "Just when I got spit-roasted on a beach?" I finished, causing him to flinch a little and look down, leading to a short uncomfortable silence. "You what?" he eventually asked, looking back up at me. "As I said" I replied, shrugging but not breaking eye contact. "The family gifted me a few nights at some posh resort up north, met a couple of guys there, ended up in bed with them, and the rest is history. Wasn't gay before, just maybe a bit curious, and now I'm all about the cock." I hadn't necessarily planned to be as direct and crass as I was being, maybe it was some sort of defence mechanism, but to be fair to Jason he was rolling with the punches. "You are, huh?" he said, smiling. "Never would have thought of you like that, but each to their own." We sat looking at each other for a few moments, before somehow moving past my revelations and lapsing into our old conversational style. Fortunately this was without some of the attempts to impress with macho bullshit that I had known Jason for in days gone by, and although he still came across as a bit cocky, it was familiar and comfortable and I ended up having quite a good evening with him. We talked about our families, lives now, our time at uni, what everyone else we mutually knew was up to, and so on. "So" he said, as we started to wind down towards the end of the night, "would it be OK if I met this sugar daddy boyfriend of yours." I must have been visibly a little startled that he was wanting to see more of this other life I now had. "I mean, I don't know anyone else here" he continued, "and I'd like to hang out with you again so I should probably get to know your other half." "Er, yeah, sure" I replied. "I mean, you could come over for dinner, or drinks, or something. There's fucking awesome views from our terrace." "That would be nice" he said. "Got to meet this guy who turned the school stud into someone who is "all about the cock."" He winked as he said that. "Well actually it wasn't..." I started, before stopping. "Never mind. OK, sure, I'll text you once I've spoken to him." We wrapped up shortly after, and I got up to head out. However, as I was walking away I briefly turned back to see Jason's gaze firmly fixed on me, with a wistful sort of expression on his face. I realised then that things could be about to take an interesting turn...

as a way to break it off with him

Chapter 7: The Lie Stumbling through the alleyways, Tyler looked like hell. He was exhausted, drained, and could barely think. How nasty of a boy had he become, getting fucked in abandoned buildings? He questioned his entire being as he continued his trek home. Brandon was pissed off, his texts were seething with anger as to why Tyler hadn’t responded and asking where he was at. Brandon had indicated he went to work however, so this gave Tyler some ability to try and figure out his next moves. The alleyways were not without their own scum. Tyler passed by several desperate, yet hot boys, looking like they were just itching for their holes to be used. Homeless men slept behind dumpsters. Tyler felt a twinge in his hole, almost like this felt like home. No, he shook his head, what the heck was he thinking. Some of the men looked up at him while he walked by, practically licking their chops at his sexiness. He knew he looked like hell, but he was turned on by the men staring at him. He felt an urge to give in, maybe that transcendence he had seeing himself tied to a dumpster was his future. No, no, no! He shook his head again. He couldn’t think like that. This was just a series of bad choices, he could recover from this, he could be loyal. He tried to force Jax out of his head. He thought of all thhis mind turned to their sex. While it was good, it wasn’t Jax. Jax again began to pervade his mind, and regardless of how he tried to push him out, he invaded. Step after step, Jax stumbled in the darkness, closer and closer to home, trying desperately to formulate a plan or reason to explain to Brandon why he hadn’t responded. *** Jax entered Club Hedon, taking several turns down the winding halls. The music was intense tonight, an evil tone, pulsing through the walls. The boys were especially wild as he passed the wide open rooms and alcoves. Their sweat, their lust, their drive, was never ending. Jax smiled as he thought about Tyler, and how little he had experienced in the last week, and how his downfall was culminating slowly but surely. Jax entered a room, it was carpeted in maroon carpeting, with a very low lighting. The only lighting that was bright, centered in the middle of the room, where there was something that looked like a confessional kneeler from a church. Jax removed his clothes, down to his tiny briefs, exposing his beautiful body. He kneeled down, hands crossed on the support, and stared at the edge of the room. In front of him, sat six figures, highlighted only by the light bouncing off the shadows. “Tyler transcended for the first time tonight,” Jax’s monotone was back. The figures nodded, but showed no specific emotion. Their faces were hidden, their bodies robed. Jax continued, “It was a moderately intense transcendence. He saw the demons, so I was encouraged. He saw his relationship fall apart.” Again the nodding continued, with no input. “He does have a dark mind,” Jax smiled, “He transcended about his parents watching him”. A voice came from one of the six figures. “And is he ready for mania?” Jax pondered for a moment, his beautiful body gleaming in the light. “Close, but I do not believe he is there yet. The guilt is still strong, and while it turns him on, it still has a hold on him,” Jax responded, plainly. A somewhat angrier voice replied, “And you know that mania is the solution for the guilt. It is not your realm to control.” Jax nodded, unaffected by the slight uptick in anger. “Yes, but we have to break that initial barrier where it has the high likelihood of not being overcome. That was always in the realm of infidelity.” The figures looked at each other, leaning over to confer privately. Some nodded, some whispered. After a few moments of discussion their heads all turned back to Jax. “We agree with your assessment, but you must tread carefully as to not meddle in the next step. As soon as that threshold has been reached, you must immediately notify the council, so care and mentorship may be moved to mania.” Jax nodded, saying nothing. Another figure plainly stated, “Remove your faggot briefs. We will now break you, as your reward.” Jax stood, his hip bones protruding around his tight briefs, as he slide them down his body. 5 figures moved into the middle of the room, while another went off to the side, sliding out a wooden contraption. The contraption was somewhat square, with shackles on the top of it, and a long tail of two 2x4s that had shackles on the end of it, jutting out from the square portion. “Assume your position in the mount.” A voice stated. Jax bent over the top of the mount with the two shackles and his wrists were locked in the machine. The shackles were medieval, iron, rough, and unbreakable. With his wrists locked, Jax’s knees bent, touching the outcropping 2.4s, his tiny ankles lining up perfectly with the back shackles. He was locked. The figures surrounded him, with one positioning himself behind him, ramming into Jax. Jax’s eyes went pure black. His body locked. “You know you love this hell,” the man who rammed into him said. The music started to flood the room, the pulses lining up with Jax’s heartbeat. The reverberations from the initial ram into Jax were still echoing through his body, but the figure pulled out and started ramming Jax over and over again. On the said of the room, another figure began lighting cauldrons that burned intense heat, warming the room greatly. Beads of sweat began to drip from Jax. His eyes were black, with a deviant smile on his face. Another large dick slammed into his mount while the other figure continued to fuck him. The dick in his mouth gagged him profusely, but Jax did not care. He knew his place. He continued to gag. The other figures groped him, one pissing all over the scene, adding to Jax’s arousal. Pre cum began to drip from Jax’s dick, which was soft, yet still huge, and swinging back and forth with the brutal pounding. The man pounding him grabbed Jax’s jet black hair and yanked his head back with force. The dick flew out of Jax’s mouth. The man was bending Jax’s body, with force, and no mercy. No words were said. The man pounding Jax, instead of screaming, howled like a demon, blowing a fantastical load inside Jax, a load so large at it violented erupted from Jax’s hole while the man’s dick was still in him. The amount of cum was grotesque. The next man positioned himself behind Jax and the mounting proceeded. Six hours later, Jax was unshackled, his reward complete. A lake of cum existed below him. A lake of cum he must head before he would be allowed to leave. This wasn’t a chore for Jax, he wouldn’t have left without eating every single drop on the dirty carpet. The figures left the room, leaving Jax to clean up the mess he had made. The mounting was complete. *** Tyler entered his apartment, exhausted, but determined to fix the issue with Brandon. He pulled up his phone, texting Adam. “Hey, I need you. Can you help me?” “WTF LOL, it hasn’t even been 24 hours and you want more?” Adam replied via text. “I need you to come over, please, right now.” “LOL, wow, you nasty slut. You’re lucky that Aaron just went out with some friends. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Adam replied again. Tyler then rushed downstairs to the street. His plan was in motion. The street was still filled with cars. At a break in the action, between stop lights, when the traffic calmed, Tyler tossed his cell phone into the middle of the street, in the most likely place that a car tire would be. Standing there, he waited. The next group of vehicles from the next green light began driving, and luckily, multiple cars smashed his phone. Once the traffic died down again, Tyler retrieved it. Evidence had been created. Just at that point, he saw Adam’s car pulling into the parking lot of his apartments. Tyler ran upstairs, waiting for Adam at the door to his apartment. “Holy fucking shit,” Adam cried, “What are you on fucking drugs?!” Tyler said nothing, lifting his shirt, revealing his hot diamond belly piercing, as if he was going to take it off fully, coaxing Adam inside. Adam walked in, and Tyler closed the door. Snapping around he confronted Adam forcefully. “So you want me to be your bitch right?” Tyler said. “Fuck yeah you dumb homo. I have ALWAYS wanted you like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve never been ok with you being with Brandon. And having you this afternoon was just a sample of the hell I want with you!” Adam replied excitedly. “Good,” Tyler replied nervously. He had to put all the pieces together here. “I need to create a reason for not being home today. Brandon is already upset.” Adam interjected, “Fuck yeah. You two break up you’re mine everyday!” Tyler put his hand up to pause Adam. Yes, he knew Adam wanted him like crazy, but he could also discern from the fucking earlier that Adam enjoyed the cheating as well. He needed Adam to continue to enjoy the cheating, so he went deeper. “No no Adam. You loved me cheating on Brandon right?” Tyler’s tone intensified, becoming more sultry and coaxing in its manner. “You looooooved it right? You want me to cheat on him with you right? Adam looked a bit stunned, not that he wasn’t wildly turned on, but more that Tyler was this dark. He wanted Tyler every day, but both of them cheating on their lovers was another layer that would be destroyed if Brandon broke up with Tyler. He nodded. “OK so we need to keep that going baby,” Tyler gently kissed Adam. He was nervous. He knew this was a rabbit hole that was going to have consequences. He knew Adam was harmless to Brandon, and he knew Brandon would trust him, so Adam could provide the perfect cover, at least for now. Only an hour earlier Tyler had thought that he could clean up his act and even considered stopping the slutting, but no, in the end, he had to fix the Brandon problem that happened today, and this was the potentially best way to do it. Tyler grabbed Adam’s hand and led him to his and Brandon’s bed. “This is where we make love, Brandon and I,” Tyler said nervously. He really felt a threshold being crossed, but desperation was too much. He couldn’t have Brandon question anything about his absence today. Tyler gulped, knowing the gravity of his words upcoming, but committed to them he continued, “Lets defile our bed, you and I Adam. Lets feel the corruption build between us and our lust consume any morality that we have!” Adam about turned into a monster at that point, but Tyler held him back for a final statement. “Adam, I will give you this all, but I need ONE THING from you,” Tyler said. “Which is?” Adam replied Tyler explained that he was a slut after Adam that afternoon, which only had Adam’s dick pulsing harder, and that he went silent on Brandon all day long. He explained that he was going to tell Brandon about him dropping his phone accidentally in the street which prevented a reply. But he needed Adam to vouch that they were hanging out and went out to eat and such trivial things that would lead Brandon to believe that everything was fine. “And you’ll let me keep coming over and defiling your relationship in the bed you share with him at all costs FOREVER?” Adam could barely contain himself. Tyler sealed the covenant. “Yes, forever.” Adam exploded, slamming Tyler down on the bed, tearing his sleeveless shirt right off him, in pieces. Pulling down Tyler’s shorts, he saw Tyler’s pink briefs, 100% soaked in cum, like he had bathed in it. “What the literal fuck did you do today?” Adam said, smelling the cum soaked into Tyler’s skin from his briefs as we pulled them down. “Fuck me baby,” Tyler deflected. He knew he had committed to a darkness he hadn’t believed he could. Adam slammed Tyler face first into the bed, slamming his big dick into him. Cum poured from Tyler’s hole by what seemed like the gallons. “Oh you are one sick piece of trash,” Adam said, licking Tyler’s ear. “But god fucking a goddamn loose slut hole is so much hotter than a tight one. I can barely feel my dick in you. The amount of men that have been in you must be massive!” Tyler grunted, his eyes started to glaze back, he was feeling transcendence come on, but he kept being pulled back into reality. “It feels good doing it where you make love doesn’t it?” Adam cried. “Its NEVER going to be same for you two, never ever going to be same.” The thrust were deep, but the hole was loose. Tyler didn’t care if he couldn’t feel it as well as when he was tight. What he cared about was that he was creating as airtight an alibi as possible, yet deep down, he knew he was getting Adam’s babies again. “Stare at the pictures of you two surrounding us!!!” Adam commanded. Tyler looked at the few pictures of him and Brandon happy together, over different portions of their relationship, on the nightstands next to the bed. The bed was bouncing now, Adam was fucking Tyler with great strength, holding his bony body to the bed, the mattress heaving with the lust and desires that Adam held. “Look at your fucking happiness unwind before you. Look at your world fall apart!” Adam laughed maniacally. “Look at the untimely end to everything. When you see him tomorrow, kiss him deeply, knowing your hell and demonic nature!” Tyler transcended. His spirit flung above the seen much quicker than before, the dark act disappearing from his view. He appeared in a labyrinth that was exceptionally dark, yet flints of red light hit the smoke in the maze. He was naked of course, beautiful as can be, with the red light bouncing off his piercings. He heard the sound of creatures nearby, guttural tormenting sounds of lust and desire being made. He started walking. Around a corner he saw himself again strapped to a dumpster, his dick pouring cum, his ass pouring cum, the neighborhood lined up to impregnate him. Another 90 degree turn and he saw himself on some wooden machine, shacked on all fours, as his ass was a waterfall for cum, his body even skinnier and bony. Another corner and he saw his parents, naked, fucking hard, and he began to precum. He stopped. He had to watch. They turned to him in their lust and screamed at him to turn away. Calling him demented and sick. He only smiled and stroked his dick in one hand, touching his body in a coaxing manner in the other, sliding his hand over all his bones, just begging to one to relinquish and want to touch him. They kept fucking and yelling at him in the same time. A flash occurred and Tyler was in another part of the labyrinth, the sounds of lust coming closer now. He felt like the transcendence was waning, but he tried to stay focused to keep it. He could hear Adam breaking into his visions… “Fucking garbage dump I am going to fuck you up in ways you’ll never imagine!” Adams voice came on strong, then faded into the distant. There in front of him Tyler saw his father masturbating like a fiend to naked videos of Tyler being used. His body already covered with cumloads from the amount of orgasms he had had. His father looked at Tyler standing there, screaming at him that he was a sick fuck. Tyler lost control and responded by telling his father how much he loved seeing his hairy naked body getting off to his demonic nature. His father couldn’t stop stroking but kept yelling. The scene was imploding on itself. He felt the brutal thrusts of Adam deeper and harder and more real inside him. Tyler reached out and touched his father’s hairy chest, lust materialized as an almost magical dust emanating from him. Lightning bolts shot through Tyler at the initial touch, extreme amounts of pleasure flowed through him like a jet, disgust filled his bones at his sickness, yet he moved his hand more, caressing the body. His dad furiously screamed to stop it, but made no attempt to stop him. Tyler felt a flash coming on and with no ability to stop it, he succumbed. He appeared in the room again surrounded by the creatures. This time he was being groped from every angle. Almost every part of his body was covered in hands, or claws, or whatever these things were. He could make out horns in the shadows protruding from the heads of the creatures. He felt contentment, rage, disgust. Then he felt a massive dick running down his skinny spine. This felt like it was the size of 10 dicks in one. He felt it press against his slutty hole and felt it open to accept it. No faces could be seen but he did not care. He was learning to not care about faces, not care about looks. The claws dragged against his perfect skin, and then he felt the most massive thing enter him and he saw his skin turn blood red. In front of his eyes, tattoos began to materialize all over his arms, legs, and anything else he could seen. He could make out faintly as they materialized, nasty words being etched into him. Words like slut, faggot, demon, seemed to swirl onto his body. He felt the etching continuing on his back, above his ass, down the back of his legs, although he couldn’t read it. The pain was immense but the pleasure was indescribable. Nothing that Brandon, Adam, Jax, or any of the 20 or so other boys did to him the nights prior had even a percent of a feeling of what bliss he was experiencing now. In his mind, he made up that we wanted to stay. Fuck the real world, he belonged here. As soon as Tyler’s mind was made up, his skin returned to normal and the vision began to fade. He desperately tried to conjure the pleasure he was feeling, anything to keep this transcendence, or whatever Jax called it alive. It felt reel. Fuck it could be real. He didn’t even understand how it was happening, but he didn’t care. He had stay! He started begging out loud to the shadows to let him stay, not to take him. But as he looked down he saw himself being sucked back into reality. Adam was turning him over on his back, his face sweaty and soaked with the sweat from their destruction. Entering reality Adam ferociously kissed Tyler. Tyler’s smooth pencil legs wrapped around Adam, pulling him as deeply as he could. Tyler’s hole longed for the massive dick he had just experienced, but alas, the feeling, and even the memory was starting to fade. Tyler’s dick released a copious cum load, without it being touched, as Adam was maniacally screaming, probably waking up the entire apartment complex. It didn’t matter, Tyler had practically lose all physical remembrance of his transcendence, his arms wrapped around Adam like he was the love of his life, and Tyler committed more fully to the act than he ever did before. “I love you inside me so much my love!” Tyler screamed. “Yes! Yes! I AM YOUR FUCKING LOVE!” Adam cried. His dick was pulsating so hard that even with his incredible loose hole, Tyler could feel it knocking around inside him. Tyler felt the darkness of the scene and continued to succumb. “Give me your babies Adam, give them to me fully. Corrupt me more baby. Right here, where Brandon and I lay, where I will lie to his face that he’s the only one for me, only to think of you when I do it.” Tyler screamed, far too loud, his neighbors must think hell was taking place in his home. Adam roared releasing his loads deep into Tyler, which felt like it took five minutes to complete. Pulling out Adam attacked Tyler’s hole, sucking the cum out of it, which was easy, considering Tyler’s hole was so loose it was just about pouring out anyway. Adam went back and forth between Tyler’s hole and mouth, collecting the cum, to the point that their mouths we completely full of Tyler’s ass loads, and they made out like wild. Cum dripped down their mouths and chins, covering them. They held each other so hard it was as if they were trying to push their bodies together into one. It was beautiful, dark, sinful, and destructive. Adam pulled off Tyler finally after what seemed to be an eternity, his hands still almost out of his control, gently touching Tyler’s perfect body, flicking his nipple piercings, caressing his perfection. “I love how many men you are sleeping with my baby. The next time I cum over, your hole better be filled with multiple men’s loads, otherwise, hey I might slip up and get Brandon a but suspicious.” Wait, this wasn’t the deal. Tyler was still orgasming internally, but he tried to get himself back to reality. “Hey, I said you can have me whenever, I never said I had to have slept with multiple men beforehand. That wasn’t the agreement!” Tyler cried. “Well I made an adjustment to the agreement baby,” Adam kissed him gently on the lips, “Cmon, its not as if that’s UNLIKELY to happen anyway at this point. I’m sure you’re going to invite 20 more men over tonight to defile your bed,” Adam laughed in an evil manner. Tyler laid there like the picture of perfection, as Adam got dressed. Again, no other words were uttered. Tyler had committed to this covenant and now it owned him. All those thoughts of getting on the right track were flooding back into Tyler. How could he right this this time? Did he even want to? Deep down, he knew things were spiraling and he desperately needed to feel another transcendence as well. It was opening him up to things he had no idea he desired or wanted or even felt. Too many emotions encircled him. His body heaved with lust and desire. Adam walked out the door and Tyler began convulsing, orgasming from extreme feelings that were flooding inside him. Without even touching himself, without even being touched, Tyler experienced the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. His path was beginning to become sealed in darkness.

