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While staying in Vienna I got into the habit of spending Saturday evening at Kaiserbrundl Spa for the foam party. If you’ve never been, the put plastic curtains at the entrance to a shower room and fill it with foam from a machine sitting atop one of the walls. A wide variety of men attend to fuck and get fucked. I had done my share of both on my many visits during my two month stay in Vienna. This is what happened during one of my visits. After breeding an ass and getting two loads myself, I was wading through the foam looking for another when I came across two men fucking. Being a bit of a voyeur I wanted to see how big he was and if he was wearing a condom. He allowed me to touch. He was decently hung but he was suited up. I started playing with the bottom’s hole and the top’s balls. I kissed the top and, whispering in his ear, I asked if he was neg. He shook his head no. I then asked if he was on meds. Again he shook his head no. Finally I asked if he knew the bottom. Again he shook his head no. For my next step I moved to the top’s cock. I slowly jacked him with two fingers as he was thrusting in and out. I started concentrating on the base of his cock and sliding the condom down. We kissed more as I was doing this. At this point the condom was only on the part of his cock inside the bottom. I put my whole hand on his cock and he pulled out of the bottom’s hole. Naturally I slipped the condom completely off and guided his raw cock inside the bottom’s ass. We continued to kiss and smiled mischievously at each other as he continued thrusting in the bottom. I went back to only two fingers on his cock. I could tell he was getting close and whispered for him to “breed his ass.” He started groaning louder and I could feel his cock throbbing as he bred his seed into the unsuspecting bottom. I wonder if the breeding took?

I am a physician going to a week long medical convention. Unfortunately I registered late and there were no rooms left. One of the other participants told the hotel he was willing to share a room and I reluctantly accepted. I usually hate these meetings but needed the education certification credits. I’m usually bored out of my mind at these meetings. I recently separated from my wife. We had not had sex for years but even so never stepped out on her. Just jerked off. I checked in early in the afternoon the day before the start of the meeting and was told my roommate had checked in. When I open the room door, my roommate was coming out of the shower and was toweling off. He was tall and fit, but what I noticed were his beautiful huge pierced nipples. I have always had a nipple fixation. When I look at pictures of boobs, I just looked at the nipples, not the size of the breast. In fact I liked small tits with big erect nipples, just like the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, the Swedish version. And his nipples were my vision of perfection and with the piercings, extra perfect. He noticed of course and he apologized, but I said no worries. As I always do I looked at his cock and saw a huge thick cut cock with a large PA, my cock stated to get embarrassing hard, and I saw him look down and take notice. I always liked looking at guys cocks at the gym but never got a hard on, but his was amazing. He noticed my interest. He saw I was getting embarrassed and wrapped his towel around his waist. Sorry he said, he didn’t expect me so early. I said no problem, and went to unpack and turned away from him to hide my raging hard on. I never get a boner seeing other cocks. My face was so red. Nice piercingsI mumbled. Thank you he said. I hope that isn’t a problem with you. I’m sure you realize it, I’m gay, I have had many gay patients and I have no problem with gays, and told him no problem. I’m Peter holding out my hand, I’m Larry. When we shook hands I felt an electrical sexual charge run thru my body and my cock instantly began to harden. Never had such an experience. The handshake was firm, gentle , and sensuous at the same time and much longer than necessary. Nice to meet you Peter. We had some talk about the meeting coming up, and found he hated them too and though they were a waste of money, so he was glad we could split the cost. I told him I was glad too. I lied I would rather have a single. Larry got dressed while talking, he was a very fit with well trimmed body hair. As we talked I found he was a really nice guy and made conversation very easy. So easy I asked him about his piercings. He acted like it was the most normal question ever and started talking about them. He like me has a nipple fetish, too and explained that 10 years earlier began pumping them. He explained what that was and banding them. Over a few years of regular pumping and banding the enlarged from tiny nothings to half inch in diameter constantly erect nipples. Five years ago he had them pierced so he can show them off at the gym. And he loves the look of them. Then he asked if I’d like to look at them again, in a way that seemed totally normal. And I said yes like I was agreeing to look his new watch. He then quickly removed his polo shirt. God they were beautiful. I am critic of nipples and I was amazed at them. The rings enhanced their beauty. Like my rings? Larry asked while he fingered them. I struggled to say yes as my cock hardened. Larry noticed my desire in my eyes and the bulge in my pants. Lets go to the bar for a few drinks before dinner, my treat, Larry suggested and I agreed. After a few drinks Larry knew all about me. Married with a lousy sex life , and separated. Larry told me about him and his life was just like mine. He married, had a mediocre sex life, cheated on his wife but the sex wasn’t much better until 10 years ago when he was at medical meeting and was seduced by a fellow doctor. He experienced the most incredible sex with him. Three days later he realized he was gay and has never been happier. At that point we had dinner with great conversation and food. Let’s get a nightcap he suggested and I agreed. Throughout the evening I had at least a partial hard on and was leaking like crazy I was sure glad I had dark pants on. In the bar we got a booth in the corner. The talk became more sensual and we talked a lot about our sexuality. Larry placed a hand on my thigh, looked into my eyes and smiled I returned the smile and put my hand on his and moved it up so he could feel my hard cock. i think it’s time to go Larry suggested. Absolutely I said and we headed for the elevators. In the elevator he discreetly massaged my ass. Once in the room we looked in each other’s eyes and gently and passionately kissed, This is all new to me I whispered. Larry said don’t worry I will show you. You will be transformed after tonight, I promise. Be gentle, I promise. Larry kept lights on. He slowly undressed me, kneeled in front of me and took my 7 inch thick cut cock in his mouth. I never had my cock feel so wonderful. He took me completely down his throat. Then he pulled off my cock, I don’t want you to cum yet. We kissed again and I tasted my cock and precum, it was amazing. Now undress me and do the same to me,Larry whispered in my ear. I slowly removed his shirt. His nipples were calling me, I sucked and pulled them, softly biting them. I was in heaven sucking on these perfect nipples. Larry was moaning in pleasure. I unbuttoned his pants and he stepped out of them. He cock was bulging his briefs. When I pulled them off, I couldn’t believe what I saw. 9 inches of thick cut cock with a huge head with a thick semicircular PA dripping copious precum. I never saw anything so beautiful . I slid my first cock in my mouth. What a wonderful feeling and what a uniquely wonderful taste. I sucked for a while but choked a bit. Tilt your head back and stuck out your tongue, Larry said then slide your tongue and my cock back in your mouth. I did that and amazingly his cock slid down my throat without gagging and I felt his pubes on my face. I swallowed that huge cock and piercing all the way down my throat!!! It felt good!! Larry slid his cock out of my throat with a little cling when the PA hit a tooth. You did amazingly well. Did you like sucking it? I almost shouted , YES!!!!!! Larry stood me up and kissed me passionately. Want to go on? Yes please. I was begging, Be prepared, after tonight your life will be changed, for the better. There will be no going back. I promise you will become fulfilled and and soon will become a real man. Is that what you want? Yes, I whispered as he led me to the bed.

Being based on the west coast, for some reason we don't get long layovers in San Diego very often. The hotel is downtown, so finding available guys can be hit and miss. The last one I had was December of 2020. One of the guys I hooked up with on that trip was a bi married guy who works downtown. I saved his email all this time, and hit him up a couple of weeks before my trip. I was surprised that he remembered me and was enthusiastic to come by to play. I was going to be checking in around 2:30pm and we arranged for him to come by at 4:00. Right at 4:00, he emailed and said he was on his way up. I met him at the door and he was as handsome as I remembered. Fit, late 40's, and a little shorter than me. I closed the door and he immediately pulled me in for a long kiss. We then got undressed and got on the bed. He laid back with his head on the headboard and wanted me to suck his 7 inches, which I gladly did. I only sucked him for about 5 minutes, and he was ready to fuck. He put me on my back and lubed up with spit and started pushing in. I hadn't been fucked in a few days, so I was pretty tight. But I loosened up quickly, and he was balls deep in no time. We changed positions a few times. Missionary, doggy, and lastly me flat on my stomach. He wrapped his arms around me, grabbed my hands, and started to pound faster. He very quickly blew his load and stayed in until he slid out. He took a quick shower, and as he was leaving told me to let him know if I'm back in the area anytime soon. The next guy I found on BBRT, and lives a 10 minute walk from the hotel. He was working from home and had to finish some emails. He was 50, stocky and bearish with 7 inches. He preferred 1 on 1 play, but loved that I had a load in me. Half an hour later he said he was downstairs and heading up and I should open the door and get on all fours. As soon as he came in I heard him get undressed. He immediately got behind me and started deep rimming and felching the cum. He didn't kiss me or feed it to me, but when he finished rimming me he quickly slid his dick in. He gave me a load after only a few minutes of fucking. We chatted a bit as he was getting dressed, and he also told me to hit him up the next time I'm in town. I didn't find my last load until a couple of hours later, also from BBRT. I was hit up by a latin guy, 48, average build, and 8 inches. He was about 20 minutes away, but was leaving the gym and could swing by. He messaged saying he was coming up, so I opened the door for him. He was a bit heavier than his pics, mostly in his belly. We made out for a bit before he got undressed and we moved to the bed. We made out, me on my back, and he pushed my legs up and put my feet on his shoulders. When he slid in, he started kissing my feet and sucking my toes. I don't think I've ever had a guy do that before. It was interesting. It was fine, didn't really turn me on much, but it got him super horny. He seemed like he was in no rush to cum, which was fine by me. We fucked for about 30 minutes before I got his load. He also told me he'd be happy to get together again if I come back. That was it for the night. No one else wanted to come downtown, and even though I was open to traveling a few miles, no one wanted to host. I hadn't cum yet and was hoping to find a hole to breed, but it wasn't in the cards. So I ended my night in my usual way. I watched some porn, jerked and edged, and fingered my sloppy hole.

Midnight Rendezvous Monday, I expected at least an email from Marc answering a couple of the questions I'd sent. There wasn't anything on email or voicemail. "He must be really busy" I thought, remembering that I hadn't gotten a reply until Wednesday the previous week. Tuesday I worked a little longer than normal and headed home. Gabriel would be in the middle of his shift and the condo would be empty. After rummaging around the fridge, I threw something together for dinner and when I sat down at the table there was a small brown paper bag, stapled shut, sitting next to my still unopened meds. After thinking a moment, I smiled and guessed what it was but I didn't look any closer. As I took my last bite of dinner, I thought to myself "I wonder if my meds have expired?" When I had cleaned up dinner, I laid out on the couch with my phone in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. Occasionally I'd take a hit from the pipe, but eventually the pipe was dead and I was too lazy to open the bag of weed and refill it. Then the glass was empty and I was forced to reload, so I filled both. Around eleven PM I finally spotted someone interesting on an app. He was only a few blocks away and I hadn't seen him before. There were the usual headless shots on his profile showing a nice ass, a decent cock, a furry but trimmed chest, and a bare cock going into his hairy ass. His skin was a little darker than the usual white guys in my neighborhood, but it could have been the lighting or a few trips to the now open tanning salon. There wasn't a lot of info in his profile either. He sent a couple "more recent" pics and I looked them over. A few messages later gave me enough info to want to hookup and he seemed to be up for a meet too. The new pics had a few more tattoos visible and there was a face pic too. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't going to have modeling career on his resume, either. The slightly crooked nose, poor complexion and the patchy beard didn't help, but it wouldn't matter for what I had planned. More important was his mouth and ass. A few more questions got that he was just looking to suck and fuck, nothing kinky or crazy. A classic "pump n dump" that should be over in half an hour. "Perfect" I thought. Go do him, get back in time for a shower and then wait for Gabriel to show up after his shift. "Ur poz?" was the next message from him and I replied "yeah." This was going to either take longer or just fall apart, I thought. "undetectable?" he then asked and got my "no" in response. "u pull out?" was his next question and I got a little more verbose this time telling him "no. precum just as viral as cum so no point. Feels so good fillin a guy with jizz." I expected that would be the end of it. I kept looking around at a few apps and the prospects were dwindling fast. If it had been hump day or the weekend, there would be more guys as it got later, not less. Fifteen minutes later, I got a message from the guy I'd written off. "U ever tag someone with 1 fuck?" I laughed. Apparently he was finding the pickings as bad as I was and was just as horny if not more than when we started chatting. "Yes. it can happen after 1 or might take 100" I replied. It was almost midnight when I got a reply from the guy. I had just finished off another bowl and was thinking about crashing until Gabriel got there. "This is crazy but im horny af ur profile says u do 420 can u bring some?" he asked. After getting his address, I wrapped a joint in a baggie, grabbed a lighter and my hookup phone before heading out the door. Having given my spare key to Gabriel, the new, shiny replacement went into a hiding spot in the fake plant by the elevator and I was on my way. In the past, it wouldn't matter what time it was when I hooked up. I had done my share of early morning booty calls over the years but now I had a deadline to be home by. Walking up to the address, I saw the building was a classic three-flat and I hit #3 on the intercom like he said. The name next to it said "Sanchez" and the door buzzed open a few seconds later, no asking who it was since I'm sure he didn't want to wake the neighbors with the chitchat over the intercom. I climbed the stairs and when I got up to the third floor he was standing in the doorway in just a pair of plain boxers. He looked almost like the last pics he sent, with a few more days growth on his face. I could tell he was nervous, but then most guys were usually nervous on a late night hookup with someone new, but he had something else to worry about. He looked me over, smiled at me and then I followed him inside. I pulled the baggie and lighter out of my jeans and fished the joint out. He paused in the middle of the living room and then glanced toward a bedroom and then back at me. "Smoke here or somewhere else?" I asked. "Oh god... I need that bad. I'm so fucking scared" he said. I chuckled and lit the joint, taking the first puff before passing it to him. He took a long hit and kept it in a while as he passed the joint back to me. I took a quick hit and decided he needed it more than I did. We passed it back and forth a couple more times, me taking very small hits just to keep the joint lit, until he finished it off. "Thanks, man. I needed that chill. Bedroom ok?" he asked after he exhaled all the smoke. He definitely had chilled and most of his nervous twitches were gone. I nodded and we went over to his room. Once inside he dropped his boxers and turned around. I was pulling my t-shirt over my head and when it was off I saw him on his knees in front of me, reaching toward the button and zipper. He pulled my jeans down as I pushed off my sandals and I stepped out of them. Seconds later, he pushed his face into my trunks and breathed deep a few times. "Oh fuck yeah... I hate it when a guy showers before he comes over to fuck... I want to smell a man's scent, not soap" he moaned. I laughed again, telling him "I know what ya mean." I always wanted to smell a guy's musk at a hookup and only had a couple guys who were too ripe for me to handle. It was usually something else that would turn me off like food stuck in his teeth or beard or a shitty hole. He began to lick and gnaw at my hardening cock through my underwear. After a few minutes, I slipped my thumbs under the band and pushed my trunks down. He got the hint and pulled them the rest of the way down while his tongue lapped around the end of my cock. "Fuck... that looks even better than the pics" he said a second before diving down on my now rigid cock. It was one of the more energetic blowjobs I'd had lately and between his hand, tongue and lips he really got my juices flowing. He pulled my foreskin back and licked and sucked on the head and then let it go and played with it. Cocksuckers raised on uncut cock always know what feels good. He kept one hand wrapped around the base, so he never went all the way down, but he didn't have to. My cock began to leak and I wondered if he realized he was tasting some toxic precum. It might even be the first that he'd ever tasted. I let him feast on my cock a few more minutes and then grabbed his long, wavy hair and pulled him off. "Up on the bed and show me that hungry hole" I growled. His eyes were a little glassy from the weed, but he nodded and did as I asked without hesitating. It was my turn to get on my knees as he got in the perfect position like I was sure he'd done countless times before. Kneeling, with his ass hung over the edge, his legs spread wide and his hard, long cock digging into the bedding. I spread his hairy butt apart and gazed at the tight hole. Leaning in, I gave a long lick up from his balls to his hole and heard him moan loudly. I pushed my face in and when my tongue tried to poke it inside, he was clenched tight. Lapping over his hole, I started giving him the best rim job I could. I had no idea if he was thinking more about my poz cock or my tongue. As his hole began to relax, my tongue worked its way in and I forced more and more spit inside. His hole was clean but his ass had a nice sweaty taste to it. I figured he had cleaned out a few hours ago, before he started searching online and here we were just past 12:30 am. Soon he began rocking his ass back into my tongue and that's when I tried to poke it in deeper. He groaned out "Oh... FUUUUUCK!" so I jabbed it in a few more times before slipping my finger in. He opened up faster than I expected after that and I figured that he'd forgotten about my toxic dick fucking his neg hole. Once three fingers were feeling good, I knew it was time to give my cock some pleasure. My hands pried his butt apart again as I stood up and let my cock play with the slowly closing hole. Before it got too tight, I dripped some spit down and pushed the head in. He let out several little grunts and when the head popped past the outer ring he let out a long moan. "Yeah... feels good, doesn't it?" I asked as my hips started to rock. He didn't answer me directly, but the progressively louder moans did. I didn't do anything to intentionally get him more receptive to my bug - no fingernails, no hard fucks before he was ready, no jabs into the walls of his colon. This was just a nice vanilla fuck. The timbre of his moans told me when I could go deeper. While I tapped at his inner ring several times, I never made it past. The thrusts got faster and then I eased off, never giving him less than half my length. My hands moved up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as I fucked harder. He began panting "yeah... yeah... fuck yeah" over and over. Several minutes later I pulled him up against my chest, wrapping one arm around him as I thrust my cock into his hungry hole. My fingers found his left nipple and I pinched it tight. His hole squeezed around my shaft and I let go for a moment before doing it again. This time, he moaned out and reached back with both of his hands to grip my body. The third time, I twisted the nipple and the moan was loud and deep. His ass clamped down on my cock and my thrusts slowed way down. He whimpered a little and I realized from his breathing that he was on the edge. While I might have wanted to roll him on his back so I could look at his face when I bred him, just fucking him from behind was going to have to do. His hands were still holding me as I began to thrust faster. His chest started to heave and I once again twisted his nipple, driving him into orgasm. I saw his first rope shoot across the bed but nothing more since my own orgasm took over right after and I held my cock halfway inside his chute. The spasms from his hole as he emptied his balls milked several spurts out of my cock and I felt the warm cum surround my dick. His fingers dug into my sides as he kept shooting his cum on the bed cover. I gave a couple more thrusts before the last few shots of my cum filled him up. We both stood there motionless for a few moments as the afterglow took over. "Fuck, that was hot. That's the best fuck I've had in a couple years" he said, gasping for air. "Glad ya liked it. I know I did" I whispered in his ear, breathlessly. I pushed him down to the bed and then rolled us on our sides, leaving my dick inside him. Both of us were sweaty and glued together. A couple minutes later I asked "So, was that your first fuck with a poz guy?" I felt him gasp lightly and it took a moment before he replied "I've been fucked by a bunch of undetectable guys, but you were the first one not on meds." "You can go get pep in the next day or two... or just see what happens. Depends on how risky you like it" I said. He nodded and just laid there another minute. I saw the alarm clock next to the bed and said "Crap. I gotta get home." I pulled my now flaccid cock out of his hole and rolled to the edge of the bed. I tugged on my shorts and jeans and then pulled my tee over my head. He was looking back at me with a goofy grin. "Hope we can meet up again. That was really fun" he said before he crawled off the bed and stood next to me. With his boxers on and my sandals back on my feet, he led me to the door and I made the short walk home. I figured that he was in a gambling mood at the moment but that would probably change in the morning. "Hey, Deshawn. Has Gabriel come in yet?" I asked the doorman. "No, sir. Not since I started at midnight. I'd have noticed that fine lookin' man if he came by" he replied. I chuckled and then hurried back to my condo. Walking in the door, I thought "No time to shower before he gets home." A second later I asked myself "Home? Where the hell did that come from?" I sat down on the couch and lit the last remnants in the pipe just as the door opened. I got up and gave Gabriel a tight hug. "I smell another guy on you..." he said as he took a step back after the end of the hug. I knew I was busted and wasn't sure what to say when he added "Was he fun?" and grinned back at me.

