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Long time reader, first time writer on here! So here goes nothing 🙂 Yes I am actually trans and I speak for me + my fantasies. Other trans guys may feel differently so please don't assume we're all like this ❤️ Chapter 1 Remy wasn't new to the city, but he was new to having his very own apartment. It was a fairly modest efficiency with no frills or luxuries other than his balcony, but it was closer to downtown which he really liked. It was to become the faggy bachelor pad of his dreams. Although a little on the shy side, Remy loved to show off - on cam, on several fetish websites, hookup apps, you name it. He lived for the attention - loved showing off his boycunt and knowing that men everywhere were getting their rocks off watching him. Sometimes the men would try to meet him to get a taste of that cunt for themselves, but all too often, he would say no. He was more about the attention and particularly picky about just who he would allow to fuck him. That said, stoned popperbating had a way of melting down any reservations he had to the point that he found himself jacking off on his balcony. Being on the 3rd floor, he figured it was just high enough that no one would actually see him, but it would be thrilling to expose himself in such a way nonetheless. And thus began his new nightly habit of going out on his balcony to smoke n stroke. At first he would look at porn on his phone and had a chair in front of him as sort of a small privacy screen. As time went on, he brought out his laptop as a better source of porn, connected his webcam to continue his love of showing off, huffing the poppers he hid under the fold of his still busty chest as he did so, legs spread wide without the chair in front to shield the view of his dripping wet cunt anymore. He'd moan quietly as people walked their dogs on the sidewalk, wondering if anyone would ever chance looking up at him stroking his cock like the exposed faggot he so desperately wanted to be. The deeper he got into his gooned out bate, the more he would seek out the filthiest, extreme, out there porn and erotica to edge to. Reading stories on breeding zone was one of his favorites as was the hypno porn that he hoped would brainwash him into the cumdump he wished he could be. Remy was having a blast with this relatively safe way to expose himself, but he found himself taking it a little further each time. When the sun came up in the wee hours of the morning, he would usually go back inside or cover up a bit in case someone did see him the light of day. Now he found himself continuing his bate anyway, sun out in its full splendor to shine a light on his drooling, gooned out bate face, legs spread wide, hairy cunt glistening with his wetness, light glinting off the metal of his piercings. I mean, it was still like 6AM, who would really be out there to see him anyway? One day, he got a message on twitter that said, "Hey faggot. I know what you like to do on your balcony. Let me use that cunt." The message came from an account with some various retweets about breeding, raw is the law, DPO, and what appeared to be an intense level of smoking judging from the clouds in the single video the user had posted. It seemed a little weird and Remy chose not to respond. He figured they only knew about his balcony adventures from the stuff he posted online. A few days went by and another message came through from the same person, "Hello again faggot. When are you going to let me use that cunt since you keep showing it off every morning? I thought you wanted to be a cumdump." Remy hesitated, going back and forth as to whether he should reply, block the guy, or once again leave him on read. He typed out a response and deleted it several times before finally settling on asking for pics. Perhaps it would be worthwhile if this guy was his type. "I thought you said you wanted to be a faggot cumdump. Why does it matter then what my cock looks like? You need to learn boy. You will meet me in the park across from your building at 9PM tonight. Don't worry about what I look like. I will find you." It was starting to get creepy so Remy blocked the account. Who the fuck was that and who do they think they are? He laughed and went about his day. That fool thought he could have power of him, but not today! Or so he thought.... At 6PM that night, a message came through from another account, "I know you think you're cute trying to block me, but you can't get rid of me that easily. Here's your fucking pic. Meet me at 9PM tonight." Remy opened the message and his heart started racing instantly. It was a photo of him jacking off on his balcony - only it wasn't a photo that he had taken, it was clearly taken from someone who was looking up at him from the street! How in the hell.... He did lose track sometimes, but couldn't recall seeing someone just staring up at him at any point during any of his bates and he definitely didn't see anyone that appeared to be taking pictures. What was he going to do? Block him again and hope for the best? Although it scared Remy to know that someone has been watching him closely, he also found himself immensely horny. He could not deny his dripping wet cunt or the way his cock twitched at the thought that someone has been watching him expose himself! He messaged the guy back and quickly received a response, "Good boy. Here are your instructions and I expect them to be followed to the letter. You need to wear loose clothing to be slipped off easily, a jock strap, bring your poppers, and sit in this alcove behind these trees. When I approach, you are to look down and DO NOT make eye contact, understood? You'll know it's me when I call out to you." Simple enough, now the excitement began to build as Remy went about getting himself ready for this meeting. He was smoking a bowl and getting ready to leave when another message came through, "By the way, don't even think about standing me up or looking at my face." Another photo was included, it was of him walking down the street dressed in his work clothes. Holy shit... It wasn't on the same block as his job but now he began to worry. Does this person know where he works too!?! He wasn't sure and he didn't want to find out, only 10 minutes left until meeting time. He bustled out the door, super baked, wearing a jock under his loose basketball shorts, sleeveless shirt, and a hat, poppers in his pocket. It didn't take him long to find the alcove and he waited by a tree. "Hey faggot. You know the drill." He was here! He looked down and adjusted his hat too so that he couldn't see the person's face as instructed. His heart was racing, but his cunt was pulsing with heat and hunger too. The man placed a hand on his back and began guiding him deeper into the alcove of trees until he reached a tree stump. "Now bend over, pull those shorts down, and let me see that cunt." He did as instructed and before he could even get comfortable, felt the head of a cock start to tease along his dripping wet slit, dipping down to rub up against the hard nub of his pierced little dicklet. A moan escaped his lips before he even fully registered what was going on. Without even thinking, he pulled the bottle of poppers out of his pocket and took a long deep huff. Mmmm. Fuck! "Good boy" The cock plunged right into his cunt without warning and Remy had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. As the man started to fuck him, he saw a flash and heard the click of a photo being taken. The light remained on and he realized that a video was being taken! The cock felt so fucking good as it plunged deep inside him. He huffed some more poppers when all of a sudden, his hole was empty, begging to be filled back up again, wanting and so very hungry.... "Please fuck me some more!" The man chuckled. "You really are a cock hungry faggot, aren't you? Now say it for the camera." But Remy hesitated even as his cock threatened to override his sensibilities. "Say it right now or I'm going home to leave you like this." Another hit of poppers, his cheeks were flushed red as he stammered out, "I... I am a cock hungry faggot!" The cock plunged back inside him hard and deep! "Good boy, keep huffing faggot" Before too long, the man grabbed his hips and began to pound him harder, grunting as he deposited his load deep inside him, causing Remy to cum hard at the same time. The man pulled his cock out of him and grabbed his hair to turn him around, shoving the cock in his mouth before Remy even had the chance to protest. "Good boy. You're going to learn that it's good to listen to me and very bad not to. You will clean my cock off like this every time I fuck you, and you will make yourself available anytime I ask. I'm going to leave then you're going to wait 5 minutes before you do the same. Remember, no peeking at my face or else." Remy pulled his shorts back up as the load dribbled out of his cunt to soak his jock, waited 5 minutes, then went home. That was fucking hot and not so bad after all, but he was a little worried about the command to make himself available whenever asked. He still wasn't sure if that guy actually knew where he worked or just saw him on his commute.... And he didn't want to find out. Nonetheless, he still found himself so horny thinking about it after he got home that he once again sat out on the balcony, using the man's cum as lube as he stroked himself to another intense orgasm. Fuckkkk. He had no idea who that was or what they looked like. It both scared him and aroused him all at once. (More to cum 😉 Hope this is a good start!)

