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Hey guys let me set the stage with this first chapter. ‐------------------------------------------------------' My first time was with a 65 year old fit silver fox. He was in the lobby of the hotel my folks and I were checking into for my cousin's wedding. It was as if his deep warm brown eyes could see right through me. His dimples and smile were intoxicating. I knew I had been cruised before; but, never this blatantly, and never with my folks at my side. We checked into our room and I couldn't get the image of this older sexy man out of my mind. I made an excuse to step out for some fresh air. Luckily he was still sitting alone when I got to the lobby. When I saw him smile in my direction I only hesitated a moment before making my way to the chair beside him. He wasted no time; "You are the sexiest young otter I've seen in a long time. Please come to my room and have a drink with me. " I grinned and responded; "Is it just a drink you are after?" "Oh that's definitely only a start. " I followed him into an elevator and was relieved to see we were going to a different floor than my parents room. He went directly to his bar fridge and asked if I wanted beer, wine or something stronger. I opted for stronger and two scotch on the rocks were prepared. He joined me on the couch, we each had our first sip and he leaned in to give me a sloppy passionate kiss. His tongue was in my mouth and I noticed the scotch delivered from his mouth was very enjoyable. We gulped large mouthfuls and sloshed them from mouth to mouth 'til he took both glasses placing them on the coffee table. Starting to unbutton my shirt he said; "Fuck kid, I'm already drunk on you. " "Yeah? Then fuck me daddy. " 'was that my outside voice ' rattled in my brain. We were naked in no time and his bearded jaw sucked in my erect seven inches. His right hand fingers went directly to my virgin hole. His left hand went to my mouth. Fingers soon slipped between my lips and were forced down my throat. They were quickly covered in saliva, removed and worked into my tight hole. 'Holy fuck this is moving fast. ' I thought. "Tight ass kid. How many cocks have been in there?" "None sir. " "Fuckin A ! You really a virgin?" "Yup. Never even sucked a cock. " "Wow! Well that can wait 'til I've popped your cherry. " "Holy fuck ... really?" By now he had me on my back, ankles at my shoulders; and, he was eating my virgin ass. My head was spinning from the scotch and unbelievable pleasure he was giving my hole. Soon he moved up my body and his thick naked cock was pushing against my hole. I swallowed a deep breath and he popped inside. I involuntarily pushed my ass further onto his thick eight inches before the reality of this situation sank in. I pulled off his hard on and begged; "Condom, please!: "You sure kid? Don't you want your first time to be special?" "Fuck man, this is special. Please. " He scurried to the bathroom and had the rubber out of it's plastic case on his return trip. I helped him sheath up his raging eight inches. He was soon back in my ass and even I could tell he wasn't as hard as he had been. "Fuckin condoms ... erection killers." I needed to make a quick decision. My ass was committed and not going to be satisfied with the direction this was going. I pushed him off me and ripped off the condom. Quickly moving I had his cock in my mouth, fowl condom taste and all. He quickly began to harden. "Nice boy. You're a natural. " I emptied my mouth and responded; "I need it in my ass again. Just promise you won't cum. " "I can't promise any such thing; but, I'll do my best." I moved to my back, feet in the air and his raw cock was inside me again. In no time he was balls deep and I was gasping for breath. Slowly he started moving in and out begging with his deep brown eyes; "You okay kid?" With a few more deep breaths the intense pain subsided and became more pleasurable than anything I had ever experienced. "Yes daddy, I'm fine. Fuckin fuck my hole man. You've picked my cherry!" With that he started to pick up speed and for the next ten minutes he pounded my ass silly. As his breath began to get ragged he grunted; "Almost got your virgin cherry ... ready for my load?" "NO! Don't cum ... not yet! Fuck me a little longer. I love your raw cock!" "Ooooh! Fuuuuuuccck ... too late ... breeding your ass boy! Fuuuuuuccck! Yeeaaahhh!" With each pulse shooting inside my no longer virgin ass I spewed glob after glob of my young cum between our bodies. With a few minutes to catch my breath I stammered; "Fuck daddy, why did you breed me?" "Couldn't help it kid. Besides you know you wanted the full meal deal. " "Fuck yeah, it felt so God damn good. But, NO! I asked you to promise. " "And I told you I couldn't. Planting my load was part of claiming your cherry kid. " "Fuck! Please tell me you are at least clean. " "Don't ever ask that again kid! So rude! I'm a don't ask and don't tell kind of guy. Hell, I'm probably poz with all the loads I've taken; but, I don't know and I don't care." "Fuck man! Fuck you! How dare you put me at such risk. " "I may have helped; but, you put yourself at risk kid." That's when I realized he was still inside me and starting to harden again. "Fuck you man! You want to breed me again don't you?" With an impish grin and his hand on my rock hard cock he responded; "Of course! and by all indications you want it to. " This fuck lasted an hour before he blasted his second unknown viral status load inside my gut walls. The next hole to be filled with raw cock and my youthful cum was his. It was 4 AM before I snuck back to my parents room. By then I had 5 of his suspect loads deep inside. Needless to say I was totally spent, exhausted and most of all, terrified!