Katie moved up to San Jose the next weekend but I was left in her old room. The negative test came in and Thomas was not happy. He came by Friday and fucked me, on the bed as movers helped take Katies belongings out of the room. One of them seemed interested and kept sneaking a look into the room from the living room. Thomas made no attempt to be quiet or inconspicuous. There was a camera on us again, and now no matter how close the camera gets to the action the tattoo will let people know who's getting fucked. I was on my knees, sitting back onto towards my heels my ass at the edge of the bed, my chest pressed against the bed, my face pressed into a popper soaked towel. Thomas was now 3 loads deep into my ass, and his hand print was all over my lower back, sides and ass. He deposited His fourth load and left in a huff. The room was a mess, Thomas tore it apart looking for preP pills like when he came to my apartment. Over the counter pill bottles were everywhere in the sink in the bathroom, on the floor in the bedroom. Luckily he never looked IN any of those bottles. I was almost passed out on my stomach in the bed. My chastity device pressed backwards between my legs, my not so lubed swollen asshole cooling down from the the marathon fucking from Thomas. A bottle of poppers were by my pillow, but the towel was away from my face so I wouldn't black out. I felt a hand on my calf, and was too groggy to look to see who it was. The hand traveled up my leg and spread one ass cheek to the side, examining my hole. I lifted my hips slightly in anticipation. The hand on my ass pressed my hips down. "Are you really him?" The person asked. "Who?" I said with my eyes closed enjoying the strangers hand. "Straightbait" He said as his hand running over the tattoo. "Yes Sir" I slurred out. "Poz yet?" "Not yet" I moaned, my ass wiggling. "Do you want to be poz?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy" He said, I then felt his dick resting on my ass, it was heavy. His hands pressed onto my shoulder blades pushing me into the bed, and his dick was in between my ass cheeks. His hips contacted mine, and pressed his shaft against my hole. I moaned, one hand left my back and placed the poppers into my hand. "You're going to need this faggot." I took a hit and collapsed on the bed. The strangers cock was at the entrance to my hole and he pressed in. I'm not sure if I was just sore, or if he was that big, but I felt like he was stretching my out with a large toy. I felt his cock slide into my body slowly and deeply, it was unreal. By the time I felt his hips contact my ass I was feeling the head of his cock hitting places no one has hit before. He pulled out almost all the way and drove in a bit faster, but just as deep. My body fought it this time and I flinched. "If that hurt faggot you're going to need more poppers." I took a double hit and turned my head the other way, facing the towel. His hand left my back and sprayed maximum impact into the towel and shoved it into my mouth. My body immediately relaxed and his cock sank to a new depth. He sped up slowly but soon was pounding into me so fast and hard it was hard to breathe. I could feel my hole loose and open just taking the cock from tip to base. I started to flex my hole milking his huge cock. He moaned. "You're better than I thought you'd be." He said. "Thank you Sir" I answered. He thrust one last time into my ass and grunted, I couldn't feel the cum, but by the sound of it, there was a lot. He pulled all the way out and my ass stayed open. It was no longer sore, but felt empty and gaping. I heard him get dressed and he messed with the camera. I didn't think anything of it. I had no idea who it was that just fucked me, and it kind of turned me on not knowing. It was one of the best cocks I had felt. I wanted more. The next day I got a message from Katie. "Who is 10inchscorpion?" "What? I don't know, why?" I text back. "It seems like someone uploaded a Straightbait video on their channel and tagged you. It's a fucking hot video too." "Oh." I replied. I went to look at the camera and the memory card was missing. Who ever fucked me after Thomas yesterday was 10inchscorpion, and I really wish I saw who it was now. I went online and sure enough, there was a video on the Recently featured section, a huge brown cock in my tattooed ass, the uploader, 10inchscorpion. My phone started vibrating from a phone call, I reached for it. Thomas was calling. "Fuck" I thought.

I decided go to a local adult bookstore to relieve some study stress. Originally was planning to suck some cock and get sucked. I started with an older guy and got his cum quick. It empty after that, so I stepped out before putting more money into the machine. I saw this younger looking Latin dude with curly black hair just walk past me. I didn't know what he was looking for. I stepped back into the booth I was, and I heard him step into the booth next to me after grabbing paper towels which was weird. Without warning after a few moments, he unzipped and stuck it through without me noticing. It a nice uncut cock, dark-skinned about 3-4 inches. I immediately stuck it in my mouth. After sucking it, it grew to nice 7". After sucking for a few minutes, he pulled out and made a circular motion for me. I took it he wanted some ass. I sucked it to get some spit on it and rubbed some spit on my hole. Good thing I emptied earlier! I slowly slid it in. I did it on a whim and without thinking. I only wanted to please this hard dick in front of me like a good sub bottom. I'm shorter so I had to remain tip-toed with my ass pressed against the wall. After 10 minutes of thrusting, he gave an audible, satisfying moan loud enough to make any bottom feel proud and completed. He stayed in me until I slid him out. He put a chair in front of the hole to signify he was done with me, but just enough for me to peek inside. He was watching straight porn, so I knew I collected a straight load. Man that was hot! I haven't done that in years. I hope I meet him again.

My Dominican friend dropped by unexpectedly. He smoked me up until I was "easy like a Sunday morning." We chatted for a while since I hadn't seen him in almost two weeks. All I could think about was his fat cock poking my throat. I got up to take a piss and, when I came back, he was naked. He had on two shirts, some skin tight biking pants sweats and socks. All of it was gone when I sat back down. He talked for a few more minutes. He knew I was distracted by his incredibly muscled body-thick thighs, beautiful round ass, massive arms, the result of him working out and riding his bike all over NYC and The Bronx. Again, he was in a hurry. His phone must've rung 20 times while he was here. He didn't answer once. He said he wanted to just relax and enjoy me. Since he was pressed for time, and I asked him to blow a load in my mouth like he did the last time. ( He loses track of time and fucks for hours when he fucks, and his dick is both long and fat, not tapered. It's a tree trunk top to bottom. And I wasn't up to it tonight. I went hog wild on his tool. I sucked just the head, then throated as much as I could. He said let me know if you need a break. I said not until I taste your nutt on my tongue. Of course, I wasn't tired of sucking his dick. I like when he breeds me, but I love to suck and swallow him. Something about him. And after a rough choking face fuck, he blew a huge load in my mouth. I gulped it down greedily and kept his cock in my mouth while I looked up into his huge brown eyes. We talked more and then he showered. He had to be somewhere at eight, but he left at 11. I'm hoping that next time, he loads both my head and hole.

I am a Paramedic, and have always been turned on by other guys, even though a lot of females flirt with me, especially the hospital nurses. I must be reserved especially when in the fire house with the other guys, which most act they are homophobic. At least the bunk room is split, so the EMS personnel won't disturb the firefighters due to the number of calls we receive in a 24 hour shift. We got a call for a medical transport of an HIV patient to the DC Hospital NIH (National Institute of Health). This was a medical transfer from a regular nursing home, to this specialized facility due the fact the patient, was actually an AIDS patient and apparently not responding to medical therapy and this was going to be a last chance effort to get him stabilized. No one wanted to ride in the patient compartment with the patient, scared the close proximity would be contagious. I took this opportunity to get an education. Of course precautions were in place, both myself and the patient had masks on, and I was gloved up as well. The patient was to have EKG monitored during the trip along with an IV drip. The ride was going to be approximately 1 1/2 hour due to the heavy traffic during a rush hour commute. Once the trip began, my patient, which I will call Ken, was very talkative, and soon I had him comfortable and relaxed. He told me he had developed AIDS about 10 months prior, and was in a long care nursing home for treatment, but knew he was on the terminal list. During our ride, I confided in him that I was gay but not out of the closet, and needed to be discreet. He said he had not had a lover in over a year, but never regretted being gay, and his only release was when he could jack off. I told him that he was a cute guy and I could see how he probably didn't have trouble getting a lover when he was in his prime. He reached out from under his blanket which covered him in the cot, to pat my leg and thank me. I reached out to take and hold his hand when he did this to give him some comfort. He commented about the all the precautionary steps taken to keep him isolated, but it did make him feel like the plague victim. I then removed my glove to hold his hand and removed his gloved hand as well, so we could be skin to skin. I had been reading stories on BreedingZone and they always turned me on. I knew i was negative, but gay, and still horny. He said it gave him a little rush that I removed my gloves to touch him, and he thanked me and said it actually made his cock stir. The Medic Unit was an enclosed compartment, with only an intercom connecting the driver with the patient area, and the windows were treated dark so you no one could see in from the street. WHen he told me he had gotten excited, I lifted the blanket to check him out and to see if he had an erection. Of course when I did this, it excited him even more and he began to get hard. I reached out with my bare hand and took hold of his growing cock. He said it had been such a long time since anyone had touched him. I gave him a compliment of his size and girth as his cock grew. Our talk was just about at whisper level since we didn't want the driver to hear us. I told him it turned me on too to have his cock grow in my hand, which was about 9 inches and the width of a cardboard tube on a paper towel roll. He and I had our eyes locked together as I slowly stroked his cock..and he told me he would not last long if I kept that up. We both had pulled down our masks so we could see each other more clearly. He asked if i was scared I would catch his AIDS, and I told him not to worry, I can make my own decisions. He told me he was extremely turned on by me and my tender care. I guided his hand up my leg so he could touch my cock and see how hard I was . I knew we had at least and hour more of our transport, so I open my pants and let them slide down to my ankles and let him stroke my cock. (I figured it was only fair since I had his hard cock in my hands as well) I figured, when a person is on death row in a prison, they give him a last meal, so here my patient was basically on death row in a hospital setting, and going to his final place to die, so why not give him some final release. My precum was flowing, and he would put his fingers to his mouth and lick it off, telling me how sweet it tasted. When he took the next scoop of my precum in his fingers, and began to raise them to his lips, I stopped his arm and directed his fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. His cock jumped and precum began flowing out of his cock. With his two fingers in my mouth, and our eyes locked to each other, he hooked his fingers behind my teeth and began to pull me closer to his face. WHen he removed his fingers, I kept moving closer and I kissed his lips, and our mouths opened and we frenched kissed for about a 3 minute continuous passionate kiss. When we broke our kis, I remained close to his face as he whispered to me..."Oh fuck !" my hand had not left his hard cock as I stroked it...and I leaned down and put his hard cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He began moaning, and his had reached from my cock to my ass cheeks and began rubbing and touching my hole. I was so turned on by this, I wanted more, much more. He was now very hard and his precum walk flowing like a slow leak of a water pipe. I grabbed his hard that was on my ass, and moved his hand so he could touch his precum that was a steady flow from his cock, then when his fingers were covered, I moved his hand and wet fingers back to my ass which he proceeded to push into my tight ass. Again, he moaned.."Oh fuck" and I looked him in the eyes and told him I am game for it. Since we were in a back up, and traffic was moving in a crawl, I unhooked his seat belts and turned my ass around and backed up to him, and he turned onto his side so his cock was pointing to my ass. As soon as i felt the tip of his cock touch my ass, it was like fireworks. I arched my ass back as I felt his lubed up cock begin to enter my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him as his cock slid up into my ass to his balls. We sat still for a bit, and I moaned for him to fuck me. I squeezed my ass cheek muscles and he said he better pull out, because he was going to cum soon. I told him to put it in me and to poz me up....next thing I felt was his cock twitching in me, and about 12-15 huge squirts of his toxic seed was shooting deep into my ass. We stayed still for a about 4 minutes, with him still inside of me, since our traffic jam ham come to a complete stop, I didn't want the extra movement to raise suspicion with my partner that something was going on. I turned my face to look back at him, and he whispered "thank you". I told him it my pleasure too...then we began to make out again for what seemed to be about along 15 minutes, and until traffic began to move again. When I pulled off of his cock, most of his load remained up in my ass, but a glob did fall onto his leg. I leaned over and sucked it up. I pulled up my pants and readjusted myself...and knelt on the floor to be closer to Ken...and we began to make out again for the trip. Before we arrived at the hospital, I gave him another blow job and he came in my mouth in which I swallowed. When we dropped him off and took him up to his room, I purposely left the clipboard on his night stand as we moved him over to his permanent bed. When my partner returned to out unit, I commented I left the clipboard, and needed to run back up and get it. The nurse was just coming out of his room when I got there, so when I went inside, I went over to his bedside and asked him to meet me in the bathroom. I helped him and guided his IV pole, as we entered the restroom. I moved his robe out of the way as I dropped my pants and asked him to fuck me again. He got rock hard again and with his precum dripping again, and the huge cum load he put up in me already, I was pretty lubed up to take him again. I leaned over the sink as he fucked me deep and hard...the noise of the squishy cum in my ass was a turn on for us both. HE moaned he was going to cum again so i asked where he would want to put it? He moaned back in me again to breed me with his DNA....I moaned back, "Yes, give me it". Ken had passed away a week later after I visited him one more time, he was too weak to go to the restroom, but we made out and I gave him one more blow job and swallowed his cum. Even after that, I still did not convert poz. So, now I am still turned on to play with poz guys any chance I get.