To start with, I am a Dutchman. This text is therefore written in Dutch and has been translated via google translate ... Part 1 Jason was 19 years old and a good guy, he got good grades in college, had a girlfriend and lots of friends. He had a normal life, until his girlfriend left him because she thought he was too normal and too good. There he was, alone in a big city with no girlfriend and friends who sat at home because they were already at work. After a few weeks he had worked through the grief and decided to do some work on himself. He got himself a subscription in the gym and started working out. After a few months in the gym this began to bear some fruit and you could already see a nice six pack. Of course, he had also met some of the regulars and some friendships began to form. One of them was Mike, a muscular man of 38 years, nicely tanned and very handsome. Mike had a crush on Jason from day one. When Jason first came into the gym Mike thought, I want that young guy in my stable to use. He had a plan to bring him in. After seeing him a few times, he went next to him at the weights and said he was training wrong. Mike wanted to help Jason with his exercises so he wouldn't overwork his muscles. Jason thought this was nice of Mike and they got to talking. Now several months later, Jason and Mike began to develop a friendship. That's what Jason thought anyway, but Mike had a plan and a mission. Mike asked Jason what he had to do that weekend. Jason said not much just hang out with my friends and have a drink. Mike said don't you come to the gym party here. I should come alone and I know people here but it would be more fun if you came too. Jason as good as he was could not say no and said ok why not. The weekend is always the same so a change can't hurt. They agreed that Jason would come to Mike's house and they would come here together. Mike thought to himself, this is the moment. From now on, you're mine. Saturday at 7pm Jason arrived at Mike's house, he lived in a detached house in a cul-de-sac where there were only 2 other houses and they were not occupied. He rang the bell and Mike opened the door. Come in he said and have a drink first the party only starts at 8 pm and we don't want to be the first ones there and the rest of the guys will only be there at 10 pm. Yes is good said Jason, to be the first one there would be a bit weird. Mike took Jason to the living room and sat down on the couch. Do you want something to drink said Mike, yes said Jason but preferably something fresh first. No problem said Mike and went to the kitchen. When he came back with the drinks and gave a cola to Jason. He said it is not an ordinary cola but one that a friend of mine makes, he is trying to start a line of sodas. I hope you like it, if you don't like it just tell me what you don't like about it and I'll let him know so he can update his product. What Jason didn't know was that there was just GHB in his drink and that Mike was trying to cover it up. Mike put on his mega flat screen and they watched a random program on TV. Jason sipped his drink and thought it tasted a little strange but said he liked it, but thought to himself I would never buy it. After about 20 minutes Jason started to get a little warm and he felt a little lighter in his head. Mike saw this and thought the time was right to take his plan a step further. Shall I give you a tour of my house said Mike. Ok is good said Jason. Mike showed Jason the ground floor and then went upstairs. Upstairs they came to a room with a massage table. Hey said Jason, do you give massages. Yes said Mike. Would you like to get one from me, I am very good them. Gladly said Jason. He thought lying down will do me some good. Take off your clothes and lay down on the table. Jason did as he was told and took off his clothes and lay naked on the table with his face through the hole in the table. Mike took some oil and put it on Jason's back and started massaging him. Jason was totally relaxed by the firm hands that were massaging his back. This made the GHB start to do its job even better and Mike noticed this. What do you think about it Mike asked, Jason could hardly utter any more words and moaned something that looked like yes. Perfect Mike thought and he moved his hands towards Jason's beautiful bulging ass. Jason was a little startled but was so relaxed and high on the GHB that he couldn't do anything. Mike kneaded his ass and took some more oil and a shard of Tina. He carefully opened Jason's ass and stuck the shard of Tina in his hole. Jason who was high was shocked by the finger in his ass and said half understanding what are you doing, this is not part of a massage. Mike said sorry but my hands were slipping from the oil. Jason could still place it in his condition and laid back down. He got hot and felt something burning and said this to Mike. Mike said this was probably from the oil and it would pass. Jason started to get even hotter than he already was and also felt a weird feeling in his ass. The feeling that something must be put in there. He was starting to get horny and Mike noticed. As Mike continued to massage Jason began to moan. This was the moment Mike had been waiting for all along. A handsome straight guy who was moaning under his hands. After he finished massaging Jason's legs he said he was done and Jason wanted to get up but from the table but needed help from Mike. Mike said, you can't go to the party like this. You know what, let's go to the next room and lay down on the bed. The room was dark and Mike put Jason on the bed. Jason, who at that moment wanted nothing more than to get something in his ass, was writhing on the bed and was stroking his hole with his fingers. As weird as he thought it was but Jason wanted to get to his hole and stick his fingers in it. Mike was pleased with what he saw and went into the next room to take off his clothes and put on his harness. When Mike came back into the room he saw that Jason was fingering himself and saw that his eyes were in his head like flying saucers. Jason said he didn't know what was going on with him. Mike did know and thought this is just the beginning for you. The room Jason was in was actually Mike's playroom and he opened up one of his closets and took out some wristbands and anklets. Jason who was busy with himself didn't even notice this. Mike sat down next to Jason and said how is it going friend. I don't know said Jason but I feel so horny and dirty. I will help you said Mike and put on the ankle straps and clicked them to the bed. What are you doing asked Jason. Nothing he said, I'm just helping you. As he put on the wrist straps Jason looked at Mike and said why are you doing this. Well said Mike because you shouldn't play with your pussy but I will for you. Jason who was so flighing high was slow to process this in his head and before he knew it he was strapped to the bed. Although Jason realized that he was tied to the bed and couldn't get out, he really just wanted to feel something in his ass. Mike said how do you feel slut. Jason looked at Mike and said he didn't want this and that he is not a slut. To which Mike said, from the first moment I saw you I knew you were a cum slut, only you didn't know it yet. From now on you will learn that you are a cum slut and will want nothing more than to get cum in you. Jason who could think a little more clearly said no, but still he felt in his ass that weep for something that would be put in his hole. Mike said, I will prepare you slut, are you ready. Jason struggled a little but couldn't get a move on. Mike put a gas maker on Jason's face and took his pipe filled with Tina, lit it and blew big white clouds into the mask of his future slut. Jason who didn't know what was happening and was saying no, couldn't help but breathe in the clouds. The more he breathed in of it the hornier, calmer and warmer he became. When Mike felt it was right he took off the mask. How do you feel slut he asked. Jason's eyes turned away and could only half utter something resembling a moan. Now the real work begins Mike thought. He took another shard of Tina and put it in his slut's ass who was no longer resisting. Jason recognized this burning sensation and let himself go completely. He was also happy with the finger in his ass but it didn't stay there long. Mike turned on the lights in the room and then you could see that room was fully furnished with fuck bench, sling, a cross. On the walls hung gags, harnesses, dildos, buttplugs , whips , ... Mike untied Jason from the bed, he couldn't walk away now anyway because he was completely high and had to be helped to stand up. Mike brought him to the fuck bench and laid him over it and secured him. Jason's feet were in a large bucket. Now we are going to make a real slut out of you said Mike, he took depilatory cream and smeared Jason with it. His cock, balls, chest and ass. After 10 min he rinsed him off and all the hair was gone. Mike took a syringe of lukewarm water and sprayed it into Jason's ass. He did not know what he felt or what happened and let the water out and all the dirt came with it. Now you are ready Mike said. Jason who got a gag in his mouth and the drool ran out. Mike took one of his whips and slapped Jason's ass. Jason gave out a cry with each stroke. After 10 strokes Mike asked are you a slut to which Jason tried to say no but couldn't because of the gag and because he was high. Mike hit harder and after 10 strokes he asked again. Jason wanted it to stop and gave in and said yes I am a slut. Good said Mike. He took the ball out of his mouth and asked, are you my slut ? Jason who didn't want any more strokes immediately said yes. I am your slut. Good said Mike, from now on you can call me master. Ok master said Jason. Can I go now he asked. No said master from now on your training starts. Jason shed some tears because he didn't want to, but he still felt horny and still wanted something in his ass. Master stroked his slut and went to the wall and took his smallest dildo. He took lube and stood next to it and showed it to Jason. This one goes in your ass slut he said. Jason tried to shake his head of no but somewhere he was also happy that he was finally going to get something in his empty felt ass. Mike sat down behind him on his stool and lubed up the ass hole. was not allowed to start too hard or that this could immediately reduce the fun and prevent the seed he wanted to plant in his new slut head from growing. He wanted to make Jason a real cumdump and that did require some expertise. Jason felt something pressing against his ass and from the bump he had already gotten his hole had already loosened up a bit and he felt that little dildo slide into him. Even though it hurt he felt a sense of relief in his ass because it was now getting filled. Even though he didn't want it his ass started to ride against that dildo to feel it deeper inside him. Mike saw that it was coming good and took it a step further by starting to fuck his new slut ass with the dildo. Jason didn't know what was happening to him but he began to moan, not in pain but in pleasure. He wanted it to stop but then again, he didn't. His mind was giving him conflicting feelings. After a few minutes master thought it was good and stood up took a slightly larger butt plug and stuck it in Jason's ass. Ready for the next step slut he said. Jason didn't know what to do or think anymore so cautiously nodded yes. Mike took and mouth spreader and placed it in Jason's mouth. Now that his mouth was spread wide open, Master could put a man's cock in Jason's mouth for the first time. He removed his cock from his jockstrap, a firm thick cock of 6 cm thick and 22 cm long came out. Jason saw this and knew what was about to happen and wanted to say no but couldn't because of the spreader. Now you are going to learn to suck your masters cock he said. He took his dick and put it in his sluts mouth, Jason started to gag but Mike didn't listen to that. After a few minutes of face fucking his slut like that the master thought it was time for him to really learn how to suck a cock. He took off the mouth spreader and took his electro clamps and placed them on his slut's tina cock. Ok said master now you are just going to suck my cock like a true slut. And don't think you will bite me. I don't want to feel any teeth either and if I don't satisfied then you will feel this. Whereupon he sent a surge of electricity through his slut's cock. Jason gave a cry and knew he didn't want to feel this again. He opened his mouth and master came closer with his stiff pole. Master stuck it in Jason's mouth. Jason started to suck but didn't open his mouth enough so master felt teeth and gave him a power surge. Jason who was shocked and wanted to do better because he didn't want another burst of electricity. Master gave his new slut instructions so he did better and after a while Jason didn't mind sucking his masters pole either. Little by little he resigned himself to his new role, a slut. His mind still struggled a bit but he was so drugged that he didn't feel like resisting too much anymore. His ass felt good because there was a plug in it and he also liked the taste of his master's cock. Master wanted to reward his slut and felt he would squirt. He took hold of Jason's head and said here comes your first reward slut. Make sure you keep everything inside and later before you swallow you show the reward you got from master. Jason got scared of getting seed in his mouth but again he resigned himself to his new role. Master pushed his cock into his mouth one last time and squirted several thick jets into Jason's mouth. He removed his pole from the slut's mouth and said show Master your reward. Jason opened his mouth where master saw his seed. Now you may enjoy your reward, swallow slut. Jason tried to swallow but started gagging. Master laughed and said swallow I said. Whereupon Jason swallowed. Master asked and was it nice your first portion of seed. Jason who was already starting to think more clearly wanted to say something but master slapped his ass and said. You just have to say yes master. Jason couldn't help but say Yes Master. He knew that Jason hoped it would stop here but master thought otherwise. I need to pee said master and you need some moisture. You will now learn not to waste what master gives you. Open your mouth slut. Jason hesitated, but knew if he didn't he would get a power surge. Jason's mouth was open and master took his cock put it in Jason's mouth and said, drink everything slut or you know what's next. Jason started gagging as master started pissing into his slut mouth but did his best to keep it all in. The idea that he was drinking piss broke him and from now on he fully complied with his role. Master's chem piss gave Jason an extra boost. But master didn't think this was enough. He put a collar around Jason's neck attached a chain to it and untied Jason from the couch and led him to the sling. Jason, who was unsteady on his feet, followed. Lie down here said master and Jason lay down in the sling. Master attached the legs and arms to the sling and blindfolded Jason. You are not doing bad slut said master. You are not there yet but you will be. Mike was pleased with what he had already accomplished and now moved on to the next step in the slut's training. Jason felt his biceps being tightened and wondered what was happening. He felt something weth on his arm and a brief sting. Now we are going to fly said the master, from now on you will become a real cumdump and you will beg for it. Even though he was broken, Jason thought begging for cum I don't think so. But when the band of around his arm was done he felt something welling up in his throat, he had to cough and it got hot everywhere and .... His eyes turned away and all he could think about was what the master's last words were. CUM . He wanted cum and preferably as much as possible, he wanted his ass fucked. He said this out loud too, I want cum and fuck me , fuck me, use me pleas. That's the way I like it said master. But you have to earn master's cock in your ass first. Please fuck me master I will do anything for it said Jason. Although he was shocked to hear himself say this he really wanted nothing more. Master took the plug out of Jason his ass and because of that Jason felt empty and cried out that he wanted something in hole. Master said patience slut I will fill it for you right away, but you don't talk like that to your master, you need to know your place and gave a power surge to his slut. Jason knew he had been wrong and said sorry master I won't do it again. Master had brought a larger dildo and smeared some lube on his slut's hole which was already open a bit. He stuck the dildo in his ass and Jason was ecstatic. More master, please give me more. If you want more said master, then you will have to earn it anyway said he. At that moment the door of the room opened and 3 more men came in, very muscular. They were naked and had big fat cocks. Mike hadn't lied about the others coming to the party later. Only he had not said that they would come to his house to celebrate the birth of a new slut. Come on in men said Mike, it's party time. We have a new cumdump and he is ready for it. Jason who was so horny looked at the men's cocks and opened his mouth and said use me rape me I am yours as long as I get your seed and you fill my hole. So willing said master. You do know what you are asking he said. You do know that from now on you are mine and you will do what I tell you. Yes said Jason, I am yours and want to serve you master. Well said master, if you want my dick in your hole you will have to get them stiff first. Just show what you have already learned. The first Brad, stood next to him and offered the slut his pole, Jason took it in his mouth and began to suck. Good said Mike, I will give you what you deserve. He removed the dildo from Jason's ass and pushed his stiff pole inside. Jason felt complete and for the first time he embraced what was happening. He enjoyed Master's cock in his ass, Brad's cock in his mouth and the 2 other men who were watching him being used. He forgot that he actually liked women and believed that he was actually made to be used Brad who thought it was horny what he saw couldn't hold back any longer and squirted his first seed into Jason's slut mouth. Jason was willing and swallowed it all nicely and licked Brad's pole clean. While Master gently fucked Jason's new slut pussy. When Jason was done licking Brad's pole clean, master began to fuck harder. Master said, are you ready slut. Are you ready for your new life as a cumdump to serve as a fuck slave for real men. Yes master said Jason, I want you to give me your seed and further train me to be a real slut who knows what its place is and can make real men enjoy themselves. Good said master then you will now get your first reward in your pussy and he squirted his second load of the night into his slut's pussy. Jason felt empty when master's cock was out of his hole, and said he wanted more. No problem said master we will fill you plenty more this evening. But first we need to get you ready so you know you are a real slut. Alex is a tattoo and piercing artist. Tomorrow he will provide you with your first ink but now he will already provide you with 2 gems. Ok master said Jason, I am yours and you can do whatever you want with me. Alex came and stood next to Jason and got his things out. He took a needle and disinfected Jason's nipples, pressed them together, put a needle through them and placed a nipple ring, he did the same with the other nipple. Master said so we can play with that later. Nick stood up and said I have to pee. Master said, our slave knows what to do. Jason heard what master said and opened his mouth. But Nick said shut your mouth, I will give you a booty bump with my chem piss and stuck his half hard cock in the ass of Jason who enjoyed the pole in his loose and wet pussy. Nick emptied his bladder into Jason's ass and Master was already standing by with a butt plug to keep everything nice and inside. It was a plug with a tail on it. When the plug was in place Jason was removed from the sling and told to crawl on all fours like a puppy. Jason obeyed and crawled on all fours. Master told him to crawl over to Nick and Alex and thank them for their gifts. Jason obeyed and crawled over to Alex and Nick who were sitting next to each other in the seat. Alex offered his pole to Jason willingly took it in his mouth. Meanwhile Nick was standing right next to Jason and Jason took Nick's pole in his hand and began to stroke him. After a while he switched and gave Nick a blowjob and jerked Alex. Master, meanwhile, was preparing the room for the second phase of the evening.