SF is suffering. I wanted to mention the state of things as a whole in relation to the LGBTQ community; to give everyone an idea about what is causing SF’s woes. Its quiet here lately. Our COVID-19 response was aggressive and saved lives, but at the expense of everything that makes SF fun. Canceling or gutting Pride (two years running), Dore, Folsom, Keeping bars closed for an eternity, cancelling all large block parties and club events… If you can think of it, it’s been cancelled. Gentrification has been flipping the City into a very sterile version of itself. Many LGBT Businesses or venues that host LGBT events and parties are gone forever- The Stud, Mezzanine, Sound Factory, Lucky 13. We lost sex clubs 442 Natoma, Blow Buddies, and one of the very few Bay Area bathhouses - The Watergarten in San Jose. There’s Steamworks Berkeley, but lately leave disappointed every time I visit.* Feels like all thats left is Catalyst, Folsom Gulch Eros, and Buena Vista Park. We can still shop Mr. S. There’s a genuine effort to save some what’s left, preserve historical sites, improve existing ones, erect monuments. Other than the fact we might get a bathhouse in SF, everything is about preservation - as if there is no chance in hell we’re getting anything new. This is a hostile town for younger LGBTs as its increasingly out of reach for most who want to move here. Even having the title with the largest drop in the US from pre-covid rental prices, we’re still the most expensive major U.S. city to rent an apartment. It is as if SF doesn’t register on Generation Z’s radar. No influx of younger non tech LGBTQ to replinish retirees, especially in the creative arts, Government, NGOs, or for tourism and hospitality. Enrollment is down at our universities. Why does this matter? With a lack of diverse, fresh opinions and talents, SF loses its appeal. Its not Edwardian painted ladies’, the hills, the fog, that make SF special. It’s our people. People of all ages are leaving. Even tech workers who generally can afford it here are choosing a different path. If people are able to work remotely, theyre likely to be leaving or have left. Even so, rent prices are still too high and nothing has changed that. Where’s everyone going? A few of my friends and acquaintences are moving to Palm Springs, or an hour north into Sonoma County, while the majority are mostly high tailing it to Los Angeles. Other places I have heard Include Chicago, DC, Pittsburgh, Berlin. One area that bucks these trends; what SF has been long known for, for better, for worse - recreational things. There’s absolutely zero chance of the District Attorney prosecuting individuals caught with drugs. With low costs to obtain; this is key because one is holding quite a lot more here for the same amount of cash elsewhere; and obtained with relative ease. SF remains an economically affordable place for a “Methventure.” It’ll be interesting to see a few years removed from the pandemic what SF will be like. Will younger, kinkier, sleazier, LGBTQ flock once again to SF? Will SOMA get a bathhouse? Will the Eagle survive long enough for the leather monument out front to stay relevant? What about Powerhouse? Badlands is now Sadlands - Will Castro be on life support or thriving? Will we house the homeless? Right now, theres still fun to be had; but I get this eery feeling SF’s best days are behind us.

Cruised a guy in a suit who kept eying me in the hotel lobby. he reluctantly (or maybe not) started chatting, he was on a business trip alone, a Mormon. Not too hard to get back to his room. no kissing, just wanted to get sucked, started fingering my own hole while I was sucking and he followed my lead. He kept on his ;ormon undergarments , like a full body condom , I guess. He did pull his drawers down long enough for me to tongue fuck him. Lubed myself up and bent over in front of him. kind of slow at the start but very horny. He "forgot" ll about condoms. once he was balls deep, he started slapping my ass, very hot. Couldn't help tightening down on his cock. He pumped even harder. Pretty soon he was riding me like a champion bull rider. He came pretty quickly but kept slapping and fucking for round two.. After he came the second time, sucked him again until he couldn't take any more. He was sweaty and very satisfied but was clearly crying a bit/teary-eyed. Don't know if it was guilt or joy. His cock suggested more joy than guilt. So did mine.

