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Part 1 I love anonymous cum dump play at motels. Have had several successes (one, 18 loads from 16 guys - one guy came back for seconds and thirds.) There have also been some flood; but that’s to be expected. The last time I had a scene like this was the one with 18 loads. Hole remained tight and held the loads until the next morning, walking through Target, I could feel the cum dripping down my leg. I think some guys could smell it as they kept staring at me. Went into the bathroom and held my hand under my hole and let all the cum out. Just as I was about to use it to jerk off, the door opened and a guy walked in. Bypassed the urinals and stopped right in front of my stalk, standing and watching me through the crack. I sat and waited, clock hard and sticking up. Guy, who I thought may be plain clothes security, unzipped his pants, fished his cock out. I heard him whisper, “Open your door, i can smell your need for cock. We all can.” Figuring, “What the hell,” I unlocked and opened the door. There in front of me was one of the guys I noticed, bearded, late 30s probably, with a ring on the finger. Married straight guy. JACKPOT!!! Knowing my role, I stood up, turned around and showed him my ass. I reached my hand back, filled with spunk, and rubbed some in my crack and into my hole. I was shocked and very turned on when the guy grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick, telling me, “Lube me up faggot.” I stroked his cock, making sure to lube his head and shaft heavily. “Enough. Spread ‘em fag.” I kicked off my shorts from one foot, spread my legs to get a good stance, and then reached back to spread my cheeks as ordered. “Fuck, faggot, you look like you had some fun.” He stepped forward, placed his cock head at my hole and told me, “Be quiet.” With that he rammed in balls deep in one thrust and I fought to hold in the scream. Even with all the fucks, it hurt like hell. He did not waste time, or allow me to get used to his dick. He began tucking me hard and fast, telling me, “The wife’s waiting for me.” I moaned in ecstasy when he said this. He laughed and said, “You know it faggot. She won’t let me do this to her,” pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. “Gods thing that faggot sluts like you are so horny for straight guys and will bend over whenever we tell you.” He proceeded to stop talking and intensify his pounding of my cunt. He slammed in one more time, telling me, “Take my straight load in your cunt faggot.” He shot several times before pulling out. I immediately spun around and dropped to my knees. I engulfed his cum covered cock to the base, cleaning it, his pubes and balls of all traces of cum. “Fuck yeah, full service faggot. Hole and cleaning. Back off, I gotta take a wicked piss.” I only tightened my lips, looked up at him and nodded. “No fucking way.” He released and pissed down my throat. He shoved his clean and soft cock back in his pants. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, “Give me your number. I’m going to need that cunt more.” I scribbled my number on some toilet paper and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket and walked out. Fast forward six years, married, started partying, but fewer allowances to do scenes like this. Until now. Husband had to go out of town for a week to “Find himself.” That’s great, you do that. I will find myself in my own way. I placed adds on BBRTS, Grindr and anywhere else I could think of. Still mourn the loss of Craigslist personals. About 8 guys expressed interest. So I reserved a room at a cheap, rundown motel in Denver and drove up Saturday. I checked in and realized this was the perfect setting. Room was a bed, table and bathroom. Lighting was already dim with only two lights. The bed was king size, trashy blanket and sheets. Most important - the door was not an new door. Latch on top fir safety, but heavy and out of shape. I could push the food halfway closed, and it wouldn’t move easily. Perfect for it to remain open. After cleaning out very deeply (never know what might come up) I placed very explicit and direct ads on all the sites: “Anonymous motel pump n dump. Hotel name and room number sent in first reply; no long messaging. Door is open, room dimly lit. I’ll be face down, ass up, blindfold optional. You knock, cum in, fuck me, breed me and leave. Multiple cummers can stay and fuck as long as you need. Otherwise, you need to get going, no staying to watch. Here are the rules: no making appointments. You show up and take your chance of walking in on me getting fucked, or another coming in while you’re fucking me. If you’re not down with this, then this isn’t the scene for you. Only limits are women/pain/blood and the like. Fucking can be mild to wild, your choice. I can take it hard, so feel free. Primary focus is on getting fucked and seeded, but other stuff can be involved, if it goes there.” Within 10 minutes, I was getting hits on Grindr but had to deny some who wanted to use condoms; did you even read the ad? The first wave of responses included 5 successful catches who said they could be there anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes. One actually piqued my interest as his first message was, “Fuck boy, I’m gonna take that ass apart. But I want to ask you a question first.” I thought about deleting him until he sent a picture of his cock and the PA that was in it. I responded back, “Fuck I need that cock. What’s the question?” He responded quickly, “You party?” Fuck, the question that always causes a challenge. If I respond honestly, some guys get turned off. If I lie and say no, some guys end chat right away. I looked over at the nightstand where my bag of T shards was sitting. I thought about how to respond, and devised a plan. I replied, “Never done it, fantasized about it. Even came close a few times, but chickened out each time. You party?” No response for a couple minutes and I began to give up and check other responses. Then his message came in. “Yeah boy, I party and love getting boys like you spun up and use you. I have enough T to get you going. Wanna do it this time? No chickening out or turning back?” I knew, this was going to be a chance to fulfill two fantasies at once: getting raw fucked by a guy with a PA and to possibly get stealth drugged. I replied, “How will it work, what if I say no?” His reply was direct, “You won’t say no to me faggot. Now, am I doing you or not? I’m ending chat after this if you don’t answer correctly.” Not wanting to appear to eager, I took about 90 seconds to think about it. I replied, “yes,Sir,” and gave him the hotel name and room number, along with a map. His response was simple, “I know the place. 30 minutes until your life changes boy. Hopefully, you’ll be loaded for me. I don’t use lube.” With that, the chat disappeared from the window. I checked all the other sites, sent out info and was alerted to a new message on Adam 4 Adam. Simply said, “in parking lot.” I closed my tablet, hid it under mattress. I quickly lubed a finger to open my hole. I grabbed a nice sized shard from the bag, which joined the tablet. Little more lube on fingers and shard. Shoved it as deep and as hard as possible up my ass. It began burning as I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening. Here we go.

Restroom Fun "It depends on what you are wearing underneath. Underwear, is probably a no. Nothing is also not allowed. Jockstrap is ok" I said. He nodded and took his jeans off, revealing a leather jockstrap that framed his ass nicely. He made a full 360 turn, modeling it for us. A few minutes later I saw a guy walk in and was happy he decided to come. I waved him over and introduced him to the group. "Gabriel, this is my co-worker Marc and his partner Sebastian. Guys, this is my friend Gabriel" I said. Gabriel left his tee on and while it was one for a famous leather store in San Francisco, he had no gear on other than some boots. Boots that were almost identical to the ones I had on. I got him a beer and when I came back the three of them were talking and I hoped it wasn't about me. We chatted for a while, looking around the room and admiring the wide range of guys. We kept getting interrupted as several guys came over to say "hi" to me, all making comments about how good it was to be out and mingling again. "You seem to know a lot of people here. You must have something they all want" Marc said. Gabriel looked over, concerned, but then relaxed when I replied "I have been coming here since I was in university so I have known many of them for years. Some are just friends, some I have done bondage play with. Only a couple were sex partners and that was years ago." About that time, Tim showed up with a friend of his. I spotted him, but before I could wave he saw me and came over to the table. With the introductions, we found out Tim's friend was Omar and I got refills for the beers. By the time I got back from the bar, Tim and Omar had their shirts off and tucked into their jeans. I could see Marc trying to figure out Tim's tattoo, but then got distracted with the new drink and his hand groping his partner. The conversation now got complicated. It really became two or three conversations but everyone seemed to be having a good time. Tim looked good in the tight jeans and a thin strapped harness, but it was more for show than anything else. One good tug on it and I'm sure I'd have just a fistful of broken straps in my hand. I later found out it was his dad's and I suspected Tim would be out shopping for his own after seeing many different ones that night that were much more functional. Gabriel and I went for the next round and Tim said he'd make sure that Sebastian made it to the bathroom ok. I gave them directions and Tim, Omar and Sebastian went off in search of a piss. "I'll hold the table" Marc said, looking a little worried. I ordered the six beers for us and then asked the bartender "What's Carlos drinking tonight?" Of course it was an expensive Scotch, but I got him one anyway. "I'll deliver it" I told the bartender. He gave us a tray to hold the pints and Gabriel lifted the heavy tray like it was second nature and didn't spill a drop. I walked over to the end of the bar with Gabriel in tow. I walked up to Carlos and handed the glass of scotch to him. "Thank you officer for all you do to keep us fags safe" I said, smiling. He stood up, took the glass and set it down on the bar next to his almost empty one. "Craig, you stud. How have you been? Since I haven't seen you, you must be keeping out of trouble" he said, being much more friendly than most of our encounters. I looked him over and he looked the same as when we were in his basement months ago. I looked to his side and there was a college aged guy kneeling on the floor in only a stained white jockstrap and plain black collar. A leash draped from his neck up to Carlos' hand. "Another rescue? The Animal Control Department is going to start complaining that you're taking all of the strays" I said. "No, this is just a boy that was looking for a Master. I have two rescues at home, now. Unfortunately, since they come from different gangs, I have to keep them caged separately or they'll kill each other" he said. "Shame, I always thought that Juan needed a playmate" I said with a grin. Glancing back at Gabriel I said "I need to get these drinks over to my friends before they get too warm. Let me know if you need my services again to mark your new rescue or maybe even this one" looking down to the floor. "Juan took care of the other rescue. It was quite a sight to watch. But, I'll keep that in mind if this one stays much longer. It's good to have them marked to show ownership. I see you have a new one too. He is a big improvement over Tim... much sexier. Just as toxic, I imagine" he said with a wink to Gabriel. We got back to the table and Marc was still sitting alone, scoping out the crowd and obviously concerned where his partner was. Gabriel set the glasses down, making sure they ended up in the right spots. "Let me go check the bathroom. I know it gets backed up when the place gets busy" I said as I turned and left Gabriel with Marc. Wandering to the back, I saw that there was a line to get into the bathroom. Saying "Just looking for someone" I was able to jump the line and go inside where I spotted the cause of the wait. Both stalls were occupied with guys fucking. There were only 2 of the five urinals being used to piss and a guy was using one of the sinks to empty his bladder. The first three urinals were taken by bottoms leaning against the wall getting their asses pounded. That's where I found them. Tim was standing back, watching his friend fuck Sebastian. "Some guy tossed that tee over Seb's head and pushed him to the wall. He fucked him good and then his buddy took over. Another guy finished his piss and then just slid right into Seb. I jumped in so another guy didn't" Tim told me as he watched Omar drill Sebastian. I'm sure that was close to what happened but Tim was not Sebastian's savior if Omar was now fucking him. I heard grunting from Omar and I knew he was about to add his probably viral load into Sebastian's ass. When he pulled his cock out, I moved in next, which seemed an unpopular move to some of the guys that were waiting their turn. I hooked my finger into the back ring on Sebastian's collar and leaned in. "Back away from the urinal, wipe your ass with the T-shirt and we're going back to the table. I'll keep quiet if you want me to" I said sternly into his ear. He nodded and I tugged backward on the collar. He did as he was told, dropping the t-shirt on the floor as we made our way out of the crowded room. Who knows if that urinal got used as a fuck or a piss station after we left, but Marc was relieved when he saw us coming back. "They sure seemed to like watching all of the fucking that was going on in there. No wonder there was a line" I said when we got back to the table. Both Tim and Omar had big smiles on their faces. Sebastian looked a little nervous and I saw some cum drip down his leg. We all talked a little more and then Gabriel said "I hate to go, but I have an early doctor's appointment in the morning." "I hope it's nothing serious" Marc said. "Just some tests to see how viral I am" he said unemotionally. Everyone at the table looked shocked at his comment. Tim looked at me, obviously wondering if he was Gabriel's bug brother. "Viral?" Sebastian asked. "Yeah, I have HIV and I'm seeing a new doctor about treatment" Gabriel replied, just as frank as with his prior comment. Part of me was proud that he could finally talk about it without breaking down, but I was also worried that he was now numb to it. I was surprised, though, that he hadn't mentioned that he had made an appointment. "Oh, I'm sorry. Good luck tomorrow" Marc said. Gabriel seemed to ignore Marc's comment as he took a last swig of his beer and headed to the door. As soon as he was gone, Mark turned to Sebastian and said "See, that's why we are so careful."

Horny after work, so stipped in abs on the chance there'd be a hole I was interested in. Not a bad crowd surprisingly, but mostly twinks. I saw one kept staring at me, so I went over and asked if he liked daddies. He was maybe 5'6", 120lbs, brown/brown, and maybe 18. I know they card folks before they get in the back rooms. Anyways, we go to a booth, and I push him down and pull out my cock. He begins sucking right away. Does a pretty good job, but I want his ass pussy. I have him stand and bend over onto the seat, pull down his shorts and start fingering his smooth hairless hole. He's moaning, and I'm spitting as much as I can to lube him up. I have one hand on his back to hold him still, and the other is lining my cock up with his hole. I begin pushing in, and he's letting out a pained moan. I tell him to relax and keep pushing, and finally slide all the way in. I'm really worked up by now, so I just start fucking him steady and tell him I'm going to fuck his tight ass until it's stretched out. He's obviously is uncomfortable, but never tells me to stop. After a minute my cock is sliding in and out easier, as my precum was doing its job. I ask him if I just popped his cherry, and he nods and keeps letting out the occasional gasp and moan. I let him know I'm going to finish the job and nut in his ass, and I no sooner get the words out when I start unloading. I good 7 squirts as deep as I could get them. He doesn't move, so I slide my cock out and stand him upright. I reach around and feel his cock. It's soft as can be, and no dripping. So, instead I put a finger in his hole to feel my cum in there, tell him he has a sweet ass pussy, and then head out the door.

The rest of the night I could only think about the cum in my ass. I thought I got it all out but when I slide my finger in my ass I could still smell cum on my finger. It turned me on, and I had to jack off in the bathroom and I fell asleep trying to picture what the guys I sucked off looks like and I was not sure I had ever been so horny in my life. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was no use. I finally dozed off and got up early and showered and headed to work. I fought the temptation to go back to the glory hole and check it out at lunch and decided to surf the internet and I stumbled on to a website squirt.org and I joined since it had a section on where glory holes could be found, and I realized there was one in a building two doors down. I read a few of the post and decided it was work a walk to check it out. When I arrived, there were already to guys in two of the three stalls. The middle one was open, and I entered and sat on the toilet. Both buys started tapping their feet, I peeked through the hole on the right and from what I could see there was a guy in sweatpants and a T-shirt holding his dick. He looked lean and in good shape. The other side was a businessman in a dress shirt and tie. I was not sure what to do but I put my fingers up to the hole with the guy in sweats and he stood up and guided his dick through the hole. He was sporting a nice moderately thick 8-inch dick uncut, and I began so suck his dick and he was moaning. The other guy put his dick through the hole although I could not see anything until he knocked on the wall and I pulled off the dick I was sucking, and a huge dick was rock hard pointing right at me, and I began to suck his cock while I held onto his 8 inches and slowly jacked it. I went back and forth for several minutes and then the guy to my right 8 incher pulled out and asked to see my ass. I had cleaned out before I came so I dropped my underwear and showed him my ass while I sucked the other guy’s dick. The guy to my right reached through and felt my ass and then pulled me back to him and lined my hole up with the glory hole and began eating my ass like the skater dude had done. This went on for three to four minutes and then he slides his finger inside me and then and another and just like before his dick slide in me bare and he began to fuck me. It felt amazing and then I heard him breathing heavy and he said take my nut you little slut. He pulled out and said clean my dick boy and I turned around and sucked his dick clean while my ass was pointing toward the hole. I felt the businessman touch my hole and slide his finger inside me and then pull me toward the hole while I was still sucking the other guy’s dick and before I knew it that huge dick was pressing into me, and it hurt. I was making some noise and the guy who just fucked me pulled out of me and held some poppers up to my nose and I inhaled three times each side and I was flying while the guy behind me fucked my hole and 8 to 10 minutes later he shot his load inside me. The guy who gave me the poppers said good boy and he unlocked his door and went to the sink and the businessman also did and I heard businessman say fuck dud you were right; you can find some great ass here. I thought fuck, they planned this entire thing, and they were just waiting for someone like me. I waited for them to leave and sat on the toilet hoping someone would come in and then I heard the door, footsteps the stall door open, close and lock and the guy unbuckled his jeans and they dropped to the floor. He sat down and I peeked through the hole, and it was a middle-aged white guy, good looking and he had a wedding ring on. I tapped my foot and so did he, then he put his finger to the hole, and I stood up and guided my dick through and he began to suck my cock and six or seven minutes later I shot a huge load in his mouth. I walked back to my car knowing I had two loads inside me and as much as I was annoyed that they knew each other and I was getting hard picturing their hot dick and know I had a part of them inside me.