Chapter 2 As I sat through brunch with my folks and relatives late the next morning I was an internal flood of emotions that I couldn't share with anyone. Joy and delight were huge. I'd fuckin lost my virginity finally. And the sex had been epic! A gorgeous silver fox hadn't just penetrated my virgin ass; but, I had removed his condom and encouraged him to breed me five times. Further, I pumped my young load deep into his ass. There was no doubt, I was no longer a virgin. But, at the same time I was flooded with fear. How could I have let it get so out of control? Not one but five suspect loads! Why had I allowed him to continue when he confessed he was "probably poz" and didn't care? Why had that declaration made me so fucking horny? I was terrified I might have allowed myself to be pozed my very first fuck. I was even more terrified by my asses lust for poz cum. I knew I desperately needed to get to a sexual health clinic A.S.A.P.. I also knew I didn't have a clue where to find one in this strange city and that family obligations would consume my day. I presume the wedding went off without a hitch. I really hadn't followed any of it. My imagination was consumed with images of having sex with all the handsome men in the bridal party. All four looked amazing in their classic tuxedos and I spent the entire service disrobing each of them and engaging in all forms of sexual activity. The waiter that brought us champagne for the toasts was a Draven Torres look alike. Even his quirky hair style. His tailored white shirt set off his v-shaped torso to perfection. One too many buttons undone showed off his strong olive skinned chest. His casually rolled sleeves betrayed a hint of sexy arm tattoos. And, his tight black dress slacks framed his gorgeous bubble butt. I couldn't take my eyes off him and just kept ordering more. After my third champagne I ordered a double scotch on the rocks. I didn't see him approaching from behind. I just felt shivers through my spine as his lips touched my ear and he whispered; "Meet me in the handicap stall of the men's room. " Quickly he was gone. As I entered the stall his shirt was already open and he was dropping his pants and sexy underwear. I was on my knees with his nine inch erection deep down my throat in no time. But, he pulled out of me, hoisted me to my feet, spun around, bent and presented his ass. "We don't have time to waist. Just fuck me. " "Should I use a condom?" "You probably should; but, I'd rather you didn't." "Lube?" He hoarked on his hand and rubbed it on my cock. "We're good." I lined up my raw cock with his perfect hole thinking 'I shouldn't do this.' His hole just sucked my bare erection into the hilt. I was amazed. My cock was immersed in warm, wet silkiness. It felt so wonderful and like it grew by three sizes. "You sure are wet. Has someone already bred you?" He laughed; "More than one ... four actually. The entire bridal party ... the men. It's a little game I play at these events. The two ushers and best man were easy. The groom took a little more work but he filled me about 15 minutes ago right here in this stall." "Holy fuck! You are one fuckin cum whore!" "Yup. Pick up the pace. Less talk more cum. I gotta get back to work. " It only took me a couple more pumps to blast my load into the ejaculat soup already deep in his bowels. When we had redressed he kissed me passionately and encouraged me to watch for his buddy. Another waiter. "He'll be very interested to sample you in this stall before the night is finished."

It felt weird being alone in my bed after Tommy left for work in the morning. He assured me he would be in touch and I really hope he calls me again in the next few days. I’d love to be the one to message him first, but I don’t want to come across too needy; after all it was only a Grindr hook-up and I shouldn’t read too much into it. As I lay here, hours after my last dicking, I can still feel my heart beat in my arsehole, throbbing away. In the last 14 hours I’ve let my guard down so much and surprisingly so accepting of his trickery. I mean, who uses concealer to hide a biohazard tattoo when they go for a random root. As I think about just this one depraved act I start getting hard. Realising how hot this was, wondering how many guys he did this to since testing poz 2 weeks ago. This time to myself has allowed me to process this experience, my time with Tommy and the plan forward. 100% bottom, tick. Cumdump, tick. Turned on by this poZitive experience, tick. Infatuated with Tommy, tick. Turned on by being loaded with poz cum, tick. Wanting more poz cum from Tommy, tick. Wanting as much poz cum as I can get, tick. These seemed to be easy for me to answer for myself, but the question that made me pause was, do I want more poz cum from any guy or just from Tommy. After stewing on this for a couple of minutes I guess the answer became clear – YES, yes I do want poz cum from anyone. BUT, Tommy must be the one that converts me, and I want to make him aware of this if and when he makes contact with me. That same afternoon I stumbled on a site called Breeding Zone, and I started scrolling through the forums, reading the experiences of other guys when chasing and then becoming poz themselves. Massively turned on by what people were writing and how open and honest the community were with each other. So enthralled by what I was reading, I almost jumped out of my skin when my phone started ringing. Could it be? Yes, it was Tommy. With shaking hands and butterflies in my stomach I answered the call. He asked if I was free tonight for a chat and maybe a play. Am I ever, I didn’t hesitate to say abso-fucking-lutely, with Tommy saying he’d be around in 2 hours. He ended the call saying ‘can’t wait to see you kiddo’. Being called kiddo really appealed to me, it felt great to be given a cute nickname so soon. After reading a few more forums on Breeding Zone I decided to go and ‘prepare’ for the evening. Tommy arrived a little early, much to my delight. We were all over each other as we made our way to the couch, sitting so close we were practically on top of each other. Tommy looked me right in the eyes and said that he loved our time together and was happy that we got along with ease. I of course started to melt into his chest as I moved in for a cuddle. I told him that I’d found so many parts of our encounter so hot, especially the concealer and obviously how he managed to get me to take a poz load, considering my initial plan with the tattoo scan of his body. I told him that I now feel free to play without fear, accepting my need for cock, cum and especially poz cum – all thanks to him. I then admitted my desire for Tommy to be the one that converts me and if possible that we remain friends or fuck buds at the least. Tommy grabbed me and forcefully kissed me, squeezing hard as he pulled us together on the couch. He said that he had a proposition for me, which had my attention instantly. He explained that he was really into me and would like to see where it goes, in terms of a relationship and would I be willing to accept a few conditions. Tommy felt my dick getting hard and smirked at me, saying oh your cock seems to be agreeing before you hear the conditions. We both laughed and I said alright, have at it then, what are these conditions. (Tommy) – I will love you unconditionally, I will promise to never hurt you, and we will be equals in this relationship except for in the bedroom. Sexually you will be my property. I will convert you, and once you test poz I will invite whoever I want into our sex life, you will get fucked by any