I have always been a shy very straight guy. 27 yo and never thought about cock. Then that all changed.... was a few days past my birthday and had just got paid. I decided to celebrate and went to a near by bar to try and get laid. After sevral hours and several drinks i needed to go to the bathroom. The line was way to long so i left to find a near by alley. As i started to turn the corner iI could hear a bit of coughing and a few voices. I started to turn around and head back to the bar when i heard my name called. "Eric" called my old co worker Gary. He was 25 years my senior amd old boss. "Hoe you been man" he said with a bit of a slur. We begam to exchange so small chat when he asked if i wNted to go back to his motel to get a beer. I agreed and followed him to his place.... after about four block we arrived at his hotel. As soon as we opened the door i could smell smoke and hear porn.. Garu pushed my passed the bed i could see to guy kissing on it... to the bath room. "We are gonna hang out in here for a few minutes while my friends leave." He then pulled pit a weird looking glass pipe. " take a hit of this while we wait."

my 1st time in rambles was in 1978 - old school aids here - lol

I once met a straight Scot at a conference, we hit it off with colleagues over beers. When we all broke up we rode the elevator together and he asked if I wanted a nightcap, I said sure. Well, that consisted of him making out a little--but when he started hate fucking me the kisses stopped and he was digging like he was drilling for oil. He didn't get any oil but I had a massive load of cum from his fat ginger cock. He'd be balls deep and he kept pushing into me like he could somehow get deeper. He totally ignored me the rest of the conference.

Whenever i travel back home, it is always fun to check out the local Grindr and get to experience a whole new scene. It's near New York so there is lots of guys. I always stayed with family though just because of ease. This isn't the last time, just a prelude, but one night this guy sent pics of one of the biggest and most perfect looking cocks i've ever seen. Nice dark Italian meat, uncut and thick maybe 8" or 9". I got the house to myself one day and thought it was the perfect moment. He came over and put lube and a condom on the side table. I was partly hoping he wouldn't use the condom but was just infatuated by his dick. After working his cock in my mouth, he had me bend over the bed and that condom remained on the side table. Taking his cock was no easy task but i ended up having him finish on my face... Fast forward, and I'm back home visiting. I had thought about him a lot while i was there and found the perfect opportunity to make it happen. I actually ended up getting a hotel room. I arrived a few hours before he got off work. Shaved my hole, cleaned it out and waited in anticipation for him to come over. Finally i hear the knock at the door and let him in. I take my shorts off and get on the bed showing off my newly shaven hole. he is slowly undressing and once more i get to look at that massive tanned cock that i had thought so much about. I start off sucking him off, which led to him eating my ass while still sucking his cock. He shot, not a full load, some cum accidentally while sucking him and apologized... none needed. He then got me on all fours and pounded me for a good 15 minutes. He flipped me on my back and a few minutes later he began grunting and moaning. He asked if i wanted his load in my ass and I then begged for it. He shot while balls deep, pulled out and watched as i tried to push his load out that was far up my asshole. This was about 6 months ago, the last load i've taken. Need to get back and find a local daddy to seed me.

1. Do you enjoy making a man cum with your hand and mouth or him jerking himself off and feeding you his load? A. I like to make a man cum using my mouth on his cock and my hands round his balls. 2. Do you like cum that shoots out hard, or cum that oozes out that you can lick up? A. I love a man going off in my mouth like a sperm cannon. I enjoy feeling his load pump out hard. 3.How do you like to swallow his cum and why? With his cock deep in your throat? With his head resting on your tongue? With your mouth open and your tongue out? Jerking him off? A. I like him to cum with my mouth closed round his cock and his helmet on my tongue so it gets covered with his sperm and I can taste it. Yum. 4. Do you like thick semen or more watery? What is the sweet spot between too thick or too watery? A. Thick sperm does it for me. 5. Do you like semen sweet and pleasant with little taste, or salty with a very spermy flavor that has a long aftertaste? Why? I love a big salty, spermy load. 6. What's the perfect size load that you like to swallow? Enough to get an nice taste? Or enough to get a big gulp? Or something that overwhelms your mouth that you have to work to swallow? A. I prefer a big load that fills my mouth or I have to swallow hard to get it all down. 7. For those that have sucked off more than 1 guy at the same time, how is the experience different from eating multiple loads opposed to being with 1 guy? A. Every man smells and tastes different. The main difference is the amount of sperm I swallow. For the record I once swallowed loads from 9 men. They masturbated till the were about to cum and I finished them off so I was swallowing load after load. It was arranged as a birthday present. I loved chugging down all that sperm. 7. Describe the perfect cock that you'd like to suck and the perfect type of cum you'd want to swallow. Thick uncut cock with thick foreskin, curves upwards and shoots a powerful jet of thick salty sperm.

Last night I got on sniffies and after a weekend of getting fucked I was feeling in a dom top mood, so I found a 5’8” otter sub bottom and hit him up. Gave him the option to host ass up anon or to come over and get in my sling. I’ve taken some turns in it, but haven’t topped many guys in it yet. He took the sling option, so came over after he put hi cock in a chastity cage and he handed me the lanyard when he walked in with the key which was hot. We made out in the living room then went up to my sling room. I put him in the sling and ate his cute hole for a while which made me really hard. I then fucked him, dirty talking to him, lightly grabbing his neck, and telling him what a good boy he was being to take my cock in his fag hole. I’m more of a caretaking dom then a sadist. I got deep and long really opening him up as he moaned. I poppered him up twice then announced I was going to breed a huge load into his greedy cunt. I did then ate his used hole for a min then kissed him so he could taste me. I chilled in the bed while he was in the sling and tried to find other tops. So many flakes it’s insane but found one older black guy. He got there and I watched them fuck and I dirty talked to the boy. Black dude was kinda weird but I sucked him for a bit to get him hard so he could pound the bottom. Don’t think he came but he was there for 45 min. I was having issues getting hard again as I was dehydrated and tired but I managed to shoot a second load on and just inside his hole. We tried to find more tops but with no more luck I cuddled him for a bit in the bed. I was trying to spoon but he seemed set on resting his head on my chest and wrapping his body on mine. That was nice given he was smaller; I felt like a protector which was hot. He left and i think had a good enough time well do it again. I’m a good top but sometimes think sub guys want crazy ass mean doms but that’s not me lol. It was fun and a reminder once again how great being verse is! The night before I had a daddy dig me out for three hours.

It's so hot when tops say they'll only fuck you if you've already got loads in you. Finding anyone or going anywhere just to get some spunk in your guts is such a slutty feeling 🤤

Just A Quick Poke Walking back home, I wasn't sure why I'd said "yes" or why I had asked him to come over on Friday evening and spend the night. I liked that he was beginning to accept his status and even embracing it. But, I didn't understand why I felt so close to him. Our sex had become more sensuous while still keeping a rawness about it. Chase was almost the opposite, in many ways. Pale white vs chocolate, hairy vs smooth, inexperienced vs seasoned pro, eager vs laid back, versatile vs bottom, neg vs poz. Well, maybe neg. And while Gabriel was the consummate bottom, I wished he was a little versatile so I could watch him fuck someone. I thought it would look really hot watching him drive that long cock in and out of some neg hole. Maybe even share a bottom with him. I got to my place and dumped the empty bottle in the recycling bin and washed out the glasses. I wanted to leave the glasses and opener at his place but he said it would cause problems and I wanted to stay on his mom's good side. I had told Chase that maybe we could hookup again on Thursday and when I got home I had a message from him. "have 2b@ library 7pm thurs 4 project. quick 1?" he said. "k" I replied. I got out of work and was over there about ten after six. He just had some basketball shorts and sandals on and back to his room we went. I wasn't sure who was at Chase's apartment but no one was in the living room and the other bedroom door was closed. He dropped his basketball shorts and showed off his ass in a black jockstrap just inside the door. Following him down the hall, we got into his room and I shut the door. "Gotta make this quick. I have to leave in thirty" he said. My dick had chubbed walking up the stairs behind him and it fully sprang to life as I unzipped my pants. I tugged my company polo shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Remembering Gabriel's comments the night before about a back alley fuck, I thought that's what I would do with Chase. I could think of a bunch of alleys that I would like to find him in, leaning against a wall or dumpster with his furry ass in full view, begging to get fucked and bred full of my special seed. In fact, if I'd been thinking I would have done just that behind his building or even in his living room. But we were in the safe confines of his bedroom now, so I got a little rough and pushed him against the wall. I forced two fingers into his hole and it felt a little squishy. "Hmm, couldn't wait for my dick so you found someone else?" I snarled. "Just... Tyler... I caught him jacking... and told him to give it to me as lube" he gasped out. He seemed a bit frightened at my sudden attitude change. While we had fucked roughly before, I'd never gotten this physical with him. My forearm was against the back of his neck with his face was flat against the wall, my legs had spread his legs, and yes, my fingers were probing his ass roughly. I dug my nails in and twisted my fingers around, making him yelp out like a puppy whose tail I'd stepped on. Adding a third finger, I worked his his hole until it opened up nicely. While his body was still shaking, he had calmed down a little. I worked my fingers inside of him, getting them as deep as possible. Yanking them out, I heard him whimper at the sudden emptiness. Quickly, I turned and used my body to hold him in place as I raised my hand. "Open wide" I growled and watched him slowly open his mouth. Stuffing my cum coated fingers in, I then told him "Suck on Tyler's neg seed. You gotta keep breeding his ass until he's shooting the good stuff." I heard him moan and felt him suck and lick my fingers clean. Pulling my fingers free, I used my hand to position my cock at it's next target and pushed in. There was still plenty of Tyler's cum in his hole but I stretched him back open and forced my cock much deeper than my fingers had gotten. Going balls deep during the first penetration made him yell out and squirm. By now, I knew his roommates were not going to check on him unless there was a truly blood curdling scream. Letting him adjust for few seconds, I pulled back and then started to fuck. He was gasping each time I thrust in and both of those got faster and faster. Grabbing his hands, I held them above his head as my sweaty chest was on his back and my head was next to his. I pounded his ass mercilessly, feeling the cum inside him get forced past my cock and all over my pubes and his ass. After ten minutes of drilling him, I drove in hard and planted my cock all the way in, holding him between the wall and my sweaty body and fully impaled on my shaft. "Want some more toxic cum in that neg ass?" I snarled into his ear quietly. His chest was still heaving, but he eeked out "yes... sir." "Good boy" I said before I hammered him for fifteen seconds and unleashed a torrent of cum in his slick hole. Sometimes when you cum, it's just pulses but other times you can feel your whole cock throb in a guy's hole as you deposit your load. This was a full on throb and I'm sure Chase felt it too. With the last drop in his ass, I slowly pulled out and grabbed a nearby t-shirt, using it to clean off my cock before pulling my trunks up, followed by my work pants. I knew there were probably some wet spots on my pants, but I figured if I left my polo untucked and with the warm summer air they would be dry by the time I got home. Leaning in, I whispered "Thanks, Chase. You're one step closer" before I backed away and pulled my shirt over my head. I grabbed my backpack and walked out of his room, leaving Chase panting against the wall.

