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My name is Justin. I am 5’10 155 have a six pack and bubble butt and a nice 8” dick, I am straight and have a girlfriend, but I have always been fascinated with giving oral and have watch lots of videos of gay guys giving oral to a straight guy. My girl got me started since she brought a bi film that started two college guy and one chick. I started watching my straight guys getting head from gay guys online and it would make me blow a huge load. One of the scenes was shot in a bathroom though a glory hole. I had never though much when I used a public rest room but after watching the video, I would check out the room and see if they had glory holes in the walls but the bathrooms I visited did not. That was until I cut through the park and checked out that bathroom, Bingo there was a glory hole between the stalls. I got in the stall and sat on the toilet waited and about three minutes later I heard footsteps and then the stall next me the door opened. My heart was racing as I heard the door lock and then the guy sat down and tapped his foot. I did not know what I was supposed to do at this point, so I tapped mine and he moved his foot closer and tapped again and I did the same. Then the guy stood up and slide his big dick through the glory hole, it had to be 9 inches and uncut. I had not come to suck dick, but this big dick was beautiful, so I grabbed it and jacked it a little and watched the foreskin got over his big fat head and the cum starting on his piss slit. The guy gruffly said suck my dick fag. I was no fag, but I followed his instruction and put my mouth on tongue on his beautiful dick and sucked as much as I could but after a few minutes he pulled out and then slipped a brown bottom through and told me to inhale. I uncapped it and took several inhales and then capped it and slide it back trough and his dick slide back through. Now I suddenly was a great or a better cock sucked and took his dick down my throat and gagged on it and sucked and jacked him and after ten minutes he hit the wall and I did not know what that meant but I soon found out it meant he was going to cum and he shot rope after rope in my throat and then slowly pulled out and when his head was almost all the way through he told me to clean up his foreskin and I slide my tongue inside and cleaned his dick head clean of the cum and he pulled out and zipped up and said fag, be here tomorrow at the same time. I sat there wondering how that fucking happened, I had come to get my dick sucked by a fag but here I was impersonating one myself. My dick was still rock hard, and I really needed to get off and I started to jack off and I heard the door to the stall. The same tap of the foot but this time the guy put his fingers to the hole, and I instinctively knew that he wanted me to slip my 8” though the glory hole. I did and he swallowed me and sucked my rock-hard dick and five minutes later I shot my load in his mouth and he swallowed it and sucked my dick trying to get more. I pulled out and zipped up and left without saying a word. It was hot and I knew I wanted to do it again. I had no intention on going back there tomorrow when I headed home to my girl, and I had convinced myself that I would never suck a dude off again but, in my dreams, I was giving two big, dicked guy’s head and I woke up in the morning with dick on my mind. I tried to fight it, but I wound up back at the park ten minutes before the time I was yesterday sitting in the stall waiting for that hot guy to come in. I hard footsteps and then the door latch and the guy pulled down his shorts and dangled his dick at the hole. It was not the same guy and I really wanted him to leave but felt like I had to suck his dick and blow him so the stall would be free for the hot guy. I tapped the hole like the other guy’s dick, and he slide his now hard dick through the hole. It was not huge 7 inches, but fat and I licked and sucked on his dick for five minutes and then the guy shot his load in my mouth, and he quickly pulled out of the hole and pulled up his shorts and left. The door opened and another guy came in. This seemed like my guy, he said fag it looks like you have already swallowed at least one load today. You better suck my dick better then last time you dirty little fag. I cleared my throat and said I will do better, and I am ready. He unzipped and his dick half hard was slipped through the hole, and I began to suck him, and I could tell he liked it, he was moaning. He pulled out just like last time and slipped the poppers through and I hit them and handed them back and he slide his big dick back through and I sucked and licked and made love to his dick until he shot his load in my throat again. He made me clean him again and then he said, good fag. I sent the first guy in here that you sucked and there are two more guys needing head. You will service them and be a good cock sucking fag and be here on Thursday at the same time. Do you understand Fag? I said, yes, I understand. He then zipped up and a 20 second later the door opened and in walked a guy and he unzipped and unbuckled and slide his dick through. The guy had a fat 7 or 7 ½ in dick that he slides through. I sucked his dick and he shot quick. It only took four minutes for him to shoot a huge load on my tongue. The guy had said nothing up to this point, but he pulled his dick out and said swallow my fucking load. I did and he left and 30 seconds later another guy came in and as I peeked through the hole, he was tall and skinny and once he hung his skateboard on the stall wall, I knew he was a young guy. He fished out his big dick and slide it through the hole and the kid had a to have 10” as I sucked him hard it was a hot cut dick average thickness. I sucked him for awhile and then he told me it was his turn. I stood up and stuck my dick through the hole and he just jacked it and then told me to turn around. I was confused and then he said fucking turn around and show me your ass. I pulled out and turned around and showed him my ass and he reached through and said spread your checks and I did, and he spit on his finger and rubbed my hole with his index finger and then pulled me to the hole grabbing my right check. Once there he started licking my ass hole and I could not believe how amazing his tongue felt and then after a few minutes he slide his finger inside me, and bolts of excitement went through my body as he fingered me and then he slides in another. My dick was rock hard and moments later he slides his dick slowly into me as he said don’t fucking move. I knew I should not be letting him do this to me, but I was paralyzed in the pleasure and pain. He fucked me for ten minutes and then I heard hem moan and grunt and knew he was Cumming inside me. He left his dick in me and slowly pulled out and told me to turn around and clean him up. I sucked on his dick and cleaned the cum and ass off his dick and he told me what a good fag I was, and he would breed me soon. What the fuck I though, this should never happen again as I sat waiting for a cock sucker to swallow my load and it was not long before a young dude wondered in, and I was soon shoot my load down his throat. I shook my head as I looked in the mirror and wondered what I had become. I had swallowed three loads, sucked four dick and taken a load in my ass. I am not this guy. I knew I had to days to get right, and I promised myself I would.

A while back, like prolly 6 years or so ago and before i started partying myself 4 yrs ago. I went to my neighbors apt just a few streets north of me to have a group fuck . ( again this wAs all before i started partying and they were ) a while afer i had been there a few new ppl showed up and one was going to be the btm of the group. It was dawson. And as btm vers at the time i was more than willing just to fool around naked with the guys . as the group gets going, sucking , fucking , kissing.etc. I get a tap on my shoulder and Dawson ( mid fuck of course) tells me in my ear, “hey sorry to interrupt the fuck briefly but can i tell you , you have a fantastic ass! I know this is a weird question but could i fuck it sometime? “ yes, i was stunned and stammering and was like yeah sure, id love to have that . We traded numbers and i had to get going . a week or two later after chattinf back and forth briefly in mssgs we set up a time after i got home from work during the week . He came over offered some T which i didnt do at the time (but fuck how i wish i was) we ended up but raw flip fucking and breeding each other .

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...

Last night I met this gay couple at a bar. We got talking and after a while they asked if I was into a threesome.Sure and we went back to there place they we’re both mid forties well built. We went into the bed room and off came the clothes I started to suck the one till I felt the other one feeling my ass. all at once he went in me bare. While I was sucking the one guy I could feel the guy in my ass get tense Then he exploded in my ass while the other one came in my mouth over the night I took several loads in my Ass from both Swallowed two loads and gave several stayed the night and left early am

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."

Well it happened yesterday, I was home alone and posted an ad to suck some cock. I just really love to suck and eat cum. I also like to bottom, but always with a condom. Always. Well this guy replied, got to chatting , he was 52 yr old 6'4" 280 lbs. Showed me a picture of his cock. Nice package to go along with his big frame. He asked about fucking me, I really was looking to suck, but he peaked my interest. So anyway he said he would be over in about an hour. Gave me a chance to shower and clean, just in case. Well he showed up, went to my room and he stripped . His cock looked real good . I had my lube and condom on my nightstand, in case. I was on my knees sucking his big cock, his balls were huge too. I was getting hard, he jumped up on bed ,spread his legs and I got back to work. He stopped me ,told me to come up on his side. We kissed, and he put his hand on my cock . I was feeling real good. While I was laying there he sat between my legs and his cock was on my ass. He kept stroking me, while the tip of his cock was leaking precum all over my hole, I felt real good, I was really wet and he stuck a finger in me, I wanted his cock. I told him I have the lube and Condom on stand. He said don't worry..I was nervous, but he knew what he was doing, he was rubbing his leaking cock on my hole and slipped the head in.his cock was big, but not a big head, it slipped right in. I can't believe how wet I felt, I told him again, please use the condom, he then said don't worry. He was stroking my cock put by legs on his shoulders and slammed his cock all the way inside me. I couldn't stop I felt so good. After a while he stopped and I felt so wet inside I thought he shot his load, I asked he said no, he was just getting started. He told me to stand and put my head on the bed and he fucked me from behind, he them layer on bed on told me to sit on his cock, then he had me lay on the bed with my legs on his shoulders and told me he was going to cum. I asked him to shoot his load on my cock.I didn't want him to cum in me. He shot his very big thick load on my cock as I finished myself and shot a big load. I almost wished he shot inside me. I know precum could carry the virus..I now am thinking of the worst. What do you all think. He told me he was safe, but he had the moves and done this plenty of times.

I never thought that my hiv testing routine was too out of the ordinary or even a turn on it is just how I do it... So both ABS's that I go to are not in my local town, one 20 minutes south, one 20 minutes north. It has been 4 months since I last tested and I have taken quite a few anon loads over the past month to 6 weeks, so I thought I had better test. Have been feeling fine, no symptoms but always want to know where I stand. If you all have my posts you know I am married to a woman, we are sexually active but I just can't get enough cock in my ass or their anonymous loads. So as I always do when I want to test, I headed north because there is a CVS, 1 mile from the ABS. Went into the CVS and purchased an Oraquick, with cash to never leave a trace or paper trail. got back in the car and drove to the ABS an pulled into the parking lot. Opened the oraquick, and performed the test, put it in the console of my truck and set my timer. I grabbed my cash out of the cup holder...bottle of amsterdam poppers and went into the bookstore. Was kinda slow, but found a guy who wanted sucked....I sucked and swallowed his nut (nice thick load) ...I heard another guy go in the booth across the hall so I moved over next to him leaving my door slightly ajar. unzipped and put my pants around my ankles, poppers in hand got on my knees and sucked a sweet uncut cock hard (I love hooded cock),,,,go him sloppy wet and stood up and turned around. I lined his cock up and pushed myself back onto his thick cock. Hit my poppers and took it to the base...soon, I was matching his rhythm. Taking it hard, with his belt buckle hitting the booth wall. In the middle of a hard fuck session, my timer goes off. It was so loud it startled him and he pulled out. I shut my alarm off, and reached thru the hole for his cock. Hit my poppers again and he slid in, all the way to the base with one pump. 5-6 pumps and I heard that sweet sound of "cum grunt" and felt his cock twitch inside me. He filled me up. I quickly pulled up and zipped and opened my booth to leave he was coming out in the hallway and said "wife calling?" referring to my alarm. I said "No, timer for my Oraquick test"...he said "that is fuckin hot". I left and checked the results in my truck, he walked out and coincidentally he was parked next to me. I rolled down my window and said "Negative"....his reply "For Now" He got in his truck and drove away! I LOVE ANON FUCKING AND CUM!!!! And yes, I am negative for now!

Thanks canail for being so prudent. I think I started with the password protection, because I did not know, how the website provider would cope with pozzing stories, including stealth or rape. My stories have always this wicked approach and we see it already on BZ, that not everything is possible anymore - even if it is embedded a fictional story. I remember people messaging me on BZ, saying they loved my stories on one day and then accusing me of putting the wrong ideas into the heads of the guys reading my story lines on another day. Accusing me of encouraging this bad behavior. "I don't want to put any ideas into your head boy.... I would rather put something else into you" But those guys were so afraid.... Pathetic little cock craving sluts. Where were we.... ah yes.... my page.... well, I started a third chapter on 'Just another wasted youth', but never published it, not even on my own site. I said it before and say it again... it was such a great time, writing about the things I enjoy in real life and put it together in stories, that might have happened that way or were changed, because of my twisted mind - but I am not writing at the moment. Well I do sometimes, but only for my own entertainment. The voting and comment section rocked on BZ and it was a kick, to see other guys enjoy the stuff I created. Without the feedback it is only half the fun (actually less) but that's okay. I like the idea, that new readers come to my stories and think... 'wow... nice... oh... too bad it was not finished', instead of: 'damn... that's crap!' Who knows, maybe I will continue writing one day, but the last year was really a bad one.... we all suffered from the situation all over the world. But I lost my little brother also, who died with only 44. I guess, this changed everything for me.... But of course people can contact me via msg for the link to my page and the pw.... no problem. S.

I’ve been getting a lot of loads lately from this Spanish guy Jose who said he only wanted oral . I’ve Probably blown him eight or nine times in the last few weeks that I’ve known him , Usually he just sits back unloads down my throat I leave… Yesterday I went over and his friend Emilio was there. Up to this point he’s been very private but he told me that Emilio is a good friend of hers and he needs the same thing that Jose needs if it’s ok. Of course I dropped to my knees in front of them expecting to swallow two loads. Jose sat back in a chair to watch me service his friend. His friend was a more of a bear and Jose is more like an otter. Emilio used my mouth for a bit and then stepped out for a phone call, Jose told me to come over and start sucking him. When Emilio came back in He started fingering in my ass. I heard a spitting sound and immediately felt it running down my ass as he spread my hole. He must have put a condom on and then entered me.. I was too busy sucking Jose’s dick to tell him I was ok with BB, when I reached back to feel I started peeling back the condom a little at a time in between strokes. I can tell after a while the condom is in my asshole but not on his cock anymore. He’s pumping me hard at this point and telling me how wet I am and it’s never felt this good. By this time Jose cums in my mouth and Emilio cums deep in my ass screaming in Spanish as his cum gushes in my gut.. when emelio climbs off he says ‘oh shit the condoms in your ass.. I came in you raw . I just winked at him and said ‘I know’ Emilio has already called me separately from Jose it says he wants to meet me privately for regular breedings.