man I say can fuck you, will we go to saunas and bath houses together or separate, we will go to orgies, I’ll arrange gangbangs for you and blindfold you while guy after guy breed you, we will go on holidays to gay resorts and places like berlin to take, and in my case give loads, truck stops and alley ways aren’t out of the question too. What do you think Tyler, are you up for this? Are you kidding me Tommy – that sounds amazing – look at the wet patch on my sweatpants, look how much you’ve made me leak just by asking that. Can we please start now, please fuck me and load me up with poz cum, let’s get this party started Tommy. I stood up, dropped my sweatpants and jockstrap and presented my ass for him to eat, his tongue getting deep in my now dry hole, void of cum. Tommy saying that my hole didn’t taste right, he said that his loads must have already been absorbed and we needed to fix that right away. He picked me up and carried me upstairs, but surprisingly he carried me to the bathroom and not the bedroom. After putting me down he told me to get on all fours and to pull my cheeks apart so my hole was exposed. Oh, no need to tell me twice, quickly doing as I was told. I looked back over my shoulder to see him take my toothbrush and aim it for my arsehole while saying he needed to prepare my hole, scratch it up so that his poz swimmers could get into my bloodstream and expedite the conversion process. Oh fuck babe I said, that’s so hot, clear a path for your poz babies, I don’t care how much this hurts, make a mess of my cunt babe. Oooooooffffff I hollered as he jammed the toothbrush into my hole, digging it around, side to side, in and out, twisting the entire time. He repositioned himself so that he was in front of me as he stabbed the toothbrush in and out of me relentlessly. The sight of his cock in front of me was hypnotising, drooling poz precum. I stuck my tongue out and lapped up all the juice before taking his cock into my mouth, sucking that salty poz goodness right from the source. After about 15 minutes of this he pulled the toothbrush from my arse and I inspected the damage, sure enough the toothbrush was covered in blood, Tommy planted a kiss on my forehead and said come one kiddo, lets fuck you up for good my adorable little pig. He flipped me onto my back on the bathroom floor and threw my legs over his shoulders, telling me that a toothbrush will be part of our routine now and that he won’t be using lube again until I test poz. I smiled at him and said do what you’ve gotta do babe, I’m all yours, poz me already. He rammed his 9 incher into my bloodied hole, eliciting a scream from me due to the pain. After just a minute or so Tommy ripped his cock from my hole and told me to look at it – sure enough it was covered in not just a pinkish slime, it was covered in blood. Tommy then rammed his cock all the way home again. This wasn’t a fuck of passion, he was on a mission, all the while reminding me that once his swimmers take hold we will be an unstoppable bareback poz power couple. Sharing our gift with as many guys as possible, whether they knew it or not. Ohhhh babe was all I could say as he pounded my hole, as hard as he could, determined to make his poz babies take. Tommy then told me once I test poz he will be taking me to get a biohazard tattoo in the same spot as his. Yes baby, please tag me as a poz pig once you infect me, once you give me this amazing gift. Here comes my poz load kiddo, you’d better share this gift far and wide, with as many guys as possible. I’m your slut I said in reply as he grunted, shooting his load deep inside my fucked up, bleeding colon. Yes Tommy, infect me babe, I’m just a cum sponge to use and abuse from now on. Tommy locked lips with me and said he’ll breed me all night long, and that he has the rest of the week off to make sure we complete my conversion quickly so that he can share my soon to be poz cunt around town. There was nothing more for me to say other than, yes babe, let’s do this.

Chapter 3 As much as my waiter looked like Draven Torres his buddy was the spitting image of Dawson. What were the chances? Two hunky waiters so closely resembling such infamous bareback porn stars? The party was winding down when the Dawson look-a-like pulled up a chair beside me. "My buddy tells me you want to play. I'm Ben. Meet me in ten minutes." As I entered the handicap stall Ben pulled me into a passionate kiss that took my breath away. His hands got busy freeing my clothes and just as quickly mine were busy with his'. When my hand slid over his crotch I couldn't believe the size of the hardening object hidden inside. He smiled at me and simultaneously pushed down on my shoulders. Clearly he wanted me at eye level for the great reveal; and, I was not opposed to his plan. When the twelve inch monster was released it sprang out and hit my face. I took a firm grasp and fed it into my eager mouth. As I slowly worked it in deeper I had a bullseye view of the biohazard tattoo directly in front of my eyes. On his left hip was a scorpion tattoo. I'd seen enough porn to know what these meant. I needed to stop this now but kept right on sucking. Having fucked my face to gagging capacity he pulled his fuck bat out of my mouth. It was covered in slime. I was hoisted, spun and bent faster than the movement of humming bird wings. I could already feel his naked cock against my hole before I found my voice; "You need a condom." I was fishing one from my pants around my ankles. "That won't fit me bud. It'll tear before my head pops inside. " "Do you have one your size." "What do you think?" His mushroom head breached my outer ring as poppers were held to my left nostril. I was coached to inhale deeply and hold my breath as inch after inch of his bare thick manhood snaked up my vulnerable ass. I was too high and the pain had turned to pure pleasure. I couldn't protest or resist. In fact I found myself pushing back with every thrust he plunged in. "Greedy otter hole you got there." His voice rasped. "Fuck man, you're going to come out my mouth. " I grunted. "Speaking of cum, tell me where you want mine ... I'm ... getting ...close..." "FUCK NO, don't cum in me!" I screamed as rope after rope of his hot cum painted my torn intestines. He collapsed onto my back and remained plunged deep as my ass involuntarily milked every last drop out of him. "Please tell me you are medicated and undetectable." "Fuck you kid! You know what those tattoos mean. ... And that's the first load I've dropped in five days. You're so fuckin full of my toxic sperm right now. And, we both know my huge man meat toar you to pieces. Now tell me how much you love that." There was no hiding or lying as he was stroking my hard cock. His pumping started up again and I was powerless to hold back my moans of pleasure. "Yeah. That's what I thought. You love your guts full of my poz cum. You're coming home with me and my bud tonight. ... What do you say? ... Want me to give you more toxin here? Or you want to wait for later?" "Fuck man! You may as well do it now and later." "Right answer!" Ben and Draven lookalike took me to their walk up three blocks from the hotel. I spent the rest of the night taking and giving them and their hunky roommate loads. I lost track of numbers. As I hobbled back to the hotel with the rising sun I knew I couldn't hide the large tell tale wet spot on the ass of my trousers. I knew I needed to get to the clinic as soon as we landed home later that afternoon. If it wasn't already too late I needed to get my poz cum hungry hole with a treacherous mind of it's own on Prep.