My first visit to Paris, I went to visit my cousin who was living there temporarily. My friend being a girl, we had few moments to actually check out the gay scene etc. On the Sunday I was there, my friend had to work early the next day and she convinced me to just go out by myself and see what Paris night life was like. Super nervous, but very excited I set out on my own. Never having been to Paris (or Europe) I didn’t know the concept/frequency of dark rooms in bar/clubs. I enter this one bar playing top 40s music upstairs, nice mixed crowd and they had a basement area as well. Curious - I went downstairs. Similar music playing but much darker lighting and more intimate dancing. I definitely enjoyed the dark ambiance more than upstairs so I decide to get a drink. I’m standing in line, most likely sticking out like a sore thumb when this taller Latino guy comes up to me and starts talking to me in French. I don’t speak French so I just politely smile and ask English? He doesn’t speak English. Then he asks for Spanish and I used my few Spanish skills to communicate. In the conversation he asks when I arrived and what bars I had visited etc and as soon as he learned that it was my first bar, my first night out alone, For being very basic conversation - the sexual energy was very charged up very quickly. During talking he puts his arms around my waist and casually his hand slides under my waist line and he feels for my underwear. Once he pulls on the strap of the jockstrap I’m wearing I see an even bigger charge in his sexual energy. He immediately grabs my hand, leading me out of the line we were waiting to get a drink and towards a door in the corner of the basement. I’ve noticed a few people strolling in and out of that door but without a sign saying what it was I assumed it was a bathroom. He pulls me into that room and it’s pitch black. A little bit of light streaming in from the bar area but gave very little options to see more than feet shuffling. As far as I could tell the room was empty but didn’t have much time to look around since as soon as we get into the room and starts making out with me very intensely. This is not who I am - hooking up with a stranger, even just making out, is not typical behavior but must’ve been because I was in town a few days with no male exposure or just the situation but I immediately kiss him back with the same amount of energy. He’s touching me all over, pulling up my shirt, hands everywhere, as he grabs my ass and pulls me flush against his body I feel his rock hard Dick pressing against my stomach. Again this had been not even 5-6 minutes of me arriving to the bar but it was so hot I didn’t even think twice. I drop down and take his Dick out and into my mouth in one swift move. I can taste a lot of precum and as soon as my mouth is on him he moans very loud and starts speaking French. I don’t know what he’s saying but the moans in between sentences is pure ecstasy and I lose myself in the moment just pleasing him. After a few minutes, he pulls me up and starts making out with me again super hard. Never had a guy makeout with me immediately after giving him head so it was a turn on that he seemed to want to taste himself in my mouth. Super hot kissing. He pulls my pants down and finally has access to grab my ass fully since I only have a jock on covering only the front. As soon as his fingers touch my hole, he whisper “so warm” and then turns me around, a little roughly, and bends down to start eating my ass. Now when I tell you this guy was a pro, you just have got to imagine the most expert tongue driving me wild. I was pushing back onto his face it felt so good. He stands up and immediately I feel his Dick press against my hole. Thankfully when this started, another guy walked into the back room to cruise a bit and that snapped me out of my horny bubble and I had the foresight to ask him to put on a condom. I hear the frustration in his tone as he says he doesn’t have one and just wants to feel inside me for a few seconds. As much as I wanted it, I told him I had a condom in my pants and got it out. He told me to put it on him myself and then get it wet again, I pull out the cheap free-bar condoms and roll it onto him but it’s super super tight on his rock hard Dick. After it’s on, I start sucking him again to get the cheap condom nice and wet and after a few minutes he stands me back up and starts poking at my hole again. I’m so horny still and his Dick filling me up felt so good. He went slow, knowing his Dick was huge and the only lube being used was spit. After a few minutes of opening me up he bends down again to start licking my ass. Again this guy is an expert and immediately takes me to that super horny point again and I’m pushing back against his face. He gets up, repositions himself and then enters me again and this time he slides right in all the way balls deep and I am in heaven. He grunts very loud and starts fucking me deeply, pulling all the way out and all the at back in. I am moaning very loud. I completely forgot about the other guy who walked in who I thought was just standing in the corner but turns out a 4th guy was there the whole time and they had started to mess around in the next corner. The new guy then asks me to suck him but I don’t feel comfortable but the guy topping me moves in their direction while still in me so I’m being fucked but now facing these two strangers. In the heat of the moment I decide, what the hell, and starts jerking the two guys so I have no hands to keep stable but my top had yet to miss a beat from the deep pounding. One guy asks me if it’s okay to take a photo of my ass getting fucked with no face in the shot and I’m barely paying attention and just say yeah whatever. He takes the pic, a super bright flash in the dark area but after he takes the pic and I’m now more blind then just the darkness. He looks at the pic and then tells my top, “fuck yeah breed that ass raw”. It wasn’t until I heard him say that, that I realized the difference of feeling from when we first started to when he really started fucking me and I reach back and feel his cock and confirm he’s been in me raw for probably a while. I pause to move away and he firmly grasps my arms in place and says something in French in my ear. Again I don’t understand so I ask in Spanish and he says, “you know you like this and it’s too late now”. He’s right, it’s been at least 10 minutes of him fully raw deep in my second hole so the real deviant comes out of my and I start pushing back onto his Dick in a fervor. Finally having the mutual understanding of what’s happening the sexual tension turns up to the highest level it’s been. Completely forgetting about the other guys, we starting slamming into each other and I’m moaning so very loud. Thankful that the bar music was equally loud. He moaning fast and harsh mixed with French words into my ear and biting my neck. I feel that I’m right at the edge of cumming so I start jerking myself and tell him I’m going to cum and he says, “me first” and pushes himself, balls deep in me and I feel the pulsing of his Dick and the shooting of hot thick liquid deep in me. Fully sent over the edge I also cum all over my pants and shoes which I’m still wearing while he’s deep inside me. The top did not stop fucking me even after he came and I could just feel how wet and cummy my ass was. He kisses me one last time before pulling up his pants and walking right out of the backroom. The two guys still in there are telling me how hot it was to watch and ask to top me. This time I stood firmly in my condom stance and they both wore one and I took turns sitting on their laps back and forth while they made out and eventually made both of them cum. Walked out of the bar feeling used but so so satisfied. That was my first time being stealthed.

After 18 months, my company finally decided to bring people back to the office. I had been working from home since lockdown began in mid-March 2020, and for that entire time my work apparel consisted of shorts and a polo in summer, jeans and a polo in winter. So when they announced we were coming back to the office, I took a look in my closet and realized I needed to do some shopping! I hate crowds so rather than going on a Saturday, I waited and hit the mall on Sunday morning just as the stores opened. The mall was nearly deserted, with only a few elderly mall walkers and some store workers opening for the day. I found my go-to men's store and walked in. Like the mall, it was empty. A sole clerk stood behind the counter. He was about my age, about 5'9" with a slender build. For reference, I'm 6'2" and over 300 pounds. "Good morning," I greeted him. He looked up from the shirt he was folding on the counter, and as we locked eyes I felt a spark. There was nothing particularly special about him that I could discern. He was an average looking guy, clean-shaven with wavy brown hair, clearly dressed in clothes from the store. He grinned. "Good morning," he responded. "What can I help you with?" I explained why I was there and he pointed me to the back of the store, where they kept the racks of dress pants and dress shirts. He stayed behind the counter, which I appreciated. I hate clingy salespeople. After about 15 minutes I had amassed a pile of pants and shirts that I wanted to try on. I called the clerk over to unlock a dressing room for me. He reached under the counter and grabbed the key, then started toward me. As soon as he stepped from behind the counter, I saw it: a huge bulge in the front of his pants. My dick instantly began leaking as I mentally pictured the big, thick cock that looked like it was about to burst through the seams. He caught me staring before I could avert my gaze. "You like?" he said, a twinkle in his eye as he walked past me and down the hallway where the dressing rooms were located. Caught off-guard, all I could stammer was "Y-y-yes." Without a word he unlocked the very last dressing room. It had a handicap symbol on it, which meant it was larger than the typical room. "Be right back," he said with a smile, and walked past me toward the front of the store. As he did, he let his hand caress my ass. At the front of the store he pulled out a sign with a picture of a clock and moveable hands. At the top, it read "Back soon!" He adjusted the time on the clock to show 11:45 - half an hour from now - then pulled down the gate and attached the sign to it. Walking back toward me, he grinned. "I'm here by myself, gotta keep anyone from bothering us." Then he walked past me to the open dressing room. Standing just outside the door, he turned to face me and slowly unzipped his pants. He lowered them slowly, teasing me, until his enormous cock sprang free with such force that it made an audible sound as it smacked his stomach. I wasted no time. I dropped the clothes I had been holding and in one fluid motion I was on my knees, my hands grasping that beautiful cock. It was ten inches long at least, and impossibly thick. It took both hands for me to be able to completely encircle its girth. Greedily, I sucked at the tip, then took it in my mouth. My tongue danced around it as I worked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could, but it was a struggle. He sighed with pleasure and placed his hands on the back of my head, urging me to take it deeper. Finally I could go no further. He must have recognized this, because he pulled me to my feet. "Strip," he said, forcefully. I did as I was told, and in seconds stood before him naked. he took his time, running his hands all over my body, into the crack of my ass. He stuck a finger in my mouth and I sucked greedily on it. Then he reached behind me and I felt that same, spit-lubed finger enter my hungry hole. Instantly, I felt the familiar ache. I needed it to be his cock, and now. "I want you to fuck me," I hissed. "Now." He grinned. "Good thing I'm prepared!" He stepped into the open dressing room and from under the bench, he withdrew a bottle of lube and a little brown bottle. He handed the brown bottle to me. "There's something you need to know before we go any further," he said, and lifted his shirt. There, just above his pubic mound and below his belly button was a biohazard tattoo. "I'm poz, and I'm not on meds," he stated flatly. I was taken aback. I heard my breath stop as it caught in my throat. A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel beads of sweat break out on my forehead. But surprisingly, I was not turned off as I had always imagined I would be. I wasn't disgusted or afraid in any way. In fact, I felt a wave of horniness wash over me and my cock began leaking precum incessantly. He was studying my face for my reaction. I suspect I surprised him too as I lifted the brown bottle to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Fuck my ass." It was almost an order. That was all the prompting he needed. He spun me around and guided me into the dressing room. "Get on your knees facing the bench," he said, and I complied. I knelt on the floor with my elbows on the bench, watching in the mirror as he squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand. He slathered my hole, sticking two fingers as deep inside me as they would go, and I heard some drip onto the carpet beneath me. Then another squirt that he rubbed all over his raw, poz cock. I was breathless with anticipation as I realized he would soon be stretching my hole with that beautiful thing. He crouched behind me and I could feel the head of his cock sliding up and down my crack. I got a brief twinge of pleasure each time it caressed my hole. Then gently, he began to enter me. As I took multiple hits from the brown bottle my hole opened hungrily to accept him, stretching to accommodate his girth. I felt him slide into my ass, a single smooth motion until he was balls-deep. I felt the electricity as he hit my prostate. The precum was gushing from my cock, forming a pool beneath me that eventually merged with the drops of lube. I had never been that full, and it felt amazing! He began to work in and out, lengthening his strokes a little at a time until he grabbed my hips and plunged in and out, working my hole to its maximum. With each thrust he almost pulled all the way out before ramming balls-deep again, each time hitting my prostate perfectly. Before long I felt my own cum pulsing out onto the floor. Soon his breathing quickened and I knew he was close. "Where do you want my poz cum?" he asked. "Inside me," I responded. For a moment it felt as though I had left my body and was watching in disbelief as I said those words. "Fucking poz me!" "With pleasure," he grunted. He plunged his cock as deep into me as he could and I felt the telltale pulses as he unleashed his load. I came again as his pulses subsided. Slowly he withdrew and stood. I could see in the mirror that his cock and balls were a mess of cum and lube that had a pinkish hue to it. Had he made me bleed? Of course he had. But I didn't care. I spun around and expertly cleaned every drop off his shaft and balls, savoring the taste as I did. At last it was time to get dressed. He invited me to stay and try on the clothes I had selected, but I was exhausted from our escapade and starting to feel just a little freaked out by what we had done. I finished dressing and headed out of the store. I walked out of the mall and quickly got in my car. I drove straight home to shower and douched as best I could. Part of me was incredulous and scared that I had taken a poz load, but a bigger part of me was more turned on than I had ever been before. I jerked off twice more that afternoon. The next day I decided to go back to the mall. Approaching the store, I could see the same clerk working inside. He looked up and grinned as I entered. "I saved those clothes for you," he said. "You alone?" I asked him. "Yup." "Fuck me again." His eyes widened in surprise but without another word, he grabbed the "Back soon!" sign and headed for the store entrance. I walked back to the dressing room and stripped, anxious to get another fix of his huge cock and poz load.