I'm not one of those guys that just LOVES getting fucked, the only reason I take dick up my ass is to get the load blasted inside me. Orally, if I'm doing all that work you sure better feed me a load.

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 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.

Chapter 2 As Sir guided me down the stairs, there was a St Andrews cross on the far wall under a dim spotlight, the entire rest of the room was completely dark. He continued to walk me towards the cross and bound my arms and legs apart so I was completely immobile. “Quite the different environment than you are used to boy huh?” Sir said with a bit of a chuckle at the end. “Looks like you are enjoying yourself just fine though considering the pre-cum leaking through your jock” he said as he walked back towards the stairway to turn the rest of the lights. Now that the basement was lit up, I could see everything. Biohazard symbols everywhere, a wall full of jock straps nailed were directly across from me, and there was what looked like torture devices everywhere. “Welcome to your new life, boy” Sir said in a deep voice. “Remember how you had a terrible flu last week? Well, I know that was my virus taking over your body. I’ll have a doctor friend of mine come and confirm, but I’m positive I have knocked you up. I’ve been pumping my unmedicated poz loads into your cunt for weeks.” “What the fuck! You told me you were Neg and on PReP! You even showed me a bottle of it!” I screamed at him while fighting my hardest to break free of the restraints Sir had placed on me. “You idiot, I stole that bottle from the last boy that I had in your place. I knew it would make it easier on my next mark to convince to let me seed his cunt” Sir said laughing while grabbing a marker from the tool box. Sir walked over wrote 19 on the outside of my shoulders. “19” he stated in a firm voice. “You aren’t even boy to me anymore faggot, are relegated to just a number. And from now on, you will refer to me as Master, while anyone I whore you out to you will refer to as Sir. Understood?” “Fuck no, I’m done with this role play, let me go!” “Oh we aren’t role playing anymore 19, you agreed to become mine unconditionally when you put that collar and lock around your neck don’t you remember? This is your next step. It may take you a little bit to fully accept your new place, but I knew from the moment you woof’d me on Scruff that you needed this. And you may want to look down at your jock, you haven’t stopped leaking pre-cum since you’ve been on that cross!” What the fuck! He was right! I felt like my body was betraying me. One head saying to get the fuck out, while the other had never felt more at home. Was I really Poz now? The flu I had last week as the worst I’d ever had, but I had thought it was just because I didn’t get a flu shot this year for the first time. “What, uh what are you planning to do with me, Master?” I mumbled. “Well 19, you see those 18 jock straps in front of you? Those represent the 18 faggots I’ve turned out over the last couple decades. The first 12 are red because they got knocked up by friends of mine as I hadn’t been pozzed yet myself, while the last 6 are black because those are faggots that got knocked up with my virus, and the one thing have in common is they were all converted without their knowledge in this house” “What happened to those boys sir?” I asked. “Well 19, some couldn’t handle their conversion, some have gone on to spread the gift themselves in the same manner, and a couple you’ll be meeting later on tonight as they were able to evolve from just a number to a Master gifter like me.” Fuck, what did he mean by ‘couldn’t handle their conversion’? “Your new life starts now, 19. Time to get you prepared for the rest of your pathetic short life” Sir said as a hood went over my head and I began to feel light headed and then it all went black.

Has anyone made the switch from Atripla to Biktarvy or another medication? I've been on Atripla since being diagnosed almost 20 years ago, and switched to the generic form a couple months ago. Due to some insurance fuckery, Biktarvy is being prescribed since I won't have a co-pay with it. Has anyone had any side-effects due to switching meds? Is it like the break-in period I had with Atripla? Parenthetically, Atripla and I have been partners for so long, this feels like a break up.

First crack at writing, hope you enjoy! Sir - 55 6'5" 200 lbs 10" cut cock Me (boy) - 24 5'6 135 lbs 7" cut cock Chapter 1 It started out like all my other meet ups with Sir. He would summon me to his house and of course I would get there as quickly as possible. Sir would always great me at the door, and then once inside I'd strip for him down to a jock and he'd walk me into his bedroom. He had a four post queen bed so he could tie me down in a multitude of different positions, whatever he was feeling was best for me to serve him in. Sir would always have some type of gear for me; wrist and ankle cuffs were standard, either a ball gag or mouth cage depending on his mood, a leather collar, and sometimes a blindfold. I had been Sir's boy for about a month, and he'd summoned me about 10 times so far. He introduced me to my sub side, that bareback was the only way to fuck, and my place in life was to serve him. I was never happier than when I was bound on Sir's bed with his monster cock either in my forced open mouth or spreading my hole and planting a load deep. With our size difference he was easily able to hit my second sphincter and shoot his load directly into my gut. Sir wasn't usually particularly verbal, he'd give me quick short orders to position me how he wanted, but he grunted like a wild animal when he was shooting his load. He loved that I moaned like a bitch in heat when he was fucking me. As I got out of my Uber to Sir's this time and got to the front door, there was a note for me to go around back through the fence gate and use the back door. Once I got to the back door there was another note telling me to strip down to my jock, and place all my clothes in the trash bag he had left out. I wasn't terribly surprised Sir was changing things up, he had always made comments about taking the "next step" in our relationship. As I put my clothes in the bag I noticed sir had left a thick metal collar with a small lock under the bag, and a note that read "Boy, once you put this collar on you agree to fully submit to me and all I want for you. If you decide not to, I don't ever want to speak or see you again. If you submit, you will wait on all fours in your jock for me." The only thoughts that were going through my head was how I was happiest when Sir had my ass tied down and his cum leaking out my stretched out hole. Of course I stripped down to my jock, put my new collar on, clicked the lock shut, put my clothes in the bag, and waited on all fours like the good boy Sir had expected me to be. A few seconds later Sir opened the door and told me what a good boy I was, and that he knew I'd choose a life of servitude for him. Sir then affixed a leash to the collar and guided me inside, but instead of going to his bedroom he lead me to a door that led to his basement. "I know we've always played in my bedroom boy, but now that you have chosen to submit to me I am going to introduce you to the real playroom of my house." I was rock hard under my jock, and leaking pre-cum. I knew I had made the right choice to fully submit to my Sir, but I had no idea what that really meant. My naive self thought it was just more role-play before Sir and I, but he had different plans, and I was about to find out how twisted my Sir was.

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.

Sure, and there are no Gods, Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy, either. Just the same, they are stories we tell each other to connect, feel less lonely and afraid, see wonder in innocence, and surrender to mystery. They serve a function in society and, although they are wildly variable in the objective good and bad they might engender, I don't think running around decrying them as fantasy is very effective (as we now have daily proof). I'm applying "quod grātīs asseritur, grātīs negātur" to your assertion above as it cuts both ways. I'm experiencing the mystical infusion of a man's seed in my cunt right now.

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.

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.

bred in the woods.. there's a new nudist camp nearby thats open to gay, bi, trans, everyone so went to check out. along the trails was a fuckbench that I climbed on . 5 min later I was bein sputroasted by 4 fellas tagteamin in and out and loaded me up. felt fucking amazeballs.

Today I had a nice and easy fuck in the woods by the fishing lake. Started chatting with a young chubby bearded guy, and next thing I know he's taking my cock raw as I'm fucking him doggy style. He was tight and I could feel his ass grip my cock. I started telling him he was gonna get a big load planted deep, and he really liked hearing that. Soon as he heard me cumming, he started as well. We got our pants back up and hung out for another 30 minutes just talking. I told him it really turned me on that he was going home with my nut in his ass. He laughed a little and said that it was definitely a new experience for him. Of course hearing that made me hard so I came straight home and jerked off again, thinking maybe I just got another son.

I the desperate need for cum, feeling super horny, and nasty. I found my self on the arcade floor licking up a huge load of cum. Made my dick so hard. Then I took a video of me licking up all the cum, and you can see my raging hard on. Not sure why doing nasty shit, like licking some anonymous load off the disgusting arcade floor is such a huge turn on. And taking a video on top of it. The thought is making my dick hard again now. Maybe some of you have some insight on why we get so damm turned on by this.

I slept for hours, finally being woken by the amount of light in the bedroom. I soon needed an urgent piss, and as I got up, donned the now rather used leather jockstrap I had left on the floor, and headed for the bedroom door I noticed a real ache in my rear end. Those guys the previous night had really done a number on me. While I urinated, some of the things Gus and Steve said to me the night before went back through my head and I felt a significant churn in my stomach at the prospect of what might await me. If anything I was more nervous about this next stage than I had been about getting pozzed, presumably because they clearly intended to change how I looked and that wasn't going to be something I could just hide from friends and family back home. I stood at the toilet for a while after my flow had finished, before drawing a couple of deep breaths, washing my hands and then heading downstairs. I was only wearing the jockstrap, but assumed there would be no issue with that. Gus and Steve were in the kitchen drinking coffee, and both looked up at me and smiled as I came in. "Morning" said Gus. "You sleep well boy?" "Hi" I replied. "Yes sir." "Good lad" said Steve. "Ready for the day?" asked Gus, giving me a sly smile. "I don't know" I replied. "What will you be...be doing to me Sir?" I continued. "Nothing you don't want" said Steve, giving me a more gentle look than Gus was. "We'll be taking you to a few places, giving you a few options, and then you can decide for yourself." I nodded and looked down at the floor. "What sort of places?" I asked. "Just wait and see" said Gus. "Now" said Steve, getting up and heading across the room, "you can't go out like that, so Aid has dropped these over for you." He handed me a cloth bag, which when I looked inside appeared to have some of my clothes. "He also left this for you" said Steve, turning round and picking up a box off the counter that he also then handed to me. I opened it up to reveal another smaller, flatter box inside, which seemed pretty fancy and heavy. I opened it up, to be confronted with the largest silver chain I had ever laid eyes on. "Wh..." I mumbled, looking up at the two of them. "Don't ask us" said Steve. "He told us it was a gift for you from an admirer." I plonked the box down and lifted the chain out, only then realising just how heavy it was. At least an inch wide, it had to weigh a kilo or more. "Well" said Gus, "you better put it on." I hesitated, and then undid the boxy clasp and put it around my neck and re-secured it. It felt so heavy, but also so good. "Sexy stuff" said Steve, winking at me. "Someone must really have a thing for you." I turned towards the oven to get a bit of a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, and loved what I saw. I had never worn any jewellery, nor even thought about doing so, but I was immediately taken with how this beast of a chain looked on me. Gus had begun rummaging through both boxes the gift had been in, but then turned towards me and shrugged. "No card, no nothing" he said. "But someone you've put out for must really have wanted to see you in this." I stood gazing at my reflection for a bit longer, before I felt a sharp slap on my exposed buttcheeks. "Enough of the self-loving" said Steve as he bounced away from me. "Get some proper clothes on over that jockstrap, then have something to eat. The coffee's hot." About an hour later I had eaten, and was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a tight black tank top, whilst the new chain was on full display. We then headed out in their car again, driving a little while to a set of shops on a quiet road in some part of the city I didn't recognise. I still didn't have my mobile phone, so remained in the dark once more about where on earth in Sydney I was, something I was getting used to as I largely just did what the guys told me to. After parking the car we wandered up to a tattoo parlour, which hadn't yet opened so we paused on the pavement outside to have a cigarette. In time the owner appeared on the other side of the door to turn over the Open sign, and then we went in. "G'day Gus, Steve" said the owner, a big bear of a man wearing a muir cap. "What can I do for you today?" "This is the friend we called you about the other day" replied Gus. "He's here to see what you're proposing." "Ah, I thought so" replied the owner, looking me up and down. "Got yourself a bit of a stud this time. Well, let's get to it then." This time, I thought, as we headed through a curtain into a back room. Clearly I wasn't the first to be going on this journey. The owner walked over to an island desk, and pulled out a portfolio from a shelf below it. He opened it up at a certain page, and then turned it around towards me. I slowly walked over to see a series of sketches on a generic man's body of an array of tattoo art, including some designs on the upper arms and lower legs. However, what really caught my attention were the sketches from the front and back, the former showing a large biohazard design on one of the pecs, whilst the back one had a scorpion design below the neck and then fairly large letters on the upper buttocks spelling out CUM DUMP. My eyes must have widened significantly, as both Gus and Steve started laughing. "What do you think, boy?" chuckled Gus. "I..." I mumbled, unable to really form words. Was this really what they wanted to put on me? Could I say no? Did I even want to say no? Why was my dick getting hard? "You don't have to say yes or no now" said Steve. "What Irwin here is going to do is draw on some of this with a marker so you can see how you feel about it for a few days. Then, if you want it, you can get his brother in London to actually ink it in when you get home." I stood there staring at the images, before a wave of calm mixed with euphoria rushed over me. "No" I said. "No?" asked Gus. "No marker" I said quietly. "I want the needle." I'm not sure where this was coming from, but I also knew I was sure about it. Maybe it was a rash decision, but as I stood there looking at the sketches of some generic man, I somehow realised who I was and what I needed to be. I *was* a cumdump. I *was* probably well on my way to being poz. Why not just be that man? "Are you sure?" asked Steve, who looked a little ruffled as I turned to face him. "You don't have to." "No, I want to" I said, then turning to the man whose name I now knew was Irwin. "When can we start?" "Blimey boy, you don't beat around the bush do you?" he replied. "Well, I've got no bookings this morning so we can start right now. But it will take a few sittings to get it all done." "Fine" I said, maintaining eye contact with him. "Let's start on my arse and then work through the rest from there." My sudden and unexpected determination was clearly not something any of them had been prepared for, but things soon moved on and Irwin got me prepped to begin. Gus and Steve hung around for a bit, but decided to head on out to pick up some of the other things they had initially planned just to show me, given I was clearly up for a big change. Getting tattooed hurt, there's no denying it, but I barely flinched or uttered a noise as Irwin began to transform my smooth, tanned, unadulterated skin. By the end of a marathon session he had adorned my behind with its permanent advert to other men, the outline of the scorpion on my upper back was mostly done, and he'd even made a start on my arms. The biohazard would come when I had truly converted. Gus and Steve picked me up later on, and took me to another place in some other suburb. There, while working around my need to not sit down on the new letters stamped on my behind, my ears were pierced and big silver studs put in them, and my nipples got the same treatment. It all hurt like fuckery, but I seemed not to care. From there we went home, and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in various positions trying to get comfortable, smoking to deal with my restlessness, and eventually riding their cocks and taking their viral loads in a bid to feel something more pleasurable. By the time I went to bed my head was somehow both numb and super busy. In the space of a couple of days I had gone from being a hot young guy with any future he wanted ahead of him to someone who was permanently marked as a poz cumdump slut both on the outside and, probably soon, the inside as well. How would anyone at home ever understand? Would I even be able to resume any degree of normal life? Would I be rejected by everyone I knew and loved? These thoughts, and the pain in various parts of my body, plagued me for hours until sleep took me and I passed out.