Pozzed while Cruising 3 He withdrew and spun me around and we kissed hard and slipped me his number telling me to call him when I get knocked up. I looked at him with a quizzed look. “You’ll know” he whispered. He then arranged his clothes and slipped out of the big stall leaving me there naked with an ass full of cum. Poz Cruise 3 I sat there in the big stall still naked. My clothes scattered about with poz cum leaking from my used slutty cunt. In the last two days, I have taken two seemingly poz loads from two guys that I did not know, that I just met and may never meet again. However, I did have his phone number. I sat in a daze only to be startled out of my trance by the sound of the outer door being opened up. I scrambled to grab my shorts and shirt from the floor. Whoever came in stopped at the sinks, and I could see him looking in my direction. He was a tall, dark black kid. I think he caught me looking out at him cause he smiled and took the stall next to me. I thought about leaving, but he tapped his foot. So, I tapped mine, and without further conversation. He dropped down to his knees and slid his 8 inch black cock under the stall. I did what I do best. I dropped to my knees and inhaled his manly scent and swallowed his cock. I sucked his cock for just a few minutes when he pulled back and came over to my stall. I unlocked the door and he slipped in locking the door behind him. Still sitting on the toilet, dripping poz cum from the last guy I swallowed this new guy with a slutty fervor that I did not know I had. As near as I could tell this guy had no tattoos of scorpions or biohazard signs, but I knew he was going to fuck me whether he wanted to or not. His cum was going to mix with the previous guy’s cum. I was going to have a belly full of toxic baby batter. I sucked his large cock only pulling off to ask him to fuck me. His answer was to trade me places. At first, I thought he was going to suck me, butt he made me face away from him and he pulled me down onto his stiff cock. He knew he was getting a creamed pie. “I am going to give your cunt another load boy” he said. I could only grunt out a “breed me” with his thick cock shoved deep in my hole. “I want your load deep in my ass”, I breathed hard. “I am going to knock you up” he responded, and with that my cock was instantly hard and leaking again. Was he poz too or was he just playing the part. I did not know but I continued to ride his black cock until he held me fully impaled on his thick rod and I felt his cock unload torrent after torrent deep into my whore ass. In two days, I have taken 3 loads deep in my ass from 3 mostly anonymous guys in public bathrooms on campus. I imagine if I were caught I would be arrested and probably thrown out of school, but that was the last thing on my mind. All I could think of was where could i go to find the next cock? When he was done breeding my ass. He pushed me off of him, made me clean his cock of cum and ass. He then pulled up his shorts, opened the door and left me there on my knees wanting more. I scrambled to shut the door before anyone else came in. I got dressed and stuffed some toilet paper in my ass crack to stem the flow of cum leaking from my pussy. I decided to head back to my dorm, but I knew I was going to pass the other bathroom on my way. So I decided to make another stop there on my way back to the dorm. I had quite the hitch in my step after taking two massive cocks and I could feel cum slowly leaking out of my abused twat. Just as I was about 20 feet from the door, I saw another freshman from my dorm come out the door looking all sheepish like he been up to something. I waved to him, but he just kept walking albeit a tad ‘funny’. I made my way in and I was greeted by the same guy who had done me the day before. He smiled at me and watched me go to the center stall. He then took the one to my right. This time I decided to be the aggressor and I tapped my foot. He spoke up, “I fucked you here yesterday didn’t I?” “Yes!” with almost too much excitement in my voice. We bantered back and forth for a moment or two and it ended with him inviting me back to his apartment for more than just a quickie and for him to recharge after he had just fucked that other kid. We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. More to Cum I love the feedback and the hot chat Joey

Pozzed while Cruising 4 We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. In his apartment We walked across campus and all I could think was his tattoos of the biohazard and the scorpion which I thought were a tad aggressive for a college kid. A preppy college kid at that. He was over 6 foot tall, sandy blond hair, had a magnificent cock and was well-muscled. I noticed both girls and guys would check him out as we made our way through campus. His shared apartment was just a block off of campus near a pretty popular sports bar. He made the joke that it was too bad that I was underage to get in to drink, but he smiled. I know a guy that will get you in though if you want it bad enough. I will admit as we walked and talked, I was hard just listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to. He was charming and affable, but that all changed the moment we got inside his apartment. We were both a little sweaty as he led me into his apartment that he obviously shared with another guy. I dropped my bag just to the side of the door and he tossed his bag in front of the TV. He undid his shorts, pulled out his stiffening cock and grabbed me by shoulders pushing me to my knees so that I was eye level to his cock. He fed me his 8 inch hard cock and in one swift motion I had him deepthroated up with my nose in his bush to the point I could smell the other kid’s ass in his bush. He fucked my mouth for just a quick few minutes before he led me on my knees to his bedroom. We were naked before we got to his bed with our clothes scattered about his apartment. He put me on all fours on the edge of his bed. I could feel his fingers explore my used hole. He chuckled when he realized I had a load in me. He began to eat my ass. I only had one other guy do that to me and that was an older guy when I was in high school. I loved it and I begged for more. I heard the outer door open. I asked him to shut the door to his bedroom, but he just slipped his cock into my now well-fucked hole. He bottomed out in me as I heard, what I assume to be his roommate, at the door. “New convert?” I heard a voice say from the doorway. As I heard clothes being taken off. “Yeah, I fucked him just yesterday in the Union, and he came back for more today after getting a load or two earlier.” my barebacker said emphatically. “HOT!!! Mind if I get some too?” he asked from the doorway, already naked and not waiting for an answer. The only reply he got was the guy fucking me pulled out and gave him access to my