So a friend of mine was recently going through an old disk drive and found a bunch of text files from the old BS days. He sent me a giant ZIP file that I have been going through, most all the stories are ones so far posted here. But I have found a few stories I don't think have been posted before. Three of them so far seem to be from one guy posting on the old Bug Share site. Theres no username recorded, no idea who this guy was or if these stories are pure fiction or true. but working to clean them up from the raw HTML code they were downloaded in. Posting the first one bellow and hope to post more later. ================================================ So I discovered this website a few days ago, always knew there were a lot of twisted perverts out there, but didn’t know a place like this existed for us poz [banned word]. So it seems like this is the share our stories of seeding breeding and spreading our strains. So I guess a little about me. Been HIV positive for about 6 years, got knocked up back in the summer 1999 going to Folsom. Hadn’t been chasing up until that point, but I met up with some friends that were both full blown and after spending the night with them, we had made sure I would carry their strain after they passed on. Currently live down in Tucson Arizona, which aside from the occasional dirty [banned word] or cowboy, isn’t the best place for finding raw fuckers on a regular basis. Typically once a month I’d go up to phoenix for a weekend and hit up the bath houses and some of the other crusey spots for swapping loads. Theres a number of spots I like to go to as Ive always been turned on by sex outdoors or in open places. One of the best out door places is the ‘Dreamy Draw’ park. Its a bunch of paths that snake into hills in the middle of the city and great for a quick afternoon or evening fuck. Two years ago I took a week off work to go up for an extended fuck fest during November. It was nice and cool out and lots of people were visiting for the holidays. I took the drive up the winding back road into the parking lot and started hiking into the brush. It was about 7 at night and already getting dark as I started hiking. My wandering took me to a place in the bushes and cactus near the edge of the park where there seemed to be a number of shadowy figures all standing in the paloverde trees just watching. The focus of their collective attention was a cute scruffy-looking red-head who was making quite the scene in the middle of the dirt track. Red was dressed only in a jockstrap and he was grinding his bare ass into a tall skinny guy's bulging jeans while making out passionately with a good-looking jock who was stroking Red's bulging pouch. To my amazement, the skinny guy was rocking a classic Crix belly and I instantly guessed his load must be swimming with high viral poison. Guys ricking the ‘wasted’ look weren’t uncommon, but you didn’t often see them out where others would notice. Maybe the other guys couldn’t see in the dark or didn’t care. I knew I didn’t mind. I stepped past a few of the bystanders to have a closer look, but I stopped a few feet from the threesome as it seemed this group session may be exclusive. Red's eyes darted to mine instantly and held them even as he softly moaned into Jock's mouth. Crix Daddy lifted up his shirt over his head to expose a smooth body with a nice round belly you could tell was long ago a well muscled six pack. He deftly flipped open his jeans to expose a long, hard throbbing cock which he proceeded to slide between Red's milky white butt cheeks. He was clearly well endowed as I could see the glistening cockhead appear above Red's tailbone with every teasing stroke against his clearly hungry hole. Red closed his eyes again, but his hand reached out in my general direction - an invitation if ever I needed one! Red's nipples were pert and exposed on his lightly furred, firm chest. I bent down to nibble on them as Red stroked the bulge in my shorts. Red moaned a bit louder as I assaulted his nubs with my tongue and teeth and I felt a pair of hands pull my head harder against those nipples (presumably the Crix Daddy's). I reached down and released Red's cock from the flimsy pouch - he had a fat but stubby member - and pulled out Jock's dick - a solid and throbbing 8 incher. I stroked those hot, hard tools as I nibbled harder on Red's chest and felt Red's hands liberate my own turgid hard-on from my shorts. All of a sudden, Red's dick seemed to pulse in my hand as his hips jerked forward. Red whimpered loudly and I knew then that Crix Daddy had broached that hole. That whimper became a low-hungry moan as the Crix Daddy shoved more and more of his dick into Red's hungry hole. The kiss above my head was becoming louder and sloppier as Jock began to maul Red's gaping mouth. I straightened up for air and noticed that Red's less than discreet antics were drawing all the shadowy figures out from the shadows where they had watched and waited. I spread Red's buttcheeks wider as Crix Daddy gripped Red's hips and continued to relentlessly cram inch after inch into what seemed to be a very tight hole. "Relax" hissed Crix Daddy as he slapped that lily white ass and punctuated that command with a thrust that sent the last few inches deep into that hole. Red just grunted, breaking his kiss with Jock and just resting against the guy to breathe heavily and try to accommodate Crix Daddy's toxic cock, currently deeply embedded in Red's guts. Still no one seemed to care about the guys status which had my own dick dripping in my crusty briefs. I stroked the Jock's dick but he seemed disinterested in me - he stepped back and pushed Red's shoulders down till the Jock's throbbing member could slide deep into Red's gasping, hungry maw. Meanwhile, my cock was being jerked sporadically by Red's left hand and another guy's dick was being jerked with his right hand. I looked over Red's bare back to see an older guy in a beanie, fully dressed except for the hard dick sticking out of his track pants and into Red's right hand. Meanwhile, Crix Daddy seemed to sense Red loosen up as Red was distracted by Jock's dick down his throat - Crix Daddy began to start fucking with long, deep slow strokes to open up Red's hole more. Jock reached over and felt between Red's butt cheeks, that motion driving his dick deep into Red's gagging throat. I could hear Red gasping and pushing in vein against Jock's hips as his airway was cut off - but the Jock didn't care, using his fingers to explore where Red's hole wrapped around. The wasted daddies AIDS’s cock. He pulled back as Red gasped for air and lifted Red's flushed face up. I was so horned up and I could tell Crix Daddy was getting close. I didn’t care who heard now, I remember starting to talk dirty. “Hey kid, you know the dick in your hole is toxic.” I said, noting the instant look of revulsion on the jock. "Yeah" Red moaned. "Bet you want his dirty load deep in your hungry hole eh piggy?" "Unh" Red grunted as Crix Daddy began to slam his ass harder, "Yes - ungh ? sir" Red's admission was bringing in more of the crowd though - more of the strangers flocked closer to watch Red getting bred by an absolute stranger in the middle of the cool desert night. The Jock spat in Red's gaping maw and then shoved his cock back into Red's open, moaning throat. At that point, Red abandoned all attempts to stroke anyone and just held onto Jock's hips as his holes were roughly used and his body felt up by a myriad of hands. Just then we heard some laughter from what seemed far away but we realized was right below us on a near by trail. Sounded like some kids hiking out as soon as they could be herd everyone froze. Pretty quick, the more cautious strangers dissipated into the bushes and sage brush. In seconds, all that was left was Red skewered between the Jock and Crix Daddy, and myself and two other guys on the far side. Of the path by some big barrel cactus. Crix Daddy was the first to move again, his hips started to grind forward as he pushed into Red's ass, starting the dull "thwack" of his bare boney hips slapping against Red's bare ass. Red was trying not to moan, but I could tell his asshole was hotwired to his voice box - which is when the Jock, clearly spooked, hiked up his shorts and disappeared into the bushes as well. I stepped quickly up and gagged Red with my own cock to quiet him down, instantly enjoying the warm wet session of a cocksucker's throat wrapped around my Infected Dick. The two other guys were having their own action now - the beanie-wearing older guy knelt before the other stranger and in the dimming light I could see him bobbing his head near to the spit-roasted Red. Even as our fuck motions resumed, we could hear the kids' voices and laughter (two or three boys it seemed) just beyond the bushes, they were on a path below us and a ways away, so they couldn’t see us directly, but we tried to make sure we weren’t heard. Red suddenly stood, pulling away from the firm grip of his AIDS infested fucker, he turned around, spreading his hole for me as he bent down and engulfed Crix Daddy's cock fresh from his ass. I reached down and felt that hole - warm, tight and inviting - but when I smelled my fingers, clearly that hole did not have cum in it yet! Knowing the Crix Daddy had not yet shot his load, I decided to enjoy Reds ass for a while, guessing the old troll didn’t want to cum too soon. I slid my dick into the hole and just felt my hard inches engulfed by Red's hungry mancunt, which proceeded to milk me even as Red feverishly slurped on Crix Daddy's infected cock. I began to grind and fuck Red who began to moan again as his hole was ravaged by my own anonymous POZ cock. The voices on the near by trail turned sharper and the kids' voices receded as I guessed they were moving on in the night. I could feel Red's hole relax a bit more and Crix Daddy began to face-fuck the little piggy a bit harder as he relaxed too. After awhile I heard a grunt and saw the old guy looking at my face. He gave me a nod and whispered the words ‘getting close’. I knew Crix Daddy wasn’t wanting to waste his infected spunk down the kids mouth and I agreed as I wanted to see the AIDS ravaged fucker pump his death seed deep into Red’s guts. Crix Daddy smirked at me in the dark, tipping his head a little. I slowly pulled out and moved as Crix Daddy deftly turned Red around and then shoved his Death Dick the full length back into Red's puckered hole. Red moaned as Crix Daddy began to fuck in earnest, drilling his cock deeper into that tight, hot and moist cock-sheath. I grabbed Red's head and shoved my own infected dick in to shut him up, feeling his mouth and throat wrap instinctively around me and suck like a babe for milk. Crix Daddy was enjoying himself too, quite clearly, his long strokes becoming visibly shorter and more erratic. Knowing he was close I decided to give the kid one last warning about what was going to happen. “Hey redhead, your fucker is going to fucking shoot in your slut hole" I whispered. "You better be ready to get some seriously infected POZ seed!“ I said, knowing Red was too far out of it to really hear what I said. Red just moaned louder around my cock and pulled his cheeks open. Crix Daddy grabbed onto Red's jock strap like leverage and slammed that hole once, twice three times and then sighed as his deeply embedded death missile unloaded its lethal ordinance of diseased Spooge into Red's grasping hole. I remember him making this gasping wheezing noise as his orgasm seemed to go on and on. I watched jealously as he unloaded, thinking how soon his strain was no doubt going to start working to infect and ending Reds life. I fucked harder too enjoying Red's hungry moans vibrating against my engorged dick and the feel of his scruffy stubble against my balls when I closed off his airway with my dick. Before I shot my own poison load, I watched Crix Daddy’s AIDS Bone slipped out. He laughed as he was slapping his wet, softening hose against Red's milky white cheeks. “Fuck there’s red leaking out all over my seed, this kid is fucking doomed!” He said before walking a bit away and sitting on a dirty towel he laid out to catch his breath. With his orgasm having sapped him of strength, I could see just how sick and wasted he really was. I swore right then to get his dick before going home. As Crix Daddy rested, the two figures beside me took that opportunity to disengage and wander over. The guy who had been receiving a blow-job quickly slid into Red's hole, which Red still held spread open like the piggy whore he was. "Fuck that's a nice hole." the new fucker said with a slight accent as he eased himself into Red. Watching him I couldn’t help but say something. “It is a nice hole, but that wasted fuck over there just dumped a gallon of Radioactive AIDS Spooge up his guts.” I said, not caring about being discrete now. The guy fucking Red just laughed. “No sweat on my end, I’ve been Poz for three years. Doc says I may be close to being full blown myself soon.” He said as he pounded away. “Not going to last long, time to dump my own poison up this kids ass.” He said as he started to fuck even faster. Red moaned some more before sucking feverishly at me. I felt myself getting close but like the AIDS fucker, didn’t want to waste my load in the kids mouth. I pulled out, my dick twitched on the edge of popping off and I caught my breath as I wanted for the Beefy beany guy to dump his seed. He didn’t last too long sand soon I was hearing him grunting and quick “Yeah take that Seed fucker!” Before I saw his body tense up and shudder. He must have shot a good amount, it seemed a while before he pulled out and laughed again. “Fuck I needed that, hope this kid enjoys the BUG.” He said before zipping up and wandering off into the night. I moved quickly around to Reds hole, watched the toxic spunk drip out before pushing it back inside and slamming my cock home. The kid moaned and just leaned back into me. "Want my poison sperm too slut face?“ I hissed as I felt my balls draw up. "Cos here it cums" I said as I felt my balls clench ands my dick exploded. I shot the first few blasts deep in his guts, feeling my spunk mix with the rest inside. After getting most of my load in his hole, I pulled out and let the rest drip over his hole. Somewhere I the middle of this Red must have shot his load. I heard him making these squeaking sounds and the saw his hole twitch. The haze of his fuck lust must have cleared up at that point, I remember him saying something like “I guess I need to see my doctor” before he stumbled off down the path, cum dripping from his hole. It was pretty dark at this point and I decided to lay down in the smelly blanket with Crix Daddy. We chatted and exchanged names out under the desert night, we could hear some other grunts in the bushes but neither of us were interested in any more fucking that night. It turned out he was also visiting phoenix and lived up in Palm Springs. I did finally get the chance to get his AIDS bone inside my hole, though thats a story for another time.

Larry gentle sat Me on the bed and laid him down. He kissed and licked me from my lips, neck, pits and nipples. He spent several minutes licking and sucking my small nipples, but I loved it. No one had ever done that before to me. My cock had never been so hard and was leaking an amazing amount of precum. He came to my cock and started sucking and deep throated me. I never felt like this. Then without warning he stopped and straddled my hips, licked his fingers lubed his ass and began sitting on my hard erect cock. Larry then said, Relax, I want you to feel how much better a mancunt feels compared to pussy. My cock slowly entered him, he went in and back out but each time deeper. My precum was lube enough. In a few minutes I was completely inside him. The feeling was indescribable, it was amazing. Then he started pumping in and out. Oh don’t stop, my cock has never felt so good. It only took a few minutes and I shot volley after volley of cum up Larry’s ass. He then squeezed and milked my cum completely out of me He slowly pulled off of me then much to my amazement he began sucking my cock. Then he said that it says thank you to your top for shooting his cum inside you. It shows appreciation and it tastes great as well And it feels great as well. Then he kissed me and he was right. It did taste great. He laid next to me and he asked how a manpussy felt. I told him it was the best much better than pussy. He told me that when my hardon came back he would prepare me for his pierced cock. It would take a bit but promised me I would love it. I told him I couldn’t wait, my cock was already getting hard. I never rebounded so quickly and wanted him to start. Larry kissed me passionately put my legs over his shoulders and began a gentle licking of my ass. What are you doing? That feels amazing. It’s called rimming, essentially French kissing your mancunt. I pushed my ass into his face and grinded my ass with gusto, it felt soooo good. I guess you like that. Let me get something. Larry went to his suitcase and got a bag and too out lube and a brown bottle. Here, inhale this up each nostril 3 deep breath each. These are poppers they will help your ass relax and take my cock easily. I did what he said. In seconds I was feeling great and super horny. Then I felt Larry’s finger go up my ass and start massaging my prostate. My God that feels great I almost screamed. I started to become very vocal. Push harder!!! A second finger entered and both massaged my G spot. More!! I yelled. 3 more snorts on each side Larry ordered and I eagerly complied. Now 3 fingers then 4. DON’T STOP!!! I almost screamed. Then Larry said you are ready, do you want my cock inside you? Please!!!!! I begged. Hit the poppers again and I snored 3 times each side. He took out his fingers and I felt his cock and PA push on my manhole and the head popped in. What an amazing feeling!! He pushed in a tiny bit then backed off then in again. Deeper each time. Damn it felt good. It took10 minutes but his thick pierced 10 inches was up to his pubes. You OK? Larry asked. Never better. Take another hit of the poppers which I did the he stated sliding that cock in and out. He started to fuck me slowly getting more aggressive. I was in heaven. After 10 minutes or so I felt something indescribable, I didn’t know it I was going to pee or cum or both. It was so intense. I think I’m going to pee I yelled. Larry said to relax and let it cum, don’t fight it. After a few minutes I let it go. Then the most intense orgasm I ever had started. I shot tons of cum, started shaking and spasming. It lasted a few minutes and then Larry shouted he was cumming and I felt my insides filling with something warm and wonderful. Larry fell on top of me. We were both exhausted with unspeakable pleasure. I couldn’t believe how satisfied I was. Several minutes went by and Larry pulled out of me. Remembering what he told me I moved down to his cock and sucked him clean. It tasted sooo good, his cum and my ass juices. I then kissed and shared my bounty with him. Larry then licked up my cum, I couldn’t believe how much cum I shot. He kissed me and pushed a bunch of cum in my mouth and I pushed it bank. We shared it over and over, then I swallowed it. Cum tastes so good. I wanted more. You are beginning to become a real man Larry whispered in my ear. Soon you will be totally coverted and become that real man you were meant to be. I hope so I whispered back.

I'm really happy to report that my libido seems to be coming back. It's been a long road. Several people have emailed me about my prostate cancer experience, and I'm happy to share what happened to me if you have this experience (as many of us will, particularly if it runs in your family as it does mine). If you have questions about your diagnosis, you can DM me. Anyway, I've been checking out Sniffies lately, and it's been hit or miss. Apparently no one wants Daddy to suck their cock (I've been in a cocksucking mood lately)....I messaged a guy on Growlr when I was done with work yesterday and he messaged me back and knew my name. Oh shit. I'm terrible with names, and this can be embarrassing particularly if I've had sex with someone before. He reminded me that we met at burning man in 2004 (holy shit!). Of course I remember him. I was just getting my shit together from having a crystal problem and he helped. We spent a few days on the playa together, got high (not crystal) and had really fun sex. He said one of the best things ever to me (and one of the nicest things you can say to a bear). "I love your hairy belly." 🙂 He was in town for work, and I went to meet him at his hotel. He looks just as sexy as he did 17 years ago. Short, thick, very muscular legs and ass (both of which I love) and beautiful curly hair and infectious smile. We quickly got naked and rolled around on the bed. I asked him if he wanted Daddy to fuck him and he said "FUCK YEAH." We really got into the role play and talked about me breeding him and knocking him up and getting him pregnant (I'm finding the Mpreg thing really horny lately) and fucked and rolled around for about a half hour. It was really really fun, and I finally came in his mouth and we were both out of breath. We cuddled and talked for a long time and it was amazing to reconnect with someone so sexy and so nice.

My boy is going on day 9 of being locked in chastity, I have used his hole every day but right before he gets off from me plowing into him I stop pull out and make him suck me dry. He is starting to drool non stop into his diaper like a good boy should. I can't wait to give him a ruined orgasm before he is let out of his cage at the end of the month.

Yesterday, after a very busy work week, I decided that I wanted to de-stress and unwind at Steamworks Toronto. Steamworks, by the way, was hosting CUMUNION, not that it matters terribly, guys bareback despite CUMUNION. Toronto is a very bb-friendly city for rawsexcations! My first hole to rim and fuck was on a fuck horse in the front gloryhole-slurp ramp area. After my tongue got to rimming him, his hole opened up. He was a younger, tall fellow. I got to fuck him for a bit, the angle of his ass prevented me from continuing. I did sense he liked what I was doing his soft moans. A few cocks sucked later and asses rimmed, I met a guy who remembered me from the FukdTO bb parties at the former Club120. He also fucked a few loads into me at Steamworks Toronto as well. He asked whether I'd been fucked, I said NO. In my room, he warmed up my hole by fucking me for a few mins. He was there with a bttm sexbud for several hours of bb fun! THAT was a great warm-up to my next encounter. Later, I met a younger South Asian/Pacific Islander in the back narrow darkroom. I had just taken out my biggest buttplug and walked from my room across right into the darkroom. I barely made out his body in the darkroom. But he gently pinched my erect nipples which got me hard. He sucked on my cock there too. He felt up my hole which just had the buttplug and asked if he could fuck me. GO AHEAD, please! His cock was long and narrow, around 6-7" of what I was able to feel in me. Just simple in and out, and ballsdeep got him to shoot a big load into me. All of 5 mins, perhaps. The darkroom was getting full. I suggested to him I had a room close by, and we could continue playing there. I found out his bf was out of town and that they had an open relationship. No worries. Once in my room, he caressed and kissed. He went back to sucking my cock and putting a few fingers up my cummy hole. This is my trigger to cum. My cock in his mouth and his fingers in my cummy ass got me to blast a good-sized load straight into his mouth. He asked if he could stay a few minutes and cuddle. And cuddle and kiss we did. I don't need a lot of loads in me to have some bb sex! This time with him did the trick! OINK!