Part 7 A few months later I was, unusually for me, in something of a reflective mood. I had enjoyed every minute of my week in Scotland - the scenery, the food, the company, the relaxation and, most of all, the horny sex. It had all been quite unexpected and it felt like I had spent most of the week dumping my toxic cum up a series of extremely fit lads. I had certainly never thought that I would see David, who had always been fanatical about safe sex and quite judgemental about barebacking, on his back begging to have his cunt loaded with dirty cum. I had also enjoyed the horny sex I had with Josh and Max and my dick always got extremely hard every time I thought about shooting my babies up Max, while his boyfriend kissed him and told him he loved him. My dick got even harder when I got a message from Josh a couple of months later which said "Thanks!" This was immediately followed with another message which simply said "Mission accomplished." So why was I in a reflective mood? Around this time my new car needed a service and I decided to take it back to the company I bought it from. This was, I admit, partly in the hope of getting another fuck with the good looking, straight car salesman who had sold me the car. Adam was a good looking dark haired guy in his early thirties, who lived with his girlfriend and their two children. While on the test drive, Adam had told me he liked to have sex with guys now and then and we had fucked in a quiet country lane a few days later. Although Adam had asked about condoms initially, he had not asked my status and he had not seemed too worried about me fucking him bareback and loading up his tight, hairy arse. I booked my car in for service and when I took it in to them I didn't see Adam. As the guy who served me was filling out the paperwork I asked casually about Adam. The guy told me Adam was off sick. Apparently he had been unwell for a while - he had had a really bad dose of flu a couple of months before and seemed to have got over it but then it came back and they weren't really sure what was wrong with him. I couldn't help wondering myself. I thought back to Adam bent over the car, begging me to fuck him harder, and then I thought of how he had said he liked doing it with guys because he could get "a few things that his girlfriend couldn't give him". I knew I had knocked up both David and Max, and I couldn't help wondering if I might also have planted a baby in Adam. I thought about Simon, and Jack and the train guard and some of the other guys I had fucked recently. I had always found it horny not to know if I was leaving anything in the guys I fucked - but now, for the first time, I wasn't so sure. Reflecting on my fuck with Adam, I started thinking about some of the horny experiences I had had with straight guys and some I had with guys who thought I was straight. I'd had a really horny experience just a couple of months earlier, when I had taken my nephew, Alfie, to his football match one Saturday morning. Alfie is keen on football and is actually quite a promising player. He trains two nights a week and plays for his school on a Saturday morning. I sometimes help out my sister by taking Alfie to let her get on with work and other things and one of the things I had noticed was that, very often, people would assume I was Alfie's dad. This particular morning was quite cold - and I wished I had put on warmer clothes. During the game, I got talking to another guy who was the father of one of the boys on the other team. We chatted for a while and he was telling me about his son and then asked about Alfie. As with other things, I don't lie - if someone asks me if I am Alfie's dad, I will tell them I'm not - but if they don't ask, I don't always tell. It was clear that this guy assumed I was a dad like him and soon he was telling me his name was Graham and that his wife was pregnant and how this meant he wasn't getting very much in the way of sex. "That's tough," I said, with the air of one who had been there. He nodded. "Sometimes it's really tough," he said. I nodded again. "It's like you just need some relief," he continued. "You can only do this," he made a wanking gesture, "so many times a week." I grinned at him. My dick was beginning to harden and I was fairly sure his was too. He was quite a fit looking guy - blond and stocky with an arse that really filled out his trousers. He leaned in closer "Sometimes you feel you'd do anything for some relief," he looked at me. "You know what I mean?" I told him I knew just what he meant. Just beside the football pitches there was a tea bar and behind that there was a wooded area. A few minutes later I had signalled to Alfie that I was going to get a cup of tea and I was following the guy at a discreet distance as he made his way in to the woods. I wasn't sure what he had in mind - and I thought it was possible he was just wanting us to wank off together or to wank each other but I was up for that. A little later we were in the woods in a little clearing. We could still see the football pitch from there, but no one could see us. Graham unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to his knees along with his white underpants. His cock was already semi hard and he took hold of it and began to wank. I did the same and soon we were wanking together. After a while he looked around and then got down and took hold of my cock. I closed my eyes as he began to suck me. He sucked me really well and a big part of me wanted to let him continue sucking me until I shot my load in his mouth, but after a while I pulled him up. His cock was fully hard and I went down on him and started to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then I motioned to him to turn round. He hesitated for a moment and then he turned round and bent over. He had a really fit arse and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hole. He moaned, "Oh fuck!" as I began to lick his hole, pushing my tongue as far up him as I could. I licked him for a bit longer and then I stood up. "That was fucking awesome!" he said and then he lowered his voice "Do you want to....you know.....fuck me?" "Are you sure?" I said and he nodded. "You up for it?" he asked. I waited a moment and then I said "Go on then." as if making my mind up. He bent over again and reached round to pull my cock towards his arse. I didn't think there was any way he could take my cock with just spit but he pulled his cheeks apart and soon I was pushing my cock slowly but surely right up him. When I was fully up him he asked me to give him a minute and then told me to go for it. He leant forward, his sweatshirt hitched up and his trousers and pants at his knees as I began to fuck him. I love fucking like this, pants down in the bushes with nobody nearby any the wiser. He was wanking now as I began to fuck him harder and it was not long before I felt myself getting ready to cum. As it happened, I hadn't cum for a few days and I was fairly sure that he was going to get a big load up his married arse. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I began to unload my cum into his arse. I pulled out and he stood up and began to wank. After just a couple of strokes he shot his load. A short time later, we were both back at the side of the football pitch. When the match was over I watched him getting into his car with his son, a nice big load of cum deep in his arse. I had another experience with a guy who thought I was straight just a few weeks later. I was meeting a friend who was heavily pregnant for coffee in Hampstead after work. We went into the coffee shop and I helped her to a seat and then went to get our coffees. At a table nearby was a group of lads who were clearly in good spirits - one of the lads, a good looking guy with dyed blond hair was being quite camp and a bit loud at times. It didn't bother either of us and at one point when I had looked across at them, a dark haired lad sitting next to the blond lad had grinned at me and I has smiled back at them. We had another coffee and a good catch up and when we finished it was just getting dark. I helped my friend up and she took my arm as we left the coffee shop. I walked her to her car and then decided that, as it was just getting dark and I was horny, I would try my luck at Hampstead Heath. The Heath can be hit or miss in the early evening but I made my way up there and soon I was on the main path. There were a few guys about and it was still light enough to see what they looked like. As I walked along the path there was somebody walking just in front of me and I was fairly sure it was the dark haired lad from the coffee shop. He stopped a little way in front of me and stood at the side of the path. I moved towards him. "Hey," he said with grin. A few minutes later we were making our way off the path and into the bushes. When we reached a good spot he pulled me towards him and began to kiss me. As we were kissing, he unzipped my trousers and soon his hand was in the front of my pants, playing with my cock as we kissed. He broke off "Do you want me to suck you?" he asked. I nodded and he grinned again. "Where's your partner?" he asked. I couldn't think what he meant at first and was about to say so and then I realised he thought my friend and I were a couple. "Oh," I said, "She's gone home for a rest." This was perfectly true but I couldn't resist playing along with his belief that I was straight with a pregnant girlfriend. "I don't have long." I said. He wasted no time and soon he as on his knees and my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me really well and just as I was getting close he stopped sucking and motioned to me to turn round. "What are you going to do?" I asked, in my best suspicious straight guy voice. "I want to lick your arse," he said. I hesitated, but after a while I let him "persuade" me and soon I was bent over and his tongue was right up me. He licked me for a good long time, playing with my cock as he pushed his tongue right into my arse. "Oh fuck," I moaned "That's amazing, lick my fucking shithole!" I could tell he was really turned on thinking that he had his tongue up a straight guy's arse and after a while he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I nodded and he reached into his pocket and brought out some lube and a condom. I didn't say anything as he lubed his arse but then he looked at the condom and a gleam came into his eye. "Do you want to do it without this?" he asked. "It's up to you." I said and he grinned. He put the condom back in his pocket and bent over against a tree, his arse in the air. I stood behind him and pushed my bare cock into his arse. He grunted and leaned further forward as I began to fuck him. It was a brilliant fuck - we were both really into it and I fucked him really hard. He seemed to enjoy this and moaned for me to fuck him even harder. I was close now and my breathing was getting heavier. "Are you going to cum?" he panted "Yeah." I said and he moaned again "Oh fuck......fuck!" I began to cum and it t felt like I was never going to stop - I really bred him. When I had finished cumming and pulled out he stood up, mopping his brow with his T shirt. "Oh fuck!" he said "That was awesome." As we pulled our pants up he looked a little guilty as he said "I don't normally fuck without a condom," adding with a grin "but I couldn't resist!" I grinned back at him and as we made our way back to the path he said "I'm Steve, by the way" I said I was Lee and we shook hands. I had cum really heavily and I was feeling very satisfied. I knew that Steve had only let me fuck him without a condom because he thought I was straight, but somehow this just made the whole experience even hornier. I've always found it horny that so many straight guys are really protective of their arse holes. I've often found straight guys can take a lot of persuading to let me lick their holes or even look at them. That said, a surprising number seem quite happy to let me fuck them. As I've said before, I often pick up on a guy's interest when I am showing and letting flats and I will usually give them a card with my mobile number on it and ask them to give me a call if they have any questions or would like another viewing. A surprising number take me up on it and it's very often one half of a couple - and not just the gay ones. We manage a number of flats in a very high end block in West London and one morning I was doing a viewing for a couple who were selling their house and wanted to rent a flat for around 6 months while they looked for another one. They had brought their son with them as he would be home from university and would be staying with them. The son was around 19 or 20 - good looking, dark, tall and slim. He looked very like his father, although the father, who looked to be in his early 40s, was now greying. He too was a really good looking guy. It was the wife who did most of the talking and asked most of the questions and I couldn't help noticing that, in the background, the son was cruising me quite obviously. We finished the viewing and I handed cards to each of them asking them to get in touch if there was anything else I could do for them. From the knowing look he gave me when I handed him my card, I fully expected to get a call from the son. A little later in the morning I got a call - but it was from the dad who asked if he could have another look at the flat. I said no problem that could be arranged any time and we agreed to meet in the early afternoon. I was genuinely curious as to what he wanted - he had sounded just slightly nervous on the phone and I wondered if he might actually be up for it. He arrived a short time later and asked a few questions about the flat and asked to see round it again. I was just thinking he might actually only be here to see the flat again but then he cautiously made his move. He didn't say very much but indicated that he was up for a blow job and soon his pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a nice big cock, with hairy balls and legs and I really enjoyed sucking him. After I had sucked him for a while, I tried to turn him round so I could lick his arse but he shook his head and motioned me to suck his cock again. I sucked him for a while longer and then, out of the blue he said "Do you fuck?" I said yeah and he nodded and, a little to my surprise, he produced a little pack of lube and opened it - he had obviously come prepared. I was quite happy to be fucked but just as I was going to take the lube from him and bend over I realised he was rubbing it into his own arse - result! We were in the second bedroom and he knelt up on the bed and leaned forward. I stood behind him and pushed my cock against his hairy arse hole. "Just go slowly," he said "I don't do this very often." I pushed up him slowly. I believed him when he said he didn't do this often - his hole was very tight and it took a little while to get fully up him. I gave him a minute to get used to my cock and then I fucked him - gently at first and then a little harder. He gave little grunts as I fucked him and before too long I came deep inside him. He didn't hang around - he pulled his pants and trousers back on and was out the door in seconds. I had to go off and carry out another viewing and about an hour later I got another call. This time it was from the son - Paul. Paul didn't waste any time on preliminaries- he asked if I was up for some fun and could he meet me at the flat? I said yes and we arranged to meet almost immediately. I was thinking I just had time for a quick shower before he got to the flat and then I had another idea. I told him I was on my way back from the gym and didn't think I would have time to shower. He said that was fine, in fact, he would quite like it if I was a bit sweaty. We met a short time later and Paul had my pants down and my cock in his mouth almost as soon as we were in the door. He was really into it and sucked my cock eagerly "Mmm..." he said "Nice and sweaty!" He had no idea that he was sucking a cock that had been up his dad's arse just a short time before and I found this a real turn on. I turned around and told him to lick my arse, which was also a bit funky now. He didn't hesitate and his tongue was up there in seconds. He rimmed me for a while and then asked if I wanted to fuck him. Paul couldn't wait to spread his legs for me. He wanted it on his back so I took him into the second bedroom and soon his legs were in the air and my cock was up his arse. Like father, like son - there was no mention of a condom and I fucked Paul on his back until I was close and then I motioned him to kneel up on the bed. I fucked him for a while longer and then shot a big load of dirty cum into his arse - breeding him in exactly the same place and position as I had bred his dad. In the end, they decided not to take the flat, so I never got to fuck either of them again. I had another horny experience with a guy who assumed I was straight a few months later. I was called by the police after one of the flats we manage was broken into. The guy who rented the flat, an accountant, was abroad and they contacted me as a keyholder. I went along and the place was in a bit of a mess - the door had been kicked in and the frame was splintered. They had also made a bit of a mess in the flat, drawers were pulled out and stuff was all over the floor. We have tradesmen that we use but the police had already booked a joiner to repair the door and I agreed to wait for him. He arrived a bit later and right from the start I found him quite irritating. He was quite loud and, I thought, a bit full of himself. Anyway, he got to work on the door and seemed keen to chat to me so I thought I might as well as I was stuck there anyway. He did pretty much all of the talking and after a while he announced that he had to go for a piss. I heard him piss noisily in the toilet and then I heard him call "Hello, what's this? He emerged from the bathroom waving a fair sized rubber dildo and told me it had been lying on the bathroom floor where it had obviously been pulled out a drawer. "Ooh," he said in a high voice "A gay boy!" I knew he was referring to the tenant and I looked at him. "I don't think he is actually - in fact he's not long split up with his long time girlfriend" "Oh," he said. I think he knew he had really pissed me off. He reddened a bit and said "Yeah, I shouldn't have....I shouldn't have made assumptions. I suppose some couples do use......" His voice trailed off. "As a matter of fact," he said after a short pause, still rather red in the face, "My girlfriend's been trying to persuade me to try it." "Really?" I said. He nodded. "I told her no fucking way!" he said with a laugh. "How did she take that?" I asked and he said "Oh well, you know what women are like." I nodded "I know it's usually best to keep them happy." I said in my best straight bloke voice. "I know," he said "But that......no fucking way!" A thought seemed to occur to him. "Has anyone ever asked you to......you know" he said, looking at the dildo. "Well," I said "Yes, actually." "Fuck me," he said "Did you do it?" I nodded and he said "Fuck me!" again. "It's not too bad when you get used to it." He looked disbelieving and I said "Do you want me to show you?" Without saying anything, he nodded. I always carry a little pack of lube with me and I reached into my pocket. "Are you really going to do it?" he asked with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. I nodded. "Watch this!" I said. I pulled off my shoes and then removed my trousers and pants. I lubed up the dildo - and squatted a little. I pushed the head against my arse hole and he muttered "Fuck! You're actually going to do it!" I pushed the dildo up my arse and then began to push it in and out. "Oh fuck," he said again., "What's it like?" I said it feels good and asked him if he wanted to try it. He shook his head. I continued fucking myself with the dildo "You should try it," I said, "You know, try something new, surprise your girlfriend?" He shook his head again but I could see he was wavering. I continued to fuck myself as he moved in closer to watch. After a short time he said "Fuck it......I'll try it!" He pulled his shoes off and then nervously pulled down his jeans and underpants. "Take them off," I said "It's easier. To my surprise he pulled off his jeans and then his pants and bent over. I moved in behind him and started pushing the rubber cock against his arsehole. I took some lube and put it on my fingers and said "This'll help." I started to rub the lube into his arse. At first he went to stop me but hen he let me do it. I pushed the dildo into his hole and he gave a yelp. "It's ok," I said, "just give it some time." I was slowly pushing the dildo into his arse now and he had stopped resisting. I pushed it about half way up and then began to fuck him gently with it. He groaned "Oh fuck, I don't know if I like this!" He didn't stop me though and I could see his cock was getting hard. "New experiences!" I said "Think how pleased your girlfriend will be!" "Yeah," he moaned. "It's not so bad!" He was getting into it now. I had unzipped my trousers and was playing with my cock and I knew he had seen me. I moved in closer to him and showed him my cock. "Do you want to try another new experience?" I asked him and he nodded without saying anything. I pulled the dildo out his arse and moved in behind him. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock, and pushed. My cock was about the same size as the dildo and I figured if he could take one he could take the other. He did - he leaned forward and let me fuck him- giving little grunts and playing with his cock. After a while I could tell he was getting uncomfortable and I knew that I would have to be quick if I wanted to cum in him. I was quite close anyway and after a few more thrusts I began to squirt my cum into his arse. He didn't realise I was cumming at first and then he suddenly said "Are you cumming in me?" I told him I was as I shot the last of my load deep into his arse. I thought he might be pissed off but when I pulled out he was alright. "That was a lot more fun than I expected." he said. Then he frowned "We should have used a johnny." he said "I hope you're clean." I leaned in close to him and said "Don't worry, I had a shower this morning." He grinned at me uneasily and then got on with the job. He was finished quite quickly and he left almost immediately. I'd love to know if he's ever let any other guys fuck him and cum in his arse. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. So, as I said, I was in a reflective mood and I was thinking about all these straight guys I had fucked. I was also thinking about my friend Neil, who I told you about earlier. Neil has always been totally straight, but I had started helping him out by sucking him off. when we used to work together. This had progressed to me licking his arse (he took a lot of persuading initially but very quickly found that he loved it) and then on to him fucking me. We had fucking discreetly for quite a few years now and I knew that Neil enjoyed it as much as I did. He had never liked his arse hole being touched, although he loved being rimmed, but recently I had started rubbing and fingering his arsehole when I was sucking his cock and he hadn't stopped me - even when I had lubed my finger and pushed it right up him. One time he was fucking me on my back and I was playing with his arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and began to finger him as he fucked me. This seemed to make him even more horny and I kept fingering him, pushing my finger deeper up him each time. When he was getting close I began to finger him really hard. He leaned forward and kissed me as I fingered him - something he had never done before - and kept kissing me until he shot his load deep up my cunt. He had not referred to this afterwards but now quite often when we fucked he was kissing me and letting me play with and finger his arse. I was thinking of all these things and wondering if I should bite the bullet and go back on meds. But I really didn't want to and after a while I decided not to think about it any more for now. In a couple of weeks, Neil and I were going on a stag weekend to Berlin for one of his best mates, Lewis. Neil was Lewis's best man and he had asked me to help him on his mission to make sure Lewis kept his promise not to get up to anything with another woman while he was away. I was quite looking forward to it.