bare ass. Neither one caring what my answer was going to be. I never even saw the face of my of my new fucker, btut I knew he had a cock just as bigh if not a bit bigger than the first guy. Which I still do not know his name, but I guess I knew him well enough to let him fuck me twice. They took turns fucking me for the next 30 minutes edging themselves inside my ass. When one got close to cumming he would give the other another turn in my well fucked boi pussy. Meanwhile they had fucked the cum out of me once and I was hard again. They would spit on their cocks when I needed some lube, never once letting me off of my knees. They kept dropping hints like this one will be a good convert. The other’s will like him a lot, he will turn so many guys and convert them too. I was puzzled as to what they were referring to. They chatted as if I was not even in the room let alone fucking me. “I bred another freshman today”, the first fucker said, “right before I brought this slut home.” I heard them high-five each other as the other admitted to breeding someone in yet another bathroom in yet another building I did not know about. That is when the roommate grabbed my hips, plunged his cock deep in my used hole and flooded me with what I now knew to be his tainted seed. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my ass as he unload torrent of poz seed in my soon-to-be-if-not-already poz hole. Once he was done, the first guy took back over using his roommates cum for lube pounded my hole. I collapsed on the bed with his cock still buried deep in me as jackhammered away at me. I came again, getting off on being used like a common slut, the thought of being pozzed and being passed around to some other guys. I begged for his poz load for him to breed me and turn me out. He held his cock deep in me as he came letting his cum mix with his roommates. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep while my ass just began to leak their cum. One of them slid a butt plug into my ass to keep me from leaking. I dozed off while they went off and did whatever. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. More to Cum Love the Feedback Always open to chat and/or phone Joey

Some would say being a cop is a power trip. They are not wrong. I've been known to throw my weight around once in a while. I do get off pulling some poindexter over in his brand new Tesla and testing his mettle. And yes I do wear the mirrored sunglasses so they can't see my eyes. I just stand still with my cop poker face and let them do all the talking. Most guys can not take the heat, they start babbling on and on. If they aren't too pathetic I might let them off. Occasionally one will give me 'that look', if he can take his eyes off my crotch long enough to look me in the face. And if I am in a really shitty mood I still give 'em a ticket after they've blown me. What can I say, power is addictive. So I did not bring in this particular poindexter, let's call him Dex. Art collard him on a charge of indecent exposure, caught the guy pissing in a car park. Not legal buddy. Of course no man in his right mind would give a shit about another man taking a leak where ever it was handy but the complaints from Miss Prude and Suzie Homemaker can get to be a real pain. This guy was a whiner. His excuse? Some medical condition about his bladder, unable to control himself, blah, blah, blah. Drink less or wear a diaper, I don't care. He made his problem our problem so voila, a trip to the brink. The thing about him is he's hot in a sort of nerdy professor way with his round glasses and tweedy clothes. I gave him a good look over and yeah, he had potential. I could imagine him getting off his charge if I got off in him. Art, the lazy fucker, handed him off to me so he could go feed his fat face. Fine with me. I wanted feel this guy out, see if maybe he'd like to make a deal to go home without an arrest sticking. He was a fidgety bugger constantly looking around and pulling at his tie. He asked a lot of questions and I knew he would do anything to get off. I made a point of eyeballing his wedding ring which he quickly covered with his right hand. I let him stew while I went to have a chat with one of the jailbirds. Stan was a frequent visitor to our fine establishment, mostly because he was a drunk. Once in a while he'd go too far and cause a disturbance. He was an okay sort of guy, not a nasty drunk and once I told him what I had in mind he was in. All he had to do was lean on Dex a little, some sexual innuendos about being in jail, what it's like on public watch lists, that sort of thing. Get old Dex in a panic and I'd swoop in and take full advantage of the paranoid academic. I made Dex hand over his tie, belt, vest and shoes. The last not because I had to but because I wanted him to feel as vulnerable as possible. His bespoke attire fitted him perfectly showing off a slim lightly muscled frame. Definitely fuckable. Dex was going home with my load, he just hadn't agreed to it yet. Luckily it was getting late and the station was settling down for the night. Lots of time to play with no distractions. Art walked by with a plate of pastries and gave me a long look over his glasses. He knew me too well and if I was going to drop a load he wanted his turn. Art had a monster cock so Dex was in for it if things went that way. Luckily for him I would be happy to warm up his hole with my normal size meat. It was comical to watch Stan playing devil on the shoulder as he whispered who knows what in Dex's ear. It made me hard. Poor Dex was practically sobbing as he imagined life as a convict. In our assbackward state someone convicted of public indecency is put on the same list as a sexual predator. Dex could lose his career over a quick whizz. Time for me ride in on my white horse, save the day and get some ass. I removed Dex from the cell to have a little chat. The man was visibly relieved to be away from Stan. Can't blame him, Stan reeks of cheap beer and cheaper gin. I let the silence hang until he broke down and begged me for help. Bingo. I didn't mince words. I asked him if I helped him out of his jam what was in it for me. He stuttered as his mind raced to think of something. He was smart enough to not suggest money. I am willing to bend the rules but I am not that kind of policeman. "I don't know," he finally offered. "I just don't know. What do you want?" I grabbed my crotch. "It's been a long week. I could use a little attention." The bulge in my pants left no doubt what I was after. Dex gulped. "I don't think I could do that," he muttered, eyes downcast. I shrugged. "Just as well. I don't think I could risk my career to let a sexual offender off scott free." "But I am not a sexual offender," Dex growled with some vehemence. He looked so sexy in his anger. "That's not what the law says. You broke the law buddy and