Another that got too long and I split it in 2. No sex, just story in this part. Sorry. ------------- The Out of Towners On Friday, my boss had given me a heads up to reserve my evenings the next week since we had a guy from the Euro office coming in most of the week. "Dinner on Monday and if they don't have plans, take him on a lake cruise or out for drinks Tuesday and Wednesday" he said. It had been a fun but crazy weekend with Gabriel but when he left Sunday afternoon I knew I needed to rest up for the week. Monday morning I showed up at the office dressed better than normal and unsure of what was going to happen. No one made a comment about the earrings, but I still felt self conscious about them. I knew we had meetings all day, but hopefully I'd be able to escape dinner by eight. I didn't have any plans, I just hated those social work things. My boss introduced me to the guest, Marc, and just as we grabbed coffee and a pastry, the meeting started. The morning went quick and when we broke for lunch I went to recycle four cups of coffee. As I came out of the restroom, Marc was standing there. "Can I ask you a personal question, Craig?" I never like questions like this. "Oh... maybe, I like to keep my personal life private, but you can ask" I said with a grin. "I heard you are gay. Is it true?" he asked. I took a deep breath and replied "My sex life is separate from my work life. It never interferes in my ability to do my job" I said coldly. "No, no. I didn't mean it that way. My partner joined me on this trip and I was hoping you could tell me some gay places we should see while we are in the city" he replied, smiling. I laughed at my misreading of the question. Sometimes a grammatically correct sentence doesn't truly impart the intended meaning. "Oh, I'm sorry. I took it the wrong way. Uh... there are lots of things that gay people do in the city. Museums, the zoo, beaches... shopping, of course" I said. The look on his face told me I should think of more exciting places. "Or, for nightlife we have dance clubs, drag bars, regular gay bars, leather bars, bathhouses... almost anything. What kinds of places were you looking for?" I asked. His eyes lit up with my second set of suggestions. While he looked a little older than me, he was in good shape and I could see him in almost all of those places. "Those sound more interesting. Let me text my partner and see what he wants" Marc said. "Tonight we have dinner planned and I think I heard you are flying to LA on Thursday. Two nights doesn't give you much time to experience it all. You should pick two and spend the evening exploring one each night" I said to him. He nodded and I got a message from my boss saying that lunch was ready. We finished up the day and the three of us walked over to one of the nicer restaurants near the office. Waiting outside, looking around impatiently, was a young guy in his early 20s. Blond, slender and a little shorter than me. He was dressed well and as soon as we got close, Marc ran up to him and hugged him, placing a kiss on each cheek. A few people looked at them but as soon as the flurry of French came out of their mouths they carried on. My boss and I were introduced to Sebastian and we went inside to be seated. I had never really talked to my boss about being gay, we kept our conversations strictly about work. Most everyone in the office knew, but I just never made a point to say anything about it. Not like the straight guys that would sit in the lunchroom bragging about the latest women they'd screwed. But, here we were, three gay guys and one straight guy talking about almost anything. We heard about how Marc and Sebastian met, how long they'd been together, trips they had taken, and more. "Do you have a partner, Craig?" Marc asked. My boss looked over, seemingly more interested in this than anything else. "No, I don't. I really don't do well in relationships. I much prefer Mr. Last Night than having a boyfriend" I replied, using the same line I usually used when asked this question before. Everyone laughed but as soon as I said it, Gabriel's face flashed in front of me. We had finished off the third bottle of wine when my boss made his apologies for having to leave to get back to his wife. The three of us stuck around and finished off a fourth bottle of wine and dessert. With only us queers at the table, the conversation got a little more lively. "You really keep your sex life and work life separate?" Marc asked. "I only broke that rule once and it got me fired from my first job" I said. "This sounds interesting" Sebastian said, suddenly being more talkative. "It was simple. I like to play around and he wanted a faithful husband. When he found out I was fucking several other guys, he dumped me and made up a few lies to get me fired" I explained. They were nodding, but I wasn't sure if they had been in that situation before or just could relate to it. "Gay men are not meant to be monogamous. Sebastian has many lovers, as do I. Sometimes we even get them together. It's a much better way" Marc stated. I nodded, agreeing to an extent but still not wanting to get locked into a relationship. "So, have you decided what types of places to go on your free evenings? I can give you some suggestions if you want" I said, trying to steer the conversation away from relationships. Sebastian got excited again and both of them leaned in. "We don't know what places you usually go to but we hoped you would take us to a leather bar tomorrow. Then... the bath house on Wednesday. I wish we had more time, but next week we are spending four days in San Francisco so we will have some fun there too" Sebastian said enthusiastically. I thought about it a moment and I didn't have a problem taking them to a leather bar, since that was mostly a social event. Some drinking, take a look at the guys and figure out which were real and which were posers. Maybe even toy with some of the college guys that always showed up. I would just avoid playing in the bathroom or back room. The bathhouse was off limits. The last thing I wanted was to run into RJ who was screaming about how I pozzed him in front of my co-workers. Another reason sex and work should not get mixed together. "Yeah, we can hit the leather bar tomorrow. I think it's the night you don't need gear, which makes it easier for you two" I said. "Oh, we brought some of our leather clothes" Marc said with a grin. "As far as the bathhouse, I just don't feel comfortable going there with people from work. It's a rule I just won't break. Besides, all you need to know is where it is. They all are pretty similar" I said, taking the last sip of wine from my glass. They looked disappointed and I hated being an ass since they seemed to be good guys. After a few minutes I said "Let me see if any of my friends will show it to you." They both smiled and we toasted our empty glasses to the next few nights of adventure. Once I got home, I texted Tim "Got any leather?" I got a reply from him a while later "wtf?" "guy from work in from out of town. Wants to hit a cpl gay spots while here" I replied. "ok we gonna tag him?" he replied. "I wont. leather bar just social meet on tues. thought you could show him the bath wed" I texted back, crossing my fingers. "why dont u take him 2 bath?" Tim asked. "Too much gossip @work if I do. Bar ok, baths cud make trbl for me" I answered. "He hot?" Tim replied about ten minutes later. "mid 30s, good bod with twink partner ur age" I sent back. "partner?" he asked and I replied "they r open." "U want me to poz em?" Tim then asked. This was a question I didn't really want to be involved in. "I dont want to know if u guys do anything. Im setting up a tour. no more" I texted back. "but u asked me and u know I like 2 fuck - guys" he texted, obviously digging to see my intent for the guys. "no clue if they are + or -. maybe u can find out at leather bar ;)" I said. I was being honest there, it hadn't come up and I didn't care since I wouldn't be fucking them. If they flew back home with a few souvenirs, it wasn't going to be my fault. A few more messages later and Tim agreed to meet at 9 over at The Saddle. Marc, Sebastian and I hit a pub near work to get dinner and then I headed home. I gave them the address and set up an uber to take them from their hotel to the south end of the gayborhood. When I got home I showered and laid out a few outfits trying to figure out how far to go. Jeans, tee, boots and cuffs seemed to be the safe call. The tee would probably be off before we even got in the door. I laid out a few more combos of stuff i had and settled on leather pants and boots, my favorite harness covered by a tee until I got there. I got a few looks heading to the train and even more as I got off and walked the four blocks to The Saddle. The place had started out as a country and western bar but soon found the gay leather community taking over. Even after the owners sold out, the name and crowd stayed the same and occasionally some naive cowboys would walk in and have the surprise of their life. Many ran out, but some stayed and found a new type of bronco to ride bareback. I stood out front, waiting for Marc and Sebastian to show up. Their uber pulled up a couple minutes later and I looked them over. Marc had a muscular upper body that was bulging under the tight t-shirt and harness. A large tribal tattoo was visible on his left arm below the sleeve of his tee and there was a partial sleeve on his right arm. No wonder he had worn a dark, long sleeve dress shirt at work. Marc wore leather pants, similar to mine and much chunkier boots. Sebastian appeared dressed more for a straight bar, wearing jeans, a tee and some canvas sneakers. The only thing that wasn't vanilla was the thick leather collar around his neck. We said hi and I ushered them to the doorway and walked in. It was decent crowd and I glanced around the room, looking for a spot for four or six. After we sat down, I pulled my tee shirt off and tucked it in my back pocket. The other two also pulled off their tees. Sebastian pulled out a canvas bag and stuffed their shirts in. I handed mine over and headed to the bar. I ordered based on what we had at the pub earlier for dinner. A couple light lagers and a hoppy ale for me. While waiting for the pints to get poured I looked around and saw several familiar faces. One in particular was a pleasant surprise. As I walked back to the table, I noticed Marc had a huge back tattoo with a medieval theme in addition to the ink on his arms. It was quite a contrast to Sebastian's un-inked body. I dropped off the pints and Sebastian leaned in over the table. "Can I take my pants off here?" he asked.

Glory Holes have been around as long as there have been men's rooms. But what's their true purpose? Obviously for Cocks to get sucked off by men that crave it. But, there's another, deeper function too. When there's a public room (i.e. men's rest room), with one or more glory holes carved into the partitions, it focuses all the attention on only one thing: Lust. The need to suck a Cock off, feel the rush when it pumps Sperm down the throat or up the gut. Glory holes are seldom bigger than they need to be to get the Cock/balls through and mate with a hungry mouth or hole. This fact actually reduces our concentration to the lowest common denominator. If you happen to like beefy guys, and the Cock on the other side of the partition is so skinny he could walk through a harp, you won't know or care. The only important thing is the hard Cock staring back at you through the gh. If you like skinny guys, and the guy on the other side is beefy, you won't see or care. All you care is there's a man that needs to sate his Lust, just as you need to sate yours. Whether the Cock pumps sperm down your throat or up your Hole, the important thing - boiled down to it's lowest common denominator - is hard raw Cock mating with hungry raw Hole. There are no other considerations available. Of course, in a bar/"bookstore"/whatever known for raw pigsex, men will cruise each other and head to the john to complete the act of mating with each other(s). But in general, glory holes serve a magnificent purpose by filtering out all the unnecessary distractions, allowing us to focus on only our Lust, the need to mate with our brothers, the craving to pitch or catch sperm. Maybe you finish and see the guy as he leaves, and think to yourself "oh fuck - did I actually suck that mess off?" Or, "oh fuck - that guy is hotttt - I want/need more" and go get his contact information. In either case, the act of mating with your brothers has taken place, as it will again and again and again. Glory Holes serve a crucially important function: it's all about lust - all about mating. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm. Whether at a group breeding orgy, a glory hole, in an alley, at your place or his, wherever. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm.

If it's a 1-on-1 breeding, yeah, I better get at least 1 load in me. When I'm out in a multi-partner setting, then it's all about the sodomy an the pleasure being penetrated by cocks and hands with the knowledge from my experiences past I will go home with loads in me, even if it's not from every guy or right way. Wed night was pup night at a local bar, which has a play area in the back. I was in it most of the might in my pup gear taking cocks in me. Tops generally don't want to fuck and cum right away because they want to sodomize as many of us as they can, so i always make sure i stay late for when the tops are ready to call it a night and need a hole to spill their nut seed in. By that time I've enjoyed hours of constant sexual use and feeling the loads leaking from my trashed ass is a high that never gets old.

I think there are two different kinds of bottom on this regard, and the difference between them is stark. What I read over and over in the responses here is: 1. “I’m in it for the load” (i.e., the sex is about what I get) 2. “I had better end up with a load” (i.e., the Top owes me a load) 3. “I feel disappointed/cheated if I don’t get a load” (i.e., I didn’t receive what I was entitled to) 4. “It’s like a drug...a dose of his seed...I’m addicted” (i.e., the chemical effects of the contents of the load are a motivator) I read these replies, and I understand what you say... but as fellow bottoms I don’t understand you at all. We stand on opposite sides of a philosophical chasm when it comes to this. It doesn’t matter to me whether I end up with a load after a Man fucks me. This is why: 1. I don’t approach sex thinking about what I’m going to get. I offer my sex hoping that I’ll be able to give. If that giving means the Top is so pleasured that he climaxes inside me, mission accomplished. If he’s so pleasured that he fucks me in half for an hour without cumming but leaves with a smile, mission accomplished. 2. If the Top inseminates me, I am humbled - he has given me a gift. First, he gave me the gift of his intimacy, and his trust, and then the exquisite gift of his semen. And It is his load, a physical part of him that he has chosen to share with me personally, and to leave with me as a mark of his joining his flesh to mine. 3. If the Top does not inseminate me, I do not feel cheated or disappointed that I did not receive something due me. The load isn’t mine, it’s his, to give or not give at his pleasure. He doesn’t ever, ever owe me his load. Now, if he fails to cum and leaves dissatisfied, then I will feel disappointment, but it will be a deep disappointment with myself for having failed him, not with him for having failed me. 4. Like you, when I am bred and his liquid enters my system, my body responds to the chemicals in his semen that give a sense of pleasure and well-being. With each load I take, I want more. It’s potent stuff. But for me, the glow I feel after a long fuck, load or no load, has nothing to do with that - it’s the pleasure of knowing that I did a good thing and did it very well, and made someone else happy, even if just for a little while. To you, all this may make me sound crazy, or self-deluded, or naïve, but it’s the way I actually do sex. And the only time I end up disappointed is when there’s no fucking at all. I only know that the surest way to deal with the problem of disappointment is to change your own expectations. If you can find a way to for sex to be rewarding every time regardless of the load - a thing you will never be in control of - then you will seldom be disappointed.

As a top, I want bottom that truly gives me the sense that my sexual needs are his priority. Second, I want him to appreciate that I am willing to fuck him. I dont like bottoms who treat me as a human dildo. I am doing you an act of kindness by fucking you. And finally, I want you appreciate my load. So dont tell me to cum in a condom or pull out. I dont care about the physical body as much as the attitude.

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

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.

I It was just like any other day. Same routine just a different environment. I had gotten a new job up north and it was about to be a month working there. I was new to this area and wasn’t use to all the attention from all the locals. A lot of hot guys and not enough time haha. It was a Friday afternoon. I had just gotten to work. Less busy then normal. Since it was slow I decided to hop on my phone and check the apps. So many hot guys and here I was stuck at work. I thought, maybe I can set something up for later tonight. I was really horny and needed some attention. I came across this profile of this really cute guy. Right as I was checking his profile, I got a message. It was from him. “Hey there. What’s up?” He asked. “Hey. Nothing much. Just here at work.” I replied. I don’t know why I got so nervous all of sudden, he was so hot. Definitely my type. Everything pretty much checked off on my list. “Nice. Any plans after?” He asked. I really didn’t have nothing to do after. Plus, I normally prep before leaving anywhere in case of situations like this. He was so hot. I definitely wouldn’t mind getting plowed by him tonight. ”None yet. But I’m open to some ideas.”I responded. Now I was excited for work to be over. This guy was just so sexy. Good thing I was clean and ready to go. Now just gotta wait for work to be done and the fun can begin. “If you’re up for it, come over after.” He replied. “I’m looking for a hot bottom to have some fun with.” I got turned on at how direct he was with his words. “Yeah. I get off at 7:30pm. I’ll hit you up then. My name is Daniel.” I responded. “I’m Azreal. Can’t wait to meet you.” He responded. Such a sexy name. We exchanged numbers. I continued working since by this time it was getting a little busy. Time will fly by now. The faster work goes by, the faster I can meet up with Azreal. 7:30pm. “Just clocked out.” I texted. “You still wanna meet up?” Awaiting his response, I got nervous. I was really about to hang out with this guy I’ve never met. He was so sexy. “Hey you. Yeah I’m still down. I’ll send you my location.” He responded. He dropped a pin. His address wasn’t far from me. It was actually a five minute walk from work. I’ll be there in no time. “Hey again. I’m right outside.” I texted him. “Cool. I’ll buzz you in. Top floor, first door on the right.” As I made my way up the stairs I got a little tensed. It was just the nerves, but I couldn’t let them get the best of me. Azreal was so hot, and I wanted him deep in me. I knocked on the door. “Hey. Come on in. Make yourself at home.” Azreal said as he was holding the door open. I walked in and took of my shoes. He led me down the hallway towards the living room. It was a little smokey. “Did you just finished smoking?” I asked. I noticed a tray on the table. There was a pipe and a jar on it. Never seen anything like that before. Maybe this is what he was smoking. “Yeah. I can pack the bowl if you want a hit. Can I get you a drink?” He asked. “Yes please. I’ll take a coke if you have any?” He went to the kitchen to grab my drink. I patiently waited for him. I was still amazed by the tray that was on the table. “Here you are.” He handed me a can of coke already open. I didn’t realized how thirsty I was, I drunk it so fast. “Thirsty huh?” He asked. “If you need another just let me know.” He smiled. He had a nice smile. I started to feel a little dizzy. Maybe from drinking the coke so fast. Couldn’t really understand what Azreal was saying to me. I simply nodded my head. Next thing you know I felt some hands on my waist. “You’re so sexy. Thank you for coming over. How are you feeling?” He asked. I felt a little dizzy, almost drunk even. I felt his hands going up my shirt. So warm. “I feel…..I feel hot.” I felt like I was slurring my words. I unbuckled my pants, or did he do that. I don’t know. I opened my eyes and I saw my legs were up. Pants and undies were off. I felt a wet tongue on my hole. It felt so good. I let out a moan. “You like that?” Azreal asked. “I got something else you’re gonna really like.” I felt a finger on my hole. He was trying to push it in. I normally don’t like being fingered. However, I was so hot and bothered, that I really didn’t want to complain. He starting fingering me. In and out the finger went. I let out another moan. “Please fuck me, please.” I said to him. I want him deep in me. My hole was craving his cock. “As you wish.” He said, “But first let me open you up a little bit.” He reached over to the tray and grabbed the jar that was next to the pipe. “What’s…….tha—“ I couldn’t get my sentence out. His finger felt so good in my ass. Another moan escaped my lips. “You’re really tight. This will help relax you.” I felt him pushing whatever he took out the jar into my ass. It burned a little. Then I felt my chest tense up a bit, a cough was coming. “There you go baby. You’ll be ready to take my cock in no time.” He said. “Plus a few others” My body got all hot. His finger still in my ass. Felt like two, three I lost count “Fuck me. Fuck me please sir.” I begged. I just wanted his dick inside me. “You ready for hard cock boy?” He asked, “I’m gonna load you up nice and deep.” I felt him rubbing his cock head on my hole, it felt so good. He popped it in. A moan escaped again. He was so big, I didn’t think I could take it. “Yeah take this dick slut. Your hole is so tight.” He said. At this point he’s balls deep. Whatever he put up my ass was helping. I just wanted cock, his cock. I didn’t even see if he put on a rubber, but I didn’t care. I just want him deep inside of me. My hole was his to do what he pleases with. “Yes sir, fuck me. Fuck this hole. Breed me deep.” I begged. Thrust after thrust, it felt so good. He turned me over and fucked me doggie. His hands at my hips. “You like that boy. Your hole feels so good. I’m getting close.” He said into my ear. My ass was his, all his. I could feel his balls hitting mine. With one final thrust, “Take my load boy!” He pushed balls deep. I cold feel his load being deposited up my ass. Pulse after pulse. I felt it throb at least a good 5-6 times. “I hope you like that load boy. This ass is mine now.” He said to me. I was waiting for him to pull out, “You’re not done here boy.” He grabbed my hands and cuffed them. “This as belongs to me.” He slapped my ass. I was still face down, ass up at this point since he cuffed my hands. “I hope you’re ready for another round, this time with me and some of my friends boy.” He said as he was opening the jar again. My hole was loose and gaping, he shoved another of what he used earlier. Again I felt my chest rise, I coughed. “More! I want more sir. Please, more cock…” To be continued.