THIS STORY IS FICTION AND RESPOSTED: I was 18 when I had my first slam. A freshman in college, I met a guy in his 40s online with huge muscles and a big fat cock and he invited me over to “party and get wild.” I thought he meant drinks and dildos, maybe some piss. I was a pig and knew from a young age I liked things wild. I used to do things like piss on myself and cum on my face as early as 10, rock hard with excitement. I hadn’t been with many experienced dudes so when he told me he was gonna use me real nasty I got hard and wrote back yes. When I showed up at his house I saw pipes and needles. I’d smoked tina before but never really felt anything, I was used to mollies and G and wanted something that was going to make my eyes roll and my heart race. He asked if I’d ever done a slam and I had to ask him what it was. He told me it was shooting T and I immediately said yes. The idea of shooting up dope aroused me. I’d never done it before but it felt dirty, wrong, and mischievous. I wanted to push my limits so I gave him my arm, not knowing what to expect. The rush hit me hard. He put like .5 all at once and I felt a warmth take over my body. I felt it spread to my chest, tickle my balls, and reach all the way to my toes. I was breathing heavily like I’d just been fucked hard. Then suddenly, I was touching myself, feeling my body, ripping my clothes off to feel the cool air stroke my naked body. My cock fell out and started filling with blood. It became engorged, stood straight up, hard as rock. My hole pulsed and quivered and I felt an overwhelming feeling of filth and deviance. ”How do you feel?” He asked. ”Like a fucking dirty whore. I want to get used like a slut and be a total pig.” I replied. ”Tell me you’re a faggot and you love cock.” ”I’m a fucking faggot and I live for cock.” I replied. ”Good boy. Show me.” He ordered. I bent over and showed him my pussy hole, stretching it with my fingers and punching it lightly with my fist. It felt so good to show off, to be a tweaked out junkie cum slut. He passed me a dose of G and a few minutes later I felt like I was in heaven or maybe hell, consumed by carnal pleasure and moaning at every touch. He ordered me to get down on my knees as he slowly started to fuck my throat, spitting in my mouth to lube the way and plunging his fat tool into my face over and over as I gagged, choked, and saliva ran down my face — his and mine. He grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock deep into my skull, using my mouth as a hole to get his fat dick hard and ready to breed. ”You like that slam? Ready for another?” He asked. I thought it was too soon but it was also too late. He already had another one prepared and ready to go. This time he asked me to get on all fours while he administered me. And told me to show him how much a pig I am when the rush hit. He stuck the point in my arm and shot me up and then I felt the hot rush again, shooting through my veins and getting my dick rock hard. I was bent over so I reached around and spread my hole open begging him to use it and make me his pig. After he did a slam himself he put four fingers into my hole, making me want to cry and moan at the same time which I did. Then he put his other four fingers in my hole. With all eight fingers he started pulling my hole open as I screamed with pleasure, feeling used and tortured but fucking amazing. He thrust his fingers in and out, pushing harder each time, until I felt four fingers grow to five and then fiver fingers grow to a fist. He pushed one fist into my pussy slow but forcefully, stretching my hole wide open and fisting me wrist deep. The G and slam had me sweating, and I could barely catch my breath as he ripped open my hole, spit inside it and begin fucking me raw with his giant tool, stroking it inside my hole and fucking my loose hole like a slut. I felt powerful, dominated, dirty, and used. It was an incredible feeling. He continued to breed my hole for hours, taking breaks to piss, once in my mouth and once in my hole, and he fed me water (or maybe it was more G) from his mouth into mine. Wet, bred, and used, the chems had made me a total fucking cum slut and I wanted more. A couple hours later he got on Grindr to pimp out my hole to random dudes in the neighborhood. He asked if I would take cock from anyone, I replied “Yes, anybody.” He said he wanted to watch his cum slut take loads on all fours and I begged for more drugs. I knew I wanted to be fucked up with zero inhibitions, and I was ready. He told me to beg for drugs then beg for dicks and I did both, pleading for each on my knees. He laughed with evil delight as he told me he would make my fantasies come true. I don’t remember how much cock I took that night and how many guys I let use my hole but it was one of the most memorable experiences I ever had. My true pig was let out and I let go. We met a few times after that but lost contact after a while. I became consumed with slamming and taking anon loads in my campus dorm, word got around quickly and I had closeted frat guys texting me all week asking if they could breed my hole. - From a junkie college cum slut.

If you don't want to use them then don't. I have used poppers. Yes, it makes me (even more) horny, but some also leave me with a splitting headache. I do get a high and a rush but that doesn't last very long. Some bottoms say they need them to "open up" their hole because they feel more relaxed. That may be true for some, not so for others. Don't let anyone talk you into using something that you don't want to.

Found out a buddy of mine has been off meds for months now. He'll be at Palm Springs Leather Pride, and has said, and I quote, "I'm going to hunt you down like prey. You're finally going to get it." I am *excited*.

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.

I Simply love it. A threesome just finished with me. One of them was a full bottom guy with a bubble butt. It’s needless to say it’s amazing to fuck him but I can’t stop to eat his ass. Before and after fucking. I continuously changed my tongue and cock. I felt that I had to eat it even after the other guy’s cock was in his hole.

I squirmed on the backseat hovering between awake and reality, he opened the front passenger door and rummaged about before slamming the door and returning to me on the back seat, he held a bottle to my mouth “drink”, I drank the liquid, it tasted foul but he held it until I had drained the bottle, he then hoisted my leg up and fingered my bumhole with more of the stinging stuff, he put some gaffer tape over my mouth and then handcuffed me “I don’t want you making noise or causing shit understand boy?” I sort of gurgled and nodded, he grinned “you like getting high, I am getting you high, you’ll be thanking Daddy for everything I do very soon”. The ride was a bit of a blur, the streetlights seemed to burst into prisms of light as we drove through the streets, it was almost magical and held my attention. We ended up at a house on the coast, it was secluded lonely I remembered the line from alien “in space no one can hear you scream”. He opened the back door, “you going to behave?” I nodded, he undid the handcuffs and ripped the gaffer tape from my mouth, “prove it boy”, I pulled myself up as best I could and kissed him, he grinned down at me “good boy”. Once in the house he dumped me on the sofa and then came back with a syringe, even in my state I managed to whine “I don’t like needles”, he tied off my arm, “believe me boyo you’ll learn to love them”, he injected me and then held my arm up as he released the tie, I coughed and coughed, my mind a kaleidoscope of colours and I was hungry, hungry for cock. He fingered my hole, “is that pussy getting hungry boy?”, I just sort of ‘mmmmmm’d’ He grinned as he lit a cigar “yeah you’re ready, now get on your knees and suck my cock, get it good and hard”, got on my knees as he unleased the beast, it was semi hard as I took it in my mouth and started sucking, he put his hand on my head “in time you’ll be taking it all down your throat, but first you’ll be taking it up your little boi pussy”, I gagged on his cock when he said this and he chuckled “don’t worry with all the chems you have in your system you’ll take it easy” My first lesson was extraordinary I must admit I was shocked how right he was, he held my hips hard “you’re doing just fine baby” about of a third of his cock was up my arse, he was determined but almost gentle “now relax boy, push out like I told you” I groaned and did as he said and another few inches slipped up me, “atta boy, told you it would fit in your little cunt, just a bit to go” My mind was all over the place but my hole was so hungry, I felt stretched impossibly wide I felt pain but more really just an exciting lovely feeling of being penetrated. The words rang a memory in my head, as he bottomed out and started to fuck me “that’s a good boy!”, “in and out we go”. And in and out he went deflowering me completely rearranging my innards to accommodate his cock, “yeah that’s a good boy, your boicunt is just made for daddy cock, he rode in and out of me “little virgin boy taking his first cock”, “oh yeah going to flood that little pussy soon”, he held my hips hard as he started fucking me harder “you were born for this boy” and then he grunted, his cock in me fully as I felt his cock spasm and his seed flooded every part of my young arse from the anus right up my rectum. It turned the university had been contacted that I was unwell by my ‘dad’ and I needed some time off, over the next week or probably longer, apparently as I was a ‘model’ student so they were fine and said for me to take all the time I needed. In other words, he could take all the time he needed, not that he wasted anytime at all. on a side note an inspiration of 'Daddy'

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.

Where are my hardcore sadistic fuckers who can only have sex in its darkest form, which is fighting leads me to sex! Lately I’ve been want to have sex with a certain man, but there is such much tension between us and I want to know what do you think about fighting and sex?

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.

I was wondering if anyone could say who the guy in this video is? Apparently he has more videos, but I can't find any without a name/username. Looks to be amateur and so I presume that his other videos were on XTube before it died, hopefully with a name or username it's possible to find the rest floating around the internet somewhere. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/38297/one-armed-poz-top-breeds-chemed-lad/

Will never forget the first time I saw this video. I am still so jealous of the bottom!

i love a mans ass. It's arguably my favorite part of His anatomy, which i find strange as a total bottom. But penetrating a Man in any way feels 'top' to me, or maybe it feels like a bottom thing for him to want it? idk, but i don't want to penetrate a man with my finger, a toy, my tongue... anything. But i will kiss His ass and love to touch and hold it, not His hole though. i do think it's a guys response to having his ass eaten that makes him in some way bottom to me.

Don’t and won’t use any substances. for me, sex is enough of a high. i also want to be completely situationally aware.

You don’t need to have any negative feeling about not using substances. Especially if you’re aware that you may be at higher risk of addiction, you’re playing it smart to stay away from a lifestyle that could lead you there. Poppers themselves, however, are not addictive. Aside from poppers, I do not use any substance, and I don’t use poppers the way many guys do - I don’t use them for pleasure, or to get a rush or to feel slutty (got that covered) - I use them judiciously to keep my cunt open and receptive so I can give Tops my best service. For me, they’re not a recreational drug, they’re a pharmaceutical with a use. Frankly, if you take cock the way you like just fine without them, I’d say don’t bother with them. Sex is much better when your head’s in the game. Plus, if you don’t have any, then the Top can’t ask you for a snort of them and then go limp as a noodle because he thinks he’s somehow immune to that effect. It drives me crazy.

It's probably true that a lot of gay men use poppers. But that's not an indication that you need to, or should, in any way, shape, or form. Fuck the guy who tried to shame you for not using them - it's no skin off his back if you don't, and it would instantly make me suspicious he hoped to use the "high" they produce to trick you into accepting something that was otherwise off the table, or that he wasn't going to ask you about. I'm 57 years old, and I used them a couple of times in my early 20's because a top with whom I played insisted they would make the experience immensely better. All they did for me was give me a headache, and frankly, I've never had trouble bottoming even not using poppers. I'm sure there are some - a few - bottoms out there who can't do the deed without them, but honestly, most men probably pass fecal matter that's larger than any cock they're getting on a regular basis, so I call bullshit on that excuse for most guys. I'm all for people enjoying sex in whatever state they best like it, but I for one prefer a mind firmly present in the here and now, for both me and my partner. I used to drink a moderate amount in social situations, but I've even quit that mostly, because I just don't need it and I notice how annoying most people who've had more than a couple of drinks get. Like you, I come from a family with some history of addiction, so I'm doubly cautious for that. In sum: do what YOU feel comfortable with, not what other people are trying to make you comfortable with. Kudos to your BF and his friends for not pushing you to drink or smoke weed - it seems like they grasp the concept of "to each his own."

It's your choice and you shouldn't be judged.

IT IS. A MUST FOR ME.

I have to admit that my 12 hr ass eating record was because I was whacked (I had no idea that so much time had passed) although the guy whose ass I ate the entire time was super-fine and his hole was choice ...

I have to laugh at the guys who keep asking if your clean, they are probably the ones that are dirty or stealthers.

I had to stop PrEP as it caused my liver numbers to get funky (I don't drink alcohol or do drugs, so it's not like I was doing activities that harm the liver) That being said I had already been used to taking raw loads from strangers that my hole is too addicted to being a cumdumpster for me to stop letting randoms breed me 😅🥵 I do understand though that I will almost certainly end up poz.

Oh hell yes! Love how this twisted!

I always say, “I’m clean” then in my head I say to myself, “not sure about the 10 other guys whose loads I have up there…..”

U need a poz load?