I awoke later in the day while it was still light outside, and spent a few confused moments wondering where I was. However, as I noticed the leather accessories I was still wearing and the ache in my rear end, it all came flooding back to me. Yes, I had really spent the night in a dingy warehouse sex club, taking load after load of toxic cum. My stomach churned at the thought, and yet my dick started to harden again. I lay in the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as I processed everything in my head. Although it hadn't entered my mind since I had arrived in Sydney and resumed my role as Peter and Aidan's personal cumdump, I now knew that all prospects for going back to my old life were gone. I was never again going to be the popular, hunky, athletic jock with a string of girlfriends and female suitors. I was never again going to be the alpha. But, I found myself wondering, did I really care? Was that ever who I actually wanted to be? Sure, I loved being athletic and sporty, and I seemed to be both comfortable and happy making lots of friends and being popular. However, maybe the girlfriends thing was me just playing a role. Maybe my ever-present curiosity about what it would be like to be with a man indicated that it was really a suppressed desire. The willingness with which I had submitted in the Whitsundays, the cock hunger I had exhibited as I made my way around the country, and the peace and calm I had felt while living with the guys in their apartment and taking several loads a day all seemed to indicate that my true nature had now been found. After realising that I could still be the popular sporty guy if I wanted, but just one who lived a different kind of life to all the colour-by-numbers types who normally inhabited that role, I felt at peace and ready to face whatever the rest of the day was going to hold. I therefore hauled myself out of the bed, opened the door and wandered off to see what the rest of this house was like and who exactly the two kind-faced gents were who had brought me back here after participating in my gang-pozzing. As it happened there didn't seem to be anyone about, but I found a note that had been left for me on a table by the front door. I was invited to make myself comfortable, eat or drink anything I wanted from the kitchen, and get myself cleaned up in the guest shower room by the back door whenever I fancied. A loose-fitting pair of shorts and a tank top had been left for me in there, so after having a couple of glasses of water I took up their offer and had a long, hot shower. Sensing that it was expected of me, I also detached the shower head and used the hose to get my innards cleaned out. Once all dried off and dressed in the clothes they had left, I made my way out into their little back garden to smoke a cigarette from the pack that had been left with the note. I was sat at a chair in the kitchen eating some scrambled eggs on toast I had made when the two guys came back from wherever they had been, about half an hour after I had got up. They were both shorter than me and a bit chubby, with a range of tattoos visible on their limbs and each sporting a significant piercing or two. The one with a big nose ring introduced himself as Gus, while his partner with the chunky hoop earrings told me he was called Steve. They told me they were friends of Peter and Aidan's, and had been hearing about me since the other two had got back from Queenslands. "I hope you're feeling well rested" said Gus, "you have a long night ahead of you." "Yes sir" I replied, sensing I should maybe adopt the submissive role. "Good boy" said Steve, "it's right that you should know your place now." "Yes sir" I replied again. "What will I be doing tonight?" "Tonight, boy, you're going alfresco" said Gus. "Alfresco?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Steve. "There's a special place by the river where you'll be the star attraction tonight." "We've put a couple of little bootie calls out for you" said Gus, "and there will be plenty of others passing by who will want a piece of you." I looked between them, and then down at the floor. "Sir...will they all be pozzing me?" I asked. Gus laughed. "I can't vouch for all of them boy, but the guys we've invited along are definitely very toxic." "Plus you'll get a few more loads from each of us, and we practically have AIDS" laughed Steve. I visibly winced at that last comment, while continuing to stare at the floor. "Don't be scared boy" said Gus, coming over to me and rubbing my back. "From what Pete and Aid have told us, this is who you are meant to be. But that doesn't mean you can't go on meds when we've finally converted you, just like they have. You can be a perfectly normal, healthy jock, who just happens to be a poz cumdump." I nodded again. "Thank you sir" I said quietly. "I think that's what I want." "OK, good" said Steve. "Well, we'll focus on getting you pozzed, and then Pete and Aid can talk to you about the rest before you go home." Despite all this talk of me knowingly and deliberately catching this disease, their comforting words seemed to sort out the muddle in my head, at least temporarily. We then spent the next couple of hours sat in the garden chatting, smoking, eating and drinking, and I found that I actually really liked the pair of them. I was actually feeling grateful that I got to be taken care of by them during this journey I was on. Once night had fallen they decided we better get ready, which involved little for me other than another clean-out and then putting back on the leather jockstrap from last night to wear under the loose shorts. Gus and Steve changed completely so that they were back in leathers, and then they proceeded to spray me from head to toe with insect repellent. "We want you pozzed, not eaten alive" said Gus as he rubbed the stuff up my inner thighs. "You'll also want to get some of this inside you" said Steve, handing me a tube of lube. "Once the guys get started on you later, you'll only have their loads to lube you." I duly squirted some out and rubbed it into my hole, then pulled my shorts back up and slipped the tube into one of the pockets. I then put on a pair of flip-flops Gus threw on the floor for me, and headed out the door with them into what appeared to be a quiet suburb. This time they walked me to fairly conservative looking car rather than the van they'd brought me home in last time, meaning I got to enjoy the view out the window as we drove. Sitting in the back seat I was also able to quietly finger and loosen myself up, adding more of the lube to really get myself ready. I didn't know Sydney enough to recognise anything for quite a while, so was still just as in the dark about where their house was as I had been the night before. However, at some point we were suddenly close to a big stadium that I realised meant we had reached the former Olympic Park, and from there it was only a bit more driving into increasingly quiet areas before we stopped at a giant, deserted car park and got out. From there it was a bit of a trek through some trees and fields until we arrived at a spot near the water that seemed to be completely secluded, with the only people around being three guys who seemed to be waiting for our arrival. "Here he is boys" announced Gus, as he and Steve led me towards an old mattress that had a large barrel standing next to it. "Get him over the barrel" one of the men said, which resulted in Steve urging me towards it. We stopped just in front of it, and he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, encouraging me to step out of them. He left the tank top on me, and I bent forward to rest my hands on the barrel. "OK boys" said Steve, "get to pozzing!" So my night truly began...

Chapter 3 After who knows how long, I came to. Sir had added to my attire of a thick metal collar and ankle/wrist cuffs with a chastity cage around my now soft cock, and a ball gag in my mouth. Sir had also moved me as I was no longer attached to the cross but was bound to a fuck bench with my head propped up and legs spread enough to make it easy to access my cunt. Sir noticed I had woken and shone a bright light in my face and then all of the sudden my phone appeared. Fuck! Sir had been able to unlock my phone with my face and now had complete access to my entire life! “Next step 19 is to make sure you leave your entire past life behind you, and I think a few pictures to your entire contact list should do the trick” Sir said menacingly. There were a few flashes from behind as Sir took some pics of me from behind, and then from the front. “Alright 19, I’ll be a nice Master and let you pick which picture goes out first, then second, but you have to pick a forward AND a rear facing otherwise I’ll take send videos I’ve got saved from our previous fucks, remember the one I got you to beg for my daddy cock and even asked if I had some friends who could join? I bet that would make it really clear to your family you’ve always been just a cum whore.” As Sir scrolled the pictures in front of me, I noticed he had marked up the small of my lower back with a biohazard tattoo, wrote ALL LOADS across my spread ass cheeks. But that wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as the pictures of me, clear as day bound to this bench with a ball gag and number 19 on both shoulders. Sir removed the ball-gag so I was able to tell him my choices. “I guess these 2 Sir” I mumbled. “Well done 19, now you will always know that YOU picked the photos that showed your family what your true self is.” And then it happened, ding after ding of text messages received on my phone, and Sir just laughed and laughed. “Don’t worry 19, I’ll spare you the embarrassment of what these texts say, but know that they worked exactly as designed, you won’t be hearing from anyone again.” Tears began falling down my face. Whatever hope I had that this was just more role play is confirmed to be gone. Sir had completely erased my entire life in an instant. “Remember 19, you chose to submit fully to me. No use crying over the fact you didn’t truly realize what that meant. I had you pegged for this from the start and knew I’d have you in this exact position, it was only a matter of time. You’ve told me numerous times that you were happiest under my control when you came over, well 19, you ARE under my control now, complete total control. Your freedom is gone and your true calling has been bestowed upon you.” Do I accept my new life Sir has given me? Do I try to plan an escape? Even if I did escape, what life was waiting for me now?