Spent 10 hours or so with a hung guy from BBRT on his sailboat berthed in a local marina getting ‘relaxed’, stretched and fucked - amazing what you can fit in a tight space! 😜💦 Best night for a long time!

It’s the satisfaction of knowing you’re being used for another man’s pleasure. I like to do a tease thing where I ask my tops to save their loads to get hot and bothered. Then when we meet I give them head and edge them until they ask to fuck me. Then it’s on them when they want to unload and then do it over and over again. You tell me when I can cum once you’re finished with me 😈 there’s nothing hotter than the reward of cum. Especially when they’re passed your second sphincter 🤤🤤

I’m still hoping Liam can come over to our side… The only problem with this adventure is that it leaves me aching for more…

If you say it and you don't hold them to it, what is the point, and why are you complaining? If someone did something to me, sexually, that I'd made clear was off the table, my response would be to reach around, grab his nuts, and squeeze like I was trying to make a glass of OJ. "I said STOP!" is pretty clear, and anyone who keeps going after that needs a sharp, painful reminder to pay better attention. If you're not prepared to stop the sex to ensure it's done within the limits you've set, then you haven't really set any limits. You've made suggestions.

My first sexual encounter and my first bareback experience was in 1982. The plague years as I call it. Have always had bareback sex. It just took me 30+ years to end up Poz. Not exactly sure what your looking for here but that’s my story

Part 10 - The Frozen Exterior The royal car arrived at the front of the palace and Alex thanked the royal family for their hospitality and in return he received an open invitation to the palace whenever he wanted. The Duchess had come over specially to see Alex off, she had found him a breath of fresh air and even though he was on their level their conversation had flowed effortlessly and full of humour. Liam had the door open and bowed his head as Alex climbed in the back seat then closed the door. He walked around to the other side of the limousine and climbed in the back next to Alex who glanced at him taking his seat and surprised he was sitting in the back with him. "Do we have everything we need for the trip?" Alex asked him. "Yes your highness" Liam replied getting his phone out and texting his parents. "Wonderful things mobile phones your highness" Liam remarked glancing at the prince. Alex sat silently looking out of the window "Have you got both your phones?" Liam asked. "No I..." Alex stopped and looked at him "How did you know?" he asked. Liam carried on texting "Don't underestimate me your highness" he simply replied. Alex bit his lower lip and turned to the window "Is Artem looking after it?" Liam now asked. "Yes" Alex replied pausing for a moment, "Suppose you are going to tell on me now". "Depends how well you behave on this trip" Liam replied smiling and still texting. Alex sat in silence for the rest of the twenty minute trip to the airport and was thankful when the royal car they were travelling in pulled up outside the Barajas VIP building. Attendants swiftly attended the car and opened both passenger doors, Liam was greeted and Alex climbed out with the attendant bowing his head 'Your royal highness welcome' he said guiding Alex in to the building. Liam retained protocol and walked behind the prince and it was evident that Alex was ignoring him whilst they had their passports checked and went through security screening before entering the lounge. Liam stood watching over him whilst they waited in the privacy of the lounge waiting to be taken to the aircraft by the airlines ground staff who appeared sooner than they expected 'Your highness they are ready for you to board' he said politely guiding Alex to the waiting car airside. Again Liam sat in the back with Alex as the car snaked around the buildings and under the airbridges until it arrived at the aircraft. The chief purser was standing at the stop of the stairs outside of the airbridge and curtsied 'Your royal highness Prince Alexander welcome on board, please allow me to take you to your seat' she said leading the way. The doors to the aircraft were closed behind them as they walked through first class to the front row and the two centre suite pods. The divider was already down and Alex reached over to raise the partition but Liam stopped him and smirked shaking his head. "You really know how to irritate me" Alex said sitting back in his seat. Liam leaned forward "I need to keep an eye on you your highness" he reminded him. Alex scoffed "Yeah like I am going to disappear on a plane" he remarked. "I wouldn't put it past you to try" Liam replied settling in to his seat. Alex settled back and accepted a glass of champagne "Go easy your highness" Liam said. Out of spite Alex downed it and hiccupped several time "You never learn" Liam remarked. "You disapprove of everything I do so what" Alex replied, "Anyway I am only the spare". Liam sat forward glaring at him "Don't you ever let me hear you say that again!" he said angrily. Alex was taken back and tried to shrink in his seat, he never expected his protection officer to react so dramatically at those words and he felt shame at putting himself down in that way to someone he didn't really know well. Liam sat back in his seat a little disturbed at what he heard. Alex put the tail camera on his screen and clamped the headphones on listening to music and watching the plane moving away from the gate towards the runway. Not long after they were airborne the purser came round to Liam's seat asking if he wanted to dine, he spoke quietly to the purser who nodded and went off. A few minutes later she returned serving them drinks, Alex settled down watching a movie in the hope he could ignore Liam when the chief purser appeared and started to lay his table for dinner. He looked a little perplexed when they set up two place settings and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Alex was about to tell her this was a mistake when Liam appeared and shuffled in to his suite and sat on the ottoman seat opposite him and making himself comfortable, all the while his gaze was fixed on Alex like he was goading him to respond. Alex could play this game as well and he stared back at his protection officer keeping a dead pan expression on his face. "I decided we would have dinner together your highness" Liam said smiling and relaxing now. Alex didn't blink whilst staring at him "So you just invited yourself?" he asked. "Yes" Liam remarked smirking at him, "And I can keep an eye on you your highness". Alex looked at him "Royal protocol dictates you may only dine when invited to" he said smugly. Liam stared back at him "As your highness sees fit to remind me of protocol I will leave". He moved to stand "No. You may dine with me" Alex said relenting on the intrusion. In truth Alex was glad of the company "Fine" Liam said gesturing he was annoyed. "Might as well eat a plate of your disapproval" Alex said tongue in cheek. Liam sat there his mouth twitching as he tried not to smile "Get over it" he replied. "Caviar?" Alex questioned watching the chief purser placing it down. Liam smiled "Only chance I get for a bit of luxury your highness" he said maintaining protocol. Alex watched the chief purser pour the champagne "Bon appetite your highness, sir" she said. Alex made a grab for a bellini when Liam tapped his hand "Wait your turn" he said. "Hell you are bossy tonight who put you in charge?" Alex asked watching and amused by his antics. Liam looked at the prince and smiled "I am in charge" he said sipping his champagne. "Is that so!" Alex quickly replied smirking at him, "Protocol" he reminded Liam. Liam looked at the prince and smirked back at him ignoring his remark. Alex couldn't fathom the Liam out sitting opposite him, in fact Liam confused him at best of times and this was no different. Alex took a sip of champagne and watched how Liam prepared the caviar bellini, then the weirdest thing of all happened, he held the bellini up and Alex went to take it put he pulled it back shaking his head 'Open' he said then gently he fed it to Alex and smiled then prepared one for himself. Every small movement that his protection officer made stretched the cotton fabric of his white shirt tight over those muscular arms. Alex sat there quietly admiring how strong and handsome Liam looked in the subtle lighting of the cabin and allowing him to feed him several more caviar bellinis. "Not sure I like that" Alex said screwing his face up. Liam glanced up at him "Why do you keep eating it then?" he asked. Alex shrugged "No idea, thought it might improve things between us" he said barely audible. "Stop mumbling your highness" Liam remarked picking up the champagne bottle. Alex watched him top up both glasses "I can not work you out sometimes" he said. "I don't know what you mean" Liam replied putting the bottle back in the ice bucket. Liam smiled "I do not hate or disapprove of you your highness" he said openly. "Really?" Alex questioned back, "You could have fooled me, hell knows what you really think of me". Liam shook his head "Your highness you make my job hard looking after you" he said. "Good" Alex replied grinning, "You are a bit of knob head at times you know" he said. "So Artem has told me" Liam replied staring at Alex who looked a little embarrassed. Alex sipped his champagne eyes fixed on Liam "Probably hate me even more now" he said softly. Liam chuckled "I don't care, I love my job and you are my job Alex" he replied. Alex looked at him "You just called me Alex!" he remarked wondering if a thaw was happening. Liam sipped his champagne studying the prince "I can return to protocol if you like?" he asked. "No!" Alex quickly replied, "Cut me a little slack Liam" he asked wondering if it was too much. "Absolutely not Alex" Liam replied immediately, "Only when you trust me" he said. Alex looked at the bubbles in his glass rising to the top "That works both ways" he replied. Liam raised his glass to Alex "Trusting each other, no lies, no deceits" he said waiting. Alex stared him in the eye moving his glass closer "Trusting each other" he said. They tapped glasses in a gentle manner and both took a sip, it crossed Alex's mind questioning if this was a trick to lull him in to letting his guard down. He was prepared to since he wanted Liam on his side at least. For the moment though he was still going to keep him at arms length and as long as his protection officer stopped being so uptight he would gradually let him in. "No disappearing. Trust me to look after you your highness" Liam said interrupting his thoughts. "Dam you are serious about your job" Alex replied still trying to assess the frozen exterior. Liam simply stared until Alex caved "Okay" he said thinking that was it. "Alright I promise not to" Alex now said finding Liam's staring embarrassing, "Stop doing that". Liam smirked and took a gulp of champagne "No flirting with me either" he said filling his glass. "Yeah right, like I find you sexy" Alex replied unable to contain the grin on his face. Straight away Liam smiled and their conversation went to a more light and informal manner discussing about their trip to Mauritius and his general wellbeing, dinner lasted a good few hours since they were in no rush. His conversation with Alex had revealed some hidden depths to Alex, things that Liam had been warned about by the king, to hear them coming from the prince himself he now understood why the king was concerned. Liam had been tasked not only to be his protection officer but also become someone the prince could lean on and confide in. Liam had taken an honour code to protect his charge, what Alex didn't know was how much Liam loved this job and just how dedicated he was having reached the position as a personal crown protection officer. Palace life was his life as was Prince Alexander his sole responsibility and that was all he really cared about. He would do everything possible to ensure the prince was never lonely or talked about leaving his position behind to find a normal life. Liam settled down to watch a movie but kept leaning forward checking on his sleeping prince. He was starting to realise that the prince was clearly fighting his own demons and the oppressive feelings he had being part of the royal life that surrounded him 24/7. Sleeping there was a very vulnerable person who was complex in his emotions with no outlet to express them without judgement or comment, Liam wasn't sure if he felt pity or sadness for the prince. It had basically come down to Liam to help steer and keep the prince focused and interested. Alex slept the last couple of hours before arriving in Dubai where they were taken to the airlines extremely plush private Lounge to wait for the connecting flight down to Mauritius. Both of them slept most of the last leg of the flight and woke to have breakfast before arriving. They waited until first and business class passengers had disembarked before disembarking themselves down the stairs and into the private arrival lounge of the Le Touessrok hotel, their immigration and customs checks were done quickly and whisked off by the hotels limousine to the hotel. On arrival at the hotel the manager was there to greet them. "Your royal highness welcome to Le Touessrok" he said warmly bowing his head. Alex smiled and held out his hand "Please I am here as a guest not royalty" he said. "Of course sir, only the heads of department and your butler know" the manager replied assuring him. Alex shook his head "This was suppose to be a low key trip" he said to Liam. "It is a low as you can get your highness" Liam replied smirking with emphasis on low. The irony noticed by Alex "Wow! not even in the hotel before you take a swipe at me" he said. They followed the manager across a decking footpath over the tropical pond than meandered towards the reception then out past the family pool terrace, crossing a little bridge over the water inlet on to Frangipani island. The manager assuring Alex that this area was for adults only and consisted of their Royal Suite and the most secluded part of the resort. He apologised for not being able to give them one of the exclusive villas as they were all occupied, Alex reassured the manager that it was not necessary reminding him he was here as just another guest and expected to be treated as such. Alex walked in to the brightly decorated modern plush two bedroom suite on the first floor overlooking the beach. Liam walked around the suite and nodded to the manager that it was acceptable and private enough. Liam occupied one of the two junior suites on the ground floor underneath Alex's suite. Their luggage was already unpacked and neatly hung in the wardrobes. Alex crashed out on the bed tired from the 12 hour flight and time difference. He woke after a couple of hours still fully dressed and walked out on the balcony looking out at the beach. It certainly wasn't packed and he noticed a group a three lads sitting at the waters edge loudly talking, further on a few other couples were sunbathing on what looked like a romantic break. His eyes moved back to the three men and from his distance he guessed they were around slightly older, one of them did catch his eye when he laid back on the sand stretching out. He had light brown fashionably cut hair, short on the sides and slightly longer on top, a few tattoos down his left arm and across his shoulder. Certainly not gym fit with a six pack but he was nevertheless quite muscular and certainly pleasing to view from this distance, the two men he was with were both very buff and well spoken from what he could hear. Alex day dreamed looking out at the view and imagining he had landed in a paradise full of hot men all vying to be with him until he was interrupted from below and soft voice of Liam. "You going to stay up there all day?" he called out from below. Alex looked down "Yes! Well I might do" he replied taking his shirt off. "Make sure you tell me if you are leaving the suite your highness" Liam called out loudly. Alex stuck his head over balcony "Stop with the highness crap now!" he shouted back at Liam. "Seriously that again?" Liam called up, "Get your royal arse down here now" he demanded. "Only if you stop disapproving and hating me" Alex said hitting a nerve with Liam. Liam's expressions changed "Baby steps first, anyway I have never said I hated you" he replied. Alex contemplated him for a moment "Five minutes" he said. Liam shook his head "You are worse than a woman" he said grinning at him. "That remark is going to cost you!" Alex replied smiling then disappearing inside. Max watched from the water at the attractive muscular guy standing on the beach looking up at the young man on the first floor balcony. Catching only a brief glimpse of the balcony guy it was enough to make out he was attractive and young but other than that he couldn't really tell, then he smiled watching him strip his shirt off, fixated unable to take his eyes off him. He watched as he leaned over having what looked like an animated discussion with the muscle man below, to Max it bordered on flirting, again it was difficult to make it out properly. He suspected they were a couple or friends the way they interacted with each other. At 22 Max Westwood-Lymm was in his own right a handsome English lad from a very affluent family that lived just off Sloane Square in London. He stood five feet eleven inches, light brown hair and blue eyes, his medium build combined perfectly with his muscular physique gained from playing rugby and wrestling growing up. A typical public school boy he was educated at Eaton and was working as a curator of contemporary and modern art for the Whiteguards gallery in Chelsea. His mother disapproved of him getting tattoos but even she came around seeing how good they looked on his body. His best friends Louis one year older and Gareth two years older all lived in the same road and kept a very close and closed friendship, each came from wealthy families without social status or titles. In fact they lived down a normal road that just happened to be full of multi-million pound Georgian houses, they often went on holidays together almost every time ending up here at their favourite hotel in the world. Max and Gareth were gay, in fact Gareth was every inch a stunner with his blond hair and heavy muscular ripped body, he knew he was a sex god that men wanted and he played on it to get guys, being only 24 he had no problem getting younger guys. It was often referred to the G effect that if Gareth made a pass at a guy they would without doubt end up in bed subjected to Gareth's crazy sex drive and he could go for hours without needing a break if the right twink was under him. In fact no guy had ever turned Gareth down when he made his move smothering the target, as he called it, with affection and compliments to the point they would sit and beg for him. Max was quite the opposite and been burnt three times in the past 2 years by guys who only saw him as a bank, his generous nature and kind heart were abused by his current boyfriend until Gareth stepped in kicking them down the street, quite literally once. The result was now a very acutely cautious Max towards any guy who showed interest in him. It was eight months since he had seen a guy on any kind of serious basis, he had become insanely awkward with no real confidence when it came to reading guys. He was such a bad judge of character that Gareth had taken it on himself to check guys out whenever Max needed advice. He was constantly reminded by Gareth and Louis that he was only 22 and not to be too focused on finding the man of his dreams. Louis was the token straight in the group and had several Chelsea socialites biding for his affections and a serial dater with three girls on the go, despite him being a little geeky his articulation was so immaculate when in conversation that girls just adored him. Alex walked down the steps dressed in his swimming shorts, t-shirt, baseball cap and sunglasses. Liam dressed much the same without a t-shirt stood waiting for him. Almost missing a step when he saw Liam's body for the first time his bottom jaw almost hit the bottom step, despite muscles not being a big turn on for Alex he couldn't deny that there stood one fine specimen, so sexually alluring, his body was so incredible to look at and it was having the desired effect in his head and swimming shorts. "You approve then by the look on your face" Liam commented to Alex grinning at him. "So full of yourself" Alex replied pushing past Liam and almost breaking in to a sweat. Alex stopped and turned to face him "You will do" he said grinning and making Liam laugh. "Where is it hidden then?" Alex asked accidentally looking down at Liam's package. "Not down there prince" Liam said laughing, "I don't need it, I can break a guy with my hands". Alex nodded "Really?" he said unimpressed then Liam purposefully flexed the muscles in his arm. Alex turned away "You can stop doing that, it does nothing for me" he said secretly amused. "You are a bad liar" Liam remarked walking besides Alex. Walking across the bridge then along the beach Liam looked at him "You okay?". Alex nodded looking out across the ocean, "Alex I don't hate you" Liam said. Alex spoke quietly "I just get the impression I do nothing right in your eyes" he replied. Liam tutted "Why do you think you have to impress me Alex?" he asked stopping. Alex shrugged coming to a stop "I really have no idea, guess I want you to like me". Liam smiled "I hardly know you Alex" he replied, "You have to trust me though, no secrets". "I know, I did promise you last night on the flight" Alex reminded him. "Yeah, just making sure it wasn't champagne talk" Liam replied glancing at him. Alex turned to him "Are you ashamed of me?" he asked frightened by any response. "No Alex" Liam replied genuinely, "You did put me in an awkward situation the first night". Alex lowered his eyes "I am sorry Liam, I need more experience at being gay" he replied. Liam laughed "Hmm, I think you got that in Madrid". "Very funny" Alex said, "You have no idea how hard it is being me" he said, words etched in sadness. Liam saw his look suddenly change "Do you really feel that lonely?" he asked. Alex turned away nodding and started walking "Except when I have Jackson and Artem around". "Be honest" Liam said stopping again, "You and Jackson what is going on there?" he asked. Alex shrugged "Nothing really, he and I meet up every now and then, keeps me sane" he replied. He noticed the strange look from Liam "I get it my privileged life you think I am spoilt". "Alex that is far from how I see you" Liam replied looking a little shocked from his remark. "No Alex" Liam continued, "There is nothing spoilt or privileged about you". Liam smiled at him "I would say the way you were brought up shows how normal you are". Liam put his arm around Alex shoulder startling him "What are you doing?" Alex asked. "Shut up and enjoy it" Liam said sounding smug, "People will be so envious of you". Alex threw his head back laughing "My god you do like to big yourself up" he said looking at Liam. "We are a team Alex" Liam replied, "The next two weeks you and I get to know each other". Alex smiled even though his body tingled through every nerve "My life in your hands". Liam pulled Alex in a little closer as they walked "I have to trust you" Alex now said. "That's all I need from you Alex" Liam said nodding in approval. Alex looked at him smirking "Talk about overstepping boundaries" he remarked. Liam laughed "Come on, I look dam sexy with you and you know it!" he said casually. Alex chuckled "Can we have dinner together tonight?" he asked glancing at Liam. "I think I am free" Liam replied getting a play punch from Alex. Liam held Alex firmer "I really enjoyed having dinner on the flight with you". "Same here" Alex said smiling, "But feeding me, that was weird". Liam looked at him "That was me expressing loyalty and devotion to you" he said in a serious tone. Alex sighed "You are weird I can not work you out at all" he said softly. "You are not suppose to" Liam replied pulling him closer, "I am an enigma". Alex laughed slowly putting his arm around Liam's waist "Baby steps Liam" he said. "Don't use my words against me!" Liam remarked smiling and glancing at Alex. "Oh and no bringing men back to your suite either" Liam said. "Don't worry I fear my life is going to be empty on that score" Alex said with a ting of sadness. Liam laughed "I think not, you are only 20 Alex plenty of time" he replied. Alex stopped and took his baseball cap off, "Swim?" he suggested. Liam let go of Alex and rushed down to the water "Come on then" he teased. Spending nearly an hour swimming and laughing Alex saw a much more relaxed Liam knowing they were out of harms way for the those few hours, hidden away on a white sandy beach and azure warm waters of the Indian Ocean. Alex spent a long time marvelling at Liam's body cutting through the water, even his legs were sexy in their own right. He was beginning to accept that Liam was going to be part of his life, right now he didn't care what Liam thought of him. All Alex saw was a very sexy man who had put his arm around his shoulder as they walked, outwardly he was all man and he loved women, he also caught him giving the Duchess a few glances back in Spain. Alex was a good swimmer but he was failing miserably at keeping up with Liam so he swam to the shore and put his baseball cap on then sat at the waters edge happily watching Liam. He was finding it amusing that every few minutes Liam would clearly look to see where Alex was, evident that his protection officer was no joke and was set out to keep him safe. Liam swam back to where Alex was sitting "You had enough?" he asked. Alex adjusted his baseball cap "No, carry on swimming I like watching you" he replied. Liam floated off on his back "Don't get any ideas about me!" he said splashing water at Alex. "Do you think you are that good then?" Alex asked playfully splashing Liam back. Liam raised his head and looked seriously at Alex "No" he said sounding completely honest. "Swim" Alex said resting his hand on his knees happily watching Liam. Liam swam back towards Alex "Enough" he said, "You are getting way to much pleasure out of me". Alex laughed loudly and fell on to his back "Second time I have made you laugh" Liam said. He sat beside Alex where they both remained silent watching the small waves breaking around their feet. Liam hinted for them to walk back and they both stood together and slowly walked back along the beach inconspicuous from anyone else, Alex loved the way Liam casually had his arm around his shoulder as they talked and walked the length of the beach back to their suites. It was hard to think who had the frozen exterior, it had melted in the space of several hours. Back in his suite Alex felt so happy and he rushed around getting showered and dressed ready for the evening. Liam knocked on the door at 8pm and Alex opened it dressed ready for dinner, they headed across to the hotels main restaurant where it was all buffet and show cooking. The hotel manager was doing his rounds when he spotted the prince and walked over and took them to a table that gave them some privacy. Liam asked the manager to put a bottle of champagne on ice in the prince's suite with two glasses whilst Alex slowly wondered around taking his time deciding what to eat. This was a new experience for him having to decide what to eat and the serving it himself, he stopped at the four different show cooking stations before deciding to try the Asian noodles, he was about to ask the chef when he noticed the guy he had been looking at on the beach. Max looked up from the buffet and his eyes hit directly on the balcony guy who was looking at him, Max fumbled with the tongs on the buffet pretending he hadn't noticed dropping them on the floor. "Stop trying to pick guys up" Liam said standing behind Alex. Alex looked over his shoulder "I am not, anyway he was looking at me" he remarked. Liam chuckled "You looked at him as well. Is your gay radar going off?" he asked Alex. "You are stupid" Alex replied then looked Liam up and down, "Well maybe!" he said. Liam leaned close to Alex "Fuck off!" he said softly, "You wish!". Alex grinned "Aha no denial then?" he asked. "You know I am not gay princess" Liam said mocking Alex. Alex ordered his noodles "You will pay for that remark as well!" he exclaimed giggling. Alex and Liam talked and laughed all the way through dinner then walked back over to Frangipani island in the warm humid evening air. Max watched them all during dinner trying to work out what the relationship was between the two guys sat almost hidden away in the restaurant. His eyes glued to the balcony guy walked out and disappearing from his view. Alex and Liam went back to Alex's suite and sat on the large balcony drinking a few glasses from the bottle of chilled champagne. The humidity, jetlag and alcohol getting to both of them who were taking it in turns yawning then laughing at each other until Alex fell asleep in the chair.