I drove up the rest of the way in the nude, but put on a shirt and shorts before I text Katie that I had arrived. I waited in the lobby, it was a very nice high rise apartment building, very secure and safe, but that made me a bit sad because I wouldn't be able to host the same kind of events like we could down in West Hollywood. "My roommate came home this weekend so you'll get to meet him, he says he is bi but so far I haven't be able to enjoy what I have heard, sounds like a massive cock." "I didn't know you had a roommate" I said. "The company is paying for this apartment, and Michael works both here and in LA so he's rarely here." We got up to her apartment and I was introduced to Michael. He was very clean cut, looked like a successful alpha male business man. He exchanged the usual niceties and then left for the night in a very nice suit, but one meant for going out, not for work. "Let's make sure you're clean before we head out." She said heading into her room. I followed and she had a whole set up ready for me with enemas, douches, and toys. I was still clean (aside from the loads left in me at the rest stop). So we got dressed and headed out, we went to a few different bars and clubs. It was actually pretty fun to actually get to drink and see the scene without being recognized, but I was still felt up a few times. Katie did not last long, and pretty soon she was slurring and apologizing for us not being able to get me a cock for tonight. Truthfully, I already got 2 cocks tonight, so not so bad. But I was sad that we re cleaned me out for nothing. We managed to get a ride back to the apartment, if I wasn't dressed so much like a needy bottom I looked like I was about to take advantage of her with the state she was in. We got her up to the bedroom and after sometime in the bathroom I got her to bed and she was out like a light. I went out to her living area and just before I turned on the TV her roommate Michael came in. We got to chatting and did the usual banter about what's better socal or norcal. He said he'd make us drinks and went off to the kitchen, making full on cocktails. It wasn't long before he came back with the drinks and we shared more small talk. It was a strong drink, and mixed with what I had already had that night, it was definitely going to set me over the edge. Michael and I talked a bit more, and then he asked if I'd like to see his room, "Katie will be jealous, she hasn't been inside, and I see her eyeing my guests as they leave." I agreed and we headed to his room, his hand guiding me by my lower back like a guy would a girl on a date. Maybe I would be getting a cock tonight. Once he shut his door, the nice roommate facade disappeared. "On the bed Straightbait" he said pushing me gently towards the bed. I laid down on my back and lifted my head to see him. "On your knee's come on now." he said. I stripped and turned around getting on my knees on the bed. The lighting dimmed into a different color, slowly changing color as I waited for Katie's roommate to come back from his bathroom. A hand towel was thrown next to my face, I could faintly smell poppers so I grabbed for it, sure enough, there was a wet spot, I shoved it in my mouth. His cock rested in my crack, sliding back and forth over my hole. "You're either immune, taking preP or you're the luckiest faggot in the world." I let the towel drop from my mouth. "What?" I replied. He slapped my ass, "You heard me you lying bitch. What's the deal" He said angrily. "I - I'm just lucky Sir," I lied. That answer earned me another slap. His cock lined up behind my hole and he pressed it against. My hole wanted it, I tried my best to maneuver my hole to get him to slip in. Finally, it was pressing against the second obstacle inside me, I took a deep breath out and he slipped in, and fucked me with just the tip, I started to beg for the whole thing. After a bit of getting half fucked, he shoved all the way in. Drunk, poppered up, horny as fuck, I still recognized this cock. I met his second thrust but allowed it to bounce me forward enough for him to pop out of my ass and I spun around quickly. "You're 10inchscorpion!" I said, sitting up half turned to him in his bed. I was looking at the "famous" pozzing star that no one has really seen before. But that cock was unlike any other, I knew it was him, and he was Katie's roommate. He climbed on the bed and placed a hand on my mouth pushing me down to the bed below him. "And that stays between you and me you fuck, I will beat you senseless and you won't get this cock again if this gets out." I wouldn't mind him beating me senseless, as long as he continues to use my ass. I nodded, unable to answer. Then for the first time, 10inchscorpion entered my ass as I looked into his eyes.

Sorry for the delay lol n the 3rd part. As far as I can tell this is the last story written by. Well, whoever it was that wrote the first two. ive found it interesting to think on how “true” these stories are, or how much they were embellished, the guy certainly writes and mentions things I remember from the early 2000s in phoenix Arizona. in any case enjoy this final part. Other stories I’ll post as a separate topic from thus one that I come across. ================================================ So this is story no 3 for you sick fucks. There are two main bath houses in phoenix. Chute and Flex. I usually goto Chute which is were you typically find the older piggy Daddy bear types. It’s a lot more sleazy and a lot of the guys are often poz, or don’t mind fucking with guys who are poz. The Flex however, its closer to the ASU campus, and there are often a lot of preppy college jocks strutting around which I tend to avoid. Unfortunately, the weekend I was up the Chute was closed for, who knows what, probably a leaky roof with as run down as the place was. I’d normally head out to the parks to cruise but it was the middle of June and way too hot. So with a heavy set of balls that needed a hole to empty my seed into. I headed reluctantly off to Flex. Now like I said earlier, I usually didn’t go to Flex because too often it was full of College jocks and pretty boys. Now don’t get me wrong, I will happily knock up some cute young kid if I can. But usually these kids were arrogant pretty things that think they're too good for anyone else. Strutting around, teasing everyone else with their pert asses, fit bodies and youth. These type of guys will spend a whole night walking around the bath house and I swear they never actually hook up with anyone. When I got there, the place seem packed, but taking a quick walk around the outer areas, it was a bunch of fucking strutting jocks, one or two seeing me and giving a firm “Not my type” turn and walk away. Well fuck em. I set out towards the maze, I needed to find a hole or two to fuck and was determined to get my nut up some unprotected ass. A couple of guys already seemed to be going at it when I walked into the darker places. One guy who looked to be around my age had an amazing ass I got to eat out for a good ten, 15 minutes. When I told him I wanted to fuck that hole, he asked if I was poz. Well, I am never one to lie, so I told him the truth. “Poz and detectable” 20seconds later he was gone and my nuts were as blue as ever. I decided to go and check out the steam room. Even if I could get a hole, I love relaxing there and it got me good and ripe. I usually find one or two Pit lovers there. The place was usually barren, two guys were in a corner making out and one guy was jerking on a big slab in the middle of the steam room. I was able to head back out, when I saw one other guy in the other far corner. Leaning against a wall almost hiding. I thought he was another strutting college jock. He was wearing a jock strap, looked to be in his mid 20’s was slender, but well muscled, like a swimmer maybe. One thing made me stick around. I noticed he actually looked at me, and stroked his crotch as he did so. This kid was clearly actually looking for omsone to play with. Shit I felt I hit the jackpot. I walk over and begin cranking up my “Daddy Bear” charms which I feel this kid is hungry for. “Need something, Boy” I say, making my voice sound a bit deeper than usual. It worked better than I though as the kid says back. “Yes Sir, I need you, Sir” fuck this kid was horny and rubbish as hell. I quickly grabbed his sweat covered ass and he moaned deeply. He melted into my arms and we kiss and whimpers as my tongue fucks his throat. I undo the towel fro my hips and pushed him to his knees. Faced with a throbbing hard cock, the guy dives for it hungrily and sucks on it like a starving man. No asking of my status so far as he slobbers my infected precum. I let him wetly slurp my cock before I feel my balls start to tense. I pull him up and kiss him again, tasting my cock on his lips. My fingers pry open his butt cheeks and stroke his quivering ass - lubed and twitching for a fuck. Excellent. I am sure no one else has fucked the kid which means he must have been using a dildo earlier. The two guys that had been making out have come over and watching. I don’t mind but the kid does. "Can we go somewhere else?" he whispers to me. “Sorry Boy, Daddy needs to fuck, and he’s going to do it here. No questions.“ I hiss. I kiss him again hard and shove him against the hot tile wall dripping with water from the steam. He whimpers a little but stops struggling. His cock throbs hard against my belly. Clearly he likes being ordered around too - cocky little fucker. I turn him around. I can tell he's still a bit nervous with the audience, but his nerves settle a bit when he feels the pressure of my hard cock against his hole. He moans as I breach his amazing puckered star and relentlessly drill into his quivering hole. I realize he’s going to go home with my Poz seed in his guts and I almost shoot right there. I reach around and stroke his throbbing cock as I bottom out. Hard as a rock. Unseen, I gesture one of the voyeurs closer. Then, I deftly grab his arms tight against his back turn him around and start fucking him, using his arms as leverage. He gasps at the sudden change of pace. Mouth open and at cock level - the voyeur does not pass up the opportunity. The guy struggles a bit under me, but not seriously. I let go of his forearms when he settles down and he reaches out to cup the balls of the guy he's blowing. I push the boy's head onto that cock, enjoying that ass squeeze as he gags. I settle down to a long steady pace to explore this fine ass in front of me. All too soon, the voyeur pulls out and blows a huge load all over my cocky fucktoy's face. The door to the steam room opens, a blast of cold air comes in, but so do two more people. I can’t make them out at first, but I wave them over as my kinky Dom side gets more aggressive. Want to whore this kid out. My dick is already leaking infected fluids into his hole, and now I want to see what else I can get in him before I guy. One of the two new guys is a much older old dude who has clearly seen better days. His hair is white and skin a bit saggy, but he’s got an amazing looking cock. Again, the resistance as my fuckee notices the appearance of the owner of that cock, but I give his ass a few hard strokes. I'm boss. I push the boy's head down and he submits to my will, throat opening up for that cock. I settle back into my groove, enjoying the tight grip of that ass as the boy struggles to take my thick infected member. The audience gets closer. Like vultures. One guy gropes my ass then starts rimming me. Fuck I love a good rim job. I grind into the ass I'm fucking. I hear a grunt and then the boy struggling as his mouth is flooded with cum. He's gagging and spluttering as the old guy heads off, satiated. But his mouth isn't vacant for long - a bearded guy with a pot-belly tilts the boy's head and impales that gullet. My rimmer gets up and I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck. He spreads my ass and I know what's coming - an iron-hard throbbing cock that pushes and quickly begins to open me up. I may be mostly top, but I enjoy a raw fuck as much as anyone. Soon my unseen fucker has got enough dick inside that he starts thrusting away, soon jacking hammering my ass. There was something so incredibly hot and sleazy about watching this good-looking cocky young guy gagging on the bearded guy's cock (under that paunch), feeling my dick being milked every time the boy gags all while having a nice solid cock pummeling my guts ... it's just too much. I moan and start shooting my load deep into the kid. My head explodes in pleasure knowing he’s taking my seed into his guts. I so badly want to shout I AM POZZING YOU! At the top of my lungs but know it would ruin everything. The rimmer doesn't stop fucking me and keeps hammering my prostate through my orgasm until he seizes up behind me too and cums as well. No rubbers, no talk about status, fucking perfect. I reach around and stroke the boy's hard cock, still leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Me and my rimmer disengage. The rimmer disappears before I get a look at him but I really hope he was also poz. The crowd has died down to just two guys again. Old guy and Thick bearded chub guy. They look like they are about to go as well when I turn the kid around and spread his ass. The boy's ass gapes open only for a moment before Old guy steps forward to take my place. I glance up at my replacement and smirk - earlier tonight, the cocky shit would probably have never given this guy the time of day. And here he is moaning and whimpering as he accommodates my replacement's cock, jerking himself off as he is spit-roasted in the dark by strangers. Having shot my load I leaned back in the damp heat of the steam room and watched the sight of the kid getting fucked. Old guy didn’t last too long and after only about 5min grunted and seemed to shoot his load. Thick bearded chub guy quickly got inside next. By that time the kids hole was probably fucked pretty raw and he seemed to try and push the chub away. The fat guy just grab the kid hard and pushed in. By now I was feeling good and sated and exited the steam room. I hoped to recharge and fire off another in that ass, but the kid must have gone home shortly after that and I didn’t see him the rest of the night.

Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.

Hey guys I've been reading hot stories for longer than I should say so I finally decided to try writing one myself. Let me know what you think! I woke up on the morning of my birthday to find a bunch of texts from friends and family. I read Mike's first. "happy birthday boy maybe now we can meet :)" I was already hard when I woke up but that got me stroking. I met Mike on Grindr a few months before when I downloaded the app on my phone and said I was 18. I was curious and I couldn't wait. I had to see it for myself. I put up a pic of my smooth chest. I also cropped one of my swim team pics so you could only see me and just from my neck down. I was wearing my speedo. Mike messaged me and we started to chat about what I was interested in doing. I think he could tell that I wasn't 18 pretty quick so during that first conversation he said "so when do you really turn 18 🙂?" I came clean and let him know that I was 17 and a total virgin. I had made out with a guy on the team at a party once and I loved that but we were both drunk and never talked about it after. Mike didn't ask to meet that first time the way some of the other guys who messaged me did. He took things really slow and I really liked him. When he did mention meeting he said that we had to wait until I was 18 but if I still wanted to meet when my birthday came around he would be willing to show me everything I wanted to experience and some things I probably didn't know about yet. He let me ask him about anything I wanted even stuff that I was scared of. He said he wouldn't judge because he wished he had someone to ask when he was younger. Over the months that we chatted he basically knew all of my fantasies. Most people would say they were pretty vanilla but I didn't really know what was out there. But the one thing that I found so hot that I was scared to share was how much the idea of incest got me off. I don't know what it was because I actually was not attracted to anyone in my family but thinking about a father and son messing around always put me over the edge. Mike said it was normal and there were ways to explore that without messing around with actual members of my family. Mike was 42 the same age as my dad. He lived alone and was never married or had kids. He had two pics on his profile. One was a body pic. He looked fit like he took care of himself but not like a big muscled guy who goes to the gym all the time. The second pic was of his entire body but fully clothed in what looked like an outfit my dad would wear when he went to work. Button down shirt and pants. But in the pic he was also wearing a baseball cap and was looking down so you still couldn't see his face. All these months he never asked me for a pic of my face. I think he knew I was scared to do that. I wasn't out yet to anyone and I didn't want anyone to find out. So I didn't ask to see his face either. After I thanked him for the birthday text he asked me what I thought about meeting IRL. Was I ready? I said I think I was as long as we go really slow and maybe not do everything the first time. Could we just meet and hang out and maybe just watch some porn and leave it at that? I developed a lot of trust in Mike those months and knew that he would be the kind of guy that I would want to be my first. He said of course we could take it slow. That's the best way because there's no rush. We made plans to hang out at his place that weekend. The anticipation over the next few days made me the horniest I had ever been. We actually didn't even message each other until that Saturday. "You still up for coming over and hanging out a bit?" I told him I was as the anticipation turned to nervousness. He sent me his address. He was really close. I knew from Grindr that he was not too far but I didn't calculate what that might mean. I could bike there and be there fast. We decided to meet at 3 so I could finish this one lab that I had to turn in that was already late. He told me to text him when I was about to leave my house so when I did I told him that I was really nervous. He texted me back immediately like he knew I would say that. "I understand. Everyone's first time doing anything can make people nervous. We are just going to hang out. No pressure. You told me you smoked pot before and like it right? We can just kick back and smoke a little to relax us." He was right. Nothing was going to happen this time. We were just going to meet and put a face to the last few months. What if one of us thought the other was ugly? Maybe he wouldn't be attracted to me and I had to be ready for that. I texted back that I was heading over. That was the longest bike ride I ever took. Now that I was on my way, I just wanted to get there. But I got to his house and started shaking. I couldn't control it. He told me to bring my bike into the back so that it would be safe left alone. I parked my bike right by his back door and then knocked. He didn't answer right away and while I waited I thought there was still time to get back on my bike and go home. But I couldn't move. And then I heard the chain on the door and then it opened. Mr. Kelly, my 10th grade math teacher stood in front of me. "Hi Jake." I couldn't speak. My only thought was that I was in trouble. Now everyone would know. But Mr. Kelly is gay? He was one of the chill teachers at school that everyone loved. I never thought he could be gay but I guess I never really thought about my teachers actually having lives. He was smiling as though he was not surprised that the person who was at his door was a student he had just a couple years ago, who was still a few months away from graduating. "uhhh Mr. Kelly? I'm so sorry...I...this is a mistake...I won't tell..." He reached out and held my arm. "It's ok. Come inside and let's talk." He pulled me gently and I followed him into his house.