I’m Rick, 5ft 7, with a small waist and an edible bubble butt. I had just turned 30 and was still single. I’d spent most of my 20’s hooking up and having meaningless relationships, that never went anywhere. I was on all the usual sites and ignored most of the cruises and oinks I had gotten, that is until I received a message from ‘Daddy’; “I’ve had my eye on you for a while boy” There was no picture or any details on the profile so I ignored the message, throwing my phone on to my bed, it lit up again. He had sent his location, it was a hotel in the centre of town. Too much effort, I thought. I spent my evening tidying up and was about to jump into a shower when I got another message. This guy can’t take a hint. “Daddy is waiting.” My cock stirred, I hadn’t been fucked by a Daddy in a while. I decided to seize the moment. After having a quick shower and cleaning out, I soon found myself trying to find a parking spot in the city centre. I approached the hotel and sent a message. “I’m here. Daddy” “Room 602” I made my way to the elevator and hit the 6, noticing it was the top floor. My pulse began to quicken. I didn’t know what this guy looked like or anything about him. Only that he was ‘Daddy’ and waiting. I made my way along the corridor, there weren’t many doors. I raised my hand to knock the door when it flung open. Before me stood one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. He towered over me at at least 6ft. He had a full head of silver hair, neatly combed back and piercing blue eyes. He must have been in his 50’s. He was wearing a full 3 piece suit and had a noticeable bulge was growing at his crotch. Lucky me, or so I thought. I had barely a seconds warning, before he reached out grabbed me and I was pinned up against the closed door. It didn’t take much for him to overpower me, he had his arm against my neck and was forcing his had into my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He smiled and his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. “Such a good boy.” His hand found my hardening cock, and he was wanking me off quickly. I couldn’t move, and could feel myself getting closer to cumming. I looked into his eyes pleadingly and when I went to speak he kissed me. My cock erupted, cum shot all over the both of us, even reaching up and marking his tie. “My boy should be focused on me, now you don’t have any distractions. Follow me” What the fuck had just happened, I was seeing stars. I slipped my shorts off and kicked them to the side in the hallway, along with my shoes. I followed him with my own cum running down my legs. This wasn’t a hotel room, it was a suite. He took me through a sitting room and dining room before I seen the bed, which was huge. This guy was rich. “I’m Rick” I said nervously as he turned to look at me, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “I know who you are Rick. I’ve seen you online, you’re not always on but enough to know you’re not in a relationship.” I shook me head, unable to find me words, he was down to his shirt and tie now, my eyes glanced at his tie, he undid the knot and handed it to me. “You see, I’ve been looking for that special boy. Daddy has an appetite and that ass of yours has been calling out to me.” His shirt was now resting gently on the back of a chair and his mature hands were unbuckling his belt. My cock gave a small jerk. His body was solid tattoos ran across his chest down his arms and on his abdomen, grey hair ran from his sculpted pecs down his abs to his crotch. I was mesmerised. As he walked towards me his smile faded. “Come closer boy, you’re here for Daddy to enjoy.” I stepped towards him and that’s when he dropped his trousers. I audibly gasped. “Most boys don’t think it’s real, or are too scared. You never even asked me for a pic.” His cock was huge, not just long but thick, beer can thick. It was pierced too. My ass clenched in fear. I’d never seen a cock that big in person, and rarely in porn. I took a deep breath. Daddy was now completely naked and took my hand as he lay me on the bed. He kissed me deeply for a long time, holding me tightly to him as we did. After some time I noticed the wall was completely mirrored, I could see this large muscle man dwarfing my slender pale body on the bed. I was on my back with legs pushed back, my freshly shaved hole was completely exposed. Crack! Daddy had smacked my ass cheek with his hand and whistled. “Such a fucking beautiful hole boy, Daddy is going to claim this and no one will ever fill you the way I do.” I jerked my body from him slightly, “Are you neg, or on treatment?” I blurted out, I felt proud that I had found some sensibility in amongst all the lust. “Trust me boy” His blue eyes where burning down at me, I fumbled to find words and just as I went to speak he thrust my legs up and apart and buried his tongue into my hole. “Yes Daddy” I moaned in pleasure as he devoured me. He ate my ass for so long and in so many different positions I was desperate for his cock, I hadn’t even touched it yet. He made sure to keep it away from me, purely working on my ass. A drawer next to the bed was slid open. I was handed a bottle of poppers, and the tie I had once came on. It was wrapped around my eyes, blindfolding me. My legs were on his shoulders, I could feel the cold of the piercing tickling my hole. The poppers were under my nose and I took several deep hits. Daddy’s body was pressed into mine, I couldn’t move under his weight. Then he spoke in a husky whisper into my ear. “Daddy is going to put a rag of poppers over your nose and mouth. It will help you relax, once I start I won’t stop until I cum. No breaks son, this is how Daddy shares his love” I was high off the poppers already and so horny from all the ass eating that I nodded in agreement, unaware of what I was saying yes to. He gently worked the tip of his massive cock into my ass, making sure the cold piercing was inside me. I moaned and struggled to adjust to the girth. I felt so stretched, but wanting it. “Lube please” I groaned as he tried to push deeper into me. His cock was dry and my hole felt like it was burning. He leaned back and spat on his cock, or at least made the sound of spitting, I couldn’t see. Then as my moaning increased he placed the rag over my face, pressing it into me as he pushed harder and deeper into my raw hole. “Oooh fuck boy, Daddy has got a big load for you tonight. Now open that hole for me. That’s it, you’re taking it all, one way or another.” The pressure kept increasing and my body felt like it was being split in two, I was beginning to moan and struggle with the pain. He didn’t stop, or slow down. My cries seemed to make him harder, he took what he had of his cock out of my hole with a pop. He flipped me over and had my nose over a bottle of poppers and the tip of his cock at my hole again. I heard him take a deep huff and then, without warning, the rag was forced onto my face and his hand was pulling my body backwards arching my back. In the same motion he slammed his cock into me. I moaned and screamed into his hand, but it only made my hole feel more open every time I took a breath. I was spun and my ass was on fire; “Good boy, you’ve nearly taken half of it. Now tell Daddy you want more” I couldn’t talk, I could barely think. A hard slap fell on my ass and an inch more of his cock slid into me. “Oh so I have to get rough with my boy for him to take all of my Daddy meat. Have it your way” I tried to express that my answer was no, slow down, stop, anything other than the word more. I thought I was an experienced bottom but nothing had ever felt like this. My body was completely drenched in sweat and my ass cheeks were stinging after being brutally slapped, when Daddy said. “About 2 thirds in, you’re such a good boy. Now that was the easy part. I want you to feel my balls against your hole as they empty inside you” I was on my back and the poppers had been doing the trick, I felt comfortable, albeit very full, but did enjoy the fuck. Once I had adjusted to it. Daddy was building up pace but I knew he wasn’t fully inside me yet, I was hoping my hole would naturally stretch to accommodate him, but he was just too big. I felt him lean forward and reposition himself. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply, holding my body as he started to fuck his cock into my hole with just force. I broke the kiss to scream and blacked out. “Hey boy, come back to Daddy. Time to wake up. I have a load of cum for you” It took my eyes a moment to adjust, he had removed the tie. “Third time you’ve came to, don’t pass out on me again, that’s it. Look at you, you’re so open. Feel that, my balls are right next to that hole. I’m going to flood you boy. You want Daddy to claim you? Make you his piggy?” I was so disorientated, my ass was being plowed by this man and all I could think was “Yes Daddy, cum in me. I want to be your boy” We kissed, hard. The pain was brutal and as his cock swelled to cum I nearly blacked out again. “Oh no you don’t. Look at Daddy. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His hand was holding my face and we locked eyes as he continued the assault on my ass, my eyes glanced down and that was the first I’d seen it. A biohazard tattoo, my insides ran cold, at that same moment he started to really slam into me. “SUCH. A. GOOD. FUCKING. BOY. TAKE. DADDYS. TOXIC. SEED. ARGHHH.” He roared. I could feel it, all of it. He worked his cock half way out my hole and began to churn his load inside me, while he took my cock and worked me to another quick and very intense orgasm. I was catching my breath, my ass still being worked on, when I blurted; “You’re poz. You never said. You should have told me” He rammed his cock full force back into me, I screamed as he lowered his face inches from mine, his eyes burning into me. “You never asked me boy, you were too greedy to ask. You knew that Daddy was waiting and that you were here for my pleasure. And I think, by the amount of blood on the sheets you’re probably poz now too, but Daddy will make sure it takes before you leave.” He withdrew from my ass and my legs fell to the bed with a thud, but he quickly worked a but plug into me before I dared to object. “Best get some rest, I’ve meetings from 9am tomorrow. I’m not as gentle, if I’m grumpy.” I looked over at him, taking him all in. Fuck he was hot and those eyes were hypnotising but I pleaded my case, “I should go, I drove earlier, my car is…” but he cut me off, his eyes glinting “Boy it is now 5am, you’ve been here for 7 hours, you can’t drive without rest. And anyway, you’re mine now.”

Age is a number not a prison sentence. I don't even think about my age because I don't feel, look at it or act it. That being said, I'm an active outdoors type of guy with a great sense of humor. Looking for someone who's adventurous, and outgoing like myself, so like-minded guys who can move twice in the same second say "Hi" and let the games begin! No time for couch potatoes, slugs or homebodies. Anyone?

What follows is a barely fictional account of my pozzing. Things have been simplified a tad, and names have been changed to protect the guilty 😉 Part 1 I had been speaking with a guy who claimed to be poz for a while. Then the conversation slowed, before stopping completely. Was it my fault I thought. I had a magical ability to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. But that is the way things are online, what is hot quickly chills. I just moved on and forgot about him. Just after Christmas, I got a text. "Still interested in getting pozzed? If so call me when you get this message." I had just left the supermarket, and was making my way home. As I did, my mind raced... Who was this? Was it for real. Getting home, I poured myself a beer and sat down. Nervously I looked at the message, but then pushed to call that number I didn't know. My heart was pumping like crazy. In a way I hoped there would be no reply, but after a few rings my call was answered. "Glad you called. I wasn't sure you would.", in a deep, assured tone, "we spoke a while ago, then something came up. Sorry. Anyway, one of my poz sons is moving in the New Year so I have a vacancy. Interested?" Before I could reply he added, "I will send you my address tomorrow. Get to my house by 7pm, and we can talk things through and get started." He then hung up. I didn't sleep much that night, I was wired. Even wanking didn't ease horniness and anxiety I felt. It was a lot to take in. Who was he? Was he for real? Was I sure I wanted to convert? Would he message me as he said? I kept checking my phone way too much the next afternoon. Then, just before 3pm his message came - his address, followed by 'ONLY COME IF YOU ARE SURE ABOUT THIS'. Just after 6pm I left the house, still not convinced, but too intrigue and horny to not go. I arrived early, so did at circuit round the streets near his flat. Just before 7pm, hand shaking, I rang the bell. The buzzer hummed and pushed the door open, climbing the first flight of stairs. The door at the top of it opened as I got to it. The figure at the door was washed in a bright light from behind. He was older than me, maybe late fifties, cropped hair, and a couple thick earrings. He was in good shape. He looked me up and down, then said, "You'll do. Come in." As the door clicked, he grabbed me, and started snogging me. It was quite a shock. But my cock soon told me that that is was also very hot... TO BE CONTINUED

A cheating fetish. I couldn't help this side of me. It wasn't me that cheated. I'd long since realized in my early 20s that I was never going to be the relationship type. Nothing got me hotter, harder, or hornier than making a guy cheat. Watching his eyes while he begged for me with his stupid boyfriend, husband, or whatever they call it was back home. I'm 38 years old 6'1 198 17% body fat. I'm the DILF at the gym you can't help eyeing. I wear muscle shirts to show off and i make the boys blush, gay or straight. Black hair crew cut full trim beard. Hairy legs some hairy chest, all masc, all man. But my real pride and joy. The thing that makes the boys go weak at the knees. I have a 9.2 in dick that is 6.1 inches in circumference uncut thick dripping dick. i love letting my fat monster cock just hang and work weeks on training cheating boys to worship and become addicted to it till the relationships they go back to and the relationships they have after the inevitable breakup will never compare. When I was 28 years old I tested positive for HIV. This opened my eyes to the world of domination: bringing cheating boys home now was not just home wrecking, it was a life changing experience that would follow each guy as a constant reminder that he had betrayed common sense, that he had submitted to me and virus. He was essentially nothing more than a begging cums slut who's nature controlled his destiny. For me, it wasn't just sex. It was a sadistic communion. Every secret meeting. The build up to the eventual fuck. and finally the night of repeated breeding till they had no doubt in their mind that when they limped away the late hours of the next day they were carrying the virus home with them forever. Ram and Joseph I found Ram and Joseph in the most benign place you could meet a young gay couple. Facebook. With the lists of boys who added me from the gym and next towns over asking for workout advice and sometimes more, these two sexy Latin boys appeared in the people you may know. It was Joseph's profile picture that attracted me. The two boys sitting side by side on the beach smiling. I added him, and then found Ram tag and added him as well. The boys were so perfect together. Joseph was 24 years old. 5'6. 160 lbs. He was a cute little smooth Latin stud. light tan skin. full lips. light brown hair. Ram was 28, very studly, 5'10 175 or so. Not as fit as his twinkish boyfriend but still so goddamn devourable, and my sights were set on him. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back in his skull as I filled him with poz cum. It turned out that Ram worked at the local mall and I suddenly discovered the need for some new clothing, so the very next day I dropped by the mall and took time eyeing the store from afar until I saw him, dressed smartly, wearing a cute hat and form fitting jeans. Now was time for the approach. Waiting to see him bent over a pile of clothes when I stood close behind him. "Can I get some help" I said slightly louder than necessary enjoying watching Ram jump. "Oh, hey man I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He couldn't help but look me over. the gay boy in him, that cock hunger that is in all gay boys like Ram and Joseph flickering behind his eyes. "Let me get someone to help you. " He said trying to regain some managerial composure. "No" I said bluntly. "No?" "Look I seen the kids you got working for you, they're great i'm sure. But you're the manager and you look like you actually have some style." He smiled sheepishly, even pathetically, at my half assed compliment. "Show me around," I proposed. "Sure man...sir." He said trying to regain his professionalism and overcome the obvious interest. "Honestly you already look like you are pretty good, but we'll see what we can get." He walked me around the store and I took my time trying on different things. and we got to talking. He was only the assistant manager (boring). He'd been trying to level up (boring). He was trying to go back to school (boring). He had plans for himself and his boyfriend (ding!) "You're gay?" I asked innocently "Yeah, but you knew that," he remarked, adding "you added us on facebook." "You recognized me?" I smiled to myself "A hot guy adds my boyfriend. Yeah, I'll pay attention," he replied. We were already near the dressing room and the moment was too opportune to pass up. I removed my shirt just before walking in. with the door still open I turned around and asked "So, you like what you see?" His eyes flickered up and down and his mouth hung just slightly open. He smiled, looked away and returned to look me up and down, finally responding "Cocky much?" "Only if the audience approves" I responded. He remained quiet for much of the rest of my visit trying to busy himself with other customers. I bought several things and left. Two weeks later, I returned to return some of my rusefully purchased merchandise, but during those two weeks I decided to go on a ripping season for my workout posting plenty of progress photos. Ram started testing the limits likeing, then adding playful comments, then finally he messaged me asking Can you offer me workout tips? I smiled when the message came in and replied What did you want to know? How in the hell can I look like you? Long and hard work son. You willing to put in the time? hahahaha! Yes sir Good boy. I'll drop by the store. I need to return a few things, I can bring you some stuff to help. I returned the items. Dropped off some supplements, we chatted about the gym and, if he ever wanted it, I offered some personal training at my home gym. Ram practically jumped at the idea, but there was hesitation in the back of his mind that revealed itself when he finally remarked "I love Joseph." "Your point?" "I just don't want there to be any confusion. I'm just trying to look better for him," he replied. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him saying "Rambo, stop worrying we're gonna have fun." And inside my jeans my dick jumped and drooled thinking of Ram's ass slowly opening up and begging for my raw load.

My handle was taken from Alladin’s lamp so you might see that I value the story telling qualities of fables and exaggerated lore. I know there is usually no danger in believing such things, but facts and fantasy dance together here on BZ. They both belong.

Sadly at the bathhouses, find way too many guys that just want to edge in you, and not breed you. The odds of others seem to get better after the first load is in though. Don't get me wrong, I love getting fuckt, bur when I don't get the reward, I wonder why?

When I'm getting fucked, I expect to be bred... That's what my hole is for... I agree that it's unsatisfying, it happened last weekend, and I'm still kinda cranky about it...

i was om atripla for years....2 years ago i switched to genvoia....no problems at all

I was a undergrad workstudy coksukr at a large urban university bak in the 1970s. I found a few hot bathrooms with a broad clientele of cox - pedestrians, faculty, staff, students. And I craved giving honor and service to them all then and there. My workstudy job often sent me up to the registrar offices near one academic hall whose 3rd floor mens room was outfitted with a gloryhole. This became my temple as I volunteered to handcarry anything up to that office so I could duck in and serve the dix. also, in the basement level of the building I worked in, was the office of the custodians on duty. One janitor guy, a Dominican, in industrial green worker trousers that clung to his crotch real well, with a pockmarked face, shaved sides of his head, and enormous mat of tight black curls on top of his head, - so kinda weird looking - but sooooo fukn sexy in that latino way - he had a schedule that kinda coincided with my own. And he had a respectably huge dik to boot. Which this cokpig cant resist Well actually this cokpig cant resist getting down on the knees to serve most dix with the reverence and focused attentions which are their due… i digress but I love meat if i saw that he was on duty, i would wait for the corridor to be empty, then i would rub myself silly til my dik was broadcasting straight along my thigh in my tight faded bluejeans so i could parade my groin slowly by the open office door to catch his eye. I sukd his cok so many times in so many nooks and cranies of that building - whose access he had by. Virtue of the keys. I fukn loved his cok. I remember it with delight to this day. And he knew his way around sukn the cox himself. He could empty me in minutes - unfortunately - cause I really wanted his sukjob to last a bit longer than i could manage i am sooo glad to have known his dik for the 4 years i was there. What prize meat

As a submissive bottom, I is usually more important to me that the top is satisfied. However, to me it doesn't really count as sex if i don't get a load in me - either down my throat or in my ass. It's just unfulfilling, the same way condom sex is unfulfilling. To me i don't think it means anything other than that this particular sex wasn't the best and to try again.

incredible story

once you are active enough, you will be able to message him and he will send you a link and a password if he chooses to do so. I believe he sends them to everyone that asks, but do not know that for sure. I do not feel comfortable personally handing them out, since he would not have a password protected website if he did not wish to control who access it.