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 .

This isn't all that recent, but might be the first Af/Am Cock I took, but definitely not the first Af/Am Hole I loaded. So years ago I met a guy while out walking the dogs. He had a dog too, and lived about a block away - and on my way to the dog park. Good looking, a little taller than me, putting him around 6'1, maybe 150 lbs. Buzz cut. Loose-fitting clothes. Probably mid-20's. Not particularly talkative, but he did ask me if he could tag along to the dog park. Of course, I handed him a smile and said sure. While walking the dogs in the park, some blah blah blah, but he started talking about how he and is wife had just moved in to the 'hood, how he had met some nice guys, etc etc. All I really did was encourage him - already half-hard during all of this, but I'm not good with the "gaydar" thing. So he asked where I lived, who I lived with, not very artfully fishing for information. I told him exactly what he wanted to know. After a while, I caught him cruising my Cock, which was all my breeder needed to be ready. But, I had the dogs, so I told him I was working on a car in my garage (true), and he could come over via the alley. Maybe an hour later I put on a pair of my favorite and experienced Levi's and went out to the garage and opened the garage door. Then, got on the creeper and slid under the car just far enough to get to the cable I had to replace, legs, a bit of stomach visible. After a little while I heard someone step into the garage, and by then the cockdrool had soaked through the jeans showing a substantial wet-spot. He said not one word. After a couple of minutes I said "are you going to close the garage door or not ..." At this point, all I could see were his shoes and ankles. Garage door gets closed. He steps back to where he was, adjacent to me still lying on the creeper, and then the shorts hit his shoes. The thrill of breedlust had almost made me unload anyway, but seeing his shorts fall was definitely the "Invitation DIRECT. Before I got out from under the car, I asked him to hand me a wrench - and the hotassed kid said "I came for THIS wrench", and groped my Cock in my jeans, rubbing on the wet-spot. This had gone on long enough, so when I slid the creeper out from under the car, I saw one magnificent, beautiful, rockhard Cock on this kid. His balls were already tight - It crossed my mind that this kid hadn't had much experience in sucking Cock, taking Cock up his gut, getting his sucked, fucking Hole ... it was so very enticing. So I sucked his Cock, stood up, he sucked mine - almost like making love to it. When I touched his bare ass ever so gently, he gasped a bit, but spread his legs a bit too. What more invitation would anyone need? Bent him over the hood of that old Chrysler and started feasting on that beautiful breedhole. It was better than I thought it would be, and then I found out he liked to kiss. I don't mind kissing men, but I'd rather it was after sucking off some other Cocks, but I did it, played with his nipples, kissed his neck, etc. I remember very clearly how his Cock pointed in a curved fashion - as though it were pointing to his belly button - not too thick, but thick enough. It was really a beautiful one, and his ass was equally hot. He didn't say much, but almost seemed in a daze. After he made mouth-love to my Cock, he turned me around and started to stick that tongue up my Hole ... it was great, and the soft noises he made were like music. I didn't want to just shoot against the garage wall - so I turned around, stood him up and turned him around again and over the hood. Ate him a little more, then eased in. I know mine wasn't the very first Cock he'd taken, but I'm sure there weren't all that many before me. Didn't take long before I had to bend over his back and whisper in his ear that I was going to seed his ass ... and he seemed not to even hear. So, I pumped one fuckuva load up there, and - as always - got on my knees to eat the wet Hole. The kid went nuts ... so I turned him around and sucked his seed out of that beautiful arched Cock and he bred my throat almost instantly. I know a lot of guys think it's disgusting to suck sperm out of a well-bred Hole, but I don't give a rats ass. I absolutely love it. I seldom like sex with beginners, but this kid was special. It was a couple of weeks later that I fucked him on the street, but I think that part of the story belongs in a different section of BZ ... still getting used to navigating this site.