This has to be one of my absolute favourite sex acts to do with a partner, but I find very few guys that are actually into this. Question to you all: If a guy unloads into your mouth, do you enjoy the thought of being able to kiss it back to him? For me, this has to be one of the most intimate acts that can occur between two men.

As someone who strictly bottoms, I've been offered poppers more times than I can remember but I've always been nervous about trying them. So I either say "no thanks" or just act like I didn't hear the offer and try to ignore it so I won't feel pressured. It sounds dumb when I type it out here, but I've never used poppers, or any other substances like meth or pot. I tried to drink a beer once and couldn't even finish it. Usually when I say "no thanks", it's accepted and we move on. But one time it caused the guy I was with to feel judged and he called off the hookup. It sucked but I wasn't willing to go outside my comfort zone. I've also had some guys tell me that they rarely or never meet slutty bottoms who don't want to hit poppers, and that I'm the only one they know who won't try it. My bf and his boys all drink and smoke weed but they don't even bother asking me if I want in because I've passed on it so many times before. Is it really that much of a rarity for guys like me to avoid any kind of drugs or alcohol? I see threads about chem sex and poppers all the time but I never comment because I have nothing to add since I've never tried it before. Sometimes it makes me wonder if I'm being a prude and if it's worth trying at least once, but if I'm honest it makes me nervous since addiction runs in my family.

I got up late that day. It had been a long night and I needed the rest from my last client and the sun was already going down. “Shit,” I moaned. Checking my messages, I quickly glanced through the messages until I saw the subject line from him... “Looking for a full weekend.” It got my attention and I quickly opened it.... “Hey fucker... been thinking about the last time and would definitely like to book a full weekend with you for the weekend of the 21st. Let me know if you’re available. I’ll make it worth your while.” He signed it... Daddy. I smiled to myself while I let my hand wander down to my morning wood, well in my case late afternoon wood. I had been seeing him every couple of months for a year now and somehow, I always ended up giving him some extra time ‘cause I really enjoyed our time together... Hell, sometimes I felt like I should be paying him. I quickly sent off the reply... “Fuck yeah... I’ll make it work. See ya then.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That first time, we made arrangements to meet up at one of the downtown hotel bars and then head up to his room. Max had just turned 40 and wanted something special to celebrate...me. Walking into the bar, I looked around and saw his handsome face smiling at me. I held my breath for a second as I gazed at Max, at least that was the name he had given me. Walking towards him, my new client grasped one of the two tumblers of deep amber scotch. "Fuck, boy,” he grinned taking a sip of his drink, “Happy fucking birthday to me.” Staring directly into his green eyes, I lifted the other one. “Fuck, yes,” and took a sip, relishing in the smokey flavor and aroma... the fruity and honeyed rich taste filled my mouth. Maintaining eye contact, we continued sipping as the sexual tension between us increased. Glancing down, I placed my glass on the counter and my eyes went directly to his cock snaking down his left pant leg. I smiled. “Fucker,” my client snarled, turned and walked away. Not knowing what happened, I quickly gulped down the remainder of my drink and followed, attempting to catch up. Never looking back to see if I was following, he continued across the bar through the hotel lobby to the elevators. The doors opened and he stood facing me while he pushed the button to what I assumed was his floor. Seeing the doors closing, I quickly ran in, barely making it. There was no expression in his face and we stood face to face, my ass against the closed doors. “Tell me,” I asked cockily. “What made you think that I would follow after you fucking just left me there.” He stood there for a minute and tilted his head. “Cause fucker, I saw the breath you took when you saw me. Besides, I expect my whore to work for it.” I lowered my eyes and quickly responded, “Yes Sir.” “Shit,” I thought, “Where the fuck did that come from?” We continued up the floors, my gaze fixed on this tented crotch. After a bit, the doors opened and I stepped backwards out onto the floor, never taking my eyes off the outline of his cock against the crotch of his pants. Grabbing my shoulders with both hands, Max turned me around and led me down the hall until we stood before the door to his room. Handing me the key, he ordered me to open the door and strip. I opened the door and smiled at the sight of a grand suite. Walking to the center of the living room, I removed my clothes, carefully placing them next to me. “Good boy,” he growled and sat on the plush sofa. Still watching me, he reached behind and produced a well-packed pipe and lit the torch, inhaling deeply. He motioned down to his crotch as the thick white cloud slowly escaped through his nostrils. “Feed boy.” I slowly dropped to my knees and moved forward on all fours, not yet realizing how I had already submitted to this man. His legs widened and I moved to service him. “No fucker,” he calmly stated exhaling another cloud. I didn’t understand and looked at him questioningly until he moved the pipe to me and placed my lips against the warm stem. Hearing the sound of the torch, I prepared myself and inhaled as the white shards began to glow from the intense heat. The warmth of the T filled my lungs and moved throughout my body. “Another, whore.” I smiled and obeyed, my body quickly reacting to the chems. My hunger for cock took over and I slowly unzipped his fly while he took another hit off the pipe. The thick veined shaft escaped its confinement and sprang against my lips. Taking a deep whiff of his musky crotch, I released his massive cum filled balls and marveled at the beauty I held in my hands as the deep purple cock head throbbed against my lips. Instinctively, my tongue moved to the piss slit leaking the sweet nectar of pre-cum and my lips sealed around his throbbing cock. “Goddamn fucker!” Max groaned, taking hold of my ears and pulled me into his crotch. I felt every vein covered inch slide over my tongue and deeper into my mouth until it rested down my throat and my nose was buried in his pubes. “That’s it fucker, that’s a good whore.” I stayed there, the chems filling my body with hunger as I focused on servicing cock. Continuing to hold my head against his crotch, his fingers began to stroke my ears and the desire to serve this man filled my mind. To this day, I don’t remember how long I was on his cock that first time. I only know that I felt like I could be like that forever... I was home. “Off you go fucker. Time for me to use that cunt.” Slowly, I felt his cock escape my mouth and I let out a quiet whimper which again surprised me. He chuckled handing me the pipe and torch. “Go on, have at.” Grabbing the pipe, I lit the torch and inhaled as he stood and walked through the entrance of the bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed, he began to undress. “You hungry for my cock, whore? Beg for it.” Taking a final hit, I placed the pipe and torch on the side table and began to crawl to him keeping my eye on him. The last of his clothes fell to the floor and I remained at the doorway, waiting to be allowed in. “Please Sir, I need your cock.” I begged. He stood there... legs spread, allowing his throbbing 9-inch cock to seemingly beckon me. My eyes took in his solid build with well-defined pecs. His body was covered in a fine dusting of ginger hair that matched his head and beard which stood out from his pale skin. “That cunt hungry whore?” he snarled, “Answer me!” On hearing him, I hesitated and looked directly at him. “YYYes Sir?” His gaze darkened at my questioning answer. “Yeah fucker... a cunt. I’m paying for a cunt.” I didn’t know if it was the manner in which he treated me, if it was the clouds or if it was a combination of the two, but I lowered my eyes to his cock. I unconsciously nodded and correctly repeated my previous statement. “Yes Sir. My cunt’s hungry for your cock.” He smiled and ordered me into the room. I slowly moved my way to him, keeping my eyes directly on the cock that would soon be filling me. Reaching him, I leaned back on my haunches. “Please, I need it,” I whimpered. He nodded approvingly and placed his powerful hands on my shoulders, pushing me back down onto my knees. Moving behind me, he took hold of my ass cheeks and spread them exposing my cunt. “Fuck yes... a nice tight cunt,” he complemented me while his fingers explored. I began pushing back onto his fingers wanting to feel him inside me, my cunt opening against his eager fingers. Feeling his fingers exploring the walls of my cunt, I clenched. Laughing at my eagerness, he slowly removed his fingers and leaned over me. I grew excited, anticipating his cock. “Easy whore,” he chuckled placing his fingers at my lips. “You’ll need to learn to clean up after I’m in you.” Gripping the digits that had just been inside of me in my mouth, I moaned, the musky slime filled my mouth. I proceed to clean them. Slipping his fingers from my mouth, Max wiped them on my back and positioned himself at my cunt. “Push back whore,” he ordered, “Work for my cock and earn your pay.” Pushing back onto his cock, I gasped as his cock invaded my cunt. Once the head was in, he gave a short grunt and I slowly eased myself down to the root. “Christ!” I moaned, feeling his cock stretch me out... his pubes scratching against my ass cheeks. I pulled out slightly and thrust myself onto the shaft, trying to settle into a rhythm going up and down the 9 inches I had just taken. My desire for the cock increased and picked up speed and rapidly fucked myself. “That’s it fucker!” Max yelled falling on my sweaty back. Reaching under me, he held my pecs to steady himself. Continuing to milk his cock, his hands moved to my hard tits and pinched them. “Shit yeah!” I yelled, feeling the connection between my tits and my cunt come to life. The sound of our grunts and moans filled the hotel room. “Don’t fucking worry, whore...make all the fucking noise you want,” he laughed. “I’m paying enough for this room to have a full orchestra in here to serenade us.” My movements became more urgent. My cunt needed to be fed. My hips pummeled against his crotch as I struggled to breathe and I felt my cunt spasm. “OH FUCK!” I yelled feeling his cock thicken even more and release a thick load of cum into my cunt. Echoing my yell, Max fell on my back. We remained there, Max on top of my while my still hard cock lay against my abs underneath me. “Damn,” he said, rolling off of me and wrapping himself in a terry-cloth robe. Remaining on the floor, I watched him move to the safe and open it. Grabbing a handful of bills, he walked over to me and threw them on my sweaty crotch. I looked at the bills surrounding my still hard cock and glanced up. “I didn’t pay for you to get off whore,” he said menacingly and sat on the sofa. I nodded, gathered up the bills and hurriedly dressed. Sticking the bills in my pocket, I checked my appearance in the hall mirror and made my way to the door and opened it. “Hey,” Max called out. “I’ll call you again, whore.” I smiled and answered. “Please do Sir,” and walked out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The time flew by with other clients but anticipation of my next session with Daddy was always it the back of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I can play with the best of them... top, bottom, vers. The day of our session, I hit the gym hard in preparation. After showering, I strolled back to my locker. I grabbed my underwear and then a thought occurred. Throwing my underwear in my duffle bag, I pulled out my jockstrap and sniffed. “Perfect,” I smiled, remembering how Daddy liked my cunt framed in a ripe jock. I finished dressing and grabbed my phone and checked my messages. My cock jumped seeing Daddy’s name. He had sent me an address and told me that I was to pick up a package for our date later that night. “Motherfucker... I thought. What the fuck is this about?” I was hesitant but he was a good client and paid well. I messaged back asking what the package was. Sure, our sessions included chemsex; but it was understood that everything would be supplied by him. “Nothing like that. You’re expect there at 6pm,” he responded and I agreed then headed out to run errands and home for a bit of a nap. I awoke about 4 and headed to the shower and soaped down. Taking the razor, I smoothed out the skin on my pumped pecs and shaved away the stubble. Enjoying the smoothness of my skin, I continued on making sure not a remnant remained below my neck... it was part of the deal; Daddy wanted his whore smooth. Next, my hand moved to my cunt and carefully worked the soap around my cunt lips and proceeded to check for any missed spots. Feeling smoothness, I grabbed the shower shot and slowly inserted it. Closing my eyes, I felt the flow of warm water flow into my cunt and fill me. When I couldn’t take anymore, I turned off the flow and held it. Breathing deeply, I concentrated on the fullness of my cunt. Releasing the contents down the drain, I repeated the ritual until I was clean. Again soaping my now smooth body, my hands moved down to my smooth cock and balls and stroked myself to a hardon. “Fuck,” I stopped, remembering that I wasn’t allowed to cum before my sessions with Daddy. I rinsed and dried off. Walking to the full-length mirror, I stood before there and checked myself out, my grey eyes looking back at me. At 195 lbs and a muscular 6’4”, I stood out whenever I was. Grazing the buzzed black hair on my scalp, I smiled. “Perfect!” My hands moved to my pecs, again feeling the shaved mound of flesh beneath them. My fingers slowly spread over my hardening tits, causing me cock to jump. Moving my hands down to my abs, I felt the hard ridges and made my way down to my crotch. Taking hold of my sac with my left hand, I felt the two cum filled balls within them. I couldn’t resist anymore; I took my now hard 8-inch cock in my right hand and gripped it tightly and began to stroke it. Gripping my sac tighter, I pulled it down and increased the pressure of my grip. In the back of my mind, I could see Daddy anger at what I was doing, but I ignored it and my cock exploded with an eruption of cum splattering against the mirror. Composing myself, I grabbed my ripe jock and put it on. “FUCK!” I thought, wondering what the consequences of this would be. I made my way to the kitchen and fixed myself something light to eat then threw on a tshirt, jeans and pair of sneakers and headed to the address. It was a nondescript building in the industrial area of town. Walking in, I hesitated... it was full of all kinds of fetish wear... there was a rack of jockstraps... regular jockstraps... rubber ones... leather ones right as I walked in. I continued on looking for the sales counter. Hearing a voice coming from the back room, I turned and saw source of the sexy voice. “Hey... can I help you?” Clearing the doorway, he stopped and allowed me to get a view of him. I stood there watching him approach me with a confident gait. Unconsciously, I took a step back to get a better look at him. Normally, I’m not into the whole scene but shit... this guy was hot. I stood there looking at him smiling at me. He couldn’t have been more than 20, if that. The booted boy stood there wearing nothing but a jockstrap and leather collar. My eyes worked down his muscled body accentuated by the complete smoothness of his body. It was obvious that he spent hours in the gym and I began to wonder which gym since I had never seen him at mine. My eyes moved past the thick rings in his tits and continued down until they landed on the packed pouch between his legs. Quickly inhaling, I looked up into his smiling blue eyes. “Uh... uhh... yeah... I’m supposed to pick up a package,” I stuttered. Without a word, he turned towards the counter and I watched his ass muscles tighten as he walked. I could have sworn he was doing it on purpose. Reaching the counter, he smiled... “Come on Kyle. I’ve got your package back here,” he laughed and gave me a wink. I quickly looked around and at the front door. “Don’t worry. I locked the door the moment you walked in,” he said, motioning me towards him. Surprised he knew my name, I slowly walked towards him while he reached over the counter for a pair of keys and I caught a glimpse of his plugged hole. Holding the keys in his hand, he motioned me to follow him into the back room.