now you are asking me to break it for you. Either way there is a price to pay, now or later, it's your choice." I lewdly groped myself ready to end the chit chat and see what his pouty lips looked like wrapped around my engorged cock. I was so hard by then the tenting looked obscene. Dex deflated. "I can't. I won't. Take me back to the cell." I wasn't worried. We had all night to play this game. Happily for me the cell had two new occupants. Stan was talking to a scary looking piece of white trash with neck tattoos and in the corner sat a sullen punk with eyebrow piercings and a mohawk. Dex moved as far away from the other men as possible. I went to talk with Art. "Any luck," he asked. He had red jelly in the corners of his mouth. "Almost there. He needs a little more persuasion. Why don't you try your lawyer bit." Art adjusted his crotch. Having eaten Art was always in the mood afterwards to bang out a load in a willing hole or even a not so willing hole. Art was a slob but he was also a genius at manipulation. He grabbed a stack of papers. Didn't matter what they said he would make it up as he went along. Again I did my peeping Tom bit as he talked things over with Dex: the trial, public notices in the paper, public defenders vs. lawyer's fees, likelihood of a guilty verdict, life on sexual predator list, probation, on and on. Fairly devastating stuff. Dex seemed to shrink in on himself as he asked Art to get me. He was mine. I strolled in and asked Dex what he wanted, like I had no clue what he could possibly want from me. Making him squirm only made my dick throb. The power trip thing. He mumbled something not wanting the other jailbirds to overhear. I wasn't having it. I made him speak up. He wanted my deal but, smart man, he wanted clarification. I made it easy. If he could suck me off to completion he could go home, that simple. Of course the other guys perked up when they heard what I had to say. Dex winced at the loudness of my voice but nodded. I stood up straight, spread my legs and pushed out my groin. Dex's eyes widened, "Here?", his question was half whine half plea. "Why not, the boys here might like a little show." My grin was diabolical. I was in full top mode and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of me at that point. Time to use my authority. "Get on your knees and suck my cock or I am going to leave you in here with these horn dogs." Dex glanced around nervously eyeing the other men as they adjusted their crotches eager for the show to begin. I had to push Dex down on his knees. He didn't resist much. I ordered him to take out my cock. He was a robot, his eyes glazed over as he gave in to his fate and formed his lips around my meat. It was a terrible blow job but that only served to turn me on more. First time no doubt. I don't mind a little rough in my play, his teeth had a habit of getting in the way. The thing about me is I can rarely get off with a blow job. I usually need to fuck so if I can't blow with a good cocksucker at work what chance did Dex have at coaxing out a load. And that was the deal; to completion. My nut was so firmly gelled in my balls there was no way Dex was going to be a free man any time soon. It was going to have to be his ass. Patient man that I am I let him polish my knob for a good long time before I informed him that he was going to have to change tactics. It took a moment for that to sink in. He begged for a few more minutes. To give him credit it was a better effort. He must have reached deep to remember what he likes. He massaged my balls (loved it), used more tongue (got my pre cum streaming, better for him when I cornholed him), and stroked my shaft. Maybe I could have shot being so turned on by abusing him but I held out. Like I said Dex was going home to his wife with my load warming his guts. Dex was the one to admit defeat, breathing hard and settling back on his haunches he gave me a pleading look but I was not feeling charitable. My cock was throbbing and leaking and ready to rut. "It's time buddy, let's see your hole." Robotically he stood and dropped trou. He had a runner's ass, tightly muscled and hairless. I had to cuff on the back of the head to get him to bend over. A shove moved him over to a bench so he could brace himself. This was going to be a bit of a grudge fuck. He made me work more for his ass than I cared to and I was going to show my displeasure by hammering his hole. Normally I am not a big fan of a spit fuck but it was no time to be fussy. I spat on his crack and started working my meat into him. He took it like a champ, not a word or moan as I steadily pushed my cock into the heat of his ass. I might be an asshole but I am not a brute....well most of the time. I eased in letting him get used to me before I started the fuck. Of course once I got started Mr. Nice made way for Mr. Breeder! Dex had the bench in a death grip and the rhythmic sound of it knocking against the concrete wall was a musical accompaniment to the banging I was delivering to his rapidly heating hole. He felt fantastic! Tattoo Neck and Punk were eyeing the scene eagerly. Both were hypnotically rubbing at their groins while they waited their turn. Stan had his cock out and was openly masterbating. There was no way Dex was leaving that cell without at least five loads buttering his hole. Art would be showing up any minute but I was in no hurry to relinquish my bottom. Dex's hole held me tight in its velvety grip and I could have sworn I felt him push back a couple times when I paused with only my tip buried in his ass. My nuts started to pulse signaling they were ready to release their contents. Punk came forward to wedge himself onto the bench and push his meat down Dex's throat. The evil grin twisting his features as he throat fucked the poor bastard was a spur to my own efforts. I fucked harder pinning Dex between us. I hit that sweet spot of no return and my sack tightened, my cock pulsed. "Take it! Take my load motherfucker," I growled thrusting harder and harder while my manhood raged and spewed its seed deep into Dex's guts. My cock continued to pump and throb with each stroke and the pleasure that enveloped me made me weak kneed. Depleted I stepped backward only to be pushed aside by Neck Tattoo who eagerly plunged his turgid member into Dex's dripping hole. "Fuck yeah," the jailbird sang pistoning into Dex like a machine. Dex gagged around Punk's dick desperate for a breath of fresh air. The delinquent held tight getting off on gagging his cocksucker. Punk's eyes rolled back and he shuddered dumping his load into Dex's throat. The man struggled as he futility tried to knock the confining hands from their constricting grip. Punk held on while he got his nut and cum oozed from both Dex's nose and tightly stretched lips. Neck Tattoo became inflamed with lust battering his fucker with bruising