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San Francisco is a just a state of mind now.

That's one side of the coin: you can't see the guy so you imagine it's your favourite crush. The other side of the coin: getting off on really truly not knowing who it is or anything about them, what they look like, what they sound like... no clues. I'm 80% into the latter... and more so since attending some of the 'horsefair' type events where the bottom guys are blindfolded and hooded and never see the tops. It was very horny and strangely liberating experience.

I couldn't read the original font I was a thirty-six year old poz guy of average height and weight with short hair and beard, glasses, callused hands with grease under my thick nails from my job in a junkyard, almost seven cut inches and size 12 feet. I had been poz for half a dozen years. Being a Top I didnt get pozzed the usual way, instead it was from a dirty dentist I found in an ad in the newspaper when I had a bad toothache. I had caught the flu and felt like I had been beaten in an alley and stayed in bed for three weeks getting up just to eat and go to the bathroom. I then felt well enough to make it to the doctor who ran tests which confirmed the quack that pulled my bad tooth had contaminated me via the hole where the tooth was, likely when he sewed up the gum. I had tried to contact him but by then he had been closed down and subsequently disappeared. I was back to work a month and a half later thanks to the kindness of a boss who himself was poz. I was careful how I fucked, rubbering up when I fucked neg asses or when the guy asked me to wrap it. It was a couple of years later when I pozzed my first neg. The asshole was a chaser in his twenties who had a bright future ahead of him but looked and acted like a loser. He said he had tested neg and his last sex before we met was getting sucked off by an old troll just before getting tested. I hid my excitement as we went to the cheap hourly no-tell motel. Once there he dropped to his knees, unbuckled my belt, opened my fly, pulled at the waistband of my undershorts and fished out my dick. He kissed it and sucked it into his mouth, humming, and sucked on it until it was just about fully hard. "You sure want it, dont you?" I remarked. He kissed my dick again and we stripped. He was an average for his age, an inch or two under six feet and about ten lbs. under my 190. His shoulder length blond hair as well as the rest of him looked healthy and I wondered why someone in great physical shape wanted to throw away what could have been a fabulous life. Then again I thought of my thrill of having a fantastic feeling orgasm in him when I filled his ass with my dangerous cum. He said he had been a letterman in high school and college and had a degree that would lead to high paying jobs and asked me about my job. I admitted working in the junkyard pulling, sorting, inspecting and cataloging auto parts but he seemed to actually like me for being strong and in shape as a result of my job. I had him suck my dick to full hardness and he obeyed, then he lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs while I greased-up my loggerhead. Once greased I spat on his hole and mounted him. I put my dick to his hole, rubbed it an inch or two, then I lunged, letting my weight and pelvic thrust drive it home as he yelped from the pain. He wasnt a virgin but he hadnt been fucked much either so his hole was still nice and tight the way I prefer them. It would also facilitate my dick tearing him up inside to create fissures to further enable my poz sperms to pass my virus into his bloodstream. Once hilted I flexed my dick in him and fucked him. He whined at first but after my first dozen self-satisfying thrusts he was used to it and was loving it after my second dozen. I myself was loving how good my dick felt in his cunt as I fucked away. I set a steady pace just to enjoy the good feeling of fucking him and knowing my virus-laden precum was also doing its work to put my first wave of virus into his system. I then gradually increased my pace after being satisfied that I had torn up his rectum sufficiently to give my HIV easy passage into him. I fucked him with gay abandon, enjoying myself as I began breathing hard and starting to work up a sweat. My pelvis sometimes slapped his ass as I fucked him good. My sperms welled-up and the rocketed out of my dick into his ass as I repeatedly slammed it home with a series of hip-snaps that made him flinch with each one. My dick was in seventh heaven as I pumped my poz sperms up his ass. I was grinning from ear to ear as I enjoyed my best orgasm since the night I brutally broke an asshole's cherry and we laughed at his crying in the pain my prick enjoyed putting to him with each thrust in his sore hole while my buddies held him down over two decades earlier. I rested on his back enjoying my conquest of him and how he lovingly massaged my weapon with his ass muscles to milk any remaining cum out of my dick. "Man you're the best piece of ass I had in twenty years." I said. He replied that he was so turned on by getting fucked by me he had cummed without touching his dick. That was most likely his last neg load he'd ever shoot. I decided to remain on his back and maybe take a nap while I reloaded and add a second load. I rested and enjoyed how good laying on his back felt with my dick buried in his ass to keep my sperms mashed against his anal walls. I knew he wasnt too comfortable under me but all I cared about was the enjoyment I derived from fucking him, shooting off my dirty cum inside him and knowing it would change his life. I dozed off and awoke three quarters of an hour later, my dick softened but still partially in his hole. I flexed it and made slight movements to start re-hardening it and gradually brought it back to full stiffness in him, then I began piston-thrusting. I fucked to get my second load off as fast as possible since my first fuck had already prepared his rectum to take my cum and virus. I fucked him good and came in a good fifteen minutes, shooting a good feeling load up his ass. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I added my second load of poz to the first. I felt good getting my rocks off pozzing him. I thrust until I was spent and rested. He gushed on how great a stud I wad to fuck him twice. I thanked him and told him how enjoyable pozzing him felt. A few minutes later I pulled out. I checked my dick and his hole. I grinned when I saw the traces of blood mixed with my dirty cum on my dick and his hole. He didnt have a butt plug but his decently tight hole would hold most of my cum in him which would give it ample chance to infect him. I had him suck my dick clean but didnt urinate in his mouth. I did piss in the john and we got dressed. He kissed my dick and balls before I finished pulling up my undershorts. We checked out and exchanged numbers. I headed home, my sexual needs and pleasure satiated. I checked with him a month later. My dick hardened when I finally contacted him and he said he felt like shit from the flu. He said he would get checked out. A week later he called back but sounded like he was crying. He tested poz and told me what his doctor told him. I told him if he took his meds and did the other things he should he'd stay healthy. I had a feeling he likely wouldnt be as diligent as I was and would end up dying in a hospice. He was OK the first few years but he took too many "holidays" so his meds didnt work as well when he did take them. I did fuck him a few times before his health declined too much and then we didnt contact each other as much. Last I heard he was sick and in the county hospital