If you are on PrEP you won’t become HIV Poz. If you are not it’s only a matter of time before you get a Poz load and become a member of the Poz Brotherhood. Many Poz Tops are on meds now so it’s not as easy as you think to become Poz.

This bottom does not use poppers, but I don’t mind if my top does.

Mmmm… I love eating ass. The sweatier and stinkier, the better. I could keep my face buried between a set of hot, briny buttcheeks all day. 🐷🏳️‍🌈

Hot! Definitely an unexpected turn. Have a feeling that Katie is a bit of a chaser herself.

I'm a HIV+ top not on meds so we do exist. I go on and off periodically. I don't have anything against PrEP bottoms. It's just not what I'm looking for. I don't stealth guys(on purpose) most of my fucking is don't ask don't tell and anon contacting with those neg bottom that want to be infected. We all have what turns us on. How many time have I seen "no blacks sorry just my preference". You know your right but I'm not going to be rude and most likely would not pull out and leave in the middle of a fuck. I try to treat guys with dignity and respect just like I want to be treated. There is nothing wrong with saying no thank your just not what I'm looking for. If he wants to know why then I tell him. Then the judgement starts about AIDS and how could you remember the 80's etc etc. So to those guys and women (yes some women do bug chase) that are into chasing bugs and HIV more power to you just realize the decision you've made. To those on PrEP more power to you too. We all have our types tall short big dick cut uncut shaved hairy as well as various kinks. What I try to be as honest as I can about what i am and what I want. If that excites others then great if it doesn't then sorry. But there's someone that is really waiting for me to fill them up with what ever I have and those are the guys that I will get along with. Besides it may sound strange but it's a good feeling when a chaser or former contacts and says that he tested positive for HIV and in ok with that.

Nothing like initiating a bb virgin.

Also in Surrey here ... I'm surreyguy77 on kik

Some of these guys are undoubtedly chasers. Some of them are conspiracy theorists. Some are probably positive already but don't know it. But if you're referring to people on this site, it's also quite possible that they are just spouting things they find "hot" and are jacking off thinking about it.

Then the picture pixelated and faded so show a lad kneeling on a bed, arse up as I watched a massive cock slide into the boys arse, the kids hole looked like it was spread to the limit, I recognised the voice “that’s a good boy!”, “in and out we go”, christ!!! I was watching a boy being barebacked by the man I was going to meet! However I was licking my lips and playing with my cock turned on as hell as I got another message: “like that son?” My response was instant “daddy, yes I do” “from your choice of depraved porn I thought you might, you boozing and getting high son?” I nodded as if he was there sending a message “Charlie and vodka daddy”. “hehehe good boy, daddy loves partying boys, from the smell of weed and beer on your earlier I thought you would” Completely entranced and nodding/grinning like an idiot in my room “I do daddy” The reply was a few minutes coming: “I fucking love that you do, Daddy loves to booze and partying too , and I know em all (wink) see you at eight, don’t be late” xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I stood outside the entrance of the lido feeling like the entire world was looking at me, though it was still summer it was at the end of the season and whilst still warm it was pretty dark, I have to admit that in the dark light and the low glow of the lights outside the lido also with the big trees and bushes it was decidedly creepy. I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb dressed in white shorts and vest top, little briefs on underneath and my feet in flipflops, I used the last of my Charlie and thought about leaving as I heard footsteps, in the half light he looked like some kind of Neanderthal beast coming for me, he looked bigger and more menacing than he did earlier in the daylight, i felt a bit scared but excited. He grinned “good to see you son”, he caressed my arse nuzzling my neck “I’ve been thinking about you all day baby”, I blushed kissing his cheek “me about you too Daddy”, his hand went inside my shorts and briefs his finger rubbing in my crack at my hole “dads been watching your videos again and thinking about your little boy arse”, I moaned against his bulk “You like it when boys get controlled and used by men don’t you boy?”, I nodded my head against his chest breathing shallow, “yes” He pulled his hand out of my shorts and then a few moments later he pushed his hand back in, this time pushing my shorts and briefs down over my arse dropping the to the floor, leaving me exposed, with one arm he held me firm as his other was on my arse. His finger worked into my hole, there was a burning warmth and a tingling as his finger pushed deeper, I squirmed surprised “what’s that?”, he kept his finger in my arse and held me firm “just something to get you a bit partied up boy”, I pushed against him a bit “I.. I.. I don’t think I like it”, he chuckled as his pulled his finger out and then a few moments later his finger was back up me with more burning and tingling as he finger fucked me. Holding me firm, his mouth against mine suffocating any noise from me. Soon the burning subsided and the tingling turned into something entirely pleasurable, in fact I felt as horny as I’d ever felt before, a pure hunger, I returned his kisses as he ripped my top off leaving me naked as the day I was born, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his car, his fingers up my bum, my arse muscles were clamping against his fingers up my arse, “such a hungry little virgin pussy, don’t worry you’ll be earning as you learn” and then laughing "that's how I'll pay your way through university baby, with your body, mouth and your boi pussy, and don't worry, you just be a good boy and Daddy will take care of his boy", he chuckled as he threw me into the back seat of his car.

Hi,I am n the same position as you. Bi married guy that loves sucking cock. I love to bottom also, but always with a condom. About 2 weeks ago I hooked up with a guy on doublist. He said he needed to fuck. I told him I had condoms and to come over. He came over ,we got naked and I sucked his cock for a bit, about 7 inch,cut and thick,lots of precum. He told me to lay on my back,real fast he got between my legs,lifted my legs on his shoulders. He was sitting there and started stroking my hard cock. He then started playing with my hole, I felt something wet, he was using his precum on my hole. It felt good. I wanted more, then he started rubbing his cock head on my hole, it was leaking so much precum,it was feeling so good. He was fingering my hole,I needed more. I then felt him slip his cock head in me. I felt so wet in me. I told him there was a condom. This guy was skilled looking back on what he was doing to me. He then moved, I thought he was going to stop and get condom, but he moved so he could push his cock deep in me. I didn't stop him as he started fucking me. I felt so wet inside as he stopped for a moment. I asked him if he cum in me, he said no it was his precum. He turned me and fucked me doggie style, my head on the bed my legs on the floor as he fucked me from behind, then flipped me over my legs on his shoulder while he was standing and fucked me that way. I told him please don't cum in me,I already knew that his precum could poz me, but told him to shoot his load on my cock . He did, and I stroked my cock with his thick load on my cock as he cheered me to cum. I shot a huge load. After he left I was worried. But all I think about now is feeling a raw cock in me. I want to feel cum in my ass. I reached out to him and want him again. He hasn't been available. I worry about being pozzed, but no signs of anything yet. But I want him again or raw cock. They are right about once you have a raw cock, no more condoms.

I looked into his dark eyes a little nervous “what for?”, he grinned down at me “well I wanted to look at your hot little body more, you know check out the merchandise before I commit to purchase”, he then winked his voice barely a whisper “but if you like you can follow me into the changing room in a few minutes and we can get that part over this morning?”, I look to see Julie frolicking with some others in the pool and oblivious to me, I swallowed but nodded. He walked away, blimey he was a mammoth man god and strode along with such confidence. The last cubicle away from the others smelt of chlorine and sweat and seemed impossibly warm as he ran his hands over my body, for a man who seemed so well groomed his hands were really hard and calloused, “my god boy, you have such a cute little bod”, next to him I felt like an insect, he was at least nine inches over my height and must of out weighed me by at least 200lbs of man bulk, I felt like a sacrifice to the minotaur as he help my body against him, kissing me as his hands pushed down my trunks, I gasped as he found my crack and hole, he sniggered in my ear “so smooth, so lovely, kiss daddy deep now”, his tongue was in my mouth, I was trapped against his big strong body as his finger forcibly invaded my ring piece, I cried into his mouth at the intrusion. He pulled out his finger smirking “well you do seem virgin, in fact I’d bet on it”, he sat down on the bench letting me down between his spread legs, “have you sucked before?”, I nodded “Yes Sir”, he ran his hand over my face and using the other hand shucked his trunks under his cock and balls, “I do not care if you choke, gag or even puke boy, now get to work”. I looked at the veiny knarled log of a cock that lay semi over his massive balls, I tentatively touched it and before I’d even licked its pre cum tip I felt like I was in love but also very scared of what I had committed to.

Hello everyone, I am Jota, from Spain, 27 years old, I have been here for a few months because of the curiosity, but every time I am more comfortable in the BB and finally start the chasing warms me a lot.

Unfortunately I believe it happened. There are way to many guys out there that will only have sex to fill a self destructive fantasy, this guy is their messed up counterpart. I wish guys could just go back to fucking because they enjoy the fuck.

It's the fukkin best. Once me and 3 fuck buddies were getting on. The 2 guys wth the biggest cocks got me and the 4th man to get on our knees and suck their cocks. We knelt side by side and the 2 horse-cocked men shafted our throats, switching between us. Finally they said "we're gunna cum in your mouths, don't swallow" With that me and the other cocksucker received 2 massive loads in our mouths. Once they emptied their balls we turned to each other and deep french kissed. I gratefully took my buddy's sperm-covered tongue deep in my mouth and I tongued the sperm in my mouth into his. We deep kissed easily for 20 minutes swapping sperm between us until we had swallowed every last drop.