Probably poz but don't remember a fuck flu

Chris, part 2 In the morning, Chris and his roommate went to the gym. Matt slept in. Chris came back and got in bed with Matt. Chris’ hard cock against his ass woke Matt. Matt pushed his ass back. Chris said, “You’re a hot slut.” Chris then pushed his bare cock into Matt again. “Guess we didn’t need condoms huh?” said Chris. Matt said, “I guess not.” Chris fucked Matt for a few minutes on his side. Then Chris got Matt up doggie style and really started fucking him hard. Chris said, “I’m not the first guy to fuck you bare am I?” As he asked the question, Chris jammed his cock against Matt’s prostate. Matt moaned, bit his lip and said, “No. Other guys have fucked me bare too.” Chris said, “I’m going to cum in your ass. Other guys have cum in you right?” Matt pushes his ass back on Chris and said, “Every guy.” Chris fucks Matt harder, groans loudly and says, “Take my cum slut!” Matt and Chris showered. Chris was less romantic with Matt now, but still flirtatious. Matt felt some distance, but decided it was Chris’ natural shy disposition. The third roommate came home in the afternoon. He was indeed chubby and definitely not as attractive as the other two roommates. He was boasting of a sex party he was at last night and saying how many guys he fucked and fucked him. The chubby roommate barely noticed Matt at first. When he did, he came over and stared at him and said, “You’re a sexy twink. I’d’ve fucked you all night.” Chris said, “Hands off. Matt is mine.” Chris’ comment made Matt feel good. Now all three roommates were having breakfast. A phone rang but the boys decided to let the answering machine pick it up. As the answering machine kicks on, it’s one of the guys who the chubby roommate knows from school. Last night's party graduated to his apartment complex, which has a pool and they are going to bbq in the afternoon. Chris, his roommates, and Matt decide that is a fun way to spend Saturday afternoon. As the guys hang out, there is discussion of what to wear, Matt does not have a swimsuit, it’s still cool out why swim, etc. The tall, curly haired sexy roommate is named Todd. He is going to wear a “trash outfit” because he says all these guys are trashy – loose shorts made of old sweatpants, a speedo underneath, and a tight tank top and old running shoes. The chubby roommate is Jared. Jared is wearing a loud patterned shirt and purple shorts and purple shoes (no swimming). Chris is going to wear board style swim trunks, a tank top, and a button up shirt open. Matt doesn’t really have much to wear. Jared and Chris swimsuits do not fit Matt. Todd’s swim trunks barely stay on, but they also make Matt look like he is wearing his older brother’s clothes. It’s funny. Matt eventually decides on running shorts, a tank top, and purple briefs with white trim. The briefs will be fine if Matt decides to swim. Outfits decided, they all go to the store for alcohol and food. At the store, Todd also buys condoms and a travel lube. Chris leans in to Matt and says, “Guess we won’t be buying condoms. Get some lube though.” Matt blushes. Jared notices at check out and says to Matt, “Gave it up bare on the first date huh?” Matt blushes and says, “It just slipped in.” Jared smiles and says, “It happens. Once you take a guy’s load, no need to wrap it after that. Damage is already done right?” Matt agrees. When the guys get to the party, it is at another student apartment complex – nicer than Chris’ complex though. The party is taking place in two ground units next to each other, facing the pool. There are about 25 guests, a couple women, mostly men. The host greets them. The host says that some of Jared’s friends are in another unit upstairs resting from last night’s events. They will be down whenever. The host asks Matt’s name while ogling him. Host says, “You’re going to be popular today. New meat!” The guys laugh. Chris says, “He’s mine.” Matt kisses Chris on the cheek. A few hours later, Chris and Matt are pretty drunk and in the pool. Jared is hanging with his friends. Todd is talking to a pretty rough dude. The guy Todd is talking to has his hands all over Todd’s body. Chris and Matt are watching from the pool. Chris says, “Looks like Todd is going to get fucked.” Matt reaches for Chris’ cock and feels how hard it is. Matt says, “Looks like he isn’t the only one.” Chris says, “You are a hot slut. Let’s go find someplace more private.” Matt and Chris kiss for a minute in the pool, get out and go to one of the apartments. As they enter the one apartment, they see it is too busy. They get more drinks and then Chris goes to ask Jared if the other apartment upstairs is available. Apparently, Chris and Todd had the same idea because now, Jared, Chris, Matt, Todd and Todd’s new friend are making their way upstairs. Jared goes in, checks things out. Comes out and says, the living room is free; but the bedrooms are occupied. Jared then says, “Can I watch?” Chris pushes Jared out but Todd’s new friend says, “Let him stay.” Chris looks at Matt, who is only wearing his purple briefs with white trim, and Matt shrugs. Matt and Chris kiss. Todd and his man kiss. The foreplay is on. Matt’s briefs are the first on the floor. Todd’s speedo is off. Both Todd and Matt are giving their tops head. Chris drops his board shorts. Todd’s friend shorts and boxers hit the floor. The couples are naked now. Chris bends Matt over the edge of the couch and starts eating Matt’s ass. Todd’s friend asks if Todd cleaned out. Todd says yes and then is roughly bent over the couch facing Matt as Todd eats his ass. Matt and Todd make out as the guys eat their asses. Todd’s guy gets up, slaps his cock on Todd’s hole and says, “I gotta fuck this ass.” Todd asks Jared if he will grab the condoms and lube from downstairs. Jared obliges. His cock tenting his shorts. Matt sees how big Jared’s cock must be. Todd sees Matt’s face. Todd says, “Don’t think about it. He is a slut. Every bottom in town has given it up to Jared. Chris will never touch you again.” Chris is eating Matt’s hole so good. Matt is moaning. Jared comes back with two of his friends. He gives Todd the condoms and lube. They stay to watch. Todd’s friend bags up his cock, lubes it up and starts fucking Todd. Todd is grimacing from the pain. Matt kisses him and feels Todd’s body to make him feel good as he adjusts to his top’s cock. Chris grabs some lube from his board shorts, lubes his cock, and goes to enter Matt. One of Jared’s friends says, “Hey, where’s your condom?” Matt feels Chris’s cock pushing on his hole. The same voice says, “Do you want a condom on?” Matt says, “Fucking put it in.” To a chorus of, “Oh shit!” and “Fuck yeah!” Matt says, “That’s how I like it.” Chris says, “Fuck yeah you do. Let me fuck you raw first time we fucked didn’t you Matt?” Matt says, “Yes.” Todd is getting fucked hard now. His top is clearly turned on watching Matt get fucked bareback. Matt is kissing Todd again. Chris is fucking him hard and fast. Loving the fuck, Chris is not going to last too long. Matt can feel Chris is excited. Chris pulls out of Matt. Chris says, “I got way to close to cumming.” Todd asks, “Can I fuck you?” Matt says, “Yes.” Chris says, “With a condom though.” Todd’s new guy is a bit disappointed. He pulls out of Matt and takes off his condoms. One of Jared’s friends is on his knees sucking the guy’s dick. Todd bags his cock and tells Matt to ride it. Matt gets on Todd’s cock and it slides in easily. Matt rides the condom-covered cock in his ass. It feels wrong. Matt is working his ass hard but it just doesn’t feel right. Matt hates it when guys wear condoms to fuck him now. He knows he should use them with guys he doesn’t know, but this just isn’t comfortable. Chris and the guy who was fucking Todd are chatting. Todd’s guy is getting head from one of Jared’s friends, but he is fingering Chris’s ass and whispering in Chris ear. Chris moans from the finger in his ass. Todd’s guy kisses Chris. Matt is watching the hot scene in front of him as he rides Todd’s cock for about 5 minutes before he hears Chris say, “Matt, get on your knees.” Matt gets off Todd’s condom covered cock. Chris says, “Bend over. Ready for more raw cock?” Matt says, “Yeah.” Matt wipes his sweaty forehead and Chris says, “Say it again.” Matt arches his back, sticks out his ass and says, “I want some more raw cock.” Todd’s top steps behind Matt and pushes his long, bare cock into Matt’s ass. Matt looks back and sees Todd’s top is fucking him. He looks at Chris. Chris says, “Fuck you are of hot slut.” Todd rips off his condom, gets in front of Matt and Matt starts giving Todd a blowjob. Matt is stuffed at both ends as 4 guys watch him get fucked. Todd’s guy says, “Feels better raw doesn’t it slut?” Matt moans affirmatively around Todd’s cock. Matt feels the hands on him from Chris, Todd, Todd’s top, and hears guys saying, “oh yeah” “that is so hot” “fuck this little bitch” “slut is taking it raw”. Matt is moaning. Chris says, “what a fuckin slut. First night we chatted online, he was naked. Matt is on display now. Sweating as he is getting fucked at both ends now. Loving getting it at both ends. Chris says, “My turn again.” Todd’s top pulls out of Matt’s ass, tells Todd to bend over the couch, Chris says, “get a condom for Todd’s ass.” Todd is bend over on the couch next to Matt, both their arms leaning on the back of the couch, asses presented to the room, hard cocks on display. Matt hears, “The twink is a hot pig bottom. Look at his ass wink knowing he is getting more raw cock.” Chris says, "Ready for more raw cock Matt?” as he slides his raw cock back in Matt’s hole. Matt looks at Todd as his top’s cock is covered in a condom again. Matt wonders how that condom covered cock can feel good in Todd’s ass. One of the guys says, “Safety first. Safe fucking dick in your ass.” Todd’s face is red as the top pushes inside him. Todd kisses Matt. Matt can feel Todd is struggling to take the long cock in him. Matt whispers to Todd, “Do you want to take it raw? It felt good in me raw. No struggle.” Todd doesn’t answer Matt. He kisses Matt. A few minutes later, Matt is now sucking another guys’ cock and getting fucked raw by Chris when he hears Todd say, “I want to take it raw.” Todd’s top says, “You what?” Todd says, “I want to fucking take it raw.” Todd’s top says, “Are you sure?” Todd says, “Yeah, I want to fucking take raw cock.” Todd’s top high fives Chris, pulls out his cock. Todd says, “Get that condom off.” “Alright” says Todd’s top as he pushes back in. “Feel that raw cock in you Todd?” asks Chris. Todd says, “Yeah. Feels good.” Todd’s top says, “Feels so much better right?” Todd says, “Fuck yeah. Feels so good.” There is a lot of moaning and the tops are kissing now. Chris says, “Fuck this is so hot. I’m going to cum in this slut.” Matt says, “Do it. Cum inside me.” Todd's top says, “Look at Matt take that load Todd.” Chris groans loudly as he grabs Matt’s hips and cums deep in Matt’s ass. Matt is moaning, “Yeah, give it to me.” Chris pulls out of Matt and sits on the couch next to him. Chris and Matt kiss. The guy Matt was sucking comes behind Matt and says, “Tell me what you want.” Matt says, “Fuck me raw and cum in my ass.” The new top, one of Jared’s friends, slides in Matt’s wet ass. He fucks Matt for a few minutes. Matt is making out with Chris as he is getting fucked bare by a guy he doesn’t even know. Matt is rock hard. Matt hears Todd’s top say, “I’m going to cum bitch. Do you want my load?” Todd says yes. Matt turns his head to watch Todd take his first raw load. As Todd’s top cums inside him, the guy fucking Matt says, “I can’t hold back.” Matt feels the top cum inside him. The guy pulls out. Matt and Todd and Todd’s top all collapse on the couch. They are a sweaty mess. Everyone is really turned on. Jared’s other friend sucks Todd off. Chris has Matt sit in his lap and ride another load out of him. Chris cums in Matt’s ass again. Todd has taken his first load. Matt has three loads in his ass from 2 different guys. Everyone finds their swim trunks and heads out. They get in the pool to cool off. After 30 minutes or so, Todd and his top leave the party. Chris and Matt leave too; exhausted. Jared rides with them. Back at the apartment, Matt and Chris collapse together in Chris’s bed.

I’m exactly the same, his stories were the reason I joined the site and I’ve even gutted they were taken down “he told me he loved me but he lied” was a favourite. @Scorpion has a knack for describing the mental breaking of a man that’s just so hot. I hope to find his other stories myself

Because nobody’s mind is in the gutter around here

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Not exactly JFF/OF but In the age of (generic non-branded) video conferencing platforms anyone can put themselves out there to be watched or filmed. I love it, and get a real kick knowing guys are watching me getting fucked and bred. It isn’t for everyone and Ive found some tops are up for it, only to get stage fright when the cam is on. When it works it’s horny as fuck. I love reading the messages that come in through the chat box…usually telling me what a filthy whore I am .

Yesterday, I posted an ad on Doublelist that I was looking to suck and rim some str8 guys. When the ad first came online, I quickly got several replies. But they all seemed to flake out. By the afternoon, I'd given up and went to my hair cut appointment. After my cut, I checked my phone. There was a message with a great looking picture of his half hard cock. He said he was a trucker. Spending the day in Las Vegas. And he could sure use a blowjob. I told him I was interested and asked which truck stop he was located? Luckily, he was at the one that's closest to me. I told him that I could be there in 20 mins. He told me where to park. And told me to text him when I had parked. He'd then tell me how to find his truck. I did as he said. He described his truck, which thankfully was close and easy to find. I climbed up into his cab. I found him naked on the bed of his sleeper. His legs spread. And his big, thick, though soft hunk of meat was hanging between his thighs. I locked his door, came into the sleeper and pulled the drapes behind me. I kicked off my shoes, took off my shirt and knelt between his legs. Taking his thick meat into my mouth. He quickly began to harden as I sucked on his cock. Once he was partially hard, I licked and sucked his balls as I stroked his cock, which continued to harden. Then I licked up his shaft and then swallowed him as far back in my throat as I could swallow him. I worshiped, sucked and licked his cock, balls and asshole for about 15 minutes before he finally pushed my head all the way down onto his cock, making me choke on it as his cock throbbed in the back of my throat, emptying his nuts down the back of my throat. Like any good cocksucker, I thoroughly cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. I dressed and left his truck without him saying a word. It's been several years since I've serviced a trucker. It's always a real pleasure to get those road warriors off on their rest breaks.

Got home from being at the nude beach all day and getting various grindr messages. One pops up and a nice cock pic and from his other photos he looked to be very athletic and said he was 24. Really not a lot of chatting, he ask for location and I provided it. He wants me ass up head down with the door unlocked, but I have a new sex sling I wanted to break in. Guy did even know what I was referring to as he had never heard of it apparently but was ok with me being in it. He finally arrives and I climb in the sling. Cute guy, matches his pictures, turns out he is deaf. I don't know sign language so I just don't say much and lay back and let him have my hole. His dick was nice and long and was pounding the back of my ass wanting to go deeper, it was heaven. He then says he's going to cum and because I hadn't prepared to communicate with someone who was deaf so I did what must have made me look so dumb, I gave him thumbs up with both hands...He cums and I go to be a good bottom and clean his dick with my mouth and he tells be he's got one more load for me, back in the sling I go. He has trouble get hard again but I help him get his cock back inside me. As he is fucking me he pulls the jockstrap I'm wearing to the side to see my cock. I start jerking off as I watch myself in the mirror attached to the sling and so I'm blasting my own load all over myself which gets a great reaction from my top who blast his second load in my gut. It was a little awkward after since I was having to text him through grindr to tell him that he was a good fuck. Apparently I was too as he wanted to have my ass again the following day. I've got a new friend that I don't even know anything about haha.

For the past couple of days I was down the shore by myself which is unusual. So I thought I would plan some hot times so I went on all the apps. First guy i contacted was about a mile away. He was 24 and I'm 66 but it didn't matter to him. So he also asked before he came could he bring a friend and I said sure. So in walks these two very hot 24-year-olds. We stripped down and I suck both of them and one of them had to take a piss so I swallow that. Then they started fucking me raw, taking turns. They fuck me for a long time but they didn't come in me unfortunately. But they both shot their loads all over my face and in my mouth and it was very hot. So then I went online and saw a friend of mine who I have partied with and he went off all his meds for a few months so he is toxic. So we got high and ate ass and fucked each other raw. He came in me and was very verbal about me getting his toxic load. As I was leaving his place I got on the apps again. Next i'm going to a guy in one of the hotels. He was black and had a huge cock which I sucked and then he fucked me raw. At one point I sat on his cock and then the rest of the time we were in missionary position and he told me that he came both times in me. So when I left his place I got on the apps again until I found a guy i had talked to earlier he could not host and I was up in this other area so he suggested outside. So we met and he took me around to the back where there were some dumpsters and I sucked him then he laid me over the dumpster and fucked me raw and came deep in me and he nearly screamed when he came. Luckily no one was outside there after all was about 4:00 in the morning. So then I finally went home and the next day I had a guy come over who fucked me raw and fisted me and I did the same to him. So then I had to pack up and drive back to my regular house but on the way I stopped at an adult bookstore where they have a theater and I got naked and just laid there a few guys touched me but only one fucked me raw. Overall not a bad 24 hours.