I woke up to the feeling of Anthony cumming inside me. When he felt me stirring, he squeezed out a couple more ropes, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, saying “Sorry about that...I was having a very vivid dream about fucking you, and when I woke up I was hard and inside you. I couldn’t even try to hold back. I hope that was OK.” “Well, I could hardly complain after begging for your load last night, could I?” Kissing the back of my neck, he said “Good. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you gave in last night and let me in you bare. Something about knowing my seed is inside you, that you’re carrying a part of me with you, turns me on so much. And I think you like it too. Am I wrong?” “No. You’re not wrong. I feel so connected to you right now, like we shared something so special and perfect. Having a barrier between us just feels so wrong, you know?” “I know exactly what you mean. I want every part of me to be inside you, to inhabit you. But I also want to cook you a proper breakfast. Do you think maybe we could try something?” “Sure, what?” Reaching across me into his drawer, he pulled out a butt plug. “I was thinking if we put this in your hole, you could keep as much of me inside you as possible while we go about our day. I hope you’re able to spend the day with me, Joey. I don’t have any grand designs on you leaving your husband or anything - I know you’ll go home to him energized and electrified from our encounter, and I’ll go back to my search for a new man. But I would love to spend more time with you, in and out of bed, if you’re interested.” “I am yours for the next two days. I’ll tell my conference colleagues that I got a touch of the flu, because I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now than right here with you.” I took the plug from his hand and gently pulled away from him, feeling his softening cock slide out of me. I moved the plug to my hole and felt his hand on mine as we both pressed it into me - the slight stretch as it was almost all the way in felt so nice, and then my hole closed around it, just the base remaining between my cheeks. He gave it a gentle tap before rolling me onto my back for a deep, lingering kiss. Anthony cooked me a delicious, hearty breakfast. Then he fucked me in the kitchen. We took a long hot bath together, opening up about our past relationships. Then he fucked me in the bathroom. He showed me his collection of vintage board and video games. Then he fucked me in the media room. Each time, the plug was removed and replaced by Anthony’s enormous cock. And after he filled me with his seed, the plug went back in. With each session, we became closer, more connected, more intimate. And at the same time, I felt him exerting a certain power over me. Like he could sense my submissive side, a part of my fantasy life I don’t even share with my husband. Something about our connection made him able to see past my facade, and past the walls I put up. He just knew what I wanted, maybe even more than I myself knew. Maybe it was the introduction of poppers - whenever he held the bottle for me, I found myself eagerly inhaling and felt my inhibitions melting away. He became more aggressive, more demanding, and yet all within the context of our unspeakable chemistry - it was easily the most intense, enjoyable day of sex I’d ever had. After a long nap and some Chinese takeout for dinner, Anthony was finishing up a txt message as I joined him on the couch. “Got a hot date?” I asked. He finished typing and grinned, “We’ll see, maybe even for both of us if things work out. But tonight is all about the two of us.” Stripping my tshirt off, he said, “Let’s cheat on your husband a little more, shall we?” I felt myself blush, but couldn’t help but feel my cock twitch at the same time. Kissing down my body, Anthony’s tongue found all my erogenous buttons - tickling my pits, nibbling my nipples, probing my navel - somehow he’d learned all the ways to drive me crazy in just one crazy day. Taking my hard cock in his mouth, he grabbed the base of the plug and started pressing it deeper, and twisting it as he bobbed up and down on my rod. He could tell from my moans he was having the desired effect. “You ready for another load up in that sweet pussy, baby?” “Fuck yes! I need it. I need to feel you back inside me. Filling me with your seed.” “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go to the bedroom.” Shucking our clothes along the way, I jumped onto the bed on my back, spread my legs, and invited Anthony to join me. His hand immediately went to the plug, gently pulling it from my hole. He brought it to my mouth, saying “Clean my cum off, Joey. Savor the flavor of my semen while I get you ready for more.” He fingered my hole for a couple minutes before lining up his raw cock once again. “Tell me what you want.” “Please, Anthony. Fuck my hole!” “Should I put on a condom?” “NO! Never again. I need to feel your skin on my skin. No barriers between us.” “Good boy, Joey,” he said, sliding every inch of his huge erection into my body. I still wasn’t used to the way he was treating me yet, but all I knew was my dick jumped every time he asserted himself, and his cock felt incredible in my hole. I felt so deeply connected to him. “Something in me is changing,” I said as he started to move inside me. “How do you mean?” “It’s just, I’m feeling things I haven’t felt for so long. I don’t know how to describe it.” He replied, “You’re allowing yourself to become what you really are. You’re a cheater now - you’ve wanted to do it for long time, right? And now that you’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back. This weekend with me is changing your life, Joey. Things aren’t ever going to be the same for you and your husband.” Fuck. I knew he was right, but it hadn’t really hit me yet. It wasn’t just that I’d broken my vows and fucked (repeatedly) with another man. I could feel a shift from deep inside, Anthony was allowing something that was lurking in there to finally come out. A yearning to let myself go, to give up control, to submit. I wanted to allow this man to do with me whatever he pleased. “Joey, think of it this way. Your life has been stagnant for a long time. You haven’t been content. Maybe letting yourself have this exploration will allow you to go back to your husband changed in a good way. Like, the battery of your married life was depleted, and giving in to your urges, letting me fuck you for a weekend - maybe it will charge you up, energize you to go back to your normal life with a more positive attitude.” I felt his cock flex inside me as he whispered those words to me, leaking more of his fluids into my rectum. Maybe he’s right - I’d dreamt of cheating on my husband for years. Maybe I could get that desire out of my system by letting my guard down and giving in, allowing myself to go where my urges wanted. And then I could return a changed man. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you have a point.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way inside me, while he leaned in for a deep tongue kiss. “Now fuck me properly. Don’t hold back. I need more of your seed inside me.” He pulled all the way out until just his head was in me, then rammed the length of his cock all the way back in. Deep dicking me, grabbing my hips, pounding my pussy - I’d never been fucked with such passion and such abandon. Sweat glistened on his beautiful body and the room smelled of pure masculinity. He grabbed the poppers and fed me a few huffs. The rush only made me need him more desperately. “That’s it, dirty boy. Are you a dirty boy, Joey?” “Yes, sir! I’m a dirty, dirty boy!” I said, getting into the role play. “And what do dirty boys need? What do they deserve, Joey?” “Umm...they need to be fucked?” “Well, yes that. But dirty boys need something in their dirty holes.” “Yes, they need loads in their holes!” “That’s right, Joey. And what kind of loads do dirty boys want in their holes?” “Umm...big loads of thick cum!” “Well, yes. But dirty boys want dirty loads in their dirty holes, Joey. Isn’t that right?” “Unngh...fuck. Fuck! Yes, that’s right sir. Dirty boys need dirty loads.” “Say it, Joey. Tell me you want a dirty load in your dirty hole!” “Oh FUCK, sir. I fucking want a dirty load in my hole, sir! I’m a dirty boy!” A big smile came across his face and he got even more aggressive with me. “Fuck yes, boy! I’m gonna give you a big dirty load! Gonna flood your guts with my fucking dirty seed!” The pounding he was giving me was unlike any way I’d ever been treated, and I fucking loved it. My hole was loose from the poppers and sloppy from the multiple loads shot into me in the past 24 hours. “Tell me how my cock feels. Is it bigger than your husband’s?” “Yes! Your cock is so much bigger than his! And you are fucking me so much better than he ever has! Please don’t stop!” “Oh, I’m not gonna stop until I dump inside you again, boy. But now I want you to do something for me. Give me your ring, boy.” “Unngh...uh, what?” “I said, give me your wedding ring. Your husband isn’t here right now. I want to wear it while I fuck you.” I hesitated slightly, then remembered how deeply I wanted to give myself over to this man. I pulled the ring off my finger and presented it to him. As he brought his left hand closer, he said, “With this ring, I thee wed. Say it.” I slid the wedding ring I’d worn so proudly for the last year since my husband and I finally got married onto his finger, repeating, “With this ring, I thee wed.” “That’s better. You’re mine now, and I’m going to make you even more mine.” He fed me another deep hit of poppers and leaned in real close, slowly thrusting as he was buried balls deep. “I’m getting close, Joey. And I feel really close to you right now. I want to give you everything you deserve. Tell me what you want.” “This dirty boy wants your dirty load, sir.” “What else?” “I feel like a different man in the last day with you. The way you’ve fucked me has truly changed my life!” “What else?” “I am going to return to my normal life more energized, recharged.” “That’s it. I’m charging up your battery, aren’t I? Say it.” “Yes, sir. The way you’re fucking me is charging me up. Don’t stop!” “It really is like I’m giving you something special for you to take home. A gift, if you will. The way our tryst has opened you up. Right?” “Exactly, sir! Fuck! Please never stop! Give me the gift! Blast it directly into my soul!” “Fuck yes, boy. That’s right. Your cheating ass is gonna be filled with yet another dirty load from me! My DNA is going to coat the walls of your intestines and seep into every cell in your body! Take my fucking big dick - the dick that’s bigger and better than your husband’s!” “Please! Pound me! Fuck me and feed me your cum! Charge me up with your dirty load!” “I’m gonna shoot, boy. I’m gonna blast one more huge load deep in your guts. You ready for my POZ load, fucker?” Playing along, “Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your POZ load!” “Take it, you cheating piece of shit! Filling you with more of my POZ cum NOW, bitch!” With that, he plunged in balls deep and blasted rope after rope of cum into my pussy. It felt like it would never stop. I shot my load all over our bellies as I felt him squirting over and over inside me. I felt content and more satisfied than I had in years. As our breathing calmed and he lay on top of me, his cock still buried in me, I said, “That was some amazing role play, Anthony. Really intense and super hot. Thank you for that!” “That wasn’t role play, boy” was all he said before rolling off me, plugging me up again, and wrapping his arms around me and drifting off.

As soon as we got in his apartment, we were all over each other. Stripping his jacket off as our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths, hands running over muscles, fumbling with buttons and zippers to reveal more and more to each other. He was every bit as gorgeous unclothed as he had been in the bar - strong, hair in all the right places, toned but not sculpted - the picture of masculinity. I kissed my way down overy his furry pecs and his flat but slightly soft belly and found my face in front of a magnificent bulge in his tight trunks. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself simply nuzzling my nose up against his groin and breathing deeply. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me as I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his growing bulge. I tongued the outline of his cock as it snaked to the left, soaking his underwear with my spit before pulling on the waistband to reveal his thick meat. I nearly gasped at its beauty - it must have been 9 inches, and thick enough I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. I hadn’t seen a penis this big in more than 10 years - certainly not my decidedly average husband’s. “Suck me. Please!” he said as I grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed him at my mouth. Looking up at him, I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue across it, tasting his sweet precum. It dawned on me I was about to experience so many new things, or first time doing this or that in 10 years, and my cock throbbed at the possibilities. I savored the flavor of his nectar as I stroked the bottom few inches of his rod, squeezing more out onto my tongue. Taking him back in my mouth, I inched my way down his shaft, feeling him throb and willing myself not to gag as his cock reached a part of my throat that hadn’t felt cock in over a decade. I pushed a bit deeper until I felt his bush against my lips, my throat spasming and squeezing his cock as I deepthroated him. As I came up for air, he let out a “Damn!” and pulled me up for a deep kiss. Taking my hand, he led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed as he pulled down my briefs and swallowed me in one fluid motion. This was all happening so fast! It had only been a total of 15 minutes since I’d agreed to come to his place with him, and here I was on my back getting my dick sucked by a man I just met. What would my husband think if he knew? I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I reveled in the sensations of him blowing me. After some top notch sucking, I felt his tongue snaking down over my balls as his hands roamed my inner thighs. My legs instinctively spread and his tongue continued its path into my crack as it opened before him. He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of my exposed hole, saying “That is one fine pussy!” before diving in. I moaned deeply as I felt his tongue penetrate me. The feelings he was eliciting were partly the rush of a new connection, but it was also becoming clearer to me that my husband just wasn’t very good in bed. That one plunge of this man’s tongue could make me quiver and feel desire so strongly only made my husband’s shortcomings more obvious. I needed more of this man in me NOW. “I need you inside me. Now. Please. Please fuck me!” I begged as his tongue drove deeper into me. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two as he took my ball bag in his mouth. He pressed his fingers into me, separating them slightly to coax me open more. “Fucking tight” was all he said as he pulled them out and climbed on top of me. After another couple minutes of hard making out, he said, “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you?” Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I sighed “I’ve never needed anything more in my life! Please - I want to feel every inch of you slide into me.” He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled some lube and a little brown bottle out of the drawer. He poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them against my hole. When he started to pour more lube on his erect cock, I stopped him and asked, “Do you have condoms? I haven’t used them in years, but I think we should.” A look of disappointment crossed his face and he replied, “I really would love to be in that sweet pussy of yours raw. I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this since, well, since even before my break-up. But I understand.” He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a rubber and handed it to me. “I almost forgot how these things work. But thank you for understanding - I’ve never done anything like this before and I just want to be careful.” I traded places with him so he was lying on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his impossibly thick cock - barely able to get it all the way on. It looked uncomfortable on him, poor guy. I grabbed the lube and stroked him for a minute, then straddled him. Feeling him press the head of his latex-covered head against my pucker, I tried to remember the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It must have been from my slutty phase in my 20s, but I really don’t think anyone had been as big as this. He could sense my nerves even as I was hungrier for him than ever, and he reached for the little bottle and started shaking it. “These should help, if you’re interested.” “Poppers?” I asked. “I’ve actually never tried them, if you can believe it. Just seen them in porn and stuff.” He smiled that incredible smile, and uncapped the bottle, bringing to his right nostril as he held the left one closed. Taking a deep sniff, I saw his eyes flutter a bit and felt his cock throb against me. Then he pressed a little more firmly against my hole as he brought the bottle to my nose. Holding one nostril closed, he told me to inhale slowly and deeply, then hold it in. He re-capped the bottle as I was holding my breath, and then when he told me to let it out, I felt an incredible rush travel through my chest. I felt his hands pressing my hips down, and more pressure against my ass, but my hole just relaxed and allowed about half of his rock hard cock inside. I couldn’t believe it - even with my husband’s much smaller dick, it usually took a fair bit of work to open up and let him in. Anthony just held still, grinning up at me. “That was intense! And amazing!” I said. “Yeah, my ex really struggled to take me until we discovered that magic little bottle. Oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to go there.” I just smiled and said, “I don’t mind at all. I just know I want some more, because I want every inch of you inside me, and I need a little help.” He grabbed the bottle, saying “Let’s try both nostrils this time.” I took a deep sniff on one side, and then ran my hands over his hairy pecs, and as I inhaled the fumes on the other side, I felt my hole open even further and pressed myself down onto him. His enormous erection slid all the way in, balls deep. My heart was racing and I felt this overwhelming desire to be fucked deep and hard by this man. The chemistry we established at the bar only grew and intensified as we explored, and now here we were, two men connected as deeply as can be - almost. I raised myself up slightly, then pushed back down, feeling more full than I ever had. My mouth met his as I pulled halfway up, then slid back down to the hilt. Feeling my openness, he held me still and started to thrust. After a moment, he increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. I threw my head back and rode him as I willed myself to open further to let him in even more. My hunger was taking control and I wanted us to bond in a profound way. “So you said you and your ex were together 6 years?” “Yeah, until 6 months ago.” “And you never had sex with anybody but him?” “That’s right.” “And you haven’t been with anyone since then?” “No. Nobody. Why?” I climbed off of him, a confused look of disappointment crossing his face. I reached down and squeezed his dong, marveling anew at its immense girth. My fist moved to the base, and I began to squeeze at the end of the rolled rubber, gently pulling up, then repeating. With each squeeze, the condom rolled further and further up his cock until finally it pulled off completely. I quickly lay down on my back and grabbed him and guided him toward my hole. “I need to feel YOU inside me. Your skin on my skin, nothing between us. I want us to be as close as two people can be.” I picked up the condom from the bed and threw it across the room, then pulled him down on top of me. My hand stroked his shaft and pointed him to my hole, and then I welcomed his raw cock into my slicked up pussy. “Fuuuuuccckk!” was all he could say as he slid in, then started fucking me. For the next 20 minutes, Anthony alternated between making sweet, gentle love to me, and pounding me hard, fast and deep. We both worked up a sweat as his cock and my ass got to know each other intimately. It was incredible what a difference there was when we were skin on skin, raw fucking. Every so often he would pause and feed me more poppers, both of us enjoying the way I opened up more and more to him. I was experiencing an ecstasy unlike any I had ever felt in my life - THIS was what explosive chemistry and real connection was like. I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years with my husband. Anthony flipped me onto my side and got behind me, lifting one leg and sliding into me from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around me and started pumping in me hard and deep. One last hit from the bottle in this position, he just held it there and commanded, “Sniff! Deeper!” alternating back and forth as he kept fucking me. Sensing what was coming, I said “Please, don’t pull out of me! Please cum in my hole and fill me with your seed! Fuck me until you shoot your load deep in my guts! Breed my pussy!!” Hearing me say those words was all it took for him to grunt and push in one last deep thrust, all the way buried in my hole. I felt his huge cock throb and erupt inside me, the walls of my pussy coated in his semen. He must have spewed 10 ropes inside me, and the power of our deep connection in that moment made me shoot my load all over the bed without touching my cock. As our breathing calmed, I felt his arms hold me to him, pulling me in even closer. His hot breath on my neck, he simply whispered, “That was amazing.” in my ear as we both drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried in my hole.

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I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

I was 18 when I found out I was HIV positive. I started having sex very young and back then I didn't know a thing about safe sex. I used to fuck an older neighbor and he gave me the gift. And 10 years passed since then. There was no way I would use a condom since I was already poz, so I started having a lot of sex and might have pozzed a lot of guys, since I'm not on meds. When I fuck a guy, I always cum inside his guts. I will never wear a condom and I never pull out. One day I way at home alone and really horny, so I downloaded Grindr so I could find someone to fuck. I logged in to my account, my user was Hung Top BB. The description said I didn't want a safe sex guy and that I wanted to breed someone. In a few minutes I had a lot of guys talking to me, but none of them was interesting. I was ready to give up when this really hot bottom messaged me. He was half a mile away and wanted me to come over and fuck him. 20 minutes later I was on my way to his place. I have an average body, I'm not fat and I have a lot of body hair and pierced nipples. Oh, and I also have a Biohazard tattoo under my belly button. There's no doubt I'm a poz pig. I got to his place and knocked on the door. A blond tall guy answered. He was even hotter than his pictures showed. A really nice body with a lot of muscles, piercing blue eyes and a beautiful smile. I started kissing him the moment I got in. My cock was already rock hard and I couldn't wait to raw fuck him. We went to his bedroom and I was getting undressed in my way there. He was already in his jockstraps and I had my hands in that bubble butt. When we stopped kissing and he got on his knees to suck my cock, he said: "wow, it's massive, I never had something that big inside of me". "It's all yours", I said. "Nice tattoo", he said looking at my biohazard. I smiled, thinking that he knew what the tattoo was about. That guy was into poz sex and it was my lucky day. He started sucking me and what a mouth. He gave me the best head I have had in ages. The guy knew how to suck a dick. Even though I'm big, he was no stranger to gag and tried his best. "I wanna fuck you now", I said a few minutes later. "Take those jocks off" "I wanna get fucked with them", he said. "I have a tiny cock and I don't like to use it. I'm here to serve with my ass". "Get on the bed, then. And spread those ass chicks" "Ok, the lube and the condoms are here", he said pointing the place where he left it. "Condoms?", I asked. "My profile said 'no condoms'" "I know, but I only play safe. Don't wanna risk anything" "And I don't do condoms", I said. "I guess I should head home". "It won't hurt if you wear it", he said. "I know you don't like it, and trust me, I don't like it either. But when will you have another chance to fuck a guy like me? I mean, you are hot and have a huge uncut thick cock, but look at me". That guy was getting in my nerves, but he was not at all wrong. He looked like a god and I never fucked anybody like him. I always had this policy of not having sex with 'safe sex only' people, but he was indeed hot. I was pissed with that and was almost leaving when I had an idea. I could stealth him. I would still fuck this insanely hot guy and would give him a gift that he wasn't expecting. It would be my revenge on that guy who think so much about himself. "Ok", I said. "You are really hot and I know you want this cock really bad". "Nice. I knew you would understand". I put a rubber on for the first time in my entire life and asked him to get in all fours. I started rimming his ass and could see it was really tight. "You don't get fucked so often", I said. "I was mostly a top, but these days I feel like I need to change it". "We will have to use a lot of lube, you saw my cock", I said. "Use how much lube you want, I need to have this huge cock inside me". I put some lube in my index finger and put it inside him. The guy put his head on the bed and closed his eyes. It would be too easy to stealth him. When I had 3 fingers inside his butt, I knew it was time to fuck him. I started forcing the entry and he used his hand to check if the condom was still on. I used a lot of lube and soon I was balls deep inside that ass. "Your cock feels really good", he said to me. "Fuck me already, I like it rough". I started fucking him slowly and he was already moaning loudly. He had a sweet ass and it would be a lot better without that numb thing wrapping my dick. "How do you like this cock?", I asked. "Really bad", he said. I started fucking him faster until I found a nice pace for both of us. Always when I had my entire cock out of him, he stretched out his hand to check if the condom was there. I needed to have a new plan. It was when I remembered that I was using a ring with little spikes in it. So I took the cock out of his ass and used the ring to break the tip of the condom. Luckily it didn't make a noise and he felt that I was still using a condom. "I think we need more lube", I said, pouring the liquid inside his guts, so he could mistake my cum for it. I started fucking him again and the entire head of my penis got out of the rubber. It was a lot better now. I felt that I was getting next to cum and got faster. A few seconds later, my balls were squeezing and I was injecting my venom inside his guts. I came completely silent and kept fucking him, slowly. "Why have you stopped?", He asked. "I was almost cumming, but I'm not ready to leave this ass just yet", I lied. My cock was still rock hard, it was really exciting to know that I had just stealthed a really hot and annoying guy. I kept fucking him, using my own sperm as lube, and about 15 minutes later I was cumming in his guts again. I still could go one more time, so I didn't tell him again that I came. This time around I was enjoying the fuck, taking my time with him. "It's so good", he kept saying. "This cock is perfect inside of me, I need to have it again soon" "I'm close now", I finally said. "Give it to me, babe", he said. And for the third time that night, I came inside of him. We were both wasted, but I took the condom off before he could see it and hold it in my hand. His butt was leaking my cum, so I said: "We used a lot of lube, your hole is leaking it". "We had to", he said. "You have a massive penis, I couldn't take it without that amount of lube". "I think I should go home now", I said. "Ok, save my number and call me whenever you want, I need this cock again. I just need a few days to relax first." "I'm leaving the city tomorrow for two weeks, but I will definitely call you when I get back". I headed home and the next 2 weeks I was out of the city, working. But I couldn't stop thinking about that sweet ass of his. My bugs should be deep inside him and I was proud of what I did to him, no regrets. When I got back to the city, the first thing I did was calling him. When he answered the phone, I said: "Hey, it's me. I just got home and I was wondering if you want to come over tonight". "Sorry, I can't", he said. "I'm kind of sick, I have this flu that won't go away, I'm going to see a doctor tomorrow". "Oh, it's ok, ask him for a check up, it could be anything", I said. "You are right, but I will call you when I get better, I think I'm addicted to your cock, couldn't stop thinking about it". "I'm looking forward to fucking you again. Take care of yourself first and then we will meet up". I hang up with a smile on my face. He had a flu. I couldn't be sure, but it was probably the virus taking over his body. I bred him and he was pregnant with my babies. I could not wait for him to call me and tell me the news.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