The Broken Jock VI: Full-on Stealthing the Center Fielder Ronen said yes to the date! When I reported this to Leon, he smiled, said “That’s my boy,” and gave me $400 for the evening. “I can’t wait to score on that one.” Ronen was our new hot center fielder and the perfect looking college boy jock: young—just turned 19—with muscled arms, thighs and butt; wavy brown hair; bright, almost mesmerizing blue eyes; and a beautiful smile when you got him to laugh. He filled out the crotch of his uniform nicely, too. A bit naive maybe, he sometimes at practice wears only boxers instead of a protective jock and cup, so his cut dick is clearly outlined in the tight polyester pants we wear. The team is gay, so we love it, and we just let him do his thing. That night, we went out to a nice restaurant and held hands at a live concert at the opera house. He told me that he has fucked around before with other college guys, but they’re kinda bad at sex—not knowing how to do it that well. “It’s especially hard to get them to wear condoms. So, it’s frustrating.” “Stick with me, Ronen,” I laughed. “We older guys know what they’re doing.” ______ When we got back to the house, it was just after 11 and storming fiercely. We ran from the Uber to the front door in the rain. Once inside, I turned on a lamp and kissed him, which led to making out as we stood taking off our wet coats. “Come up to my room,” I said and led Ronen by the hand up the stairs. I saw light at the bottom of Leon's closed bedroom door. Electronic music could be heard coming from inside. “Is someone else here?” Ronen asked in a whisper. “Just my roommate. Don’t worry about him.” We walked farther down the hall to my room. When we entered, I saw that Leon had set up the St. Andrew’s cross for Ronen. “What’s that?” my date asked pointing at it. “It’s a St. Andrew’s cross. Wanna get crucified?” I laughed. “It’s for sex. You wanna try it? I think you’ll like what I’d do to you. Strip down.” As Ronen took off his clothes, I went over to the cross to make sure it was angled right for Leon. Then I turned on some trance music and some red lights for the room, which offered a nice BDSM effect with the lightning coming through the rain-covered windows. He still had his boxer briefs on but I told him to come over to the cross. As we kissed he reached inside his briefs and pulled out a condom from a hidden pocket. I smiled and took the rubber and opened the package. Leon will love hearing about this, I thought. “Put it on for me,” I commanded him. Ronen got down on his knees and I gave him back the rubber. He unzipped my designer wool slacks and pushed them down. He then sucked on my cock head through my cotton/lycra briefs. The thin material soaked immediately with both Ronen’s saliva and my poz precum. He should be tasting it, I thought to myself. “Fuck yeah,” he said and tried to get more of my cock into his mouth through the stretchy fabric. It felt amazing and I pushed more precum out for him to feast on. I was rock hard and humping Ronen’s face when he pulled down my briefs and sucked on my raw cock. “Damn you know what you’re doing, dude,” I complimented him. After sucking me for five minutes I told him not to make me cum yet. So, I looked down as my hardon glistened, covered with Ronen’s spit and his blue eye’s looked into mine as he covered my cock with the rubber. “Careful, I’m close!” After he got the condom on me, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him up and over to the cross and tied his left wrist to it, above his head. Then I took his right wrist and tied that up on the other side so that his butt was presented to the room. From behind I rubbed my cock up against his hole and kissed and bit his neck. “Yeah, Adam! Fuck me.” “Just a minute. I need some things first.” I backed off and got my good noise-cancelling earphones and let the trance music flow through them and put them on Ronen. “Okaaaaay,” he said. I then pulled down his boxer briefs and made him step out of them. I looked inside and, yes, saw the built-in condom pocket. It had one extra rubber inside that I pulled out and threw on the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now and tied face down on the X cross. I next tied an opaque black blindfold on him and stood behind him and kissed his neck. He could feel my rubbered up cock nudging his perineum and I aimed for his hole, too. I reached over and grabbed the lube shooter syringe that Leon left for me. I wondered what was inside it: the usual store-bought oil-based lube, Leon’s poz cum, or more from Leon’s vial of highly viral poz leather daddy’s thawed-out cum? “Fuck!” I said to myself as I hunkered down to face Ronen’s beautiful jock ass and nudged the syringe up to his tight pink ring. I pushed the lube shooter in slowly as Ronen grunted. “Leon! You can come in now.” I heard my bedroom door immediately unlatch. He must have been waiting at the door. Leon walked in fully naked except for his silver cock ring and his large cock was rock hard and lubed up. “Damn he’s gorgeous!” Leon said. “He can’t hear us, right?” “That’s right. Let’s turn on the regular lights so that I can record this.” I got my phone out and pressed record and walked back to Ronen. “What did you put in the lube shooter?” I asked Leon as I got down to press the contents inside Ronen’s rectum. “Some Crisco. Along with about six loads left over from that prime reserve leather daddy AIDS cum that I used on Von.” Hearing that I pushed the plunger in and watched my cute date’s neg jock hole take in its first poz load from a San Francisco leatherman gifter who sells his sperm to guys like Leon to use as lube. “Fucking A!” Leon celebrated. “Look at that tight jock hole! Let him feel your rubbered up dick one more time before we switch places.” I stood up and pushed my cock once again between Ronen’s legs. He moaned as I kissed his neck. He couldn’t hear anything but the music in the earphones or see that the lights were on. Leon opened some fresh poppers and handed them to me, “Popper him up now.” I couldn’t say anything to him as I reached around to press his nostril closed and held the brown bottle in place under the other nostril, but Ronen seemed to know what to do and inhaled. “I want him to take eight hits!” Leon ordered. I kept at it. I ended up giving Ronen more like 10 after losing count. And Ronen staggered as he stood, dizzy from the fumes. Leon told me to move and I got the phone recording again, now I watched as Leon’s raw cock pressing up against Ronen’s hole and pushing hard to get inside. Ronen cried out but Leon knew he needed to get in while the jock was flying on poppers. He wanted his raw poz cock inside his prize jock now. “This fucker’s tight!” I kept the phone’s camera on the massive poz cock trying to breech Ronen’s tight neg hole. Leon kicked the naked jock’s legs farther apart and brutally pushed up again, this time he busted through. Ronen yelled out in pain. The camera caught Ronen’s pink hole as it squeezed against the invading rod. Leon softly stroked Ronen’s back and let the boy get used to his huge raw cock. After a few minutes, the teen calmed and Leon told me to popper him again. So I put down the phone and doused Ronen’s safe sex boxer briefs in poppers and put them under his nose. Despite the Ronen’s tightness, the slickness of the Crisco and cum helped Leon slide in deeper. “There it goes. No rubbers tonight, boy. Yeah, that's it. I’m going in deep now,” Leon announced. “Damn I think I just hit his second ring. I'm gonna bust that open, too!” Ronan spoke up. “Aw, Adam. Go slow, you’re fucking big, bro!” Leon smiled. “No way! I'm NOT slowing down now! Aw, fuck yeah, Adam! I just took this neg jock's second ring!” Ronen squirmed on Leon’s poz cock grunting and trying to make room for the large invader. “I’m going to fucking charge up this outfielder’s hole tonight! I swear we’re finally going to take this team down one by one. No more cute ball players telling ugly Leon ‘No thanks, I’m not interested.’” Leon began fucking Ronen in earnest now, like he was trying to poz the kid on every stroke. Ronen’s hole was looking bruised and leaking the poz sperm from the leather daddy gifter. Leon’s cock ring pressed his hairless balls against Ronen’s ass as it was filled completely with the giant hard cock of a pervy old man. “Yeah, boy. Take my raw cock up your safe sex butt. I’m going to fucking knock you up, you beautiful college jock! Fuck, that did it! Record how I’m fucking blowing a huge poz load up this sweet neg hole right fucking now! AAAAAAAAAAAgh!!! AAAAAAAAhh!!! Take all my dirty swimmers, boy. Let me have that jock hole for good!! We’ll pass you around at the guild meetings! Make you into a perfect GQ-modeling cumdump.” Leon kept his cock buried deep as he unloaded every drop inside the oblivious Ronen. Then, as he did with Von, he roughly fucked Ronen to embed his seed into the rectal walls. “Gotta fuck that baby batter in! FUCK! Take it boy, let’s get your neg hole all fucked up! AH, yeah, that’s hot! That hole is still tight!” “Well, you’re massive, Leon. It’s going to be tight.” “Oh! Damn.” Leon fucked slowly now. “I gotta have this hole again, Adam!” “Well he’s gonna stay over. Come back at 4 a.m. in the dark.” “Fuck yeah!” Leon pulled out of Ronen and admired the damage he caused to the teen’s hole and the poz semen surrounding it. “You should go now. We’ll sleep. I’ll have him ready for you at 4.” Leon grabbed onto his still hard cock and jacked toward Ronen's butt lewdly. "Fuck that's hot." And left the room. I stood behind Ronen and took off the blind fold and ear phones. I undid the ropes around his wrists. He smiled at me and I kissed him on the mouth deeply as I removed the condom from my still hard dick. "Let's go to bed."

On a related topic: I've decided the "haha" reaction is the appropriate one for 'This post is such bullshit", so I expect to use it a lot often. Mostly on the ones like "My first time ever was a gang rape by sixteen escaped convicts who were doing time for murder, all with BBCs, they made me crave BBC forever and ever afterward".