As my first post, I'll start with a humble introduction to my boypussy. Hello 👋🏻🐷

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.

Fucking hot scene. Had a similar experience once and still jo while remembering that

Chapter 6: The First Transcendence Tyler walked down the street, hair disheveled, clothes a mess, sweaty, and obviously looking like he had just finished some ravaging sex. Adam and Aaron lived in a much better part of town, so whereas Tyler and Brandon’s shit area he would have fit into fairly easily, not so much here. He looked trashy. He was getting looks and stares, like he was a street whore. He felt the cum slowly begin to work its way from his ass down his taint. Soon, it would start to dribble down his legs. Something about that made him feel good and yet it felt wrong and embarrassing. Again the force of the wrongness of everything was winding up his sexual urges, and he hated himself for it, which then further reinforced his growing horniness. Reality set in and Tyler started thinking that walking down the street with cum beginning to run down his super skinny legs and a growing hardon in his tight shorts, already looking like a whore, was probably not going to be good for him. He started to panic. As he crossed between two buildings a had reached out, grabbing his tiny arm, and pulling him forcefully into the alley. The person was incredibly rough. Immediately he had a hood over his had, his body slammed into the brick of the building, and hand covering his mouth, pushing the fabric of the hood firmly into his mouth. Tyler was terrified, but he felt that trying to scream would make things worse. Tyler began to feel a hand groping him, his hardon began to pulse. Terrified and still horny, he felt instant relief when the voice spoke. “My Tyler”, the monotone voice said. It was Jax, Tyler had memorized that voice. The hood was lifted off his face, revealing his love. Tyler leaned in to kiss Jax, without even thinking. Jax did not move. Tyler pulled back, feeling confused, yet entranced by those beautiful animal eyes. “Jax I’ve been thinking about you every moment!” Tyler exclaimed. Jax nodded, almost in a pondering manner. A deviant smile barely appeared, “And were you thinking about me when you committed the infidelity you just completed?” Tyler felt frozen. How did Jax know that? Was he watching him? How the literal hell would he know? Jax’s had was already on Tyler’s upper thigh, and beginning to get covered in Adam’s cum that was leaking from Tyler’s fresh slut hole. Jax pulled his hand away, bringing it up to Tyler’s mount. “Eat your cheater’s cum”, Jax ordered. Tyler freaked. He didn’t know if Jax was spying on him, he was in an alley, but still anyone could see from either side. He was still ridiculously turned on, but he pulled away. “This isn’t very private…” Tyler started. “I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK. AND NEITHER DO YOU. IF YOU JUST DECIDED TO BE A SLUT LIKE YOU WERE, YOU CAN LICK HIS CUM FROM YOUR ASS OFF MY HAND. NOW.”, Jax was incredibly firm. Tyler reached out to touch Jax while he began to let Jax’s cummy hand enter his mouth. Jax harshly swatted Tyler’s hands away. “Eat the cum you garbage slut.” Jax ordered. “I haven’t given you permission to touch my perfection. Tyler, defeated, began sensually licking the cum from his own ass off Jax’s fingers. Slowly, deeply, he tasted the melding of him and Adam off the fingers of the man he cheated on his lover with. Jax’s other hand pulled behind Tyler, gathering the next gob of cum to eat. Jax alternated hands for Tyler to worship and lick. Tyler was beginning to feel high off the disgust of the human being he was, but for what felt like hours, he ate as much cum that Jax could pull from his dripping hole. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Jax could no longer pull some measurable cum from Tyler’s hole and legs. “I missed you Tyler”, Jax’s tone changed dramatically, smashing his lips into Tyler, they made out like psychos. Tyler just moaned. His world felt like it was flipped upside down in lust. His hands reached under Jax’s shirt, feeling him up, caressing his boney body. Jax was doing similar to Tyler, but it was obvious that Tyler was the addict. He was touching Jax like he was a trophy, an object, something he couldn’t get enough of. It was it Tyler was trying to get his fingers to memorize every curve, the level of softness, the amount of smoothness, of every micro inch of Jax’s unbelievable body. “Are you thinking about Brandon right now?” Jax interjected while they were making out. Tyler seemed perplexed. “Um no Jax, I’m all about you baby!” He exclaimed. Jax looked disappointed. “You should be thinking about the boy you are lying to right now.” Jax cooed. “Do it. Feel it. You know that cheating is taking a hold of you.” Tyler felt more mass confusion within him. He know the level of wrongness in the infidelity he was creating was horrible, but he knew taking pleasure in it was beyond disgusting. He just nodded his head in agreement but was too focused on Jax to think of Brandon in any measurable manner. Jax continued his groping and kissing of Tyler, but he knew Tyler wasn’t thinking of Brandon. “Lets go babe”, Jax ordered. Tyler nodded. He didn’t ask where, he didn’t ask why, he didn’t ask how long, he just grabbed Jax’s hand and followed him down the alley. Jax approached an old rusty door further down the alley. He opened it, its hinges creaking extraordinarily, is if the door hadn’t been opened in a millennia. It was almost completely dark inside, yet a small glass block window let in enough light. It looked like a small manufacturing office or room inside. Tons of rusted metal objects and frames, an old cash register, rusted chains hung from the ceiling. Tyler paused as Jax tried to wave him into the darkness. Something didn’t feel right. Jax however, did not wait for any discussion about the current situation. He grabbed Tyler, thrusting him into the darkness, and forcibly walked behind him, slamming the door with fury, and turning the locking mechanism with anger. Tyler swung around after being pushed, seeing Jax take off his shirt, his skin and bones exposed in the light pouring through the window. Jax’s eyes began to change color, to a blood red hue. Tyler had been enamored by Jax from the moment he had seen him, but Jax’s now red eyes, looked like they went on into his soul for miles. He’d never seen anything like this, he’d never contemplated anything so out of this world. Jax slammed his hands into Tyler’s shoulders, Tyler stumbled, knocking over heaps of rusted mental frames and trinkets. Things were moving too fast. Tyler tried to regain his composure. Jax slammed Tyler onto the hard floor. Jax’s pants, which were practically plastered to his skeleton body, were being pulled down. No underwear, just his gigantic cock, with a massive bead of pre cum, was in front of him. Tyler, while in pain, instinctively went to suck it. Jax backhanded Tyler so hard the room started to spin. This wasn’t the somewhat playful backhand that Jax gave Tyler in the car the other night. This felt like hatred. “I didn’t tell you to suck it. Take your clothes off NOW!” Jax demanded. Tyler stripped, and before he had finally pulled off his little baby blue ankle socks, Jax again grabbed him angrily, flipping him over onto the cold hard floor and rammed into him. “Do I own you?” Jax demanded loudly. Tyler’s slut hole opened up for his lover, already wet with the remnants of the other boy he just cheated with. Tyler’s tone was more sultry than ever, just a determined, “Yes”, was uttered. Tyler’s face was smashed into the floor, his whole body was too. Jax went deep into him, fucking him like it was what he was meant to do. “Come away with me Tyler. Lets transcend this world for a real hell”, Jax then whispered in his ear. With that, Jax pulled all the way out of Tyler, staring at Tyler’s gaping hole for a moment, and then with the might of a thousand twinks, rammed so hard into Tyler that he slammed Tyler’s prostrate harder than he had every felt. Tyler began to convulse, an orgasm unlike anything he had ever felt was building within him so quickly. The room began to spin profusely, the kisses on his neck from Jax was like electrical bolts through his body. Tyler began seeing colors flashing before his eyes. Faster and faster and fast. Now the colors changed to blinding white, and as if a strobe light was placed in front of his eyes, it pulsed with incredible speed. The white then modulated to the same blood red of Tyler’s eyes, and then everything went black. Tyler looked down, seeing himself in a dirty deserted room, being fucked mercilessly by Jax. He felt, ethereal, as he floated above reality. Turning to his right Jax was floating next him. They were both naked, both almost transparent. The continued to float higher and higher above the scene below them, until it was just a white dot in a room of incredible darkness. Then the visions began to flow. Tyler saw himself with Brandon on their wedding day. The vision continued to modulate and flash alternate scenes. Tyler walking up the aisle, then a quick flash, Tyler was naked, then back to being in his tuxedo. As he arrived at the altar, another flash, Jax was besides Brandon, his tongue on his neck, Brandon’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Jax’s hand’s feeling up Brandon’s body. Flash again – the scene was back to normal, Brandon was receiving Tyler at the altar, the priest welcoming all the guests. Another flash, a naked Jax sitting in the front pew, jacking his cock that was now twice the size that it was in real life. Flash again – the scene returned to normal. As the boys said their wedding vows flashes back and forth of seeing Jax behind Brandon, touching him, staring down Tyler in hatred, and then in loved, and then in disgusted again. When it came time for the final kiss, Tyler leaned in to kiss Brandon, but another flash happened, Tyler was naked in the aisle, staring at the altar, Brandon saying “I do”, staring right into Jax’s eyes. Jax opened one eye to stare at Tyler, laying naked in the aisle, although he didn’t seem to be noticed by anyone else. As Jax and Brandon walked back down the aisle, Tyler was obviously invisible to everyone besides Jax. As Jax passed by Tyler, he raised his foot kicking Tyler in the face, knocking him out cold. Another flash, Tyler floated above the bed as Jax made love to Brandon on their wedding night. Brandon was screaming things about how he wasted his life with Tyler, and Jax was the only man for him. Jax was whispering horrors in Brandon’s ears about Tyler being a filthy slut, Brandon seeming so content about having Jax in his arms. Another flash, now another version of Jax was floating next to Tyler watching Brandon and Jax make sickening love in their bed below. The floating Jax grabbed Tyler and begin to make out, groping each other like maniacs, as they watched another version of reality with Brandon being in love with Jax below. Another flash, Tyler was tied to a dumpster in an incredibly dirty back alley. Dirty mattresses strewn the alley, other trashy twink slept on them, as Tyler, in a much skinnier form turned around to look up at Jax, who had his hand on Tyler’s head, looking down the street seeing 200 or so men lined up for Tyler’s dumpster ass. The first man entered Tyler, Jax kissed Tyler deeply, Tyler became one with being a slut in that instant, then another flash occurred. He was yet again floating with another version of Jax above the wedding bed of Brandon and Jax, yet Brandon was sleeping, and Jax was inviting men in. Jax was bent over, screaming and getting fucked, while Brandon lay asleep. Jax had pulled his new wedding ring off and tossed it in the corner, as he cheated on his husband while he slept. Another flash, Tyler was in a dark smokey room with a singular light in the center. Surrounding him, were gargantuan dark figures with blood red eyes. These looked like abominations. They chanted at him, “he is most beautiful”, “he must be corrupted”, “belongs to the darkness”. Their smokey claws, hands, whatever they were extended from the darkness, groping Tyler. Tyler realized he was chained to the ground. He couldn’t move. He felt immense pleasure at his situation, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The chanting was like a drug, he felt like nothing else. These dark creatures, these dark things, could do what they wanted with him. Another flash, Tyler was back chained to the dumpster, and while he hadn’t experience all of it, he knew in his mind he had somehow taken 101 of the 200 men that had waited in line for him. Jax’s lips had been pressed to his while he was being destroyed. Then looking over Tyler saw his parents, starting in disgust. Tyler became harder at their disgust. They screamed at what a retched thing he was, how they never wanted to see him again. Multiple flashes occurred then, seeing Brandon with Jax, seeing the abominations, seeing Jax cheat on Brandon, seeing the real world version of what happened when Tyler cheated on Brandon with Jax, seeing himself cheat with Adam, flash after flash, like a slide show. The flashes slowed, and Tyler looked at his disgusted parents with vitriol and disgust himself. He screamed at them “This is who I am. You will touch yourself tonight at my perfection!” His parents gasped and ran down the alley, leaving a chained Tyler with a river running into a lake of cum that was pouring out of his ass. Another flash, the creatures had descended upon Tyler, kissing him, entering him, deep red fires burned all over the room, yet the creatures were pitch black, and Tyler kissed them all. Touched them all. His bliss was unexplainable, he was reborn as a demon, or so he felt. The creatures muttered in their deep guttural voices, “corrupt him”, “demonize him”, “twist him”. The room started spinning hard. Tyler couldn’t stop the spinning. The white strobing came back until the room became black. Off in the distance, Tyler saw a white dot, getting larger and larger, until he could make out. He was approaching reality again. He saw his skinny body covered in sweat, his face mashed to the ground, Jax’s big dick slamming into him with no mercy, a practical fountain of cum splurting out of his ass every time Jax slammed into him. Jax then pulled his head back as far as it would go, grasping Tyler’s soaked hair. Tyler watched himself in ecstasy, but couldn’t feel anything. Jax appeared next to him. He smiled at him, but this time he looked like the devil. As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared, and Tyler felt himself being sucked back into reality. Moving closer and closer to his real body. Tyler jolted into reality feeling the immense force of Jax’s thrusts into him. The sounds were guttural. Lots of grunting and moaning coming from Jax and the sound of Jax’s cum being sloshed around every time he pushed back in Tyler. Tyler’s ass felt like nothing at this point, he could feel the ground underneath him was sticky wet, and he realized he was lying in a pool of his own cum, probably mixed some with the amount that was leaking from his ass. The amount of cum he was laying in, was outrageous. He must have cum more than he could have ever imagine. The amount of sweat pouring down on Tyler from Jax was extreme. He felt like he was being fucked in the rain. Tyler had momentary flashes of his out of body experience, but he remained in reality. In fact, he remained laying there, he didn’t thrust his ass back, he didn’t move. He just became entrenched into his dark actions, and gave himself like the property he was to Jax. Jax fucking Tyler on the hard floor lasted hours, the amount of cum was gross and Tyler began licking the lake that was surrounding him as Jax finished up whatever orgasm he was currently on. Tyler had cum in his hair, covering his entire front torso, and looked 10 times worse than he did when he was walking down the street hours ago. The light through the window was incredibly dim. It must have been late. Brandon would have gone to work by now. Jax finally pulled out of Tyler, and Tyler instinctively cleaned every inch of his cock with his mouth. “That was quite a transcendence.” Jax explained. Tyler was shaking, he was so weak at this point. “What do you mean babe?” “You left your body for many hours during that. I was there with you”, Jax said calmly. “What the literal fuck is going on?” Tyler snapped. “You transcended you dumb slut. You left to higher plain of ecstasy for a while. It happens with me, you’ll see. You go to a place where your hopes and fears all battle things out. You get to see vividly everything you are scared of, and your deepest wants.” “But I’ve never thought about you and Brandon together…” Tyler began. Jax stared at him with the same devil smile that he did right before Tyler had re-entered reality. “Oh baby, I never said I didn’t have SOME control of your transcendence.” Jax looked like evil as he continued. “I inserted the things I knew would live within you to help grow that guilt and wrongness that you are learning to love so deeply.” “So you pushed my mind to think about me being a dumpster slut and my parents finding me being so trashy?!” Tyler exclaimed. “Oh baby, I know what I inserted into your head, and it certainly wasn’t that”, Jax said, gently caressing Tyler’s cummy hair as they were both standing up. “You have some darkness buried deep in you at this point.” Tyler looked at his phone. 30 missed text messages from Brandon, and 6 missed calls. Jax was already opening the creaky door. “Now I will say my love, you look like the trashiest whore in the world right now. I certainly wouldn’t think you would be safe walking home looking like that on the city streets.” Jax taunted. Tyler could feel how fucked he must look. “You can maybe drive me home Jax?” He asked softly. Jax laughed, almost maniacally, “I think you’ll be safe in the back alleys….all the way home.” With that, Jax stepped out the door. Tyler rushed to follow him and was only a few steps behind him, although he was certainly walking funny from how blown out his hole was. As he reached the doorway he looked both ways, and there was no Jax to be seen. Daylight was waning heavily, a disgusting Tyler had to get home without being reported as a street whore in the nice area of town, and he had a lot of explaining to do to Brandon. Clothes soaked in cum and sweat, hair sticking in all directions, eyes sucken in, skin pale from the amount of energy exertion, Tyler stepped out from his room of destruction to make the long walk home and desperately tried to figure out how to handle Brandon.