3 years ago, just after being reintroduced to the uninhibited joys of chemsex, I had a business trip to Vegas on my schedule. The meeting was set up for 2 days at the Cosmopolitan hotel on the Vegas Strip. The schedule for meetings was pretty full so I decided to behave the first 2 days of the trip and then let loose after the other members of the group departed for home. Well, the best laid intentions don't always work out. I couldn't stand how horny I was as we touched down at the airport the night prior to the meetings. I got to the hotel, checked in to an amazing room and began to search for T. Naive as I was I thought there was some sort of "honor code" from those offering to sell to me. I've since discovered that there is very little if no honor in most dealers. I"m fortunate to have a great one at home that I trust. Anyway I hopped on To Grindr and sTarTed searching for the profiles ThaT mighT give me some clues. Much like the prior sentence. Within a short scan I saw the clues. I reached out to the profile and was told they would be able to supply whatever I wanted. They were just across the strip from me at Planet Hollywood. I was instructed to be in the lobby by the elevator in 30 minutes. Bonus was 1 of the 2 guys in the profile was a massage therapist and would give a great massage if I wanted as well. I was told they were brothers--1 gay the other bi-ish. TheGrindr profile pic looked hot. Super fucking horny and ready for some adventure I emptied my wallet of the excess cash that I wouldn't need and placed it in the safe. I douced, showered, pulled on a metal cock ring, dressed with a jock under my jeans( just in case) and off I went headed to Planet Hollywood. When I got to the elevator lobby i texted the guys. Within minutes the bi brother was there. I hopped on the elevator with him to go to their room and make the deal. He then informed me that his supplier was running late and that once in the room I could give him my cash and he'd go meet his supplier and be back to the room in no time. Dumb, trusting me (remember the honor code) handed him a sizable amount of cash and he was gone. While I waited his brother, the hot gay one, would keep me occupied in their room. I was ok with that and while i sat on 1 of the 2 beds in the room he was out the door and off. Now let me fill in a few of the details that had been left off in the Grindr profile as well as any discussion to the point of walking into their hotel room. 1). Tney were brothers. The slightly older was bi, the runner for supplies, the talker and the ringmaster. 2). Brother 2 was a mid 20's blond with a slight build and looked like the pic in the profile on Grindr EXCEPT according to them he was in the Army and the victim of a roadside bomb in Iraq. He lost the left side of his entire body, well, almost. He could walk with a limp and the entire left side of his face was in the process of being reconstructed. His left arm dangled at his side. When he spoke he could barely make the words understandable. Such a shame cuz he was a great looking guy. That had me overly sympathetic to these 2 so while we waited for bi Brother to get back I attempted to have a conversation with brother 2. It wasn't long and bi brother was back in the room and had found success with the party supplies. He suggested we all try a sample and asked if I had ever "parachuted" anything before. I had no clue what that was however I dumbly said, "sure I love that." He said "Great" and went into the bathroom to prepare each of us a "parachute" of the party favors I had just purchased. Within a few minutes he emerged with 3 small "packets" wrapped in toilet paper. These were the parachutes. He handed one to me the other to brother 2 and on the count of 3 raised his to his mouth dropped it in and swallowed. I followed suit as did brother 2. Now the night would become interesting. .... NOTE TO EVERYONE-I learned that I never allow anyone now to prepare anything as a party supply without me seeing all of it. I do the same for anyone I party with as well. When dosing anything I either allow them to do their own or if they don't want that I make sure they see what I am doing. Why do I share this? Because of what happens next..... Bi brother suggests that for a mere $40 he would give me a full nude massage. I said sure, peeled off my clothes and laid face down on the bed, He stripped to his underwear and crawled on top of me and began the rub down. Within a few minutes I was out cold. There was more in that parachute than just a little T. I still to this day don't know what it was but it was powerful. At some point I regained consciousness and shot straight up on the bed gasping for air. (1 would think that's G but I don't think it was that caused this). I felt I couldn't catch my breath at all. Both brothers laughed and said something to the effect of "It's a great buzz isn't it?" I then stumbled to the bathroom cuz I had this strong urge to pee. I stood swaying over the toilet, dick in my hand, feel like i was going to piss the bed just moments before and now couldn't pee a drop. I then came back to the bedroom flopped down on the bed and tried to just enjoy the buzz. For the next period of time I made a number of trips to the bathroom, thinking I needed to pee only to return without doing so. Laying on the bed in only a jock Bi Brother suggested we get some other guys to party with. I must have told him I was chatting up a really hot escort earlier in the night. Somehow he got my phone and called the guy. He asked me that if we got him there would I cover his fee. In my increasingly horny stupor I said "SURE". Rentboy arrives a short time later, I pay him his fee. He stripped, stroked his amazing cock a few times and bent me over in front of the 2 brothers and proceeds to fuck me. Fuck I never thought I would find being fucked in front of others hot, but tonight I did! The harder he pounded my ass the more I begged for him to give me more. He pushed me over to the other bed where the brothers had their dicks out stroking them. He shoved my mouth down on bi brothers hard cock to shut me up. I swallowed his 7" in 1 move all the way to his balls. No gag reflex existed in that moment. I swallowed his cock stifling my loud moans of pure ecstasy. This was fantasy material for me. Never before had I ever been "spit roasted" by 2 dudes. In my fuzzy state of mind I was in heaven! Rentboy pushed me on to the bed face down pounded me as deep as his 8" rock hard cock would go a few more strokes then flipped me over. He shoved a pillow under my ass and pulled me, legs in the air, to the very edge of the bed. With my ass framed by my jockstrap my pulsing hole was totally exposed to everyone in the room. Rentboy challenged bi brother to stick his cock in my hungry hole. I must have turned bi brother on with my cocksucking because before I knew it he as pushing my legs toward my ears and plunging his cock into my ass. A few strokes later he was breeding me with his load. I could feel his cock expand just as he exploded. He shoved his cock as deep as he could and left that spunk deep in my guts. He collapsed on top of me, out of breathe. Rentboy quickly rolled him off of me and onto the bed cuz he was about to explode. He turned me on to my left side and with my right leg pitched forward he slid all 8" in to my ass from my pitched forward hips. Lifting my right leg toward the ceiling it gave him a wide open gaping hole to slide and then shoot into. He did just that. Filling me with my 2nd load for that night. Out of breath he laid on top of me letting his cock stay buried in my ass, working as a plug for the 2 loads I had just gotten. I clenched my ass tight around his cock. Attempting to milk it and bring it back to hard just in the off chance I could get him to give me another load. He laughed, slapped my ass as he pulled out slowly and said he had to get to the airport. He was flying to NY early that morning to spend the weekend with a client. Damn. I wanted that man so much at that moment. Grateful for what had just happened I grabbed my wallet from my jeans, pulled out a generous amount of cash and handed it to Rentboy as a tip. I laid back on the bed and I was out cold for the 2nd time that night. Not sure what time it was but I was awakened by the ringing of a phone. It went off for what seemed like forever. I then heard brother 2 answer and have some conversation with someone. Suddenly he's shaking be awake. Telling me I have to leave immediately because his sister was downstairs in the casino and on her way up to his room. He sounded very panicked. I could barely open my eyes let alone find my clothes, dress and leave his room. Somehow I did just that. I found myself down in the lobby of the hotel, trying to remember which direction it was to my hotel. I wandered around, actually stumbled around on the street out front for a few minutes before realizing my hotel was just across the strip. With the visual in sight, I was able to find the pedestrian bridge, cross Las Vegas Blvd. and enter back into my hotel. I had stayed here many times before so even in my altered state I was able to find my elevator and get back to my room. I walk in my room, flopped down on the bed and immediately grabbed my phone to go on Grindr, after what had just happened I was still so horny I could barely stand it. I looked at the alarm clock next to the bed and saw it was 5:15 am. FUCK I didn't have to be anywhere until 10 a.m. that day. I needed to find another top to take care of the incredible need to be fucked again that I was feeling..what happened next will come in the next post.....

Not much actual sex here but I will at some point continue, this is fiction but one or two points are based on fact. When I left school, my sister, Tracy, got me my first job, working in a bar as a glass collector, the bar was split into three, upstairs where the younger more wild crowd where, middle bar where the owner hung out with his friends and the lower bar where the hardened crowd, the older drinkers went, although to me at that age everyone was older. My job was to clear glasses from tables, wash-up, empty the drip trays and restock the bars as required My sister worked behind the bar at the top and middle bars with other staff, but the lower bar was run exclusively by Pete, at first I liked Pete, he always had a drink ready for me and always a smile and a chat, but I liked the top bar with the younger crowd, besides some of the guys up there told me that Pete was gay and had a thing for young lads, hinting that he liked me in that way, of course after that I used to be a bit more observant, and I would notice him looking at me and it made me uncomfortable, especially when he brushed past me. So, I avoided going down there but inevitably got told off by the boss and told to treat all the bars the same. My sister occasionally would go to the lower bar and chat with Pete, sometimes I got the impression they were talking about me, they would look smile laugh. I tried to ignore it but it became very obvious. I had a girlfriend Helen, same age as me but vastly more experienced. 5 foot 10, great body, loved sex, what else could I ask for? Although as we both lived at home, we struggled to find places to go. My sister got on well with Helen, they would go shopping or for drinks together and my sister was a wild thing, a bad influence, if they had a night out I would ring Helen the next day to arrange to meet to invariably find her hung over. So, one Friday night, I am thinking about how Helen and I could have some alone time the following night, one of my infrequent Saturdays off, the lower bar was closed for renovation and the smell of paint fumes where keeping the customers away, so fewer staff required. I call up Helen only to be told, “Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, I have arranged to go out with Tracy”, I am already angry with my sister and confront her, “you knew I wanted to spend time with Helen, instead you decide to fuck up my evening”. She replied with, “oh don’t worry, you have been invited to a party, Pete has invited you!” “I don’t want to go to a party with that queer” “Oh don’t worry, I’ll be there too, Helen is coming too” That’s where I made my mistake, I accepted a lift from my sister to the party but when I asked if we were picking Helen up, I was told she would make her own way…… sooooo, we got this house in the middle of an estate, no idea where, there were a few cars there both my sister and I get out and go into the house, surprise surprise, it is just guys, my sister is the only female there, she reassures me others will be there soon, but in the meantime she needs the toilet, she wanders over to Pete and points me out the disappears to the toilet. Pete comes over with a couple of drinks and talks to me whilst I wat for Tracy to come back, I am not comfortable, not comfortable at all, especially as when I start to look for her I see one guy giving another guy a blowjob, I look into another room two men naked on the bed in each other’s arms. A third room a big TV is showing gay porn and by now my head is buzzing, I feel unsteady, I go outside and find my sisters car is missing. I try to phone her but my phone is not in my pocket, did I leave it somewhere? Pete guides me back to the house, I am so unsteady. That my friends is about all I remember. I woke up the next morning, naked, on a bed with 4 other naked men all passed out. I get up, I feel sick, my limbs ache, my mouth tastes awful, the corners of my mouth are cracked and white flaky stuff is on my body, its on my face and comes off as I rub my face, my bum feels sore, very sore, but at the same time feels empty, and amazingly, my groin has been totally shaven clean. I feel sick to the pit of my stomach my headaches my nipples feel like they have been torn from my body and for some strange reason I have a handcuff attached to my left wrist, just hanging there. I am standing there in a room with 4 other naked men, sorry 6, two more are on the floor spooning. I look for my clothes, I find my jeans but my wallet has been taken from my pocket and pretty much emptied and left on top of my jeans, my cards are there but my provisional driving licence is gone and so has the little cash I had. I search for the rest of my clothes, I find one sock which may or may not be mine, I can’t find my underwear, I find one trainer in one corner and the other in another, I can’t find my tee-shirt so in the end I just grab one off the floor, no idea who it belongs too, I cant find the keys to the handcuff and want to get out before anyone wakes, I go to a bathroom, passing by stuff that I have never seen before, but know to be drug stuff, syringe, lighter, spoon tin foil, I’ve seen this shit on TV but never in real life. In the bathroom it stinks of piss, yes I know some bathrooms do, but I can see in the bath, the plug is in and there is half an inch or so of piss, in the bottom of the tub, at least I am guessing that’s what it is. I check myself out, my first concern is my bum, I reach back and touch my hole, it feels swollen and puffy, there is more of the flaky substance around my hole and on my bum cheeks. I get dressed the best I can, and look for a way out. I leave the house through the kitchen passing two men one sat on a kitchen chair the other sat on him facing him, both kissing both naked, they just smile at me as I leave then go back to kissing and walk away. I walk for maybe an hour or more when a car coming towards me slows and I realise it is my sister, she turns the car around so she is travelling my way, she opens the door I go to get in as what else would I do, she has a big grin on her face smiling from ear to ear, “I hear from Pete you had a great night, life and soul of the party he said” “wait”……she reaches into the back gets out a small towel and folds it and puts it on the passenger seat, “don’t want you leaking on my seat” she says with a massive grin. “you dumped me there” “I told you I was going out with Helen”, she replies, besides Pete says you had a fantastic time and everyone loved you, I mean they really loved you” as she laughed to herself “Anyway”, she continued, “you couldn’t have come with me and Helen, 5 would have been an awkward number” “what do you mean 5”, I ask suspicion dawning on me “Well, there was me, Jon”, (tracys boyfriend) “Helen and Daniel” “who the fuck is Daniel” Tracy snarled at me, “don’t you raise your voice or swear at me, Daniel is Helens new friend”, “she was telling me how brilliant he is and how talented” “what do you mean” “oh nothing little brother, don’t worry about it, after all you have new friends now too, I am sure Helen wouldn’t be jealous of them” I sit there brooding, we don’t say anything for a while until Tracy points out the bruises on my arm, I hadn’t noticed before, three thumb size bruises in the crook of my left arm, three small dots, I couldn’t bring myself to admit what they were, although Tracy knew and suggested next time I do it somewhere less obvious, like in my groin or in my cock, I couldn’t believe she just suggested that to me, Jesus did people really do that? Stick a needle in their cock? Not me, no way, no way at all. I don’t do drugs, and I wont stick things in my groin or cock and I wont be going to anymore parties. I closed my eyes and leant against the window feeling so totally and utterly depressed and just wanting to get home and climb into bed and sleep.