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

"Hey Stephen how are you doing?" I say walking into my girlfriends apartment. We're pretty new but with her crazy work schedule and the uncertainty of traffic her roommates were ok with her giving me a key so I could hang out and wait for her. "I'm good, a light day at the office and an exciting weekend planned ahead", he smiled as he changed the channel and dipped his hand into a bowl of snacks. "Oh? What's going on this weekend?" I asked as I entered my girlfriends room to drop my weekend bag off. "Cory's birthday party is this weekend!" "OH that's right! Shoot I wonder if Katie remembered." "You're cute", he laughed, "you guys don't need to get him anything, though it wouldn't hurt if you'd treat this more like home and walk around shirtless once in a while." "Funny, though I'm sure Katie wouldn't mind either." I said brushing it off. "You guys should just hang out tomorrow, drinks, music, games. The usual, but with more people." "Sounds fun, but I don't know Katie's schedule. But I'm sure we'll join." I went into the room and laid down on the bed. I spend the weekends here, there's always an event of some kind. I don't mind, and their friends are fun. Flirting never hurt and Katie thinks it's funny. The events never lead to anything much, just lots of drinking and on the rare occasion a guy will join the couple, Stephen and Cory, in their bedroom next door. I've never done anything with a guy, the idea of it is rather odd to me, and as much fun as they sound like they have beyond the wall, it's not my cup of tea. Katie came home late, like usual and we spent the evening after dinner watching Netflix and sex to tire us out before passing out in bed. She gets really wet and to avoid making a mess we have a collection of towels to lay down, and we mix things up with a bag of toys we keep under the bed, a few vibrators, a dildo etc. The next morning the party started early, Cory and Stephen were in the kitchen mixing mimosas and made Katie and I one. We joined them and wished Cory a happy birthday as we started the music and let the drinks flow. With a lack of breakfast I was starting to feel the booze, and Katie fearing she would be called into work kept handing her drinks to me. Guy after guy trickled into the party, bringing more booze, food, and energy. I was really feeling the drinks and could barely keep their names straight. Katie ran off on her phone. "There she goes" I thought. She came up and apologized for having to go into work and told me to have fun, and told Stephen to "protect me". They laughed it off and she ran out the door. The day went on and I was a bit more than tipsy, I went to the fridge to grab a water bottle and there were a new collection of little bottles on the door. I picked one up "Jungle Juice Platinum" it read. A guy walked up behind me and pinched my ass. "Starting early today huh?" he said reaching around to my cock and the other grabbing the bottle. I stuck my ass out to avoid his hand on my dick and my ass came into contact with his groin. "Oh! Uh I don't know what this stuff is and uh no thanks haha" I said turning and backing up. "You've never done poppers?! he exclaimed. Stephen heard that and "came to the rescue". He took the guy by the shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen and came back. "Hey sorry about that we can get a little frisky when alcohol is involved. I see you found some fun stuff there." "Uh yeah I guess what is it?" I asked still holding the little bottle. "They're called poppers, they just kind of make you enjoy sex more. Take it! give it a shot, might spice things up." I grabbed a water bottle and the "poppers" as he said and went to the bedroom, placing the poppers on the night stand for tonight. I looked up how to take them and it seemed simple enough, it also said "relaxes soft tissues, as in the muscles surrounding the anus". "Huh.. that's why they must like it then," I thought. I started watching porn on my phone and got curious, the girls seem to enjoy anal sex, and of course the gay guys like it. I wonder what it feels like, I reached under the bed and grabbed the toys. I got on my hands and knees and lubed up the toy, with the phone resting against the pillow, I slowly pressed the small toy into my ass. It felt very weird, and my body pushed it right back out. "Oh yeah, the poppers should make this better". I opened the bottle and as instructed put it under my nose to inhale. It made me cough, but almost immediately I was light headed. I pushed the toy in and it started to feel good. I think I can handle the bigger one. I reached into the bag and got the bigger dildo, it's just slightly bigger than myself so about 7 inches but thicker. with a bit of lube my ass took the entire toy. I was shocked. It felt good, but hard and a bit rough. I took a hit of more poppers and let it rest inside me. "This is much better than the bathroom!" I hear from behind me. "Holy shit!" I flipped over on my back, the toy shooting out of my ass and landing at the foot of a tall tattooed clean cut guy. "No, no, you're clearly enjoying it. Continue." he said handing me the toy. "Flip back around" My eyes darted to the door, it was shut and locked. "Continue..." he repeated, "let me help". He grabbed my legs and turned me over, grabbed my ass and pulled me up onto all fours. He took the toy, spit on it and pushed it in and out of me. It felt amazing, I reached out for the poppers and he laughed, "oh you really want to have fun, take 1 hit per nostril you slut." "Oh fuck" I said out loud, I had never been treated this way with girls and it was really dirty. I took the hits of poppers and as I did he took the toy out and put a bigger one in, AMAZING. It felt so good, it was getting so deep. He grabbed my wrists and put them on my lower back, and that's when I felt it. His hips rammed against my ass, his balls knocking into mine. He moaned and quickened his pace. I had never felt anything like it, my head was spinning, my cock was soft but I was hornier than ever. He took the poppers and poured some on my underwear and shoved it in my mouth. My head was throbbing, ass was throbbing, cock was throbbing. He ripped the underwear out of my mouth and pulled my hair. "Where am I going to cum bitch." "I don't care" I managed to say in my haze. "That's a good slut" he said as he thrust hard into my ass and yelled as he released into me. He put his shirt back on and there was a knocking on the door. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I immediately came to my senses. He just let the whole party know what was going on in here. I scrabbled and tried to put clothes on but he opened the door. The whole party was trying to look in the door. Poppers and toys all over the bed, and his cock still dripping cum. He grabbed his shorts and walked out, "great party Cory, he's all yours boys," he said as he left the party. They all stood there, half of them mouths agape. Stephen pushed through the crowd, and shut the door. "You ok?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. "Yeah, just worried about what Katie will say" "We can keep it a secret if you want, from her." he said as he rubbed my back. "Yes please." "Looks like you enjoyed it" he said wrapping his hand around my hard dick. "I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I ever imagined, but what does that mean now" "It doesn't have to mean anything, you clearly love women. you just happen to have fun with cocks. Word will spread through our group of friends, Thomas brags about all the guys he converts. "Converts? from straight to gay?" "Haha no, you're cute. He's Poz, although it looks like he might have succeeded in that too. It's not for sure, but you better go to the doctor to be safe. We'll be having a lot more fun."

Moderator's Note: This story is mostly new, but it has characters that previously appeared in this story. Hi guys. Kevin here, you may remember me, I’m Josh’s dad and Scott, or I guess he’s Scotty now, anyway his best friend. So let me catch you up with what’s been going on with me. After I walked in on Josh having unprotected sex my life took an interesting turn. I think that was the catalyst for my new path in life. A little bit about me, I’m 51 now, I know old by gay standards but I gotta say I still look good. I’m 5’8” 170lbs, I’m a runner so I’m pretty toned but not overly muscular. Got some good fur on my chest and the rest of my body. I wear my brown hair cut pretty short and yes it turning into more silver than brown, but I think it looks sexy! I’m married to a woman, or I should say I was married to a woman. The divorce was final a few months ago. But I’m getting ahead of myself. After my visit with Josh I flew home but something was changing. Seeing my son’s raw dick buried in that guys ass woke something up inside of me. The only gay experience I’d had was with Scotty back in college. He’d suck me off when I was horny and couldn’t find a girl to play with, oh and I was usually drunk. I remember I liked it and he certainly gave better blow jobs than any of the girls I ever dated, but I never reciprocated. I have a great relationship with my wife. We’d been married for close to 30 years. Next to Scotty she’s my best friend. The problem was we hadn’t had sex for over fifteen years now and neither of us seemed to really care. Don’t get me wrong I was horny all the time. I’d jack off at least twice a day but I had absolutely no desire to have sex with my wife. Yes I know you’re probably saying to yourself ‘what a fucking dumb ass, why’d it take him so long to figure it out.’ Good fucking question! After I got back I started noticing my wife and I were really more roommates than spouses. Of course I still didn’t do anything about it. After about six months I was offered a promotion. The only catch was the job was on the East Coast. I talked it over wife my wife and she got really excited. “I think it’s perfect you should take it.” “You do. I didn’t think you’d want to move.” “I don’t. But I think this is exactly what we need.” “Wait what?” “Oh come on Kevin. We both know this marriage was over years ago just neither one of us was brave enough to pull the trigger. And to be honest with you I’ve already been seeing someone else.” “Wait really? Who is it?” Okay something was wrong I wasn’t pissed at all but genuinely curious and happy for her. “Her name’s Mandy.” Huh didn’t see that coming. “Look this is perfect now I can be with Mandy and you can move to the east coast and find some nice guy.” “Umm yea, except I’m not gay.” “Right keep telling yourself that, but you might want to clear your internet history,” she winked at me. Okay so I might have been watching some bi porn but that didn’t make me gay. “Go hang out with our son and your best friend. They can introduce you to the gay world.” She was really enjoying this. Our divorce had to be the easiest, quickest and friendliest in the history of divorces. So here I was back in the city where my gay son and best friend lived, ready for the next chapter in my life to begin. I wasn’t able to move into my new apartment when I arrived, so Scotty was kind enough to put me up for a few weeks until it was ready. Damn he’d changed since the last time I’d seen him. He had some new ink and I found myself strangely drawn to it. It was hot as fuck, is all I’m saying. “Kevin, you’re staring again.” “Sorry I can’t help it your new tats are really cool. Although I’m not really sure why’d you get one biohaz tattoo let alone two? You’re not a toxic guy. You’re really nice.” Scotty just about choked on his drink. “Umm, they’re nothing really. I’m in a special club and that’s our logo.” “Huh okay, that’s weird but whatever.” I could tell he was really uncomfortable and didn’t want to discuss it further so I dropped it. Now I hadn’t discussed with Scotty the real reason for my divorce. I’d just told him we’d grown apart. Which technically was true. I don’t know why I was so worried. He wouldn’t care at all but I was still nervous. He was out late one night so I was bored and borrowed his computer to look up a few things. I noticed there was one browser he’d just minimized so I opened it up. Yes I know I shouldn’t snoop on my best friend’s computer but come on like you wouldn’t do it too. What I found both shocked me and gave me the biggest woody I’d ever had. On the screen was Scotty with his legs in the air getting fucked like crazy with no condom in sight. The guy fucking him seemed to have cum so he pulled out and another guy quickly took his place. Scotty was moaning and telling the new guy to fuck him harder, to recharge his ass. Recharge his ass what the fuck did that mean?” I was so entranced watching the top shove his huge dick in and out of Scotty that I hadn’t noticed the guy looked really familiar. Holy fucking shit that was my son Josh’s big dick fucking my best friend. Seriously what kind of sick shit was this and when did I take my dick out and start jacking off. And why was I leaking more than I normally did. I kept watching the video and started to notice there was several guys in the room with Scotty and they all seemed to have at least one biohaz tat somewhere on their body. Fuck me even Josh had one. Next thing I knew I was shooting my load all over my hand. I didn’t have any tissues handy so I just did what came natural and brought my hand up to my mouth and cleaned it off. Damn why had I never tasted my cum before, it was delicious. I sat there in a state of shock for a few minutes trying to understand what I had just watched. My son was fucking my best friend. My son, was fucking my best friend. My best friend was letting my son fuck him without a condom and he was loving it. Fuck I was hard again and stroking my dick, again. What! The! Fuck!! I should be pissed off but I was only pissed that there wasn’t any more of the video to watch. I calmed down, okay I did watch it one more time and might have shot another load, then I calmed down and cleaned up. I minimized the screen so Scotty wouldn’t know that I knew his dirty little secret. I put his computer away and jumped on my phone to research gay men and the biohaz tat. Hmmm club my ass. I was in shock. Result after result came up biohazard tattoo equals HIV. What the fuck. Then I found sites about guys actively chasing for the disease, apparently they called themselves bug chasers. I was feeling really conflicted. On one hand it appeared my best friend and my son were HIV positive, on the other hand I was fucking hard again. Seriously what the ever loving fuck was happening to me. I shot my third load of the night, looked at the clock and realized how late it was getting. I was in no place to deal with Scotty tonight so I quickly went to bed to avoid him before he got home. That night I had the most erotic dream. Instead of Scotty in the middle of all those guys getting fucked it was me. I made sure I was out of the apartment before he woke up. I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever but I just needed some time to digest all this shit. Damn I really needed someone to talk to about this but the one person in my life I would normally turn to was exactly the one person I couldn’t talk to. And damn it, I was hard again just thinking about that video. Fuck!