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!

San Francisco is a just a state of mind now.

I woke up with a start laying next to Katie in my normal PJ clothes, just old athletic shorts and a t-shirt. The plug however was not there. I shot up and sure enough laying between myself and Katie was the plug, it must've slipped out in the night and fell out of my shorts, I grabbed it and went to take it to her roommates room, but I ran into Cory in the hall on his way out for the day. "What do we have here!?" He grabbed my hand holding the plug. "Need some help?" He spit on the toy. "Open wide!" and he shoved the whole thing between my teeth. I stood there with wide eyes, and he pumped it a few times deeper into my mouth. He pulled it out and spit on it again, "Spit on it, it'll help." I did as I was told and he spun me around, pulled my shorts down in one swift motion, then pressed the toy against my...surprisingly not sore asshole. My ass swallowed it easier than my mouth just did. He slapped my ass after pulling the shorts up, "There you go!" and sent me back into Katies bedroom. She was awake on a phone call, earbuds in. "WE JUST TOOK CARE OF THAT" she said, looking up at me and making an exasperated face. "Fine but if I get there and fix it faster than it took me to drive there I will be reporting someones ass!" she got up and got dressed in a hurry, kissed me. "Thank you so much for Gatorade babe, I need to take it easy on the drinking but after that phone call I might need another." She looked in the bag of snacks pulled out what she wanted and ran out the door. "Fuck" I said under my breath. I know they heard her leave, who knows what they'll do now. I stayed in the bedroom and turned on the TV watching Netflix cartoons and wondering when I'd be allowed to take the plug out. I went out to the kitchen to grab my Gatorade and something to hold me over until lunch. I passed Stephen and Cory on the couch, one on his phone the other playing a video game. "She gone for the whole day again?" Cory asked. "I don't know she wasn't happy hopefully it doesn't take long" I answered. "Well it's a half hour drive to work, so you at least have an hour to kill. Have you ever fucked a black guy?" "Wha- no, you guys know who has fucked me" "We don't know what you're doing when you're not here you dirty hoe" Stephen joked. "Black guy, or both of us again in the living room, drapes open. Or Both" "You know damn well it'll be both anyway" I said heading into the kitchen. My gatorade was full and my protein bar was open.. it looked like there was cum on it. "Guys.. what'd you do to my drink, and which one of you came on my protein bar." "The gatorade is mostly piss now, you're welcome. The bar... come give us both a lick and see if you can figure it out" I sighed. grabbed my drink and bar, went out to the living area and they both had their semi hard cocks out. "Oh... you weren't kidding." "Fuck no we weren't kidding, if you guess wrong I'll spank your ass and Cory will put a hickey on your ass." I got down on my knees and gave them a both one long lick, and swirled the tip trying to taste the pre-cum. I don't want lasting marks. I took a bite of the bar, it was near impossible all I could taste is bar. "Cory?" I stated. "Are you sure?" Stephen said. "Uh... yeah.." "Unlucky, come here." I was bent over Stephens knee and Cory sat in front of me with his cock out, I took it into my mouth, the spanking commenced. I don't know if my eyes were involuntary watering from the spanking or Cory's cock down my throat. But at one point the plug popped out and bounced towards the front door. Stephen took my shorts down to my ankles. "Crawl and grab it slut." I crawled towards the door, and of course with the luckiest timing, someone entered the apartment. I almost jumped up I looked from feet to head... their black friend. I didn't know his name. "Looks like you guys got started without me" he bent down and picked the plug up. "you'll need this again real soon" he helped me up and looked me up and down. My cock betrayed me, and was most of the way hard. He was shorter than me and very skinny, a small part of me kind of hoped for bigger. "Evan" he said holding out a limp hand like the queen. i kissed his hand and he pulled me towards the bedrooms. He took a left into Katies room and shoved me toward the bed. "This room looks more familiar with you naked on the bed." Stephen and Cory stood in the doorway and then went back out to the couch. "Enjoy!" Cory said. Evan took his shirt and then his shorts off. his cock sprang to attention. For not being a tall guy, his cock sure was big. "Lets get right to the point, suck my cock, I heard they came in your ass last, they'll be the lube." He walked over and I started to suck his cock, it was definitely harder to manage than the roommates. "You now what.. on your back, head off the edge." I did as I was told and he positioned his cock over my face, he went slowly at first but then he really fucked my mouth. I struggled to breathe, I struggled to keep my teeth off him and I struggled to not fall off the bed. "On your hands and knees, on the edge." I got up and did as I was told, my ass was definitely going to be sore after this. I got into position and the door opened, Cory tossed two bottles of poppers into the room on the bed. "Oh ho oh!" put one in each nostril you pig. I screwed the caps off and took a deep breath of both of them. I screwed the caps back on and collapsed with my arms out in front of me, chest on the bed, my ass about to be plowed by a black cock. He spit, it hit me in the face, he spit again and this time was cool on my slightly gaped hole. He pressed his cock into my ass slowly. Again, my ass took his cock better than my mouth. and he sank all the way in, his balls slapping into mine, my body shuddered. "God Damn!" he moaned staying there for a second. "What number am I!? your ass can take a cock!" I help up a number 4 and he laughed. "You're still a new cunt then, damn though." He picked up the pace, he was consistent and it felt like he went on forever, he was hitting deeper than anyone has before, honestly, sometimes it hurt, I tucked my pelvis under me and shuddered in pain. "Take another double hit, and then lay down flat over this pillow" he grabbed Katies pillow and laid it under me. The poppers made me see a black spot, and it started to get larger. My head was spinning, throbbing. I collapsed onto the pillow, he climbed on top of me and gave me the biggest thrusts yet, the slaps were loud. Our bodies bouncing hard on the bed, I've never fucked Katie like this in this bed. Again he lasted for what felt like 5-10 minutes, I also can't last that long in this position. "Where do you want it straight boy" "Inside me" I managed between thrusts. "Thought so, I just wanted to hear you say it." and he sped up, in one last moan and thrust he released deep in my ass, I could feel his cock pumping into me. He rolled off me, his cock popping out, and some cum, ran down my balls, down my cock and onto her pillow. He left the room, I heard him say. "Let's keep him away from Tommy for a bit longer, he's a good fuck" and out the door he went. The boy's entered the room, I still laying on my stomach on the bed in a daze. "Text Katie and see when she'll be home." "Please guys, no more today" "That's fair, there's always next weekend, but you need to do some laundry." "I think Thomas doesn't recognize me." I blurted out. "What?" Stephen said. "I ran into him last night at 7-11, he slapped me ass. He had a skinny kid with him they were buying condoms and were most likely drunk." "Were you scared?" Cory said. "Yeah, kind of." "I don't know, your cock says otherwise" Stephen said reaching out for my hard cock, stroking it with the mixture of cum that had run out of my ass. "Your first gay sex was a dirty fucking top, poz as they come, and that excites you you little faggot." His hand felt so good, in combination of the nights and days activities my cock was long overdue. I nodded. "But you want more cocks don't you, you want us to pimp your ass out to everyone at that party and them some." I nodded again, my hips starting to buck. "You won't want to have sex with Katie anymore, just become a sloppy bottom" I opened my eyes, "Wha-" His other hand slapped my balls. I jumped but it kind of felt good. "You're too good of a bottom to continue fucking girls, you need more cocks and less pussy. Cum for us, cum thinking about how many more cocks there are coming over to take your ass and throat. Cum thinking about how after the last guy who fucks you from the party, we will call Thomas again." "Oh fuck" I let out, cum shooting from my cock up my stomach, chest and reaching just over one of my shoulders. "Wow!" Cory said, "He might be a chaser!" "You got laundry to do" he wiped cum from the pillow and pressed it into my panting mouth, and they went back to games. My gatorade and the rest of my protein bar sat on the night stand. Damn I was thirsty.