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!

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I've had doctors tell me the normal course is about 4 to 6 weeks to achieve undetectable status, so that sounds about right. I also believe that the research has shown the risk of transmission from a bottom to a top is very low unless the top is uncircumcised.

Amazing writing. some great and inspiring text. phew!

I took my first load at 14 when I was a freshmen in high school. I continued to take raw loads from the early 80s to the present. I think I was fortunate in the sense that HIV/AIDS in the early 80s in the Milwaukee, Racine and Kenosha area was not wide-spread, and I was hooking up with primarily straight guys my father and older brother had me service. Most of those guys did not hear about AIDS, and were happy to bareback since they did not need to worry about getting me pregnant. In 1984, when I turned 18 I discovered the small gay leather community and most of the older leather bears were more than happy to bareback me. As many of the guys I was having sex with were getting sick and dying, others assumed I was positive, so I had no problem hooking up with POZ guys who continued to bareback. It was my experience that most negative guys I encountered were condom Nazis who were unwilling to have safe sex much less bareback sex with individuals known to bareback or thought to be positive throughout the late 80s and early 90s. In the early 90s I moved to Chicago and San Francisco and bareback sex was pretty wide-spread in the gay chem community.

If I'm the bottom I want the load. Period, hard stop. Circumstances matter though. If it's a group sex scene, I try for the load but respect that the top probably wants to fuck a lot of bottoms. Totally understandable. In a one on one setting, I'm annoyed if I don't get the load. If you were that close to cumming, why did you pull out? If you can't get/stay hard, why are you trying to top? Then there are they guys who take 60+ minutes to cum. I'll just say that's a lot for a bottom if it's not a passionate scene. Unless there's a true connection, you should plan on being out in 20-30 minutes.

His chances of becoming poz from topping you are slim. If your VL was at 36,000 three months ago, and you've been on meds since, you may or may not be technically undetectable yet, but your viral load is almost certainly close to that level. A negative man topping a positive bottom is already an activity unlikely to result in seroconversion, even if you had a much higher viral load. That said, you say he's violent. I'm not sure why you're craving him (unless you're a masochist), but either (a) accept that the risk is there, low as it may be, or (b) get tested again - which you should be, if you've just started meds, because your doctor should be monitoring you regularly until you become undetectable. But bear in mind: if he knows you're poz, and he ends up poz, he may blame you regardless of whether he gets it from you. Especially if some other trick of his claims to be negative but (knowingly or not) is actually positive. Frankly, I'd avoid anyone with violence issues, but your mileage may vary.

THat's it exactly. It's all about the cock. Not who it's attached to. It's the art of making the cock happy without any of the trappings of status or style or dress or mannerisms or politics. It gets a cock into me (moth or ass - or both) or gets mine into another hungry hole. No fuss,=. No pleasantries. No guilt. No shame. Nothing to fixate on but the cock. The all-mighty, glorious cock! Let me worship you, brother.

Freshly fucked and a 70mm glass ball in the hole to make sure nothing leaks out, but DAMN I need more!

I took my first bareback load at 14 when I was a freshman in high school from a 21 year old. We hooked up every few months until I was about 19, always raw. When I started really getting into cruising and lots of casual sex, it was partly condoms, although I hated them. If I felt I trusted the guy, it would be raw. (I know, guys lie) But it seemed to me most guys were pretty honest if they were poz. I'd let them fuck me with a condom, which I would always try to eat afterward. (If they hadn't already pulled out and shot in my face or in my mouth) I had a part time Master for a brief period who shared me with his neg friends, including gangbangs. I took a lot of risks in the early 90's. Thankfully I'm still neg.

Because absolutely nobody cares? As you well know... If you thought that was a real topic of interest you would have brought it up yourself. The only reason someone would bring up "Boris Johnson" is because they're trying to distract from talking about what a huge sick farce of a human being Biden is, and how he's the most gruesome practical joke ever played on the world. Truly astonishing, even after four years of Trump, (and two years of Johnson, which you care about apparently) - you're a 50-something man and your entire intellect still revolves around the statement "uhh, look, he's got shaggy blond hair! haha! CLOWN! Shaggy blond hair! Do you see it? If THAT isn't proof that we should all instantly join ISIS and designate Washington D.C. as the new Caliphate, then I don't know what is! Hair, you see! Hair! Hair! I'm tellin' ya, HAIR! Something something HAIR!" Are you sure about that? Why did she get poll results of like 1% before she dropped out of the Democratic primaries if "everyone" knows and cherishes her amazing talents and personality? I wasn't being "misogynistic" I was being facelesscowwithnodiscernabletalentsistic.

I started bottoming bareback before the AIDS crisis but I never thought I was a bottom or that I barebacked. As far as I was concerned, I was just having sex. But then everyone started wearing condoms. My best sex was just before Meds and PrEP were available because guys were afraid of bottoming bareback. I decide to go back to bareback and start taking anonymous loads at the sauna and parks, which made my hole popular. When I got to the sauna often guys who had bred me before were eager to tell me that they were ready to fuck me. Raw holes were hard to get. I installed a gloryhole at my place and I advertized myself as a bareback bottom wherever I could. Guys who fucked and bred me at the sauna were invited to my gloryhole. After PrEP saunas became full of bottoms looking for loads.

If you think his question was a good-faith attempt to get an answer about whether there was something to worry about re: Biden, then you have not read his previous posts fellating his hero, Donald Trump - the president whose mental decline so disturbed EVEN HIS OWN APPOINTEES that they routinely described him as crazy. He's not looking for an honest opinion - he wanted to run down a liberal officeholder in a country in which he doesn't even live.

Last time I checked, misdemeanors are not legal, permitted, penalty-free behavior. And why does San Francisco get the blame for a statewide proposition? San Francisco has always had high rates of shoplifting, car break-ins, bike thefts, etc. These crimes are regrettable, but they occur in all high-profile world cities (except perhaps in Singapore, where socioeconomic status is homogeneous, especially compared to US cities, and even chewing gum is a crime — or in the Islamic world, where a person might be stoned, arbitrarily incarcerated, etc.). I'm not convinced that running into homeless people and drug users on Market Street, or having Target close at 7 PM, completely negates the joys of visiting the Castro, sampling the numerous gay or gay-friendly restaurants, cafés, bars and clubs that remain in the City, and finding literally hundreds of other gay people within a 1-mile radius on Grindr (or 20 instant hookup ads at a time on BBRTS).

love this story. love the idea of hot high school country guys becoming cock loving pigs

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.

Remember being at a Leather bar - everyone having GOOD times sucking and fucking in the back outside ! About midnight or 1 a.m. - everyone having fun - went up another level - cute bear type boy gotten up on pool table naked - position himself being fucked raw ! Some 10 or 12 guys lining up to fucking him - dicks were hanging - swinging ! While for the moment getting excited - a stranger came up to me - gentle ribbing - grabbing - unzipping my pants / crotch ! He was addicted to Dicks - sucking me off - regular sucking machine - looking upon pure sexy crazy of others ! HOT times !