I was dressed in short shorts and a tight t-shirt and a group of us went up the street towards the club, cafes and shops. No one batted an eyelash because it's a large gay community. We went into a shopping complex and there was a tattoo shop I had never thought about entering before. We were greeted with more enthusiasm than I expected. "No. Way." a man a table said, the other two people turned around. "Is it really you?" "Yes, it's really him," Katie answered before I could think of a response, "Straightbait, you mean right?" "Oh my God, YES!" a second man said standing up to come introduce himself. "What is going on, these videos are that big?" I asked. "We've played your videos in here before!" The 3rd guy said pointing to the big screen TV above the waiting area. Which I was so thrown off by their greeting I had not realized was playing another video of a guy getting fucked from behind in some sort of club, written on his ass in sharpie is 'no cock refused'. "So what brings you in" The first guy spoke up again. "This slut needs some tattoos to show what he is and what he will be." Katie said. "What do you have in mind?" the artist said. "I-I've got an idea." I chimed in. "Oh really? let's hear them!" Katie sat down ready to hear it. "W-well I was thinking because my name is straight bait, a rope going around my waist, with it falling down to my ass cheek, a 2 sided fishing hook, on one side, a "straight" symbol, and the other can be a biohazard symbol when I'm officially poz." "Wow, that's great! thats hot too. On one condition." the artist said. "What's that?" Katie and I answered almost in unison. "You hold a Poz party here, we'll add the biohazard tattoo, and you'll be available for who ever wants to fuck you to fuck you." My cock twitched and my ass started to feel empty. "That sounds pretty hot." I said. "It'll be a good promotion for this place, it'd be cool to be THE place for LGBTQ to get their tattoos." "He's going to need a Jack of Spades tattoo as well." Katie broke in. "Oh really?!" the artist nudged me and winked. "What does that-" I started. "It means you're a bottom for black men" Katie said. "But I've only had 1 or 2," I said. "Hahaha - No baby you've had a few more than that," the second guy said. "A few more than that in a night" the third guy said. "Ok fine, but I honestly don't care who fucks me, I just enjoy the feeling of being used and for their pleasure." I added. "Ok, we'll add some more tattoos that show you're an easy bottom" We agreed that I would throw my Newly Pozzed party after the fuck flu was over, at the Tattoo parlor for a big discount in this job, and future jobs. The tattooing commenced. We were there for hours, and they decided to play my videos in the waiting area again. I was straining in my cage, and they were loving it. A few times when the artist stopped my balls or asshole was messed with by the 2 other guys or Katie. It felt good to have so many hands exploring me. When he was finally done I was wrapped in medical tape and cling wrap. And send on my way with Katie. Katie had other ideas though. We went out to a few clubs, I was recognized everywhere we went. Guys offering to take me to the bathroom for fun, even bouncers were in on it. It was a full night of groping, making out, fingering and eating ass. I lost count of the assholes I tongued and the tongues that tried searching for Thomas's cum in my asshole. A few guys even asked if they could knee me in the nuts like in the videos. I had never thought I'd be famous, I was equally in shock and turned on. We got home late, and I passed out in bed. I had no idea what was in store for me with Katie going up to San Jose and me, now having to put in notice at my apartment and moving in here. It turned out to be a lot different than I had expected.

PART 2 “I always wanted to know the size of your dick, I figured at least eight inches,” I said as I ran my hand over my uncle's pants. “Try ten,” he replied. I widened my eyes and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, hard as iron. That cock was drooling and very wet with pre cum. “Suck that cock,” my uncle ordered. I knelt on the floor in front of him and licked his glans. Uncle Drew tasted good in my mouth. As I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, he took off the white t-shirt he wore. So I could see his hairy belly and his tattoos. He had a scorpion on the left side and a biohazard symbol on the right side. “I always liked your tattoos, uncle,” I said. “Talk less and suck more,” he said. His cock was really big and I couldn't even get half of it in my mouth. Uncle Drew had his eyes closed and his muscular arms were behind his head. “I think you are becoming my favorite nephew,” he said. I continued sucking until my mouth ached, but he didn't cum. Every now and then Uncle Drew would slap me hard across the face, but I kind of liked it. He wanted to make me understand that he was the real man there, while I was just a little bitch ready to serve. “I want to fuck you in your bed,” he said. My uncle got up and went to my room. I ran after him, desperate to please this man who had been a part of my dreams since I was a child. “Take off your clothes and get in bed on all fours,” he ordered. I was nervous, but I took off my shirt and the shorts I was wearing. I had a jockstrap underneath because I had been exercising earlier. When he saw that, he told me not to take the jock off, because he liked it. I climbed into bed wearing only socks and the white jockstrap. I thought he was going to start fucking me, but then I felt something hot and wet on my ass. Uncle Drew was sticking his tongue inside me and it felt really good. I started moaning as he tongue-fucked me, that was the best thing I had ever felt. “You're tight,” he said. I only managed to moan in response. “I'll leave a gap in you when I'm done,” he decreed. Uncle Drew then put a finger inside me and it felt really good. Then I felt a second finger enter me and it started to hurt a little because he scratched me with his nails, but I took it in silence. The man positioned himself behind me and started rubbing the head of his cock in my hole. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked. "Yes, uncle, fuck me, please." "There's no going back." "I know, I want you to fuck me hard." “You're really going to regret what you're doing,” Uncle Drew warned me. Then he started to force the head of his cock into my hole. That was really big, but then it came in with a pop noise. And that was when I fainted from the pain I felt.

It was my parents' wedding anniversary and they decided to travel for a second honeymoon. They didn't want to leave me home alone, so they asked Uncle Drew to stay with me. He was my father's younger brother, but he was at least forty. Uncle Drew was bald, furry and tattooed. His body was robust and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I knew he was gay, but I never had the courage to tell him that I was gay too, because he never really liked me. The day my parents left, he arrived at my house and he was in a foul mood. I knew he didn't want to be there, so I stayed out of his way. When night came, he prepared dinner and asked me to eat with him. “What were you doing in that room all day?” he asked. “I was playing video games, uncle,” I said. "Enough games for today, I cooked, so you'll clean up when we're done eating." “Ok". Uncle Drew got a beer from the fridge and started drinking. I took the empty dishes to the sink and started washing everything while he drank. I was wearing baggy shorts and I noticed that he glanced at my ass every now and then. “Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked. “No, uncle, I'm gay just like you”, I finally confessed. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No sir" He continued drinking and I finished washing the dishes. When I was about to go back to my room, he motioned for me to sit in front of him. The man was a little drunk and I realized that this wasn't his first beer. “Do your parents know you're gay?” he asked. “No, sir,” I said. "And have you had sex with a lot of boys?" "No, uncle, I'm still a virgin" Uncle Drew looked at me like he didn't believe me. But I was really telling the truth, I was still at school and I hadn't had sex with any boys. Once the PE teacher jacked with his finger in my ass, but he hadn't penetrated me. I didn't tell this to my uncle. “When I was your age, I had sex with a lot of guys,” he said. "I'm very shy" “Have you ever been attracted to anyone?” he asked. “I had a massive crush on you when I was younger”, I confessed and felt my cheeks turning red. The man looked at me as if considering what I had said, but then he shook his head and took another sip of his beer. I was disappointed, because I still wanted to lose my virginity with my own uncle. “We're never going to have sex,” he said. "Why not? I'm gay, so are you. I can see you have a hard-on." "Jeremiah, you are my nephew" “So what?” I asked. "My dad doesn't need to know." I put a hand on my uncle's knee and he pushed it away. I could see in the man's eyes that he wanted to fuck me, but he was confused. “You don't know what you're asking for”, he said. “Uncle, please, I want this”, I almost begged. I put my hand back on his knee and he took my hand in his. Instead of pulling away again, Uncle Drew brought my hand to his cock, which was hard under his jeans. Then he said: "You will bitterly regret this, boy".

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

I'm a condom Nazi,married,kids, and all that jazz.Went 2 nights in a row to Akron Baths,wore some lingerie, shaved you know. First night, typical. Sucked and rode some cock. Guys begged me to let them cum in my ass, said I was special, let the guys blow into my mouth instead, I'm not monster. Next night, drank too much and had a scare of a guy cumming in my ass. Condom slipped off, yeah right, but wasn't the first time it had happened but felt the risk was low. . Took some more dick afterwards. Locked the door to rest but woke up with someone opening the door with keys after sleeping a bit, probably the guy at the desk. I fucked myself a few times with a dildo in my sexy fishnet pantyhose and didn't think much of it. Later I awoke and smelled my fingers after putting up my ass as I though it was strange someone would open the door after taking a nap, more cum was flowing out of my ass. I was concerned, walked outside to have a smoke and saw the chalkboard which said, "Nice clean bottom on Prep, rm 104". and I was scared. I couldn't remember but knew I had been fucked bb by someone while passed out. It was hot, but wish I could remember who and the dick or dicks that blew loads in me bb. Had to get on Pep after that. In any case, I want to be BB, loads flowing out like churned butter but remember that some of us have other shit to do and can't give in to our instincts.

"Look," Bryan explained, "I just want to be very clear. I'll only suck you, and your friend can fuck me. I've heard stories of HIV poz people trying to trick guys. So, don't try anything." Devon and Sam nodded. Devon was to only get sucked while Sam was to do the fucking. "No problem," Sam agreed. "This will minimize the chance of you getting anything." Devon pulled down his gym shorts, and the three of them quickly moved past the awkward conversation they just had. "Damn, that's big!" Bryan thought to himself, "too bad he's HIV positive. I'd love to take that dick some day." Bryan wasn't going to be persuaded, though, he decided. As if sensing Bryan's interest, Devon quickly placed his big cock against Bryan's lips. Bryan started sucking almost instinctively while Sam took off all of his clothes. Before long, Bryan was rock hard and continued to suck, but Devon's admission that he was HIV positive wasn't too far from his mind. Sam moved in behind Bryan, pulled down his swimsuit, and began licking Bryan's hole. Bryan nearly gasped at the incredible pleasure he had forgotten. He spent the four previous years in a relationship and his previous bf didn't like to rim. After a few moments of being eaten, and Bryan moaning while enjoying a huge mouthful of cock, Sam inserted his cock into Bryan's ass. "Mmmmm" Bryan moaned. He continued to suck on Devon's big cock, choking occasionally, as Sam begin increasing the pace in which he slid his less cock. Less thick than Devon's, but somewhat longer, it pleasured Bryan incredibly. "Can I just rub your ass with my cock? I know you want to feel it." Devon offered. Bryan thought for a moment. Despite being incredibly turned on, he replied "No man . I can't risk." "It's okay," Devon answered. "I understand. Sam can give you what you need then." Bryan went back to sucking, put in the thick head of Devon's cock back into his mouth, while Sam picked up his pace. "Fuck yeah!" Bryan said as he took a break from Devon's cock. "Fuck .. fuck." Sam continued to drill Bryan while a load was quickly building in each of them. "You like this cock don't ya?" "Mmm hmm" Bryan mumbled as he tried to suck the big cock and enjoy the long cock owning his ass. Bryan was starting to lose control. The sensations were overwhelming him. He wanted to ask for Devon to fuck him now, but resisted the desire. "I bet you want Devon's big cock in you," Sam suggested. Bryan didn't reply. He tried to ignore the thought and continued to suck hard, moan and take the occasional gasp when Sam drove it all the way in. "Don't worry. You can say it. He won't fuck you. But tell him how much you want his big poz cock in your hole right now." It was as if Bryan was now under a spell. The fresh smell of new cock in his mouth. The huge head choking him from time to time; the long cock invading his ass. He managed to mutter "Fuck yeah. I wish I had his big poz cock in me." Sam alternated between slow deliberate strokes, and quick jabs to make sure Bryan didn't forget the intense fuck he was getting. "What do you want? Sam again asked. "I want that big cock," Bryan panted. "What cock?!" Sam pressed. "I want that poz cock!" Bryan exclaimed. Devon was so turned on by the exchange, he instantly blew his load all over Bryan's face, painting him with jizz. "Good! Because you're getting MY poz cock!" Sam announced as he grabbed Bryan's waist tight and jack hammered his hole. Bryan was both extremely aroused and confused, but instinct took over and he couldn't pull away from Sam as he felt Sam's dick quickly tightening in his hole. Only seconds later, Bryan felt his cock leaking as cum involuntarily jetted out. As if choreographed, Sam unloaded at the same moment and continue to fuck his cum into Bryan as Bryan slowly came to his senses. Bryan collapsed onto the mattress, his head spinning. The best fuck of his life somehow just happened, but he was bewildered. "Wait, why did you say MY poz cock just then?" Devon and Sam were nearly dressed when Sam answered "Oh, I'm actually poz. Devon is clean. You just got stealthed, bitch." Bryan was stunned and didn't know what to say. Before he had a chance to say anything, Devon and Sam were out the door, while Bryan's hole leaked the poz load he was just given.

They ban “steathing ” but change “unknowingly transmitting” hiv to someone else a misdemeanor. CA had some ass backwards laws. I believe it’s something that needed to be known of, and people intentionally breaking condoms/removing condoms w/o consent need to know there are repercussions.

It would be triple XXX rated. Hot stuff

Me being fucked

Only if the top was very verbal and kept talking dirty

Fisted a boy a while back and gave him my third load with my balls inside him as I fucked his loose cummy hole. Sensation was amazing.