Hump Day It was nice seeing the city start to come back to life. I didn't even mind having to wait in line at the grocery store since the baggy sweats were gone and the guys of boystown were showing flesh again. Monday kind of sucked with the announcement that we'd be starting to go back to the office two days a week. I knew it was going to happen eventually and realized that two days a week really wouldn't slow down my adventures. I needed a couple days of rest to let my balls recover. I daydreamed a bit, thinking of all the guys I'd fucked over lockdown which, of course made my cock stiffen again. I tapped out a couple messages after my next zoom meeting and it didn't take long to set something up. The tap at the door around 10:30 PM was a welcome sound. I checked the peephole to make sure I didn't open the door naked on the wrong person. "Hello... sir" Dragonboy's cousin said tentatively followed by a huge grin on his face. He had been trying to learn more English but was still a little unsure of himself. "Hello. Come in" I replied. He was still in his work scrubs, not having stopped at home to clean up which appealed to me on two levels - he was just as eager to fuck as me and he was a little ripe from a day's work. There was a waft of sweat, pheromones and a few more scents as he walked past me into my condo. "I hope you ok with me... coming here from work. No shower" he asked, pulling the top over his head. "It's good. I like it that way" I replied, taking the top from his hand and wadding it up before I held it to my nose and inhaled deeply. I tossed it toward the door and looked back at him with a smile on my face. The cousin chuckled and pushed the bottoms of his scrubs off too and stood there in a red jockstrap. It surprised me since I didn't think of him as an athletic guy. He was more the bikini brief kind of guy in my mind. He recognized my look and said "My cousin said these made it easy for men to..." I wasn't sure if he couldn't remember the English word "fuck" or just didn't want to say it. My cock was already getting hard, just seeing him standing there almost naked, ready to get recharged with more of my seed. I could have just pushed him against the wall and fucked him right away, but he took the initiative and dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock. The first few bobs on my cock were slow and got me fully hard, helped by his moaning around my dick. Quickly, he got more aggressive and began fucking his face on my shaft. It felt good plowing into his throat but it seemed that his intention was to get my cock ready for his ass as quickly as possible. I kinda wondered if he wasn't doing a lot of quickies at the hospital where he worked. With my hands on each side of his head I followed him for a few more strokes until he went all the way down again. I held him there, his face pressed hard into my pubes and my cock firmly lodged into his throat. I didn't count like I did with most of my cocksuckers, I just waited to feel him struggle. It took a several more seconds than I expected, but when I let him go he gasped for air and looked up at me smiling, with spit dripping off his chin. A lot of spit was dripping off my cock too and with a nod he stood up and I led him to the low shelves in front of the windows. He braced himself and spread his legs like the experienced bottom that he was. My fingers traced along his crack and when I pressed deeper I found a very wet hole. He giggled, knowing that I was a little surprised at him showing up pre-loaded. "A doctor at my work... very horny" he explained. I laughed as I started to drag my stiff cock between his ass cheeks, adding the doctor's cum to the cousin's spit. "Does he know you are toxic?" I asked, pressing the head of my cock to his hole and sliding in easily. There still seemed to be a lot of cum inside his fuck chute and I wondered how he got home without losing most of it. I was three quarters of the way in and could feel the slickness as he gripped my shaft. "I do not think so. I suck him with my clothes on then he make me bend over a desk and then pulls my bottom down just enough to insert himself in me" the cousin replied. I grabbed each of his shoulders while I was pulling back which let me brace properly for the drilling I was about to give him. Once Dragonboy and I had found out what a well used bottom he was, he no longer pretended to be inexperienced. All of our fucks after that were so much better and uninhibited. I wasn't sure what he would grunt out when I would thrust in especially hard, but it was never "No." At one point, I picked him up and laid him on his back, resting on the top of the shelves. My cock slammed in as I stared at him, his mouth going from an O as he gasped for breath to a big smile. He seemed to be as happy as I had ever seen him. I pounded him like this for several more minutes and then picked him up. His arms were wrapped around my neck and his legs around my body as he bounced on cock, moaning in my ear. When my breathing began to get labored, he whispered in my ear "give me more of your poison." Taking a few steps back, I leaned against the end of the couch. He began to ride feverishly, slamming down on my hips as my cock plunged deep inside him, his inner ring no longer showing any resistance. I noticed his cock was rock hard and poking out the top of the pouch. I pulled the strap under his balls and watched his cock bounce along as he rode me. Another few minutes and my balls were pulled up tight and ready to empty their load into his guts. He pushed down and gripped my cock as tight as he could and that drove me over the edge. My cock pulsed inside him, spraying my viral cream deep inside his body. After the third or fourth spurt, I felt his cock shooting his own load between us. I chuckled before saying "You shouldn't waste any of that cum, it needs to get planted inside a hungry hole." He giggled again and said "I did this morning with one of my work mates." "So, you've been sharing your bug. Have you given it to anyone yet? Gotten them sick?" I asked while he stood there, impaled on my slowly softening cock. He looked down at me and grinned. "Three by myself and one with my cousin. The one my cousin calls the runner was first" he said, beaming. I reached over and rubbed my thumb over the end of his cock, scooping up a drop of his tainted seed before licking it up. "Good. You like to share your gift. But... I thought your cousin was just a bottom" I said. The cousin nodded back with an even bigger grin. "He only fuck since he got sick. I do not know how many he has, but I hope we share another guy. It was fun" he said. My own face had a grin on it, knowing that Dragonboy was sharing the bug he worked so hard to get. The cousin leaned forward and my cock popped free. He scurried over to his clothes and pulled out a small plug and pushed it into his ass, before coming back to me. I gave him a slow, deep kiss before slapping his bare ass. "Thanks" I said as he headed back to his clothes by the door. He was dressed in only seconds and he smiled back at me. "Thank you. My... pussy? is always open for you" the cousin said before opening the door and heading down the hall. I was sure Dragonboy would be able to smell the cum on his cousin's body but wondered if he knew most of it was mine. -- Tuesday was one of those slow paced days with nothing crazy going on at work. I felt good having emptied my balls the night before and I didn't even feel the need to cruise any of the apps or sites all day. Wednesday was a different beast. It was non-stop phone calls and video conferences until mid afternoon. I finally finished dealing with the boatload of work email at five and spent the next few hours trying to get some of my regular work done. There was something gnawing at my brain most of the evening that I had something else I needed to do. It was almost 9pm when I closed the laptop and my mind shifted out of work mode. RJ had mentioned a DJ over at the bathhouse and I knew it would be steamy inside even with a smaller crowd. A shower before going over would probably be a waste of time and besides, I kinda wanted to be sweaty even before I arrived. I did change out of my video conference clothes and into something more appropriate. A jock, jogging shorts and a tank felt right. Grabbing some poppers and lube, I headed out, figuring I'd get a short run in and stop at the bath house after. "Just goin' for a run, Gordon" I said to the doorman before I stepped outside into the warm, muggy night. I took the long way over to the bathhouse, jogging at a mild pace but still working up a nice sweat. I guessed at the time but turned at the next corner and found my way over to my destination. There was only a small group waiting in line and I looked to see if RJ was one of them. The three guys in front of me seemed to be together and one by one they would look back at me and check me out not showing any expression whether they liked what they saw. "Probably too old for them" I laughed to myself. Looking down the street behind me, I saw RJ run around some guys who were clearly headed for the line. "Glad you could make it" he said a little breathlessly. "Yeah, I went for a short run and thought I'd stop by to see if this DJ is as good as you said. You should run more often... it builds up your stamina" I replied with a sly grin. We made our way inside a few minutes later and I dropped my clothes in the locker and joined RJ on the dance floor. We both looked around as the music thumped along seeing what other horned up guys were out. It was a decent size crowd and pleasantly diverse. Lots of different shapes, sizes and colors filled the ever changing crowd. After fifteen minutes of dancing and checking out the scenery, I nudged RJ and pointed towards the stairs. We made our way off the dance floor and headed up the stairs along with a few other people. Walking down the main hallway on the second floor I asked RJ "No room tonight?" and he laughed. "Never used the one I got last time... gonna save the money tonight" he replied, leaning in close. I grabbed the back of his head, raised my arm and pushed his face into my pit while pressing him against the wall. I could feel him breathe the smell in while his tongue lapped at my sweaty armpit. I knew from past experience that a sweaty pit was just as good as poppers for him and after a minute or two pushed him over to my other pit. He gave the new one just as much attention as the first before slowly sinking down on to his knees. His tongue flicked over my nip and abs as he went down and began slurping on my mostly hard cock that was poking out of the towel. The towel was soon slung over my shoulder, giving him better access. I let him nurse my dick fully hard as guys walked passed us in the hallway. Some would make a comment but all kept walking. They would look into the playroom nearby and kept going. That usually meant nothing was happening there so I grabbed RJ by the arm and tugged him to his feet. Dragging him into the room, I saw it was completely empty which I didn't think ever happened. Giving him a gentle push, RJ moved over to the sling and stood there, the canvas seat resting against the back of his thighs. I pressed my hand to his chest and he laid back, adjusting himself and then raising his legs. Putting his feet in the loops, I draped my towel over the bars and moved between his legs. My cock was pointed right at it's next target and with a tug on his legs my partially covered head was pressed to his hole. "You need this again?" I asked, letting my pre coat the pucker. "Yeah... Nothin like feeling that big poz dick wrecking my guts. My ass was sore 'til Monday from our last fuck" he replied with a grin. I gave him a little push away and then tugged back, poking my cock inside. He let out a growl as I held him still, letting him get used to the invasion. I heard a few guys whispering to each other behind me but about the only word I could make out was "poz." I pushed RJ away, my cock popping free of his tight hole and then tugged harder, driving about a third of my bare cock into his ass. One of the guys that was behind me came around and held out a condom packet. It was one of the guys before me in the line outside. "Here... you should be using one of these" he said, staring at me. "Nah, we're good. We always fuck raw" I replied, thrusting my hips into RJ and beginning to fuck him. The condom nazi shook his head and marched off muttering "assholes." Another guy from behind me came around the side and I prepared for another shaming for barebacking at the bathhouse. "Nevermind him, he's pissed since his boyfriend got pozzed here a few years ago. I only fuck bare too... nothing better" he said, stroking his cock as I plowed into RJ. I breathed a sigh of relief and thought "couldn't have been me - I was undetectable a couple years ago." My strokes built up speed, pounding into RJ's cunt and hearing the chains jangle. RJ started to get vocal, begging for me to fuck him harder. I laughed since I was already hammering him pretty hard. Grabbing his legs, I held him still and then let my hips drill into his looser hole. The guy that was watching us cried out "Oh FUCK!" and I watched ropes of his jizz shoot across and land on RJ's abs and chest. Once his balls were empty, he disappeared into the darkness, his spot taken by two latino guys. They stood off to the side, gently stroking while they watched me fuck. My pace slowed as I started to fight off the impending orgasm. I glanced over and the two guys looked pretty ripped with some thick dicks in their hands. One was my height and the other a few inches shorter. Both had quite a lot of ink on their bodies but all I saw for jewelry was a single stud in their ears. One had a little chin patch of fur and the other a trimmed chinstrap beard with no 'stache. Other than that, they could have been brothers. I turned my attention back to RJ and began to fuck hard again, using the sling to my advantage. I was pushing him off my dick and then planting my cock back in balls deep. I was getting encouragement from both RJ and the guys watching as the pressure built in my balls. Leaning forward, I grasped RJ's shoulders and drove my cock in one more time, growling as my cock expanded and then began to spew its toxic load inside my buddy's gut. After the first few shots, I felt RJ's hole clamp down and more of his jizz spray over my chest. He moaned loudly as we both shook from our orgasms. "Breed him good, dude" one of the onlookers said as I leaned back with RJ's cum dripping down my chest. I began a slow thrust with my hips, churning up the cum in his ass until my cock got too soft. I stepped back, my cock pulling free of RJ's now puffy hole. The taller of the two guys asked "Mind if I use that pussy?" "I don't... but you gotta ask him" I replied, backing up more as the guy approached. RJ nodded yes and I grabbed my towel, wiping my cock off. I could see the guy better now and noticed the bulging veins on his arms and legs along with a prominent biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. With RJ being Mr. PrEP, he had nothing to worry about but it was always hot watching a guy take a toxic load or three. I stood next to his buddy and watched as the guy began to fuck RJ, waiting a few minutes before heading out to see what other guys were around.

It was late. I was horny. Way too common to joke about. I thought about watching some porn, but I knew that I needed the real thing to be able to go to sleep. So I grabbed my phone and logged into the apps. I scrolled through some profiles, sending Woofs, Smiles, Taps. Whatever that particular app called for. After a few minutes, I got a message notification. It was a simple “Hello.” I looked through his profile. Nice torso pic. Hot bulge pic. Couldn’t host, needed to travel. Top. Two miles away. “Hey, how are you?” I replied. I think it is odd that we play this dance on hook up apps. We are there to get laid. I don’t really care how he is, but I play by the unwritten rules. His response broke the rules. Refreshing. “Hey man, I am really horny. I haven’t had sex in a while. Been too busy to jerk off too. I like your profile and pics. I need to travel. But I don’t have time for a lot of back and forth emails. What do you think?” What the hell. I am horny. He is horny. His pics are hot. His stats are good. “Yeah, let’s meet. I can host. Bottom here.” I send him my address. After a short wait, he says that he can be there in 15 minutes. Great. I put on my normal hook-up attire, a pair of tight gym shorts, no underwear, tshirt. I have somewhat of a bubble butt and I show a decent bulge. Might as well show off what I have. The doorbell rings and I open the door. I am somewhat surprised at how good looking he is. Classically handsome. Some well manicured scruff. Great smile. His tshirt is straining against his pecs and biceps. And his shorts are showing a bigger bulge than his pics showed. I invite him in and we kiss as soon as the door is closed. Once we break the kiss, I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. We start kissing again as we take each other’s clothes off, breaking the kiss only to lift our shirts over our heads. He gently pushes me backwards onto the bed. He crawls between my legs (yes, I have my knees bent to give non-verbal permission to access my hole). We kiss for a few minutes while exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. He then whispers in my ear to roll over and he lifts his weight off me just enough so that I can move. Once I settle on my stomach, he reaches over to the nightstand to get some lube. I hear him greasing up his dick. I think to myself, Wow, he really is horny and not wasting any time. He didn’t ask for a condom. I am on PrEP and don’t normally ask a guy to use a condom either. He is greasing his dick with his left hand. He braces himself on his right hand which is just above my shoulder. He leans forward as he lines up his dick with my hole. Just as he pops inside, he whispers in my ear, “I’m poz.” But he doesn’t stop entering me. He pushes in a few inches. “Are you undetectable?” “Nope” He pushes in a little more. My hole is not cooperating. It should be trying to push him out. “Wait! Are you….toxic?” “Yes, I am.” My mind races. This is kind of why I take PrEP. Just in case I have sex with a poz guy who for whatever reason isn’t undetectable. But do I want to have sex with a guy who knows he is toxic? I feel him push a little and bottoms out. I moan in pleasure. Damn! I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. I should tell him to pull out so that I can find a condom. He starts to pull his dick back out, but stops when just the tip is still inside. “By the way, my strains are Truvada resistant.” And with that, he slams back inside me. I want to protest, but the piston action of his dick takes over my mind. I hear myself moan in pleasure. I feel my hole completely relax and let him in as deep as possible. I am lost in lust. He fucks me like that for a few minutes. The more he fucks me, the hornier I get. He pulls out and tells me get on my back. I roll over and put my legs on his shoulders. He aligns his dick and goes back inside me. He is standing on his knees, fucking me hard. “You know you want it. I want you to look at me. Tell me you want my load. Beg me for it.” I couldn’t resist. “Yes! Please yes. Breed me. I need your cum deep inside my hole.” “No! You know what to beg for. You PrEP whores are all the same. Bugchasers at heart. Beg!” “Please! Shoot your toxic load inside me. Get me pregnant. Breed me with your toxic cum. Make me poz. I want your seed.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. Even more, I couldn’t believe that I meant it. And with that, he let out a loud growl and thrust his dick deep inside. I could tell he was cumming. Pulse after pulse, he was delivering his seed. His DNA. His HIV. I came. I hadn’t touched my dick at all. Normally, I stay soft when I get fucked. But I was rock hard. My cum shot across my chest, all the way up to my neck. It was a huge load. We both finally started to come down from our fuck high. He looked at the cum on my chest and smiled. “I knew you wanted it.” He stayed inside me and leaned over to kiss me. I felt connected to him. It was weird. He breaks the kiss and pulls out of my hole. He gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I hear him open the medicine cabinet, but it doesn’t register with me. I am still floating a little from a great fuck. He gets back in bed and I feel something enter me again. “This will help. I got your toothbrush out of your bathroom.” I reach down, grab the back of my knees, and pull them to my chest. He has full access. He brushes my hole for a while, then stops, leaving my toothbrush sticking out of my ass. “Here’s what is going to happen. I am your poz daddy now. I will breed you until you get poz test results. I need a poz bottom to whore out. I have some tops that want to get infected but don’t want to bottom. Total tops. They will fuck you until they get what they want. Of course, meds are not an option for you.” “Yes Sir. I understand.” I can't believe that I had transformed that quickly. And that easily. He pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and tickled my opening with his finger. “I really hadn’t shot a load in a few days. You got a lot.” I smiled. He laid down beside me and I cuddled up to him. We both drifted off to sleep.