I was an executive who looked and acted the part, so few if any, knew about my sexuality or that I got off on pozzing someone once in a while. I was in my thirties, clean cut, worked out three times a week at the gym, and had progressed up the corporate ladder from a cubicle to my own office. As I was a total top, and had never done drugs, neither my doctor nor I could readily figure out how I got the bug. Of course my doctor gave me the whole spiel about safe sex so I wouldn't poz anyone else, but I could tell he himself liked to poz guys one occasion, just for the added sexual thrill that enhanced how great his dick felt when he ejaculated into a neg hole and knocked it up with his toxic sperm. I found myself fantasizing about pozzing some of the assholes at the company, but knew there were few if any gay or bi bottoms, or, for that matter, any versatile guys who worked there who wanted to fuck around with me, let alone who wanted to be pozzed. My opportunity came a few months later via a smart-ass punk in the mail room. I first encountered him a couple of months after he had been hired. The punk was a snobby 21 year old who thought he was better than others and was rude to those he thought beneath him including the janitors, maintenance men and other, mostly blue collar workers. I took offence partly because Ron the janitor and Joe, the fat maintenance man, were my friends, not to mention they too were respectively bi and gay. They were about 50 years of age, and both were also poz. Ron had fucked Joe and pozzed him, but Joe was still fat and flabby. They were good pieces of ass and sucked great cock. We discussed the mail boy, and agreed he needed some punishment. He was nice enough to me so I decided I would seduce him and hopefully pump my seed into him on behalf of my buddies. I became friendly with the punk, whose name was Bobby. He initially said he was straight with a fiancée, but a friend of mine mentioned he had seen Bobby on more than one occasion at one or another gay bar, as well as having seen him at Pride Fest. Another acquaintance mentioned he had seen Bobby sucking off a good-sized black man (who looked like a pimp) in an alley. I use the information on Bobby, and finally he admitted to being bi-sexual. I then asked him if he liked older men and he replied "Someone your age is okay, but not ugly old geezers like Ron and Joe." I flattered him with bullshit and then asked him what sex he liked. He freely answered, saying he was versatile and liked to bottom for men larger than himself. I fit the bill, being a full six feet tall and about 200 to his 5' 10" and 170. My dick was just a bit longer than the average six-incher, but thickened just past the head so it felt like an eight or nine-incher in girth to most assholes I fucked. I persuaded him to suck me off during lunch which he did in a stall of an out of the way mens room. He was a surprisingly good cocksucker who readily swallowed my seed, which, of course, I hadn't told him was toxic. Still I knew there was little chance I would poz him if he was only giving me a blow job, but even so I let him suck my cock at least once or twice a week, just for the good feeling of establishing myself as the man and him as the punk. Oh, I guess I also enjoyed using his mouth as a convenient receptacle to get my rocks off in. After a few weeks I let it slip that I wouldn't mind fucking his ass, but I added "But only if you're neg." He replied "I guarded my ass well 'cause I don't want to be pozzed." "I always use rubbers when fucking a guy" I commented, but neglected to tell him I was poz, and he didn't ask me as to my status, so I assumed he took that my healthy clean-cut looks to mean I was neg. Anyhow, we made a date and a week later, after work, we met-up. I called a cab and took him to a cheap hourly motel where, once inside the room we hugged and kissed as we had a couple of times before when he sucked me off. We stripped and hugged and kissed some more. I then had him suck my dick to full hardness, leaving it wet with his spit. I produced a condom, opened it and began to put it on while he climbed onto the bed, laying on his stomach. While he was making himself comfortable I slipped off the condom, added a little lube to his spit on my hard dick and mounted him, telling him "I'm going to enter you now. Relax your ass and kind of push out like you're about to take a shit and it'll go in easier with less pain." "Okay," he replied. I lined-up my dick to his hole, adjusted my position and pushed the head in. Of course he flinched a little. I then shoved it in another inch or two so the thicker part of my shaft entered and stretched his anal ring. He flinched and yelped and I held my position while he got used to it. I wanted to have both pleasure for my penis and put pain to the punk, but I didn't want him to scream bloody murder so the whole neighborhood could hear. After a minute, (which seemed much longer), I drove it home right up his ass. He yelped and whined from the pain of my swift penetration. I lay on his back to keep him pinned down, as well as to get him used to my cock, even though I generally prefer to start right in pounding the assholes to rip 'em up inside, but with tighter holes I didn't need to work hard to tear them up, and honestly I was enjoying the sensation of his snug ass wrapped around my weapon. I flexed my dick in him a few times, enjoying his reaction, especially how my dick stretched his already stretched-out hole. I thought about a black friend's nine or ten-inch cock, and found myself initially moving slightly in and out, but gradually lengthening my stroke and speed. I varied my approach, but avoided working myself up to orgasm because I wanted to split his rectal tissues as much as possible, certainly until I figured enough blood was flowing to ensure easy passage of my virus into his bloodstream. I had fucked a neg size queen who hadn't been fucked in a couple of weeks. The queen's hole had been as loose as a woman's vagina, was a lousy fuck and failed to sero-convert. Three months later the queen still tested neg, but I was determined to convert Bobby, who was definitely in pain. After all, he had mentioned he got fucked maybe once a month or less, usually by men with small to average dicks. I pulled almost all of my dick out of Bobby to check it, and in the process saw just a trace of pink so I rammed a series of hip-snaps in order to rip his rectum some more and checked my dick again. It was covered with a better layer of pink so I began piston-thrusting in him, grinning to myself as I pounded away. I felt good. My dick felt good, almost like a piston in a cylinder, as I took pleasure in fucking Bobby. Knowing how he would suffer added to my thrill. Knowing that many younger guys weren't as diligent about taking their meds as we older men are, and thinking of how he'd decline in health and suffer in years to come, mostly from the result of my mighty meat pumping my life-changing virus-filled cum into him. I fucked him faster, taking full strokes, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass. I was closing in for the kill, getting ready to fill him with my HIV. The thought excited me more as I fucked him. I got close and then slowed my pace a bit. I had discovered that slowing as I reached orgasm enabled me to shoot more cum for a few more seconds which also felt great not to mention how even better my dick felt ejaculating. I adjusted my pace, got closer and felt my nuts draw up and my cum begin its journey from them through my dick, into his ass and into his bloodstream. My penis erupted in pure pleasure, shooting spurt after spurt into him. I held it still a moment as half a dozen spurts filled him and then resumed thrusting in a series of hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my load up his ass and mash my virus-carrying sperms through the fissures in his anal walls created by my early-on thrusts and into his bloodstream. My dick felt absolutely fantastic flooding him with my potentially deadly disease. I rested on his back, my thick dick still buried balls-deep in his sore ass. I felt good and could feel the naive punk massaging my dick with his ass muscles milking my cum out of my dick into him. I thrust a few times more to further force my virus-laden sperms and semen into his rectal walls and bloodstream. The afterfuck was nice especially because I was doing my best to infect him. I took a nap on his back with the intention of reloading and adding a second load of virus to further make sure I infected him. Over half an hour passed and my dick was till nominally hard so I began with short strokes while thinking of him years later suffering in some hospice or in an alley looking like discarded trash. Soon my dick was rock hard again, but this time I didn't need to work his rectum; I had only to fuck him and enjoy getting my second load of HIV off in his ass. I fucked him for about ten minutes and had a great feeling second orgasm in his wrecked rectum, my penis pulsing with pleasure with each spurt of infected cum I shot off in him. I thrust slowly while shooting and then rammed a series of hip-snaps to finish the job. Again I rested and felt a warm feeling of having enjoyed using him for my pleasure while fucking-up his future which furthered my pleasure. About twenty-five minutes later I pulled my softening dick out. It was coated with a nice pink mixture of cum and blood. Grinning, I told him to get up and suck it clean. He was a bit shocked at seeing my dick but I asked him what the dick of the man who broke his ass cherry looked like. He said it looked similar and finally got on his knees and sucked my dick clean. After he finished sucking my dick clean I told him to kiss it and my balls. He respectfully did. I flirted with the idea of ordering him to swallow my load of piss, but decided I'd cross that bridge in an underground sex club later on. The most important part of the day was that I had a most enjoyable time infecting him by fucking him and getting my virus-laden rocks off in his ass, just to fuck him up. Things went on normally at work although we did notice how he walked due to the pain my thick dick and my good hard thrusts had put to his ass. "Looks like some man had a good time." someone said as a queue of us left the mail room after work a couple of days later. I had to keep from grinning and swelling with manly pride and then had to go to the men's room to relieve my hard on, that began bulging my pants. I would have liked to wait for Bobby to get off so I could at least use his mouth but he was too busy and there were no other bottoms to take care of my needs. I was about to go into a stall and whack off into the john when Ron came in to clean the restroom. Hearing him push his cart through the door I looked over the stall door to make sure it was him and came out showing my hard dick. "Hi Jerry. You do it?" he asked. "Sure did. Did you seen him in the mail room?" "Yeah. He looked like he took a bus up there," Jerry chuckled. We hugged and kissed and then he asked me to slide my meat in his ass. We went into the large handicapped stall where he sucked on my dick. We dropped our pants and he bent-over while I greased up my loggerhead, and positioned myself at his ass. Ron was in good shape, although on the skinny side, but he was always skinny unlike Joe who weighed almost a hundred lbs. more than did Ron. I entered Ron, hilted myself in him and fucked him. He was a good fuck and I relished the opportunity to fuck him, as I knew Ron saw himself as a lowly peon, who was fortunate to be fucked by a high-status. I fucked him for about ten minutes and then blew a good load up his ass. It occurred to me the orgasm was especially good, given that I blew my load into an ass that was the same HIV status as my dick. I fucked him until I stopped cumming, pulled out and let him suck my dick clean. Unlike most assholes he willingly drank my piss before sucking off of my dick, leaving it clean and dry. Then Ron kissed my cock and my balls, we pulled up our pants, hugged but didn't kiss, but thanked each other. Then I left, my needs for the afternoon satiated. Almost a month later Bobby called in sick saying he had a bad flu and that he felt like he'd been beat-up in an alley. Upon hearing about him my dick hardened in my pants. Fortunately I was in my office at the time seated at my desk, so no one could tell I had an erection. During break time I found Joe who was happy to suck me off. He always gave me good head and I enjoyed an excellent orgasm in his mouth thinking of how Bobby was feeling worse than shit. As had Ron, after he swallowed my load, Joe respectfully drank my piss, and kissed my cock and balls before I pulled my pants back up. Bobby returned to work a month later but only because they hadn't yet hired a replacement. He looked beat and when we were alone, he said that he likely had HIV, but that he would wait three months before he was tested. I felt he was fit enough to resume sucking me off a few weeks later and persuaded him to get on his knees and get his lips wrapped around my dick and get busy sucking me off. He worked there a couple more years, was on meds and apparently never realized I had pozzed him. As I predicted to myself, over the next two decades Bobby was a bit careless about his meds and his health deteriorated so he ended up on welfare in a group home. I, on the other hand, had stuck with my regimen, and had taken care of myself, so I was in good health. Over the years I had several promotions and then retired on a nice pension with benefits. I had pozzed a few more neg guys. Each occasion gave my penis perfect pleasure with each spurt of my poz jizz in the guy's negative hole. Some were bug-chasers, some didn't care, and some I stealthed. If I may say so, even at fifty I looked great so the guys were clueless as to my status and many bug-chasers thought I was neg. Ron and Joe were as diligent as I was but Joe did lose some of his weight so he was about 200 when I last fucked him. I was also able to line-up a few bug-chasers for them to knock-up. Watching those two hard working men enjoy the pleasure of fucking and knocking-up young neg and some old neg holes was a turn on. We also joined a team of fellow poz tops to gangbang bug-chasers a few times.

Joel picked up the bag I had thrown him earlier, looking inside he pondered the contents then reading the instruction popped a pill from each container, drank down a glass of water then went over to his laptop on the desk, opened up his web browser and proceeded to answer his e-mails and check on his Facebook. Joel then began researching the pills his godfather had given him, looking at the side effects and effectiveness studies etcetera. Joel then did what he never before even considered, while living at home, he did a search of gay web applications and sites, he grabbed his phone and opened play store and typed in gay in the search function, downloaded growlr, grinder, and guyspy opened A4A on his laptop and set up a profile, then began looking at all the available gay boys in his general location. His years of denying his homosexuality suddenly releasing the floodgates and his cock stood at full mast, leaking precum onto his sweat shorts. Before long his new profile had several views including a couple hot twink’s which upon viewing had Joel’s cock twitching and drooling even more, he smiled back at them, the hour was getting late although he wasn’t really sleepy so he went to lie down on the bed and flipped on the television over the armoire, flipping through the functions he raised that his god parents had a link to an external hard drive networked to stream movies, photos and music to the smart devices in the house. Joel searched through the movies then found an intriguing title, to which he hit play. The clip started out innocently enough with a couple of guys kicking around a soccer ball then they retreated to a home where they proceeded to caress and fondle each other, they were kissing and groping each other in their soccer shorts, when an older muscled guy comes in and catches them, then forces them to service his cock, Joel was rock hard, when the boys began jointly licking and sucking the engorged phallus and the older guy began moaning ”oh yeah get my juices flowing, lick up that toxic juice” Joel’s cock was flowing like he was pissing out precum, by the time the guy was alternating between plowing the two youths and they were begging for his Poz seed, Joel was almost ready to shoot when he turned off the porn playing on the television and crept down the hall to Ned and rick’s room, peering in the door he spied the pair about a foot and a half apart facing each other, he slowly crept into the room and climbed onto the bed between them then laid down on his back, Rick reached over and stroked his chest while Ned reached down to check the equipment. Rick rolled Joel onto his side and pressed his cock into Joel’s crack, Ned began kissing and caressing the boy as Rick slide his thick piece of meat home impaling Joel and causing him to grimace at the initial stab of pain. Ned rolled over and slid his ass down Joel’s cock, engulfing the phallus with his ass and gyrating his hips to fuck himself on the boy’s boner. As Rick fucked his godson he felt little regret at defiling the boy who had for years wiggled his sweet ass in front of the couple acting so sweet and innocent that and he knew this one was clean, unlike some of the others, Ned had brought home. Not to mention he could have never dreamt that his cute little godson would have such a sweet and fuckable ass, as he pumped into that ass he had to concentrate not to shoot to soon, Joel on the other hand was well on his way to the finish line as he was about to blow his negative load into Ned’s Poz hole, Ned moaned as he felt the monster in his ass swell and a warm sticky fluid jet out and hit his prostate causing him to jettison his Poz load onto the bed sheets, Joel’s clenching ass milking the load out of Rick. Joel fell asleep snuggled between us with ricks cock stoppering his ass from leaking too much until it shrank and withdrew from the boy’s tight ass only allowing a small amount of spooge to leak out. I fell asleep with two arms draped over my chest being cuddled by both Joel and Rick. Rick woke at his usual time and proceeded to fondle Joel before hopping out of bed to check his early morning internet haunts, stock quotes etc. Joel had rolled over during the night nestled between us and now had his ass turned up so that when I turned over my morning wood was in line to give him another shot of cream, I rolled over on top of the boy and slowly inserted my hard wood deep into his crack then wiggled it into his chute before beginning the pumping I and out of his tender hole, it only took about 5 minutes of fucking him before he began moaning that he was ready for release and begging me for my seed, I pumped my toxic load into his guts without slowing down or letting him know I was creaming inside him… I fained exhaustion and pulled out and rolled over just as Rick came back into the room and I had Joel join us in the shower where Rick allowed him to give his ass a try, Rick usually topped so his hole was tighter than mine and Joel didn’t last long while being milked by Rick’s talented ass muscles. After a exhilarating shower fuck we all dried off and got dressed for another day working and doing chores, Joel was running over to the college to meet up with some buddies from high school and to take care of some financial aid stuff, Rick went to work and I prepared for a exciting day of editing, some footage I really wasn’t ready to show Joel.