Part 9 - Banqueting Spanish Style Artem finished dressing the prince for the state banquet "I need a favour" Alex said in a hushed tone. "Of course Alex, what is it?" Artem responded casually being in private. Alex retrieved some money "I need you buy me a mobile phone" he said handing Artem the money. "Another one?" Artem asked looking at the money, "Why do you need two?". "This one is run by the palace" Alex replied, "I need a personal one for private things". Artem shifted on his feet uncomfortably, "Take Liam with you" Alex suggested. Artem nodded "I haven't seem him since we were on the terrace" he said pocketing the money. "Try the gym" Alex replied tongue in cheek then picking up his phone he called Liam. Alex hung up after a brief conversation "He will take you in to the city to get one" he said. "Okay, you better get moving Alex" Artem replied, "Does he know?" he asked. "No" Alex replied, "I told him you needed to get a new one" he said looking guilty. Artem smiled "No problemo, it is the least I can do for you". The evening was very much like state banquets in Monrovia except the dishes here were traditional Spanish cuisine. The speeches though went on a little too long and he was finding it hard to concentrate, sat next to the Duchess of Galicia he spent most of the time asking her who the various people were. He soon found out that his host knew all the gossip and Alex burst out laughing a couple of times about all the indiscretions some of the guests had previously made, his laughter causing a few head turns amongst the guests. Earlier he had a very brief conversation with Felipe Morales whom he met at the gala he held in Monrovia. His heart and cocked skipped a beat seeing the guy again and now was his chance to find out all the dirt on him. Felipe was impeccably dressed in a shiny tuxedo, his jet black hair offset with weird blond highlights looked very out of place and couldn't reason why he had them done, seeing an opening in his conversation with Duchess he quickly turned the focus to Felipe. "Duchess, I think it is time to dish the dirt on Felipe Morales" Alex remarked. She chuckled "Felipe Morales, a very famous actor and IHF partner" the duchess replied. Alex nodded "Right, I have just become royal patron and partner of that charity" he replied. "I know, everyone knows" the duchess informed him, "It is a very high profile charity here". "So he is an actor?" Alex asked playing innocent and she nodded, "Gossip?" he asked. The Duchess chuckled "Gay if that is what you mean, string of broken hearted lovers". Alex smirked glancing at him. "Give him a try apparently he is very good" the Duchess said. Alex nearly dropped his fork "Duchess!" he exclaimed biting his lip wanting to laugh loudly. The Duchess winked at him "I have it on very good authority he is a leon in the bedroom". "Lion" the Duchess explained seeing a perplexed look on Alex's face. Alex grinned "Not sure I should, you know working so closely together" he said being all innocent. She patted his hand "Enjoy yourself, let you hair down" she said confidently. The way the Duchess said this then winked at him made Alex laugh, they returned to their gossiping until dinner was over and guests started making their way in to the ballroom. Alex had never been to a state banquet where they had dancing after and this was one tradition the Spanish royals were known for and it made these events less regimented in many ways. Dancing was one thing Alex was not fond of and even his parents were surprised when the Duchess coerced him to take a trip around the dance floor before her husband whisked her away to dance. Alex happily slid off the dance floor and grabbed a sparkling water from the bar then headed out of the expansive glass doors on to the dimly illuminated terrace overlooking the gardens. He was feeling a little hot under his tunic and desperate to undo the top button for a moment and get some fresh air. Putting his glass down on one of the tables and undid the button and suddenly became aware he was not alone. "Your highness" A voice resonated from behind him and he knew exactly who it was. Alex turned and Felipe bowed "Felipe Morales are you chasing me?" he asked giggling. Felipe made no bones about it "Yes I am Prince Alexander, for many reasons", he cooed softly. Alex noticed he was holding a bottle of champagne "Enjoying your evening?" he asked. "Yes thank you your highness" Felipe responded, "I hoped we could get a chance to talk". Alex smiled "I promised you we would but with champagne?" he asked inquisitively. "Yes, I thought we could go to my suite at the paradore next door" Felipe suggested. Alex chuckled forgetting his manners "You are a fast mover Felipe Morales". Felipe laughed "Maybe the chase will end tonight" he said staring at Alex. "No one will notice you are missing the dancing goes on for many hours" Felipe added. Alex glanced around again "And this will be to talk about the charity?" he now asked. "No your highness" Felipe replied with assured confidence, "I want to take you to bed first". Alex stared at him for a moment getting aroused "I hope you do not disappoint" he replied grinning. Felipe couldn't help laughing at how casual the prince replied, half expecting to have the royal guard summoned to take him away. The exit was discreet and no one batted an eyelid, Alex stood in the suite of the paradore just a stones throw from the palace. Felipe put the champagne down and marched over to Alex grabbing him and kissing him with open mouth and full on tongue straight away. He sighed softly fully welcoming the kiss that went on for several minutes. Felipe pulled back 'Get undressed your highness' he said authoratively already starting on his own clothes. Felipe reached up and helped unfasten the tunic from Alex's body, Alex slipped out of it and hung it up on the back of a chair and lowering his head moaning subtly, Felipe's hand caressed Alex's arse, straight away he knew he was getting it. He turned and saw the defined swimmers build of Felipe and light covering of black chest hair tapering off the lower down it went. Standing proud and ready was eight inches of solid arse rearranging cock that glistened at the head with precum. Alex reached down and felt the immense size and weight of it in his hand and leveraging his grip on it he pulled Felipe forward until they kissed again, slowly he was being moved backwards until he fell back spread eagled on the bed giggling. Felipe lowered himself down to his knees giving a mischievous look at Alex and moving his head forward and running his tongue along the shaft of Alex hard cock. Moaning loudly from his pent up desire Alex arched his back feeling the warmth of Felipe's mouth engulfing his cock at the head then sinking all the way down the shaft and back up several times. Finally it flipped back down against his stomach then feeling his legs pushed up Alex raised his head and watched Felipe kiss and suck on his balls, then raising his legs even higher he let out a sharp squeal of pleasure. With precision Felipe's tongue rubbed against his hole and began probing deeper and deeper. His head rolling side to side in unfathomable pleasure, his hand grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly whilst Felipe worked on his hole. Alex stopped stroking his cock otherwise he would cum, his whole body was buzzing at every nerve ending, it was a whole new series of sensations that he had never experienced before. The unmistakable sound of Felipe spitting at his hole then working the saliva in with his tongue signified one thing and Alex wanted it badly. The loving tongue assault on his arse ended and his body began relaxing as the beautiful sight of Felipe's body loomed over him, his legs hooked around Felipe's thighs the cock already pressing against the resistance of his hole. Felipe leaned further forward and kissed Alex softly, his neck arched back on the bed feeling the immense pressure now forcing his hole open, gasping he looked up at Felipe and they kissed again. His hips wriggled on the bed and Felipe pushed slightly harder allowing the head to finally penetrate him, his eyes fluttered moaning even louder. Felipe closed the gap between them and and began kissing Alex locking their mouths together whilst he gently moved his pelvis all the way down until his pubes brushed against the softness of Alex's arse. Alex's fingers dug into Felipe's waist unsure if he was pushing him away or pulling him down, Felipe stopped kissing and looked down at Alex giving a couple of thrusts so he was in no doubt that Felipe was deep inside him. The gentle sighs and moans he got in response brought him down again to kiss the prince, his arm sliding under Alex's neck to hold him still, his pelvis gyrating first then finding his perfect rhythm he began fucking. The electricity in the air between them was palpable, a connection between them weirdly erotic and full of sexual intensity. Their faces so close that Alex could feel Felipe's exhale with every thrust down, they appeared so in tune with each other, eyes fixed on each other in a hypnotic state, broken only by the sporadic deep wet kisses they gave each other. There was no change in Felipe, no sign of him building to orgasm, instead he kissed and pushed his pelvis down incredibly hard against Alex making him gasp several times at the sheer force against him. Felipe groaned once then kissed Alex again keeping his cock buried deep whilst he unloaded his balls deep in to Alex, in an almost ritual act they had to kiss whilst Felipe passed his seed in to Alex's body. His legs aching slightly from being held aloft and he soon forgot about it when Felipe started act two and begun fucking Alex again, this time they kissed continuously until Felipe produced his second load and collapsed sweating on top of Alex. His arms wrapped around Felipe gently stroking his back and completely blown over by the feeling of this man and his cock impaling him to the bed. There was no question that Felipe knew how to use his tongue and cock to great effect and it was great disappointment when Felipe started the process of extracting his cock. Even when he finally disentangled from Alex his cock hung in an arched fashion, still semi hard it was too much of a temptation for Alex, he leaned up and slipped his mouth around it instantly getting a taste of cum and what his arse tasted like after being fucked for an hour or more. Felipe allowed him to suck it for a couple of minutes before pushing Alex back on the bed, he strode over to the bottle of champagne opening it and retrieving two glasses from the mini bar and pouring a glass each. Even walking back towards Alex he cut such am impressive figure with his build and cock hanging between the heavy set balls. They laughed and talked drinking the entire bottle of champagne before falling asleep sprawled across the bed. He had no idea what time it was and woke up in the arms of Felipe, his head hurting a little from the champagne they polished off. He remembered waking in the middle of the night and turning over pulling Felipe with him who quickly slipped on top and took him from behind so quickly and easily that it seemed so natural. He sat up quickly and Felipe leaned over looking at his watch 'It is only 6am' he said pulling Alex back down in to his arms and kissing him. Alex was anxious and he had every right to be, if Liam found out he was missing all hell would break loose. A stones throw away Artem knocked on the door and Liam opened it "What is it?" he asked. Artem looked nervously "The prince, have you seen him, his bed has not been used" he said. Alfonso came quickly down the hallway "I no find him" he said wringing his hands. Liam went in to panic mode "Go back to his room and wait" he said grabbing some clothes. "Alfonso, not a word to anyone take me to the security office" Liam said closing his door. They rushed down to the palace security office in the basement and sat there with the Eduardo head of security going through the camera footage for half an hour until he spotted Alex leaving the terrace with the man. "Felipe Morales" Alfonso said, "I see them talking earlier he is at the paradore next door". "I come with you" Eduardo said grabbing his gun. Liam stopped Eduardo "Thank you Eduardo but I can deal with this quietly" he said. "Alfonso go back to Artem and tell him to bring a baseball cap, shorts and t-shirt" Liam said. He nodded "I go now" Alfonso replied running out. Liam checked his gun was secure in his holster and made his way to the palace side exit, protocol still had to be retained, although he suspected Alex was not in any trouble his concern was to get the prince back to the palace quickly and discreetly. Good thing he spotted that the prince was wearing his royal dress on the security footage. When Artem arrived he could sense Liam was angry and he refused to budge until Liam calmed down. It was only a short walk across to the paradore and Liam was striding across with Artem finding it difficult to keep up. Arriving they went by reception and headed to the suite of Felipe Morales where Liam knocked on the door loudly. Alex and Felipe woke up "Someone at the door" Alex remarked. Felipe put on a dressing gown and opened the door "Que quieres?" he asked in Spanish. "Prince Alexander!" Liam demanded in a quiet angry tone. Felipe turned to Alex "I think it is for you your highness" he said opening the door. Liam pushed in to the suite followed by Artem "Get dressed your highness" Liam said looking angry. Alex fumed looking at him "Protocol!" he shouted at him, "Remember who you are addressing". "Your highness" Liam said bowing, "Get out of bed and put these clothes on now!" he demanded. Artem moved forward to the bed smirking and bowed his head "Thanks Artem" Alex said. Liam stood with arms folded like an adult scolding a child "Hurry up!" he said. "Walk away" Alex said to both of them noticing Liam hesitated standing his ground. "Liam" Artem said grabbing his arm, "Leave his highness he is safe". Alex watched them leave then looked at Felipe "I am so sorry" he said looking upset. "Oops" Felipe said putting his arms around Alex, "Are you in trouble?" he asked. Alex shook his head "No, that protection officer disapproves of me" he said looking at the door. "But you are the prince, can you not tell him?" Felipe asked helping Alex dress. "You are joking right?" Alex asked, "He doesn't like me, I tried to be nice but have had enough of trying". Felipe kissed Alex on the head "Then get him removed, surely you can do that" he said kindly. "Anyway why do you care if he likes you?" Felipe now asked looking at Alex curiously and winking. Alex sat on the bed, "My life is lonely Felipe" he said quietly, "Trusting people is hard". "But you have your family and some people around you" Felipe reminded Alex. Alex nodded "My family is great, the people around scrape and bow except Artem, he is becoming a close friend". Alex stood "No Felipe, my protection officer doesn't like me one bit" Alex said. Artem had grabbed the royal dress and was placing it in the bag he brought. Both Liam and Artem heard the words Alex spoke to Felipe through the slightly ajar door and to hear him say those things struck a chord with Artem who glared daggers at Liam and walked off. Torn between stopping Artem or waiting for Liam he desperately tried to pay no attention to it, yet he could see the anger in Artem's eyes as he stormed off. "Tomar" Felipe said quietly giving Alex his number, "We still need to talk about the charity". Alex chuckled "If you can keep your hands off me, otherwise it will be hard" he replied. Felipe glanced at the door then snogged Alex "Not possible, I will be back for more" he said. Alex chuckled, Felipe bowed "Your highness, such a pleasure, amazing wonderful pleasure". Alex kissed him "You are amazing in bed" he said quietly putting the baseball cap on. Liam walked in "Your highness now if you please, we need to get back to the palace!" he demanded. Alex walked to the door "Fuck you!" he said, "And bow when you address me". Liam glared at Alex then bowed his head "Your highness" he said in a slightly mocking tone. "You want to play by the book then that is what we will do" Alex said walking out. Unsure if Alex was playing him or if he was deadly serious, Liam hurried out catching up with the prince and walking two steps behind. If there was ever a walk of shame this was surely it, Artem was standing outside waiting the walked off ahead of them both to check no one was around as they walked back to the palace. A short 5 minute walk that seemed to go on for ever for Alex, his protection officer said nothing but his demeanour spoke volumes which made it even worse. He could feel the icy disapproval stabbing his back. Liam was relieved to get the prince back in to the safety of the palace and followed on behind trying to calm down although he knew he was going to ripe the prince apart for putting himself in danger. Alex opened the door to his room and tried to close it but Liam was already inside the room, he turned to Liam about to dress him down but Liam got in there first and didn't hold back. "Don't ever do that again without my knowledge your highness" Liam said venting his anger. "You put yourself at risk, scared Artem as he had no idea where you were" Liam continued. Liam threw up his hands "Irresponsible actions you should know better!" he finished. Alex taken back was uneasy about his anger "What do you care!" he said. Liam was silent "I am a disgrace, disappointment, not what you expected and you hate me" Alex said. Liam opened his mouth but Alex stopped him "I do not want your opinion" he said cutting him down. He stood looking at the prince "Speak only when spoken to as protocol dictates" Alex reminded him. Inside Liam was beginning to respect this fighting prince "Walk away!" Alex said in a defiant stance. Alex watched Liam bow and back away then he walked into the bathroom locking the door and he slumped to the floor visibly shaken and upset, at what he wasn't sure right now. Once thing he knew now was that his protection officer thought less and less of him each day as he seemed never to be able to put a foot right in Liam's eyes. He could be more responsible but what harm had he done, even in his upset state he was now resolved to making Liam follow all royal protocol down to the last dot. Artem caught up with Liam going to his room "Well done knob head!" he exclaimed. "I said get to know him not tell him off" Artem added. Liam turned looking angry "You see what I am up against Artem?" he asked, "Sneaking off for sex". Artem shook his head "You are no different Liam, everyone knows Polly comes up to you rooms". Artem quickly put his hand over his mouth "Sorry" he said quickly dodging into his room. Artem changed and listened at the door to make sure Liam was not hanging around in the hallway for him. Quietly he crept out and walked back to Alex's room his nerves all over the place from expecting to be hunted by Liam. Alex heard Artem entering the bedroom calling out his name and waited until he heard the door close and the lock engaging. Alex unlocked the door and came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, Artem sat next to him putting his arm around his shoulder. "He is harmless Alex" Artem said comforting him, "Too highly strung if you ask me". Alex bit on this thumb "He hates me and everything I stand for or do" he replied. Artem shrugged "Maybe he just wants to do his job properly, you know what they are like". "Yeah I guess, it is just everything I do disappoints him" Alex replied. Artem chuckled "You certainly did alright getting Felipe in bed" he said still chuckling away. Alex managed to smile "You have no idea how good it was, for a moment I was free" he said. "Yes but he was the one who bagged a prince not you" Artem said reminding him of his status. Alex sighed "Don't keep reminding me Artem, I know who I am. Sometimes I just hate it". "Rubbish!" Artem replied, "You are the prince and dam good one Alex! Well apart from the smell right now". Alex glanced at him and laughed "Thank god I have you by me" he said feeling a little relieved. Artem stood up "Right lets get that sex smell washed off you and ready for breakfast" he said. Alex stood up "Thanks" he said resting his head on Artem's shoulder, "Does it smell bad?". Artem laughed "You smell like you have been in an orgy doing it all night" he replied. "One thing Alex, we heard everything that you said to Felipe" Artem said in a hushed tone. "Ah" Alex replied leaning up, "That might complicate things then" he said. Alex taunted Artem and they ended up tussling together in a playfight as Artem tried to Alex in to the bathroom to scrub him clean. Artem handed the phone over to the prince telling him that he was sure Liam knew the phone wasn't for him. Alex put Felipe's number in and secured the phone handing it to Artem asking him to keep it. The prince kept out of Liam's way for the rest of his time and plunged head first in to his official duties with his parents. Liam naturally there along with Scott overseeing the security noticed the lack or non existence of communication between the prince and Liam. Alex found time to have Felipe over to discuss charity work. On the last day Artem was leaving with the rest of the royal entourage for Monrovia, Alex and Liam were staying on at the palace for a few more hours before there flight later in the day. Alex accompanied his parents to the front of the palace, Artem came over to say goodbye looking a little upset and professing his was really jealous not to be going with him, Alex promised he would take him next and then glanced over to Liam who was heavy in conversation with Scott, head of crown protection. "I know you are not looking forward to this Liam" Scott said sympathetically. Liam nodded "Sitting on a beach watching him is not my idea of relaxing" he replied seriously. "Is the prince hard work?" Scott asked, "I see how he avoids you". Liam looked at him "Yes but do not worry I will break him in" he replied confidently. "Cut him a little slack and work with him, he is a little fragile" Scott informed him. Liam looked a little confused by the remark "Use this time to understand each other" Scott advised. "He is quite head strong" Liam said glancing over at Alex. "The King is still worried that he might drop out of royal life Liam" Scott informed him. "That is confidential Liam, I know you are in the King's confidence as well" Scott said. "He is he really unhappy sometimes" Liam said understanding and knowing what the King meant. "Quite possibly" Scott replied, "That is why the King asked you to keep him informed". "I never realised it was that bad, I just thought he was in this rebellious phase" Liam said. "Understood and I will try to let my hair down a bit" Liam said assuring Scott. Scott chuckled "Look after him Liam, this whole gay thing worries me a little" he confided. "And me!. Don't worry I will keep him safe" Liam said emphasising his point. Scott smiled "Make sure that you find time to relax in Mauritius" he said. Liam nodded and shook hands with Scott then walked back and stood behind the prince and the Spanish royal family watching the entourage leaving. Alex glanced behind him to find Liam was already looking at him, it was a slightly different look and one that had Alex confused and unsure if he had done something else that his protection officer disapproved of. Alex quietly spoke "Now what have I done that you don't approve of?" he asked. Liam remained expressionless. "Two weeks of your disapproving looks, great!" Alex remarked. Bowing his head "If that is what your highness wishes" Liam replied with a smirk. Alex turned to him "Walk away" he said confidently brushing past Liam. Alex walked inside palace following the king and queen of Spain. Liam watched him and couldn't help smiling, in reality he really found the prince amusing at times and he was loving this game of disapproving looks as it was one thing that wound Alex up big time. Since that night in the bar and the weeks that followed Liam had grown to respect Alex and he sure as hell didn't shy away form things, the way he carried himself and his duties showed a different side to this young lad. For now though he was not about to tell Alex since he wanted to keep the prince on his guard, outwardly the prince showed no sign of his unhappiness of being trapped in this world. If truth be told Liam felt a little sorry for him fully understanding that despite all of the trappings afforded to the prince he wanted a simple life. Alex turned his head and looked at Liam who put his dark sunglasses on keeping a dead pan expression. The way Alex lowered his eyes before turning his head around was an incredible look of shame tinged with unhappiness, it stopped Liam in his tracks and was unsure if that was directed at him or generally how the prince felt under all his perfect exterior.

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Part Three Cory leaned in and the two kissed as they enjoyed their mutual rush. Cory quickly moved between Nathan’s legs and began to eat his virgin and neg hole. Nathan began to moan as Cory worked his tongue deep inside his hole. As Cory took a break from rimming his stepbrother he asked him “Are you ready for my cock bro?” Through his soft moans Nathan said “Yes, God yes, fuck me please!” Cory quickly moved up Nathan’s thin body as he positioned his poz cock at his stepbrother’s neg hole. The two kissed as Nathan began to feel the hard cock penetrate his body. Cory slid in balls deep and began to fuck immediately not giving Nathan a chance to know he was really being fucked without a condom. Cory pounded Nathan’s hole making sure to tear it up a bit to help his toxic load get inside his blood stream and with Cory newly poz and not yet on meds his viral load was probably toxic enough to do the deed he was intending. Cory tried to last as long as he could when he began to feel his balls begin to boil. He lasted a couple minutes longer when he jammed his cock in deep and grunted out as unloaded inside Nathan’s hole. Nathan had little clue what had just happened. The two kissed while Cory worked his still hard cock inside Nathan’s cum filled hole working his seed into the walls of his ass. Nathan was still high and horny as Cory pulled out and began to finger, scrap and pull at Nathan’s cummy hole. He worked himself around so that Nathan could go suck his cock clean as he worked to make sure that his bug would do its job. With the Viagra in his system it didn’t take him long till he was rock hard again. This time he put Nathan on all fours and mounted him from behind. Like he did before he rammed his cock deeper inside his stepbrother causing him to moan out in pleasure and pain. Cory rode Nathan harder and longer this time around. He made sure that the seed already inside was pushed in deeper. Nathan kept moaning and squealing out with ever thrust Cory made and he knew that with one more slam Nathan would be ready for the rest of the weekend. After he planted two more loads he grabbed Nathan by the neck and led him to his room. He threw him on his own bed as he went and grabbed his back pack where he had another slam ready for Nathan. Nathan laid back and quietly accepted the slam as he was sent even further into a high that had him kind of out of it. Cory pounded him a couple more times depositing the last cum he probably had in his balls. Nathan was still fucked up and out of is as Cory got the both of them dressed and helped him out to his car. Nathan had no clue where they were going as Cory made him suck his cock as they drove. When Cory finally parked and the two walked into the plain, brick building. Cory knew the guy working the counter as the two winked at each other. The guy behind the counter told Cory “So this is the stepbrother. I have the room you wanted set aside.” Cory asked him “How much?” Cory was told “The room is normally $50.” Cory handed the guy $75 and said “Here you go. Did you take care of the advertising for the night? The guy replied “All done. You should have a line waiting once he’s already” while the guy handed Cory 2 towels and the room key. Cory and Nathan walked into the place. Cory knew the way to the room and opened used the key to open the door. He let Nathan lay on the bed as he rummaged around his back pack. Cory took a couple more Viagra as he helped Nathan out of his clothes and into the sling in the middle of the room. Cory then undressed and approached Nathan in the sling. He administered another slam to Nathan and then did his own before opening the door. He knew that Nathan would have little memory of the bathhouse as a line formed between Nathan’s legs. While Nathan got fucked by guys of all ages, shapes and colors Cory got on the bed and began to get some cock and cum of his own. By the next day both stepbrothers had cum dripping from their holes. Nathan had taken a couple double fucks as Cory watched the action as he took load after load. That night Cory took Nathan home and the two climbed into bed together. They spent the next 2 days in bed with Cory calling in for Nathan being sick and himself calling off from work. Nathan remembered very little from the weekend except that he was in love with his older brother. When he came down with the ‘flu’ Cory came over and spent some time with Nathan. Nathan looked up at Cory and didn’t have to ask the question as Cory showed off his new biohazard tattoo just about his cock.

I ended up at the Mustang Spa--an old health club, with pool and Jacuzzi, sauna, steam room, etc. I hit the sauna and the steam room with my Viagra hardon and had a few guys chow down on it, but only took one load. So I cruised around a bit, till I met this good looking dude hanging out in his room. Say early 20’s, 6’, 190, with a great dick, but a total bottom. We started off with poppers, kissing and caressing. He said he’d been at the Coral Sands the night before--a place notorious for fisters. I slipped 2 fingers then 3 into him. I loved the wonderful warmth of his insides and added a 4th. He asked me to go slow—cause he was all torn up and worked over from the night before. I almost got my thumb in, but I knew he was hurting; and traces of blood came out on my hand. So I worked my 4 fingers around in him, reopening his previous night’s wounds as gently as I could. I chowed down on his mancunt, lubing his hole with my spit. His ass juices and rectum--tainted with blood--tasted so good. He was my ideal candidate. I rose up for some hot fukking. Eagerly his legs went to my shoulders. As stretched out as he was, I had no problem entering him. After a few minutes I told him I was going to shoot, and all he said was “Yeah!” So I continued to pound away at him. When I was real close, I whispered, "I’ve got a load of poz cum for you!" His body tensed as his ass muscles tried to reject me. He said, "WHAT???" That was obviously not what he wanted to hear, so I tried something more to his liking. "I said, I just shot a load of hot cum in you." He smiled and relaxed. Still hard from the Viagra, I stayed in him, moving my dick around inside him, massaging my poz load into every inch into his ruptured innards. When I pulled out I rolled him onto his stomach (so my bug juices wouldn’t leak out) and massaged his back from his hole (where on each pass I inserted 4 fingers deep into his rectum), up his ass cheeks, over the small of his back, to his neck, spreading poz cum along the way. My toxic massage must have really felt good, cause several times he almost fell asleep. We cuddled like that for almost half an hour. I timed it. Of course I had an ulterior motive. I wanted to be sure the bug had ample time to do its work before he washed anything out. Otherwise, I would have been long gone. Now that he’s received my gift, I think he’s ripe to carry on the tradition of bug sharing. He’ll be back at the Coral Sands in a day or two just as soon as he has a chance to heal. Bottom fisters like him are just too addicted to ever stop barebacking, no matter what.