HENRY’S SENTENCE – PART 3 'Weren't you scared you'd be arrested?' says Adam, the journalist, add he lays his phone on the table and presses record, glancing around the visitation room as if saying, are you an idiot? I shrug, fidgeting on the chair, my trousers wet from the guards' morning loads leaking from my hole and through my ripped pants. 'What happened after?' says Adam. 'The next morning,' I start, 'I woke, a little shaken, I'll admit. Remembering what had happened to those who had been caught... What might happen afterwards... I have some insight into that now, but I didn't then. And then the memory of being tricked... The toothless, misty-eyed old man using my hole... But something inside me was excited. I felt emboldened...' Breakfast was brief and mum and dad were distracted. Too distracted to notice the silvery tip of Ayo's cock hanging just before the line of his shorts, which clung to his thighs and arse like a wet t-shirt. For my benefit, I was sure of it. 'With me today?' he asks, but I shake my head, finishing my orange juice. 'Thought I'd take a wander into town...' He nods. 'Be careful. Behave.' He all but winks. I leave, toast in hand and stand with a few others at a nearby bus stop. The bus is rusted and crowded, but I'm swift enough to find a seat, albeit cramped. We ride for ten minutes or so, the bare knee of the man next to me firmly against my own. He grins at me but says nothing and with the vibrations of the bus and his warm flesh against my own, I feel my dick harden. We stop intermittently until one stop causes a stir. I'm sat near the back but there's shouting at the front. Everyone leans into the window, pressing into me. Several men are being dragged from the bus by police. They're thrown into the back of an unmarked van, the doors slammed as the bus slowly drives on. But standing at the side of the road is a familiar face - the policeman from yesterday with the gold teeth. He stands smoking as the other policeman rush around him and hold a car door open for him, and as he leans to get in, our eyes meet for a fleeting moment, and I’m sure he sneers. My heart is racing. I'm sweating. 'Not used to the heat?' whispers the man next to me. I apologise and try to move my sweaty knee from his, but instead he slides farther into the seat and smiles at me, pressing himself against me. My breathing normalises and I smile back, my cock beginning to grow again. He glimpses around the packed bus, then without looking, slides his warm, coarse hand onto my knee and up my thigh. The bus jerks and bumps as he slides my fly open and slips his hand in and around my cock, squeezing it gently. Then we all fly forward as the bus comes to a halt and I realise it's my stop. I move to stand up and he lets go of me and winks as I zip myself back up and disembark. As the bus drives on, I stand, my cock still raging in the heat. On my left is a hardware store and on my right, a restaurant and in between the two is a dirt road. I begin my walk. There are wooden houses scattered about, all painted different colours, but I soon see the one I'm after. It's painted blue and stands alone, a good distance from the others. I ready myself and walk up to the door, giving it a swift three knocks. It opens instantly to a man, stood behind a screen, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He looks me up and down but says nothing. 'A friend said I should visit,' I say. 'He says I'll fit in, as it were.' my pulse was throbbing and my cock had shrunken, my balls tiny in retreat. What if I was in the wrong place?! He nods to an iron sign that merely States the price, so I show him my money and he opens the screen. He takes the cash and ushers me in. 'No clothes beyond that point,' he nods to a door. 'You must leave everything here.' For a second, I contemplate everything in my pockets and how I'd get home if anything goes missing, but the thought of what might lie behind that door drives me on. So, I strip down to my bare arse and hand him my pile of belongings. His lips twitch into a smile as he looks me up and down, and in I go. Inside it's dark. Occasional dim fairy lights line the skirting boards. The floor creaks and up ahead, I see shadows and shapes passing by. I draw in a shaky breath and move forward, a hand outstretched to the wall for balance. When I make it 'round the corner, most of the guys are so dark, I can barely make them out, but there are all shapes and sizes. And from many of the shadows and shapes protrude thick, long erections. In one room off the corridor, there's a mattress on the floor. I crawl into it and lay flat on my stomach. Immediately the little light from the hallway is blocked out by men hovering at the door. I hear them enter. Feel their hands run along my legs and arse, they're breaths cool my back. There must be at least three of them, but I see nothing, only inches of darkness between me and the wall. A warm tongue prises my cheeks apart and I feel it slip around my cunt like the two know each other well. I groan and push back. A hand finds its way to my face and a bottle of poppers slides under my nose. I inhale, deeply and lift my hips as the Rimmer's tongue forces its way inside me. The guy with the poppers slides between me and the wall, pushing me onto all fours as he plops his thick flaccid meat into my mouth. I waste no time enveloping it, sucking and licking, sliding down his shaft, taking his balls into my mouth, lifting them to access his arse. I go to town on him just like the rimmer is on me. The third guy's hands find their way to my stiff dick and start massaging. Then the rimmer withdraws his tongue and I feel him move in closer as he parts my legs to make way. His fingers feel my hole, slipping in and out, two at a time, whilst the guy in my mouth has grown hard and is sliding in and out of me, moaning in delight. The third guy moves round to join him and from the sounds of things, the guy in my mouth is sucking guy number three, the two moaning in sync. Then I feel the rimmer’s bellend as it presses into my cunt. Poppers find their way to my nose again and I take another breath and hold it, forcing myself backwards. He’s big. Thick, like a coke can and he works his meat in a circle, pressing it into my hole. I feel myself stretching and it’s on that line between pleasure and pain, round and round, pushing forcefully until there’s an actual pop and his head slips inside, but he pulls out immediately and keeps working my arse in a circular motion to open me up even more. He slides in again, then straight out, round and round, in and out, until suddenly, my mouth full of hard meat, he thrusts his entire length and I feel my insides shift up, but there’s nowhere for me to move and he pulls out again, leaving me hollow. He repeats this, round and round, all the way in and out until suddenly he fills me and starts pounding as hard as he can, pulling all the way out until the tip is just resting on my cunt, then slamming back in balls deep. Number Three kneels down and I feel his stiff cock press into my cheek, so I slip between him and the other guy in my mouth, sliding down both their dark lengths, occasionally trying to get both in my mouth at once, but their bellends are so beautifully thick, there’s no chance. I get the poppers again as the guy fucking me falls into a more comfortable rhythm and as they take hold, it’s ecstasy, every part of me filled and fucked. Then the guy in my arse says something I don’t understand and the other two guys pullout from my mouth. I look up in question, but the guy behind me pulls me on my back, on top of him so I’m laid flat, and slips his meat back up me. The third guy moves between our legs. I can see him now, tall, slim, huge, low-hanging balls, almost entirely black bar the whites of his eyes and the tip of his leaking cock as the lights outside catch it glistening. He presses it to my hole and I gasp, confused. I’m already full, but he continues to press into me. I put one hand on the floor to push myself up and another on his chest to push him away, but the guy beneath me takes my legs and pulls them back and farther apart, gripping my wrists at the same time. I say no. I moan and cry out, but the third guy forces down with his thick shaft until I feel myself start to tear and inch by inch, he slides inside me, his cock wedged between the other guy’s and my cunt walls. Both of them feel bigger and harder than ever as they slide in and out of me in alternate thrusts and the other guy slops his cock back into my mouth, shoving poppers under my nose, so as I’m forced to inhale. He keeps them there for too long. Forces his cock all the way down my throat so I gag and even in the dark, I see spots in front of my eyes, my head lolling back. Then he pulls them away and steps over me so all I can see is him as he rides my mouth. My hole stings and I can hear the sloppy mess of it as two enormous black cocks slide in and out at their will, pulling me further and further apart. I feel like the pain’s never going to end and I have no way of stopping it, then as the poppers peak and start to calm, the pain subsides a little. I just feel so full, I can’t stop pushing back, but that just seems to egg them on as my arse nearly unfolds, I’m pushing so hard I feel like my innards are going to fall out, but they fight back, thrust after thrust. The guy in my mouth is so wet and salty, I can feel he’s nearing his end, then the other two begin to speed up, power-thrusting into me at the same time. I have absolutely no control. All I can do is inhale the musty air, filled with poppers and that intoxicating black sweat. It drips onto me from the guy in my mouth and I’m so hot and high in that moment, I want all of him in me. I’m shuffling back and forth across the guy’s chest beneath me as they push and push as if they just can’t get enough, until the guy beneath me calls out and groans and the other guy on top ploughs his load into me, wheezing and gasping. Then the guy in my mouth explodes and he continues to ride my mouth, messing his cum all over my face and down my throat. Then he climbs off me and I feel the guy on top slop out of my cunt, dripping with so much cum. The guy beneath me is still hard, but the other two pull me off so he can catch his breath. I fall onto my back and put a hand to my hole and it’s gaping, so pungent I can taste the other two loads, metallic and thick and I’m so slick, my entire hand nearly slips inside me. The three men wipe themselves down and move to leave, but one of them hangs back, looks down at me as I lie on my back, panting, holding my hole with my hand, my cock rock solid and leaking down my abdomen. Then he calls something out – shouts it, before leaving. I still for a moment, catching my breath in recovery. Then I hear footsteps and laughing, and I think they’ve forgotten something, except it’s not them. It’s other guys. All dark skinned, all hung by the looks of things, all peering in. They look around the room as if to check the coast is clear, then one by one, they pile in. The first one takes me under my arms and flips me onto my stomach, feeling about my cunt with no grace at all, punching it with his fingers then smelling them. He shouts something back to the others who surround me, then he climbs on top as another guy holds me down. Another emerges from the darkness and holds me by my jaw, forcing a pill into my mouth and holding it shut until I swallow. Then the guy on top slides his cock all the way inside me with no warning and begins to fuck me. A strangeness starts to come over me. I’ve never done chems before. Floaters fill my eyes like static television and I can taste metal, but I barely have time to think as the guy on top fucks my gaping cunt. Soon, my body starts to tingle… I’m torn from my story as the journalist coughs on his cigarette and I give him a minute to catch his breath before I continue. Then I hear the guard approaching and his hands rattle the handle. Adam puts his hand up for five more minutes. I hear the guard grunt, then he must nod, because he leaves. ‘So,’ says Adam. ‘How did you get out of there?’ TO BE CONTINUED… Hey Guys, Hope you enjoy. More parts coming soon. 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Coming Out Wednesday morning I got a call from Marc. He was back in his office and had been catching up on work in addition to getting his dripping dick taken care of. "It comes with the territory, I guess. I just wish it hadn't killed our play time in San Francisco. We were like nuns, just visiting the tourist things and eating. We even had to change underwear a couple times a day since they got really crusty" Marc told me. It had been two weeks since their visit to the bathhouse and I expected that he and his partner would start feeling the effects of all of those potent loads very soon. "Was it just you or did Sebastian also have issues?" I asked innocently. "Both of us got it and the doctor put us on an aggressive treatment. I think Sebastian had a hard time not being a little pig in San Francisco. He begged me a few times to get a quick hookup, but I told him that it would be too risky to pass the STD on" Marc explained. I wondered if that attitude would change after they converted. "Sebastian was feeling a little tired and ached this morning so I don't know if that was a reaction to the medication or just exhaustion from the trip. We did walk a lot while sightseeing" Marc said. We took care of the work issues and the call ended almost two hours later. The rest of the week Gabriel shadowed other waitstaff but also had to fill in just about every other position. Friday, I sent a few messages to Marc early in the day, but never got a response. My own task list was long and I didn't have any time to think about it until I got home and relaxed on the sofa. I didn't see Gabriel until early Saturday morning when he showed up at my place after his Friday night shift and he looked really tired. He stripped, showered and crawled into bed. Pulling him close to me, I kissed the back of his shoulder and before I could go any further he was sleeping. Chuckling, I gave him a hug and then faded out too. He slept in and I had breakfast cooked and waiting for him when he finally got up around ten AM. Just after noon we were back in bed, but this time sleep wasn't on the menu. My balls were full from several days without sex. I should have given Chase another dose on Thursday just to drain the tanks, but I knew I needed to move on. Hopefully Z would remember what I told him after he came down from his high. I was probably rougher with Gabriel than normal, but I needed to work off a week's worth of built up testosterone and he seemed to like me tossing him around. We fucked in almost every position possible and by the time he had to get ready for work, my balls were empty. Sunday I knew he had to get to work by four but I hoped that we could do something other than just fuck in my condo. Apparently I wasn't the only one to think that. Shortly after we woke, he rolled over on his side and was looking at me, smiling. I could tell he was thinking about something but I just waited for him to say it. "Remember when I asked you about your ideal spontaneous bathhouse visit?" he asked, his smile turning into a devious grin. "Yeah?" I replied, not sure where this was heading. "Well..." he started and then paused. "I've never... been with a guy that... fucks around with as many guys as you" he said. I nodded back at him, wondering if this was the point where he said he'd had enough. "Um... did you really mean it when you said you wanted a partner that did the same?" he asked a few moments later. I swallowed hard and replied "Uhh... you asked about my ideal partner and that was part of it, yeah. Why?" He seemed to ignore my question and kept going "Do you like seeing your partner with other guys? Or... do you think we should fuck around separately?" he asked. This was an easy question to answer and I immediately replied "I like sharing a guy with others. Remember the dark room at the baths the last time? I let a couple other guys have fun with you too. I hoped you liked it as much as I did. But... I don't think that a partner should only have sex when I'm around. It's hot knowing he might be hooking up with someone at any time." He chuckled and said "yeah, that was hot. I've never been ok with guys I've been with fooling around with others at the same time. But... you're different. You're so afraid of being in a relationship that its easy for me to accept you fucking other guys. It's just sex to you and the last thing you want is getting attached to them." I nodded, trying to ignore the fact that he considered us partners. "So... speaking of Steam... want to go over there for a few hours and have some fun?" I wasn't sure if he just wanted a change of venue or truly change it up. "Maybe... what's your plan?" I asked. "We could fuck a bit or maybe you want to watch guys fuck me. The sling looked like fun. I was only in one once before at a friend's party in California. This time, though... If I fuck a guy, I get to choose him. OK?" he said, the grin getting more devilish. It was something I didn't really expect. From our discussions he had been a pretty vanilla guy in the past and I thought he just ignored my indiscretions to stay in my orbit. "You know, you're probably going to get a lot of attention once guys see your new tattoo. You might have a few chasers begging you to do em... and some guys making some pretty rude comments too" I told him. "Yeah, I know. I want to see what the reaction is going to be. I wasn't ready when we were at the leather bar and I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your co-workers. Sorry that it came out right before I left that I was poz" he responded. "Don't worry about that. I was just happy you talked about it so... easily. Not much was said about it after you left. They were more interested in the back room" I replied. He smiled back "You need to show it to me sometime. I bet you know your way around a place like that. Maybe get your friends to join us. Omar was really hot. Too bad I can't fuck him" he said and the smile disappeared. "Why? Omar is vers from what I heard. He's Tim's friend, though. I met him when you did" I replied. "Why??? Really? Do you really not care about the other guy's status?" he asked incredulously. "I already told you I don't. I might tell before I fuck them in a place like that since I have a reputation there. Maybe you have the right idea by displaying your status so there's no doubt. Oh... and it doesn't matter with Omar. He's poz" I said. Shocked would be an understatement of his expression. "What? He's so young" Gabriel said. "Tim too. Now you know a couple more poz guys to play with if you want to... uh... serosort" I said. He grinned and I could see he now had Omar back in his sights. I kinda wondered if he wanted to be a cumdump for them or fuck both of them silly. Or both. "So... Are you going to join me over at Steam today? I can only spend a couple hours there before I need to get ready for work" he said, rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom. We walked over to the bathhouse and went in. I didn't get a room this time since it sounded like Gabriel was looking for public play. He got several looks in the locker room when he took his shirt off and even more as we wandered around. While no one said anything directly to him, I heard several approving comments like "fuck that tat's sweet", "that ink makes him even hotter" and "looks fresh, I hope he's still toxic" which made me happy that he wasn't getting grief for displaying his status. My vanity took a big hit, though, since most of the guys were looking at him and ignoring me. When we walked into the upstairs playroom, the sling was empty. A few guys were using the benches but most were just wanking while they checked out the other guys. I heard a couple guys quietly say "oh... fuck yeah" as we walked in and I wasn't totally sure why. We still had our towels around our waist, so they didn't know how hung we were. Maybe they were making assumptions based on our color or because we were a couple really good looking guys or maybe they saw Gabriel's tat in the dim light. I kind of got my answer when Gabriel climbed into the sling. "Fuck", "Crap" and "Damn" were a few of the words so they must have seen the biohazard tat and were hoping he was going to fuck a few of them. I thought "I guess it does pay to advertise" as I raised Gabriel's feet into the straps. I threw both of our towels over the top of the sling frame and just looking at him lay there made my dick hard. I handed him a bottle of poppers and he looked at me, shaking his head. "That shit just gives me a headache" he said and I took them back. Looking back over our fucks, I realized that other than some alcohol or weed, we had never used anything else to assist our fucking. No lube either, other than spit and precum. "An organic fuck" I chuckled to myself as I knelt down and began to rim his ass. I was only down there a minute or two but we seemed to be drawing a crowd. When I stood up there were guys at all four corners of the sling, all with their dicks in their hands. Adding some spit to my hand, I slicked up my shaft and pulled him to me. With my cock at his hole I looked down and grinned before thrusting my hips in. Gabriel grunted but relaxed and let me inside. Tugging on his legs, he started to sway and while I slipped out of his hole on the first few swings, I never had a problem getting back in. Deeper and deeper my cock went each cycle. "Oh yeah", "fuck that cunt" and "loosen him up for the rest of us" were the comments coming from the guys around us. Looking around, the guys were the usual crowd from the bathhouse. Most were probably bottoms hoping to take Gabriel's place and a few of the others were hoping for the chance to fuck him. As we fucked, I was checking out the guys, trying to figure out which were worthy of fucking him. I realized that I had never been concerned about who was the next guy to fuck anyone. I preferred to think that it didn't matter and it was time to look for my next hole. The sounds of the chains and Gabriel's body slapping into me got louder as I began to tug harder on his thighs. The crowd grew a little bit the longer we fucked. Sometimes a guy would stroke too hard, shoot his load and leave, but he was replaced by someone almost immediately. I felt two guys behind me and could sense they were pretty big. I looked back to my left and all I saw was chest and neck. He was a good eight inches taller than me and the guy next to him was just a bit shorter. Next, I glanced over my right shoulder to get a better look and the guy was a little smaller, but not by much. Both were muscular and dark, but unlike a lot of guys their size, they gave me room to work. "Ya like fuckin that poz hole?" Gabriel said, grinning back at me. I watched a couple guys leave, but there were still almost a dozen still around us. The big guys behind me didn't seem to move an inch. I was shocked he would say something like that. After our first fuck, I'd always avoided any poz talk. After a few moments, I suspected that Gabriel was trying to chase away anyone that didn't want to fuck a cum filled poz hole. "Yeah, it's fuckin' sweet" I growled back and started to fuck harder. "Good... cuz I need a recharge" Gabriel growled back, almost like a command. Tugging him back hard, I planted my cock in deep and ground my hips on his ass before shoving him away. My cock came free of his hole with a plop and then I speared back in. Doing it a second time, I felt my body start to quiver. "You want my hot load in there?" I snarled back at Gabriel. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled out and with one more plunge into his ravaged hole I started to shoot. Holding his legs tight, spurts of cum pumped into his ass and my body twitched. "Yeah! Breed his ass", "Flood that poz hole!" and "Knock him up good" were a few of the comments I heard while I drained my balls. There were others but they were just noise as I looked down at Gabriel. He had that big grin on his face that I loved to see. I gave his ass another stroke or two and slowly backed away. Just as the head was about to pull out, I heard a deep voice from behind me ask "Can I fuck him next?" I turned my head and saw the taller muscle guy behind me give me a smile. I glanced back at Gabriel to see if he was ok with it and when I saw the nod I said "Yeah, give him a good ride." In all of the times I had fucked a guy in a sling like that, I couldn't remember hearing a guy ask the previous top permission to fuck the bottom. It was a classy move that I appreciated. Seconds later, we had swapped spots and he was sliding into Gabriel's sloppy hole. "Ahhh, fuck yeah" came out of both of their mouths at the same time. The big guy's cock was about my size, and Gabriel took it easily. He fucked for about ten minutes before he unloaded his cum inside Gabriel. "Thanks. You're a great fuck" the guy told Gabriel before turning his head towards me. "Thanks for sharing him. My bug's got some kick so I hope he really wanted a recharge" he said to me. I nodded and said "mmmhmm, mine too." The guy's friend asked me if it was ok to fuck Gabriel and I said "It's his choice, not mine." The guy smiled and nodded waiting for his friend to pull out. Once Gabriel gave him the nod, he pushed in and let out a loud, deep moan. When his friend started to fuck, the big guy whispered in my ear "Any time you want to drop a load, my ass is yours." He gave me a wink and I grinned back at him, nodding. As the friend started to fuck, I backed away into the shadows, leaving Gabriel to have fun without me playing traffic cop. Wandering around, I found a few guys in rooms needing some dick and I gave them all a quick fuck. The gym bunny that was my age whimpered and whined if I gave him more than half of my dick and the early twenties twink was so wired I felt like he was going to bolt out the door at any second. The last guy, a chubby daddy in his sixties was by far the best fuck. I'm sure the first two attracted a lot more guys but left every top disappointed. The daddy didn't disappoint. He worked his ass around my cock and moaned just enough to let me know that he liked it without going over the top. Having fucked him longer than the twink and gym dude combined, I thrust in and dumped a few shots of cum into his hungry hole. "Ohhh, fuck yeah. Thank you... I needed that" the daddy said. "Thank you. Hope to see you next time" I told the daddy as I left in search of Gabriel. He wasn't in the sling, since it was now occupied by a guy I'd seen there many times before. Several of us had nicknamed him "The Sling Hog." No one was trying to fuck him and I didn't see Gabriel anywhere in the room. Eventually I found him in the sauna fucking a guy kneeling on one of the benches. Quietly, I moved closer and then stopped, chuckling to myself. The guy on his knees was Chase and Gabriel was fucking him hard. I heard him say something and then Chase replying loudly "Yes, sir" a few times. I went over to the other side and sat on the bench, barely being able to see them fuck through the steam. When I heard Gabriel growl out, I knew he'd just added his DNA to Chase's well-bred ass. I watched him walk out the door a minute later and followed him out before Chase could see me. I caught up to him in the hall and we headed downstairs to the locker room showers. "How'd you like Chase's ass?" I asked as we started cleaning off. "Greedy mother, isn't he. He saw me in the hall and asked about the tat and if I was undetectable. When I told him 'no', he just about dragged me into the sauna to fuck him. You fucked him before?" Gabriel asked. "Yeah, he's taken a lot of my seed. Not sure why he's not knocked up yet" I replied, as I turned off the shower. Gabriel turned off the water and then began to dry himself off before we went to the locker room. "Maybe he is. A guy I knew in Cali was poz for about three years before he found out. He left a trail of guys he infected all over the state thinking he was neg" Gabriel said. I laughed and said "That would suck for him, I think he's really looking forward to the flu" as we got to our locker. "Stupid fuck. That was the worst two weeks of my life" Gabriel replied, as he started putting his clothes on.