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

Here’s one for the fellow gardeners amongst you. Right now in England, common ivy (Hedera helix) is coming into flower. It’s a great late-season source of nectar for all kinds of pollinating insects. It also smells remarkably like cum- so much so that walking past some just stopped me in my tracks and made me think “What the hell is that?” In the spring, I’ve noticed several varieties of Berberis smell the same. It amazes me that there are flowers that smell so similar to cum. Has anyone else noticed this, or the same phenomenon in any other plant species?

Spending 2 weeks with my Uncle and Cousin - party and becoming a Whore - addicted dicks - they training my future - nothing like a Big / Fat Cock for Raw Breeding Sessions ! Do Not Care - No Cock refused ! Stretched / Sore pussy hole means I am doing a Great job !

I've always been turned-on by taking a load from another fellow bottom. When I was in my 20's and 30's and had a nice muscled body, I really enjoyed the challenge of getting another bottom to fuck me and unload in my hole. In the saunas I would accept invitations to go into a bottom's room and I would get him really horny by kissing and letting the bottom play with my body. All of a sudden his cock was hard as a rock, he would start fucking me and minutes later (sometimes seconds) he was moaning and pumping his load. Big turn-on!

Oh yes! hoping more before she gets home but I’m also wanting this to be 14 chapters long of depravity

Hard agree, sex between older and younger men can be great, especially if they're both good looking, but I don't get why it seems like *everything* has to be incest. I don't want to offend anyone that's into it but for me it has a real ick factor. Maybe I'm particularly averse to it because my older brother is gay and when he worked at my school there were all sorts of (untrue) rumours that he had assaulted me and that's why I'm gay. Plus, my family members aren't attractive. I got lucky with genes and I'm still probably below average. But back to the point, it feels to me like in porn incest is hugely over-represented. It's hard to say the same about BZ because a) it's a community which is relatively hardcore anyway and b) it's more "grassroots" so it's hard to accuse it of not being representative. But likewise, the backroom topics here are over-represented because that's half the point of the forum.

Went out of town for some meetings Friday and Saturday. I tried to get some hookups in between meeting on Friday but they kept flaking. One guy from grindr said he was coming then said he didn't have time but would come over Saturday morning. I doubted he would follow through. Late Friday a hot cub on bbrts responded and said he would cum over Saturday morning. We exchanged number. Saturday morning the hot cub from bbrts texted and said he was ready. I got ready and he came over. Hot cub with a great cock and some deliciously smelly pits. He fucked me so good two times shooting his loads deep in my ass and made me shoot my load. Lots of verbal cumdump talk got me going! He was delicious. Then shortly after he left the other guy from grindr messaged me. I said well I already have two loads but will take a third. He said I am on my way. He walked in, I sucked his hot cock and then he flipped me over and rimmed me. Telling me how hot it was to taste my fucked ass and the other guys cum. He then shoved his dick deep in me pounding me hard. Cum was running out of my ass. He loved the sloppy hole. Didn't take him long before he added his load. When he left I beat off again tasting their cum from all over my ass!

I really hope that the twink Matt learns that its better to give his arse up for older daddy tops like the latin and the party host

John and Matt wake up in the morning. John is really hungover. Matt is a bit hungover. John is also incredibly embarrassed about having sex in front of a room of people. Matt is embarrassed because John is embarrassed. Matt wants to go to the parade, but John wants to go home and sleep off the hangover. The boys kiss and part ways agreeing to meet for dinner. Matt slips on some running shorts and a tank top and sneakers to go to the parade. By the time he arrives, the parade is going. He sees the group from the party house and hangs out with them. They have a cooler of bloody marys and Matt drinks. His hangover is going away as the parade goes by. Matt regularly feels hands on his ass as he hangs out with this group. At first, he pushes them away but as he relaxes and drinks his bloody marys; he lets the hands roam. Matt is getting turned on by all the attention. Matt leans over the barricade a bit to see the next floats go by and a band. As they do, Matt feels a very large cock pressed on his ass crack. He lets it stay there. It is very hard. The owner of the cock rubs it on Matt’s ass crack, Matt spreads his legs to leg the cock have more room. Matt feels a finger slide up inside his running shorts and finds his hole. The finger slips into his ass and the guy says, “Is his cum still inside you from last night?” Matt knows it’s the host from the party – an older guy with a beer belly and greying hair, but he doesn’t care. Matt answers, “Maybe.” A few minutes later, Matt’s naked behind a dumpster getting fucked bareback by the party host’s big cock. The host says, “All those months I wanted your ass and you teased me, but here you are naked behind a dumpster taking my raw cock. You like my big dick in you?” Matt moans, “Yes.” The party host’s belly is on Matt’s back as his raw cock is buried in his ass. Matt is moaning loudly as the party host is sawing his large cock in and out of Matt. The party host says, “Not going to last long in you. Do you want me to shoot inside you?” Matt pushes his ass back and says, “Do it. Shoot in my ass.” The party host cums in Matt’s hole. Matt feels the cock pull out of him, rests his body on the brick wall in front of him, and looks back to see the host’s cock. He sees the large cock slipping from his ass coated in cum. Matt says, “My ass feels so open from your cock.” Matt and the host chuckle. Matt pulls up his running shorts and finds his tank top. As they head back to the street, the parade is ending and the host’s roommate and his friends are hauling the cooler back to the apartment. Matt helps them home and says his goodbyes. He is tipsy from the bloody marys, but wants to get home. John and Matt meet up that night, eat, fuck, sleep. The boys talk about their public sex and decide they will ask the host to delete the photos. The following week, John’s job announces they decided to accept his transfer to Austin. John’s company had a training program attached to University of Texas, Austin for which John had applied. It’s a fairly rigorous work/Masters program. Matt is sad. John is excited, but sad to leave Matt. The talk about making it work long distance. Matt is apprehensive, but he knows John is going to leave for Austin. If Matt wants John, this is what he has to accept. John would normally need to be in Austin later in the summer, but he decides to go early to get settled in. As Spring rolls into Summer, John is settled in Austin. Matt comes for a visit. The boys fuck all weekend. John cums in Matt every time. Matt loves feeling John’s cock pulse as it shoots cum inside him. Its become one of his favorite sensations. Matt and John are sad when it comes time to part. Matt says he can come back in a few weeks. John and Matt chat online almost every day and talk a couple times a week. One day, Matt comes home to a couple missed calls from John and a message. Matt calls him back and John picks up. John’s voice is off. He says, “Matt. I tested positive for gonorrhea. You need to get tested.” Matt is dumbstruck. He says he had just been tested prior to meeting John, but he will get tested again. John says, “I think it was one of the guys I’ve messed around with since I got to Austin, but I wanted to let you know.” The words hit Matt like he was punched in the stomach. Matt groans. John asks if Matt is ok. Matt is quiet, but finds his words. “John, you have been sleeping with other people? I thought we weren’t doing that. We only fuck bareback. You are always shooting inside me. I’ve trusted you.” John is offended. He says, “Matt you rode me bareback the first time we met. You never asked for exclusivity. You love getting fucked raw. Guys who fuck raw get STDs. I know I’m not the only guy who has fucked you bareback. You told me so. Don’t get all hurt because I’ve fucked other guys.” Matt gets angry. The boys fight. John hangs up on Matt. Matt goes and gets tested. Matt is less anxiety ridden at the clinic this time. He tells the counselor why he is there. He gets the safe sex lecture. The results come back – negative for everything. Fuck John. Matt calls him, leaves a message and says he is negative. John does not call back.

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Vishara

I am in chastity almost 100% of the time. I take it off a couple of times a week to shower. My clit has become such a beautiful little nub that I’m afraid to keep my devise off for any length of time for fear that it will get bigger or even worse erect! To answer the main question on this topic, I feel it definitely has made a big difference in how I am bred. First your pussy is hungry all of the time. It hardly goes away. This has caused me to lower my standards and let any man breed me that is willing. It also really helps define the male sub roles. To my fortune I have learned how to orgasm without touching myself, but my ultimate goal while my man is in rut is to please him. Making sure he knows he is all man and his needs come first. Chastity helps me focus on the man and appreciate every part of his masculinity. Giving him soft kisses on the neck, giving him my full attention and staring into his eyes and smelling his pubic and pit hair help to take in his essence and know my role. I feel this is all possible because I am in chastity.

after years of getting double fisted i can get a really sloppy hole. I know some guys dont like it but other tops Ive played with love playing with a sloppy hole, especially if there are a few loads up there already. I don't get uptight about the sloppy noises it makes as I get fucked or fisted.

I like loose pussy. Yes I'm hung bigger than average so loose pussy feels good on my dick. Also an ass that looks like a cunt or vagina is esthetically pleasing to me. A bottom with experience is always welcomed. As I said I'm above average so most bottoms usually make a comments. So yeah it's nice but not something I expect my bottom to say. It's more the size queens bragging about all the big dicks they take that's annoying me. It doesn't bother me you got fucked by a bigger dick than mine, kind of a turn on, but bragging about your "talents'" and how you make tops tape out because how 'amazing you pussy is" a straight up turn off.