I was just 19 last summer, fresh out of high school and working at the car wash on the main road off I-10. It was a little town in southeast Texas, and I didn't get a lot of sex. I'm cute, though. I work out 5 times a week and have a great, tanned body. One day in July I was washing a truck when this car with California plates pulled in. It wasn't anything special, but the guy who was driving it was sexy as fuck. I dropped my sponge and bent over to pick it up, and when I stood back up I caught him checking me out. "Fuck yeah!" I thought. I finished the truck and went to work on the car. I talked to the guy a little and found out he was driving from LA to Miami. He was taller than me, with blond hair and blue eyes and a great tan. He was maybe 25 or 26. He had a little bit of stubble on his cheeks and a little goatee under his chin. As I worked on his car, he kept talking about how hot it was. I agreed it was and took off my shirt. I kept washing his car, and he smoked. He asked me if I wanted a cigarette and I said I couldn't while I was working. He asked if anyone else was here. I said I was working alone that day. "Then come around the back where no one can see and have one. No one will know." I put up the "out to lunch" sign, picked up my shirt and walked with him around the back of the car wash. In the back there was a bunch of trees and an old junkyard, and a tiny stone shed with a metal door. We stood by that and he held out his Marlboros. I took one and he offered me a light. I inhaled and felt my lungs fill up. I held it in for a minute, and looked him in the eyes. "Damn, that feels good," I said. I didn't smoke often, but I loved it when I did. "Nothing like a good smoke," he said, taking a drag. I watched his red lips close around the cigarette. They were firm and beautiful. The end of it turned bright orange, and then he breathed out, in my direction. We stood like that, smoking and talking about his trip, for a good five minutes. As he finished his cigarette and threw it away, he looked at the stone shed. "What's in there?" he asked. "Just sponges and hoses and shit," I exhaled, blowing the smoke away from him. "You should show me," he suggested. I looked down at my half-finished cigarette and he laughed. "I don't like to waste 'em either," he said. He took it from my hand and took a deep drag. He held it and passed it back to me. Fuck, I was getting hard. My cock had inched down my thigh and was straining against my jeans. I inhaled and handed the cigarette back to him. Another deep, deep drag. It was just a butt now. He held the smoke and threw the cigarette away. He leaned in close and kissed me, blowing the smoke into my mouth. I coughed, and he kind of laughed as his tongue found my lips and pushed them apart. He probed in and out, and I was in his control. He pushed me against the door of the shed and went to town on my face. His stubble was rough on my skin and I liked it. He tasted like salt and smoke. I fumbled with the door and pulled him into the stone shed. "Fuck yeah," he said. Inside the shed, he pushed me down onto a big pile of sponges and we continued making out. He touched my chest and licked my nipples. Then he pulled off his own shirt and undid his belt. I helped him push his pants off. He didn't wear underwear. "Hot," I said. His dick was hard, long and thick. It was maybe 8 inches, cut and glistening with precum. He pulled my jeans off and pushed me down again. Our bodies were grinding against each other, heat and sweat and muscle all together. His dick touched my hole, and I liked it. He reached into his jeans pocket beside him and pulled out a little bottle. There was a little pop and he pushed it under my nose. It smelled AWFUL but I felt a warm wave wash over me. "What's that?" I asked. "Poppers," he replied. "Totally safe." He pushed it under my nose again and I took a deep breath to see if it would make the warmth more intense. My head spun a little and my ass felt amazing. "Oh, hell yeah," I said. He spit in his hand and pushed his cock against my hole. It felt great. I pushed my ass against him a little and helped him ease the head in. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Tight!" He gave me some more poppers and I pushed back against him in one thrust, taking the cock all the way down to the pubes. He gasped. "Fuck, dude!" he said. Soon, he began fucking back and forth. I met him, stroke for stroke. I fondled his balls, touched his chest, kissed his gorgeous face. I had jerked off to bareback porn before, but I had never taken a raw dick up my ass before. I was more turned on than I ever had been. "Fuck yeah, man!" I said. "Bareback me!" That really got him going. He held my legs up over my head and pounded me so hard that all I could do was grunt from the force. "Fuck yeah!" he said. "Take this fuckin cock!" "Yeah, give it to me!" I yelled. "Give it to me raw, man!" "Yeah!" he shouted. "You want this fuckin load, stud? Huh? You want my FUCKIN LOAD?!" "FUCK YEAH!" I shouted. "Fuckin' SPERM my ass, man!" "OH, yeah!" he yelled. His face contorted and he rammed it in hard. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUCK!" "Oh, yeah!" I urged him on. "Cum in me! Cum in me!" He collapsed on top of me, and his abs pressed against my cock, which spasmed a load out between us, splattering against both of us. "Unh! Yeah!" His dick was still pressed against prostate, and I shot hard. After a long time, he pulled out. There was a little blood on his cock, but I didn't care. I got a little towel and put it against my hole when I put my underwear back on. "Keep that load in there for me, stud!" he said. We got dressed, he kissed me again and gave me his email address. He got in his car and looked out the window. I had one last view of those gorgeous blue eyes. "Don't forget me, stud!" he said, and drove away. Let's just say there's no way I could forget that fuck. It was the fuck of my life.

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This is a true story of one of the nastiest nights of my life. I posted it in 2008 on another gay stories site and just found the original copy on my PC as i am cleaning it up for an upgrade. I re-read it and got rock hard remembering the 2 days of nastiness i experienced. It got huge reviews so I thought Id post it here and maybe finish it since originally i only posted 2 parts out of 3 _________________________________________________________ It was a Saturday early evening around 5:00pm or so and I was online as usual looking to chat with any wild freaky uninhibited top that would chat. The truth is while I had fantasized a billion times about freaky dominant scenes, I rarely even met guys online, or in real life. Now I’ve done the adultstore video booth thing but only a few times and really never did anything more than get an occasional blowjob. I usually was always way too shy to even leave the door open most of the time. But today, online, there was this kid that IM’ed me and we started to chat. He was someone I was chatting with for like 2 months and over time told him every nasty freaky fantasy I had, the kind of things you tell a guy when you know you’ll never meet the guy so you don’t have to worry about backing out in person. He was extremely local, like one town over, which never happens. He asked me if I wanted to come over, get naked and party like a freak cause he had something that’d really loosen me up. I was very nervous because I knew what he meant, Up until now I had only done the poppers thing and they really got me wild. He told me he had the house to himself and a hottub in the back yard and a closet full of leather. Without me asking he turned on his video chat and before long up came a video window. It was of an empty couch, I thought it was a still picture, then a waff of smoke passed by the picture, he was off camera teasing me. I finally agreed and he gave me a place to meet him on main street because he had to walk his pitbull. I took a fast shower, shaved my cock and balls and cleaned up, stepped out of the shower and dried off. Then I slipped on my ass-less leather chaps, no underwear, and pulled my jeans on over them, slipped on a wifebeater, and sneakers and headed out the door to walk up to the meeting spot. It was a hot day and by the time I had walked the 8 blocks, my ass and legs were soaked with mansweat. I got to the spot and saw this stocky blonde man in a wifebeater, and shorts, waking his dog just like he said. We introduced ourselves and jumped in his truck and drove around the block to his house. It was an old Victorian, we walked into the house and into the living room. A big room, fireplace, couch, chair, glass coffee table and a huge tv. He passed me a bottle of water, and sat down in the chair, spreading his legs and reaching for something to smoke. I chugged the bottle, wondering if it was a good idea to ask if it was a sealed bottle but to be honest I didn’t wanna know if he had spiked my water. He knew I wanted to be pushed into being a slut even if I said I changed my mind once I got there, because that’s exactly what I told him. He was hot and I was feeling so horney from the sweaty fast walk in the heat, leather chaps sticking to my legs. He sat there, taking a few big drags off the pipe, and eventually held it up to my lips. He knew I was a virgin to this so he helped me get started. I took a huge drag, and then another, and then another, but he stopped me and said it’d hit me hard so I should take a break. I wondered if he meant the smoke or the water, it was hot not knowing. I sat there on the floor starting to feel real sweaty, I slipped off my sneakers and sat up on the couch. He picked up the remote off the table and turned on the tv, and there was a gay porn already running. A room full of black boys gangbanging this skinny white kid. Click here for Best Bareback website I looked over and my buddy (and by know you should have figured out I didn’t even know his name) was rubbing his bulge hard, he told me to kneel in front of him and I obliged. He asked me if I still wanted to get pushed was past my limits and I said yes. He told me to finish off my bottle of water and then I was sure he spiked it. I took the water and chugged the rest. No sooner did I put the plastic bottle on the table and I started to feel this rush probably from the first ½ of the water I drank and the smoke. He reached down and grabbed me by the hair and picked me up onto his chest, again reaching for that pipe, lighting up and sticking it in between my lips. I took 2 big drags, one after the other and then realized it was really all kicking in fast. He leaned into my ear and started sucking on my ear wet and wild, he stopped, pulled back and pushed the pipe in my mouth again, and told me to suck hard. I took 3 more huge drags and really was soaking with sweat now and my head was swirling. He pushed me off him and stood up and stripped naked, and told me to get naked too and said he’d be right back. He went upstairs, I stood up feeling really out of it, took off my short and jeans and sat back down. I could feel this uncontrollable urge inside to just start grinding my cock into the couch so I did. My cock started to get semi hard but my crotch was soaked in sweat and I was feeling real fuzzy, I turned over and sat down on the couch with my cock dangling over the edge. I reached over and took the pipe myself and started to take drag after drag when I heard him coming back downstairs. I looked up and he had a leather collar and a huge dildo in his hand and he was wearing this leather harness and nothing else. He took the pipe from me and told me I was clearly ready to be a total fucktoy, I just didn’t believe it myself. He handed me the collar and told me to put it on tight, so I did. The dildo had a huge suction cup at the base, he pushed the magazines on the table off onto the floor and slammed the dildo onto the edge of the table sticking straight up. He sat back down on the chair, and signaled me to come over again between his legs, his cock was rock hard and grabbed my head by the hair and slammed my face down into his sweaty crotch, I couldn’t believe how hard he rammed his cock into my face. His cock and balls were all sweaty and I just opened my mouth up wide and buried his cock in my mouth, slobbering all over it, I was uncontrollably sucking on his cock when I felt him start to cum, he grabbed me by the hair and pumped my face mindlessly, till I gulped every drop of cum. I sat up and waited to see what he wanted me to do next. He leaned over, grabbed me by the throat and said “I’ll only ask you this one more time, do you really wanna find out how much you can take?”. At this point I was clearly totally mindlessy out of it but hungry to let go so I said “Yes!”. I expected o be flipped over and fucked like I had never been fucked before lol, and it made me real real nervous but excited. He grabbed me again by the hair and slapped me across the face hard. My ear was ringing and I could feel my cock start to get hard. To my surprise he told me he had plans and couldn’t play much longer. I looked at him and said he had to fuck me, he got me to this insanely horney state and now he was gonna leave me? I started to grab at my cock, slapping it hard begging him to fuck me. But he said he couldn’t. I told him, which was completely true, that I had never felt so horney in my life, but he already knew the state I was in. He told me to turn around and bend over, stick my ass up in the air and stay still. I was kinda confused, but I did what he said. I bent over and stuck my ass up, then I felt this hard plastic tube press against my hole and poke on my ass, he told me to stay still and if I did, I’d get exactly what I wanted. So I assumed he was lubing me up to fuck me. I felt this warm swish into my ass, he pulled the tube out and told me to stay in that position. Next I felt the pipe again against my lips, he leaned into my ear and said “I want you to suck on this pipe as many times as you can, the more drags you take the wilder time your gonna have, so I figured he was teasing me with the “I don’t have a lot of time” excuse. I layed there on all fours taking drag after drag when he finally stopped me, and pulled me up to my feet. He told me to get dressed. I was completely confused and feeling insanely horney. All I wanted to do was slide my fingers in my ass now and finger fuck myself. He told me to leave on the collar and follow him. We went out to his car and he started to drive away, I asked him if he was really into me cause I’d do whatever he wanted. He said he didn’t have time to play anymnore today, but that I had done twice as much ‘smoke’ as any new kid he’d used, so in the next 20 minutes I would e out of control horney and would wanna fuck anything and there was no way to stop the urge. I said why would you get me all fucked up and then drop me off at home, that was mean. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number, he then said to me he gave me something. A booty bump, and in like 15 minutes I would have this uncontrollable urge to get fucked in my ass nonstop for hours. I was starting to get frustrated thinking I’d have to finger myself for the next hour alone, then he started talking into his cell, all he said was “I’ll drop him off in 5 minutes, he’s wearing one of my leather collars and he is totally pumped full and ready to go”, and then he hung up. I was starting to get it. We pulled up to the only adult bookstore in the area with video booths. The same place I had been like 5 times before for some really mild action. He told me if I wanted to have exactly what I kept saying I wanted, I was to go into this place, and wait for one of the 2 booths all the way in the back to free up and to go into one and leave the door open. Then he handed me two more bottles of water, He said, before you go into the booth, go to the bathroom and chug a whole bottle, and then go to the booth. He told me NOT to drink the other bottle till later in the evening when I was told to. By now my heart was beating real hard and I was covered in sweat. He pointed to the bus stop across the street and said its up to me. Either take the bus back to my town or go into the video booths, I got out and almost staggered a bit. He closed the door and drove away……