force and bellowing his enraged desire with primal shouts sending Art running into the room. "Well goddamn..." he trailed off as he witnessed the brutal scene. Dex was limp and Neck Tattoo's arms bulged with veins in an effort to hold on to his prize. Punk sat back and surprisingly held Dex's face to his own so he could tongue the man's mouth for a taste of his own cum. The howl of Neck Tattoo's release pierced my ears as I adjusted my package and prepared to zip and buckle up. Stan took his turn sadly ejaculating after only a few thrusts. He came with a whimper then staggered back against the wall. It was time for the real show to begin. Art stepped up to bat and struggled to pull out his truncheon. He was at full mast and the enormous fuck stick had trouble clearing the too small fly. Art had to push his pants down to his knees revealing his fat pimpled ass and pudgy thighs. Out sprang the monster. It was a good thing Dex couldn't see what was coming. There was simultaneous whistles when the men caught sight of what Art sported. Gay or straight there was no man on earth that wouldn't appreciate the size and girth of Art's cock. It looked unreal. Dex's ass suddenly seemed way too small to ever accommodate such a monumental fleshy edifice. He had no choice. Art may have been a fat fuck but he needed a lot of muscle to haul around all that extra blubber. He was a strong s.o.b. and if he wanted in your hole you had better be able to run fast cuz if he caught you....game over. We all inched closer to see the action. Dex was panting, head down, waiting for it to be over. It wasn't going to be over anytime soon, Art was a long haul fucker. What is it about guys with big dicks? They can fuck forever. Art lodged his knob in Dex's crack and began to push. "Ooooh shiiiit," Dex groaned and he held on to the bench like a life line. To his credit he didn't try to get away, stood his ground while Art forced his meat balls deep in Dex's cummy hole. It was a sight and my little buddy started to re-inflate. Punk and Neck Tattoo were flogging their dogs, a look of maniacal lust shining in their eyes. Stan had passed out, his cock still out slowly drooling the last of his load across a hairy thigh. I was mesmerized by the sight of Arts fat cock stretching Dex's hole. The fat bastard wheezed and grunted as he fucked. He was going to croak someday with his dick buried in some poor slob as his heart imploded. I imagined that would be the way he'd want it. Dex was moaning and his legs shook with the exertion of holding his ground while be ridden hard by the rotund Art. Sweat dripped from both men and I suddenly felt the need to fuck. I looked over at Punk and caught his eye. "You want to get out of here tonight?" He nodded. I waved my cock at him. " Get on this and you're out of here." Punk was smart enough to know the score. A blow job wouldn't do and he dutifully presented his hole for me to plunder. I spit and smeared it across his pucker with my already leaky cock. "Go for it man," Punk ordered, "If I can take it from my old man I can take it from you." Alright then. I viciously rammed my meat into him. I might not be hung like Art but my endowment is nothing to laugh at. Punk felt every inch of my manhood as it battered its way into his guts. Just for the hell of it I gave him a reach around and the horny little bastard was as hard as me. Take it my ass, he liked what daddy and I had for him. Art and I fucked. Neck Tatoo beat his meat, the other hand inside his tattered t-shirt abusing his nipples. Punk beat us all to the punch. I had continued pulling on his pecker while my cock made love to his prostate. He shouted as he came and the grip of his orgasming ass on my dick was incredible. My eyes snapped shut and I gasped for air as my second nut coursed it's way through to paint Punk's insides with its beautiful gooey whiteness. Coming down from my orgasm I noticed the streaks of jizz across Punk's back. Neck Tattoo was panting hard and milking the last drops of his load from his uncut penis. Art was still fucking but he was close. It was a silent cum and without a dramatic finish. As always he was suddenly done. His balls emptied spilling their massive load deep in Dex's abused hole. The glory was in the pull out and I made sure to have a front row seat. Art stepped back his glistening shaft slowly uncovering itself as inch after inch retreated. And then the reveal. Dex's ass seemingly reluctant to release its tormenter spasmed and then gaped as Art knob popped free with an audible squish. Cum gushed before his hole could close and his balls were awash in a creamy flood of semen. I was tempted to have a lick, as always, but wouldn't give Art the satisfaction of knowing I wanted to have a taste of his baby batter out of Dex's sweet hole. The post coital energy in the cell was a bit awkward as we all wiped, zipped, buckled and straightened our clothes. All except Dex. He had collapsed across the bench his bare ass shiny with sweat and crack oozing cum. Art snorted and meandered off, probably to go find a cup of coffee and a bundt cake. I hauled Dex to his feet and the bathroom. When he finally emerged he looked none the worse for wear and seem rather chipper for a man who had just been buggered by five men. Art poked his head into the room to inform us that Dex's ride had arrived. I bet you thought I was going to let the poor bastard fry. Nope, I had my fun. I'd already called the guys contact number before I got into his pants. Yeah, I can be a softy too. I had a look into the lobby but only saw a biker looking dude in full leather. I asked Art where Dex's driver was. "That's him," he replied crooking his stubby thumb in the direction of the only man in the lobby. I stared at Dex. "Is that right?" Dex bobbed his head around me to look in the lobby. "Yes," he admitted, "That's my husband." Both Art and my heads jerked back in shock. We took another peek at the mean looking bastard in black boots, chaps, jacket and hat. He was tall, steely eyed and his full beard was flecked in grey. Dex held up his ring finger. "Married five years ago," he turned his hand over as though admiring his bling. "I wasn't too keen but being my master I had to obey. He wanted better control over my income and assets, marriage was the best way to do that." Art absentmindedly chewed on his cake and slurped coffee as he pondered the matter. My perplexed brain was busy re-thinking everything I had assumed about good ole' Dex and I couldn't help but smile at my own ignorance. Dex had a parting shot as he went out the door. "I should thank you boys. If I come home without a pre-loaded hole I have to sleep naked at the foot of the bed." His grin was wide and satisfied. "All the loads banged into me tonight should be good for a few nights between the sheets." With a wink and a nod he joined his man and was gone.