Chapter 5 Andrew lead me down the hallway to the guest room with Greg close behind us. I stepped in the room and my jaw hit the floor. “Welcome to our playroom,” Greg said wrapping his arms around me. In the center of the room instead of a bed was a sling. Along one of the walls was a table filled with all sorts of toys and in the corner was a fuck bench. “Wow, I love what you’ve done with the place,” I said. They helped me into the sling and made sure to secure my legs and arms. “Damn, look at that ass,” Andrew said stepping in between my legs. He started rubbing his fingers over my hole. “Kevin, I have to tell you I’ve wanted to breed this cunt from the second you walked into my office. Have to say I’m impressed with your progress. I really thought it’d take longer to get your neg ass in this sling.” I was moaning like crazy as he kept fingering my ass. He was up to three fingers and I was starting to pant like a dog in heat. He pulled his fingers out and I felt so empty. Greg took his place and started rubbing his cock around my hole. “So honey should I tell him or do you want too?” Andrew got an evil grin on his face and said, “you do it honey it’s your fantastic news.” I was going crazy, “will someone please fuck me!! I need a dick inside me, now!” “You heard him Greg. Fuck the slut, he’s begging for it.” “Kevin, you want this toxic cock in your pussy?” “Yes god damn it, fuck me now!” I screamed. “You asked for it, here it cums. You should know slut, I found out today that this cock inside your pussy is full blown.” With that he shoved in balls deep and started fucking me hard. When he said those words my cock exploded all over my chest with the biggest load I’d ever had. I was moaning so loud Andrew shoved his cock in my mouth to keep me quiet. “Fuck! Look at that load. You sick horny faggot, you love having that full blown cock up your cunt don’t you?” I couldn’t answer with his huge dick in my mouth so I just sucked him harder. “When Greg got home today and told me the news we knew you’d be the perfect neg slut to take his first full blown aids load. I have to admit, for awhile there I wasn’t sure if you’d really show up tonight. I clamped down on Greg’s dick and started milking him while he was fucking me. He shoved in all the way and I could feel him start to coat my ass with his deadly cum. At the same time Andrew grunted and started shooting his load down my throat. Holy fucking shit! What had I just done? I’d taken my first toxic load and it was a fucking aids load at that. Andrew pulled out of my mouth as Greg slowly removed his dick from my ass. “Clamp down don’t lose a drop of my special cum.” Greg leaned down and gave me a deep kiss. “How you doing Kevin?” Andrew asked. I was trying to get a handle on my emotions. Greg was still between my legs and started to rub my cunt with the head of his cock. “It’ll take me a few minutes for me to recharge, so just breathe deep and enjoy this moment. You’ll never be the same after tonight, we’ve made sure if that.” Andrew asked again how I was doing. “I think we may have broken him honey.” I had all these thoughts going through my mind but one kept repeating over and over. “I’m so fucking empty, I need more. Please I need more cum,” I softly said. “Wait, what’d you say Kev?” Andrew asked. “I need more. Please, please give me more cum, my pussy is so empty.” Andrew walked over to the table and grabbed a brand new toothbrush. He looked in me in the eye and asked, “you know what this is for slut?” I shook my head no. “This here is going to ensure we knock you up.” I started to get a little nervous and he could see the concerned look on my face. “Its all right slut, if you want more cum inside you, we need to brush your pussy really hard to make sure you’re properly prepared to get pregnant. So what’ll it be?” I moaned, “do it! Please knock me up!” With that Andrew started brushing the inside of my cunt. He twisted it around to make sure Greg’s load was being massaged into the lining of my ass. He pulled the toothbrush out after a few minutes and it had streaks of dark pink cum covering the bristles. “Prefect!” They both said. “Damn, I think you’re ready Kevin, and look at that my cock is too.” With that Andrew shoved his dick inside me and began pumping in and out. “It takes me a little longer to shoot my second load so this will give me plenty of time to work Greg’s load deep inside you.” He continued fucking me for about thirty minutes. I was in heaven. I had no idea sex could be so amazing. Pretty soon I could tell he was getting ready to cum. He looked me in the eye, grinned then shot another huge load inside my cunt. He pulled out and Greg took his place. They continued using me all night, taking turns breeding my ass. By the time they were done with me they’d given me three loads each. Andrew shoved a butt plug up my ass and told me to leave it in all night to give their swimmers enough time to do the job. They helped me out of the sling and my legs were like rubber. “So how you feeling now?” they asked as we got dressed. “Like a fucking slut.” I grinned from ear to ear. “That was amazing. Thank you! And Greg, I’m honored to be the guy who got your first full blown loads.” He gave me a deep kiss. “You’re welcome slut. Give my babies a good home.” “Kevin,” Andrew stopped me at the door, “you thought you were horny after Charlie fucked you, you have no idea what you’ve become now. We’re around all weekend, so if you need more you know where to find us. Also don’t be afraid to find some on your own.” He got a wicked grin on his face, “maybe it’s time you came clean with your friend and your son.” He winked, gave me a kiss, then shut the door behind me. I stood out in the hallway for a second then headed for the elevator. Damn, maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to have a serious conversation with Josh and Scotty. This could be interesting.

CHAPTER 7: Cod: I couldn't tell you what time it was or how long I had been asleep, but I woke as soon as I felt his cock probing my ass cheeks. As I was coming too, I realized that this morning it was my Dad who woke up horny and felt his body spooning mine, his hard cock desperately trying to enter his son’s warm, tight hole. I knew one of us would probably wake up horny, my ass still full of his cum, I lifted my leg slightly and permitted my Father to easily slip his hard fat cock into me. He pushed and the large mushroom head made a little pop and entered my hole. Once again my father’s bare cock penetrated my fuck hole. We both murmured lightly as his cock became completely emerged in my ass; slowly he began the motions of fucking me. As his hips moved back and forth against me, his cock slipped gently in and out of my ass. I reached back and pulled his ass tight to my body, wanting to feel every bit of his cock deep inside me. Dad wasn’t small by any means, and when we fucked, it made me feel so tight and full; it reminded me of Todd. Soon his rhythm began to hasten as we both became lost in our lust. My own cock was tight with blood as my right hand stroked beneath the sheets. I remember all those times Todd fucked me and I needed more, so I pushed firmly back on his cock sending it deep into my ass which made us both grunt with pleasure. And then it happened, my Father became like an animal, as he began to fuck with intent, like he was on a mission, Todd was like that too after he found out he was positive. He began pushing me so hard that I almost fell off the bed, but he grabbed me with his strong hands around the waist and pulled me into him sending his cock even further into my ass. "OH shit Dad, fuck me .... ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck ...... that feels fucking great. Yea fuck me fuck me come on shove that cock inside me harder,.... harder,...... HARDER......" I was lost in our sex as my Dad continued the assault on my ass. “Yeah baby boy… you’re gonna get it alright, I’m gonna breed you deep and give IT to you, uhhhh”, he groaned, stressing the word “IT” again. He pulled me up on all fours to fuck me like a dog, Dad seemed intent on giving me the fucking ride of my life. He was really fucking me wildly now, shoving his cock so deep inside my ass each time and pulling it out all the way. Then with perfect aim, ramming it back into my hole and then fucking me deep, his own body inhibiting him from going further. "Fuck me, fuck me ......Yea shove your bare cock inside me Dad, please..." I was not a quiet fuck by any means. Having Dad’s hard cock up my ass caused me to want his cum even more than normal. I still remember after Todd told me he was hiv+, he was so worried, he couldn’t believe I still wanted his cum. I didn’t care if he was positive, I loved his cock and his cum, he got over it quickly once he realized I was ok with him. My father's cock was expanding quickly in my ass and his rhythm quickly increased, I knew his cum was going to fill me again soon; he reached under my heaving body and grab a hold of my hard cock. It was wet with pre-cum that had been leaking out of me like a faucet. My body was being gratified in so many ways I knew my cock would go off at any second if he didn't stop soon. "Dad,… uhhhh… oh fuuck… oh that feels great, but I am going to cum if you don't stop that RIGHT NOW! He removed his hand, now covered in pre-cum and brought it to my lips. I licked my own wet secretion he offered with gusto, hungry for sex of any kind, and the fluids from a man. He kissed my neck and then moved back so he could focus on breeding me. My own father, fucking me, again he accelerated his pumping of my ass with his hips slamming into me. Then it happened, his groaning, I felt his cock surge with blood and cum as it quickly expanded in my ass. I knew he was filling me with another load of his cum, I couldn’t get enough. Dad: Once again, hot morning sex with my boy taking my bare cock and soon another big load of my spunk; I loved him so much. All I could think about though is how much I needed to breed him and how much I wanted to convert him. I wanted a positive result when we get tested tomorrow, and I want him to know how he got it. I was relaying all the details, of sex with son, to Sam as his bare poz cock was slowly going in and out of my hole. “That’s. So. Fucking. Hot. Mark,”, punctuating every word, “…it sounds like you’re really into it now, “Yeah, I am”, “Good. It’s very likely you’re hiv+ considering how much poz cum you’ve been taking”. Sam was right for the last 2 weeks he had fucked me nearly every day and once in a while I’d get two loads from him. He had been off meds for over a month, nearly two I thought, and we both knew the chances of me being infected with his strain was very likely. I love bare cock, I love cum, and the idea of risky bareback sex with an unmedicated hiv+ man makes me leak like a faucet. If being a cum slut means being hiv+ then I was going to face it head on, and Sam was my willing enabler. When Sam fucked me we were ironclad focused on him filling me up with his cum. The only time I was more focused and horny was when I was fucking and breeding my own flesh and blood; I was resolved, Cod, was going to be hiv+ and I was going to be the man who infects him. “Uhhhhhh … uhhhhh… fuck, gonna fucking load you up again Mark”, I could feel every vein, every inch of Sam’s cock and he was fucking in a nice, smooth rhythm, not the usual rough breeding he gives me, much like the one I gave Cod this morning, this was sex and not just a fuck. Sam wanted me poz but we cared about each other, too. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…. CUMMMMMMING, take my load Maa…. “ and he started to dump another poz load into me. It must have been a huge load, he leaned over onto my back, covered in sweat, and kept his cock inside me as he tried to catch his breathe. I don’t know what it was but when Sam breeds me, it so intense. “Fuck Sam, that was so hot… “, “..it always is”, he said between gasps. I was so fucking turned on, I might have to fuck Cod again as soon as I get home, but I really wanted his cock in me, hopefully Cod would help Sam’s cum do the trick if it hasn’t already. Cod: Dad had gone out for a bit and got back just as I had fixed dinner, he seemed different, it was obvious he was in a good mood (more so than normal), he grabbed me and kissed me deeply as he entered the house. “I made dinner, hope you’re hungry,”, “I am”, and he grabbed me and we starting making out. Before I could think Dad was stripping my clothes off, and I was his, we both naked quickly and he dropped to his knees and starting suck my cock. “uhhhhh…. Dad … oh yes,… suck me”, I loved being sucked, Todd used to suck me off sometimes when he wasn’t breeding me and I always loved it. “Dad you’re … ohhhh fuck that feels so good, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop doing that,”, Dad quickly stood up, kissed me again, and led me to our bedroom. Dad laid on the bed on his stomach, ass exposed, “You want you cock… ehhh Dad”, “Yes baby boy, I need another load of my son’s cum in me. He got on all fours like I was earlier and I grabbed at his ass, “Hang on let me get lube…”, “… you don’t need any,… get over here and fuck me!”, he barked. I had never heard this kind of urgency from my own father, my cock jumped a bit, “ok”, I thought and climbed on the bed. “So Daddy needs his boy’s cum does he?”, I said in a deeper tone trying to imitate him a bit, I was so horny right now I’d gladly give it to him. My cock slid in much easier than you might expect, he was right I didn’t need lube, he was already slick inside, “Did you plan this and pre-lube your ass?”, “You’re feeling Sam’s cum, babe”, “Huh?” Then I remembered Dad telling me about Sam, his running partner,… so now Sam was breeding my Dad huh? It was actually fucking hot as I thought about it, knowing I was sliding my cock in and feeling another guy’s warm sperm, it happened like that only once or twice in college; it felt pervy and hot all at the same time. I was very turned on and Dad’s cum filled ass was just egging me, I picked up the pace. “That’s right baby boy, breed your old man.. really fucking give it to me, push Sam’s cum deeper into me.”, “uhhhhh uhhhh… “ I groaned and really got into it, I could feel my balls smacking against my Dad’s ass as I imagined him on his back, legs up taking Sam’s bare cock and what seemed like a huge amount of his cum. I looked down and could see some of the cum on my cock and slammed back into my Dad harder, each time trying to do what he asked and force the cum deeper into his tight but well used ass. “Give it to me … add your cum to his, fuck me, breed me”, he really wanted it bad, I was so close. “Yes, Dad… gonna breed….” I could feel my nuts tightening up and I knew my Dad was about to get another very big load of sperm. My rhythm quickened and I pumped harder, using his ass, to get off. I felt my load rising up through my cock, I knew I was about to nut and, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk, Daddddd!” and my load came shooting out inside him.