As a top, I just want to say that often, the slut wants the cum pretty fast, but I still want to fuck every hole in the building. It doesn't matter what the slut looks like, really. It's just about bad momentum. Everytime, there are less top than bottom, so we have to keep our load to be sure to fuck a lot of sluts. And at the end, the lucky one is just because he is the last. Nothing else. At least for me.

Me getting fucked

If this poll is anywhere near accurate, and I have no reason to doubt it, this makes it very difficult for neg guys to poz convert. For the chasers out there or the ones who don't care about status, chances are very slim for a poz encounter that will leave a gift behind that will take root. Roughly 30% of the guys polled are poz, but about half (15%) of them are not on meds. That means roughly 1.5 encounters out of 10 will be the one a lot of us neg guys want to have. Looks like the task is daunting and a bit of a challenge unless more of you poz studs want to get off meds. I know our individual health is important to each of us and to ask others to go off meds is bold. I certainly don't want to offend or ruffle feathers here. It is just a strong desire by me for this to happen, but of course I could have a different opinion if I were poz now and on meds. Sorry if that sounded confusing. Ultimately, I'm trying to say I wish more poz dudes out there were not on meds to help out us other guys who wish to join the brotherhood.

I had gotten home after he pushed me out of bed and told me I better go, and I caught and uber and rested for a couple hours before class. I wondered what was happening tonight. Maybe I should hold off going but the money was great. I had decided to take the night off, but an email came in and it was advertising double pay and you can get paid for up to 8 tonight. I could make a ton of money if I went so, I called the number and set my appointment and I was told to be there at 8 PM. I wondered what would happen tonight, hopefully not those big black cocks again. I showered and cleaned out and made my way to the site and checked in. The room was full of older guy, and I wondered what they were doing. I went in and took my shot, and I was led to a different room and placed in a sling instead of a bench. I was strapped in and blindfolded, and they put headset on my ears, and they were playing music and I could not hear what was going on in the room and then I felt hands all over and me some in my hole. There were a lot more than four guys there and more than the eight I could get paid for. They began fucking me and breeding my ass, some came quickly and other took a long time to breed me, it turned out that 20 older guys breed my ass and then two guys 50 and 55 had me to themselves. They were both hung one 8 and beer can thick and the other 10 and just shy of a beer can. The fucked me trading off for an hour and then they the 8” guy shot his nut in me, followed by the 10”. The first guy left but the second hung around and made out with me and wrote his number on my chest and told me to call him. I headed to the shower and cleaned up and had an uneasy feeling that all the guys who fucked me tonight were old. I resolved myself to that fact but felt better that at least the last two guys had big dicks. Collected my cash and headed home but felt like I needed a young guy, so I text my buddy and he invited me over and like he had done before there were some big dicked straight guys who needed serviced. One was a Latin guy with a thick uncut dick and the other was a red head with a long super hard dick. I started with Red and sucked him and went back and four every two minutes and then the Latin guy lubed up his dick and slide into me the next time I was sucking Red. The guy was thick and hard, and he was stretching my hole and Red used poppers to help me loosen up and that helped but Latin was rough and pounded my ass and groaned when he shot inside me. He pulled out and went to the bathroom and cleaned up and Red put me on the sofa facing away from him and slide inside me fucked me and trilled me deep and twenty minutes later I came even with my dick soft, and he shot inside me moments after. He pulled out and he made me clean him off with my mouth and tongue and he left. I was led to the bedroom and there were large dildos there and my buddy put me in place and lubed up the smallest one and worked it in my ass and after spending four to five minutes on each worked up to this really huge dildo and stretched my hole and then he slide his four fingers in me and twisted them around and eventually worked his fist inside me and I moaned and groaned like a little pig I was becoming. He used my hole for an hour and then jacked off in my gaping hole. He kept me there and I fell asleep with him holding me and awoke to him fucking me and breeding my ass in the morning and he pushed me out and told me I needed to go home just like last time.

I absolutely love a young hairy guy. The haired the better. I love an ass that looks like a jungle. Then again if you are a redhead or blonde some nice light fuzz will do.

I went to class in the morning and tried to focus but I was all keyed up and ready to go back to the study. I caught an uber over and checked in and got my shot. I felt a lot better after that and I was taken to a room strapped in the fuck bench and blindfolded. A guy came in and ate my hole and then I heard the door and the guy eating me moved and brough me poppers. I could tell he was a young guy because he whispered in my ear, you drew the big dicks tonight. There are four who want inside you. You will earn you money tonight. I was flying and the first guy who came in went right for my ass and ate it like no tomorrow. I was moaning and then his thick dick pressed against my hole after he lubed my hole and he started to press in and fuck he was big, and my hole fought it but finally opened for him and he slide into me slowly as I felt every inch until he bottomed out and then he long fucked me pulling all the way out and then sliding back in until the shot his load deep inside me. Good pussy he said, the guy was black I could tell, and he proceeded to fuck me for ten minutes and then shot his load inside me. He puled out and left and the guy feeding me poppers told me he was the smallest of them. The next guy was already lubed and pressing against my hole, and he slide in, and I lost my breath. So big and thick and my helper sprayed impact on a rag and slide it in my mouth and plugged my nose and the guy slide in as I was blacked out for a few second and then he fucked me harder then the first guy for fifteen minutes or so calling me a white slut. Telling me I had a pink pussy made for black dick. Then he shot inside me and told me to take his babies. The third guy came and slapped my ass with his big dick and then lined it up and slide in but deeper than that big white cock. The guy had to be 12 inches or more and he kept drilling hard till my hole opened for him and then he fucked me for 15 minutes and shot his load inside me not saying a word. The last guy was at the very least his length but the thickest of any cock inside me and he fucked me slowly as he opened my hole and let the pain subside between impact and poppers which helped but he was sill do damn big after thirty minutes my hole gave in and he was fucking me and came deep inside me as he said, there is nothing like tight white pussy. My helper unfastened me and left the room, and I made my way to the showers and then to collect my $200.00 and headed home sore and leaking cum. I had made my rent for the month so anything more was a bonus. I still had not cum and really needed to get off. I text my pimp and ask him if the big dicked white guy was free. I did not hear from him for ten minutes and he sent me an address and told me he would be waiting for me. I headed to his place and knocked. He answered the door and handed me a drink, since I was thirsty, I just sucked it down and then he brought me into his bedroom and guided me on the bed. I was feeling dizzy, and the room was spinning, and he fucked me and came inside me and then I heard the door and he said it is about time you got here. My big, dicked guy rolled me on top of him and slides his dick inside me and the guy who had just entered spit on my hole and the big guy’s dick and then lined his up and shoved it inside me and my guy covered my mouth as I screamed into it. Fuck that hurt at first but soon it felt great and ten minutes later they both came inside me. This happened three more times through the night, it really did not seem like the same guy. I never saw any of them they just came inside all over my buddy’s dick and pulled out and cleaned up and left. I woke up to the big dicked guy fucking me and when he came, he whispered in my ear that I was becoming a better bottom.

I had something similar happen to me when I was looking for an apartment. Once I moved in my landlord found me on grinder. One month when I told him that I was going to be late with the rent he looked at me with a smirk and said well there are other ways to make up for your short comings you dirty little faggot whore. He ordered for me to dress up for him, when I came out he was naked stroking his beer can thick 10-11” cock. My mouth dropped and shouted holy fuckkkkk. He smiled and ordered me to worship it with my mouth. He skull fucked me till I had tears running down my face. He then flipped me over, forcefully spreading my legs and buried that monster raw deep inside me. He verbally degraded me, teaching my place as he fucked me deep and hard without remorse not stopping despite my crying, screaming and moaning. After he blew this huge thick load he had me suck his cock clean. As he got dressed he smiled and said you know you loved it, that’s what faggots like you are for, from now on you belong to me. As I laid there a hot mess questioning my morals I replied yassss Daddy, I smiled said thank you and told him you can have it anytime you desire. He laughed and told me that oh I know and I will don’t you worry about that. The next day he marked my body with disgusting slurs and raped my hole again for hours putting numerous loads in me, that following weekend he whored me out at a park n ride then raped me when we got home. I can honestly say that as fucked up as it was, it was very fulfilling and satisfying. The biggest turn on was that his family had no idea about any of it. I loved how he just came in and took it. After a few weeks I could take his monster Daddy cock with ease and just spit. I loved dressing up for him swallowing his cock, his loads and having my hole flooded with his seed, moaning like a whore in heat, telling him to fuck me harder, to rape my cunt, own me, that I’m his property, and how good his cock felt.

Fucking love watersports!!! Especially if im drinking the piss of a toxic top.

It's not unattractive at all. Younger hairy guys are really sexy. Become comfortable with yourself (mind & body) and work it to your advantage. If a guy isn't into you because of your body hair, find another guy who is. You might need to widen your search criteria, but it will be worth it. Guys trying to be something they aren't is a real put-off for me. You might try keeping it trimmed or maybe even "manscaped". BTW, if you decide to shave it, keep it shaved. For me, there's nothing worse than stubble all over a guy's body. I don't mind smooth, prefer hairy but mostly just natural.

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

I'm not going to lie: the first one hurt. Despite the lubing and fingering I had engaged in on the car ride over, the rough, uncompromising entry of a very girthy, pierced dick was painful. The guy wielding this silver-ringed phallus was aggressive and clearly riled up, so I had little choice but to just stay bent over and yelp my way through a hard pounding until, thankfully, he spurted his toxic babies in me after only a few minutes. Thereafter things got a bit easier, as the two guys that followed weren't nearly as well-hung and my anus had relaxed a bit and been lubed some more by the first load. They both lasted longer than the first guy, meaning he was good to go again by the time they were done. Fortunately it was a more comfortable fucking second time around. I stayed over the barrel for quite a while, only occasionally getting a moment to stand up straight and stretch before someone else stepped up to have a go in me. I was aware there were other men in attendance after a while, but I have no idea if any of them were poz as they weren't particularly vocal. I suppose it didn't matter though, as by that point I was on a second consecutive night of taking highly toxic loads so was probably well on my way to conversion anyway. Things shifted up a gear when a large group of men arrived en masse, such that I wondered if they had come on some sort of pozzing coach excursion. Once they were there I was allowed to move from the barrel to the filthy mattress, and was then flipped repeatedly between missionary and doggy-style positions depending on each fucker's preference. As the night wore on and my hole got looser and looser, they moved on to double-fucking me, again in various positions, and often with a lot of poz talk to keep everyone aroused. Interestingly, all focus throughout the night was on my rear end, with only the occasional presentation of a dick to my face for me to lick or suck, and usually only to clean after it had fired off in my backside. I was otherwise free to occasionally smoke when Gus or Steve presented a cigarette to me, and otherwise just stare ahead of me to the water or up through the trees to the starry night sky. Throughout all this I was increasingly in a trance-like state, almost like I was witnessing this happening to someone else. I was obviously feeling all the fucking, the changing of positions and the hard slaps on my buttocks some of the guys chose to land on me, but somehow it didn't feel real and as such I didn't entirely engage. Perhaps some of the guys there would have preferred me to be either begging for their loads or whimpering like I was being raped, but I didn't really utter much at all after my yelping during that first brutal fuck. I don't know, maybe it was a defence mechanism to help me mentally cope with what I was allowing to happen to me. However, in time it all started to take its toll, and I was apparently wincing for the first time as two well-hung guys ploughed into me in tandem. This is when Steve and Gus started to bring things to a close, but not before I had taken their loads in the final double-fucking of the night. They then hauled me up from the mattress and handed me a bottle of water. "You did good, boy" said Gus. "Thanks" I whispered. "You sore?" asked Steve. "Yes" I replied, "but I'm OK." "Good boy" Steve said. "Now let's get your hole cleaned up so you don't mess up the car on the way home." They made me squat near the river before squirting water out of a couple of bottles at my backside, and then handed me some wet wipes and a towel to finish off the job myself. There were still a few of the other men hanging around and it was all a bit bizarre doing this with an audience, but at least they weren't fucking me any more. Once clean, I threw all the wipes and towel in a plastic bag Gus held open for me, and then we set off back through the bushes to the car. I was sore, but it was still a blessed relief to sit down in the back seat once we got there. "Relax boy" said Gus, as Steve started driving us home, "you're going to get a bit of a break for a couple of days now, apart from us two needing your holes." "But tomorrow" continued Steve, looking at me in the rear-view mirror as he drove along the deserted roads, "we'll be taking you out to start your other conversion." "My other conversion?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Gus. "It's one thing to have the virus, which I'm sure you will do soon, but it's another to actually look like a true poz cumdump. Tomorrow we'll get you started down that road too." I started trying to form the questions that were entering my head, but then sighed and turned to look out of the window. "Yes sir" I responded quietly. "Good lad" Gus said, before we then drove the rest of the way in silence. Once back at their house I took and shower and then limped to bed, my arse starting to ache more and more, all while my head was swirling with anxieties, questions and flashbacks. What would they be doing to me tomorrow? What did a true poz cumdump look like? What if I didn't want to have done to me whatever they were planning? Eventually physical and mental exhaustion took me over, and I turned on to my side and closed my eyes. "What will be will be" I whispered to myself, before drifting off to a restful sleep.

In an alleyway at the side of a straight pub in west London. It was full of an after work crowd and I caught the eye of a thirty something lad who was with a group of colleagues and seemed to work for a large city firm of solicitors. We cruised each other and ended up outside in an alleyway. He sucked me for a while and then dropped his pants and turned round. I fucked him bareback, pants down in the alley. I knew we would have to be quick so I fucked him as hard as I could and shot my load right up him. I think he had had quite a lot to drink but he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Probably one of my most public and risky fucks.