Took two anon loads last night. The first time me was with this slim tall and ripped Mexican guy I met at the gym. I kept checking him out the whole time and I finally talked to him when he came over to workout next to me. He wore a tie dye cut off who you could see his pics abs and cut no problem from the side and I just couldn’t stop staring. Told helm his body is fucking amazing and he said it gets better. I asked him what he meant and he just looked down at his sweats. I laughed and I bet it does and his girl is the luckiest chick in town. He grinned and said no girl around but I might get lucky. I told him to stop messing around and just teasing me. He said he’s not he hasn’t busted in two days and he would love to breed. I told him he can knock me up right now if he wanted. He said let’s go to the massage room and get lucky. He went first and then I followed we closed the door and he pulled his dick out and I started to suck him he got boned after a few min of deep thrusting his 10 inch dick. He said he’s about to ram me so keep quiet. Spat on his dick and on my ass while I laid on my back on the table. He got between my legs and pushed his dick in me sliding inch after inch inside me. Started fucking faster and faster adding more spit. He has pounding me and I was trying to keep quiet. I reached down to feel his hot sexy abs while he was balls deep digging me out. He told me he was going to cum and I told him to bust in me every last drop. She grabbed my shoulders and slammed his dick deep in me and began to shoot rope after rope in me I moaned as he moaned. I laid on the table as he got dressed and said catch u around slut. And left the room. I got dressed and left few min later. on my way back hole I stopped by Walmart and needed to piss. I walked into the bathroom there was a black leaning with his back to the wall by the stalls sagging pants black jacket durag and PSD boxers on with his hand on his bulge and he was on his phone. We made eye contact when I walked in and I took a second to check him out slim dude about 6’2. I went over to piss and he walked over and he asked if I was RawRider19 and I was like nah but I do love big raw dick in me. He said he’s been waiting for over an hour for that guy but seems like a no show . So I asked him to show me his abs and that dick and I might let him fuck. So he opens up his jacket had some slim ripped body on him and had a nice 9 dick too. We went to the handicap stall. I sucked that dick and let him fuck me bent over and then against the wall. He pumped my ass could definitely hear him clapping my cheeks. After some time he pulled me in on his dick and started busting inside me no warning or anything but I could feel his hot dick jumping inside me as he came. He let out a long soft moan and said that my pussy was so fucking wet it was perfect. Told him it was still full from the previous guy that bred me. He said it was fucking good and I’m a great slut. Told him his dick felt amazing and loved taking his seed. He walked out in a way better mood than he was when I walked in. I took two big load in me home that night and kept them in me all night.

Chapter 3 Dad reached around me and opened the door. I let him walk out first and I followed suddenly feeling very exposed in the small towel and nothing else. I had to adjust to the dark a little again and I rationalized as we walked that people wouldnt get a good enough look at us to know that we were father and son. But my brain was on overdrive trying to process this night and how I got there that I didnt realize I wasnt paying attention to where we were going until I felt dad grab my shoulder and ask me, "You with me Coop?" I focused and just nodded. "Yeah dad. Sorry." Dad looked at me and took a deep breath. "Did I rush you? Would you rather settle yourself in the room and then go out when youre ready?" I didnt know how to respond and I realized I never would have made it five minutes in here if I had been alone. "I dont really know dad...I..." I couldnt explain what I was feeling. A mix of excitement and fear and the after effects of the shock of being here with him. "Oh I'm sorry Coop." Dad put his arm around me. "Let's go back to the room and you can take your time. I don't know what I was rushing us out for. Come on." I could feel the heat of his body as he held me to his side. What dad couldn't have known at the time is how much it turned me on whenever a guy put his arm around me like he was doing. I think it was always the feeling that another guy wanted to be close to me even if it wasnt sexual for him. It felt intimate and that was what I was looking for with another guy. And even though this time it was my dad I could still feel that same stir in my cock that I always felt. Before it got embarrassing he pulled his arm back so that we werent taking up too much space in the narrow hallway. Overall, it seemed to be a pretty quiet night, but as we walked back we went down a couple of halls that had more guys walking around on their own. There were a couple I noticed and one who I made eye contact with. A guy who looked like he was in his 30s with a hot body. Nothing was said but I felt the electricity of his look and the fear that gripped me almost immediately. It made me glad to be with dad so I could just say I was following someone else. If he stopped me I wouldnt know what I would have said. Dad was right. I was probably too nervous to make tonight what I fantasized it would be so being here for the first time with someone I knew was probably the best thing that could happen. But nothing did happen with the stranger in the hall even though he locked eyes with me the entire time. We all just kept walking opposite ways. I think dad was focused on getting us to his room. He didnt even seem to notice any of the other guys we passed on the way. Finally we were back to the room and we went inside. I sat on the bed and he shut the door. This time he was the one leaning against the door. He looked at me and I couldnt read the expression on his face. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah sorry dad." "What are you sorry for? There's nothing to be sorry for. You seem nervous. Is it me? Is it something else?" I shook my head. "I dont know. I mean actually I think its everything really." Dad nodded. "Would you rather I left?" "No dad stay. I'm actually glad Im not here alone." The look that came across dads face was relief. "Ok Coop but you can always change your mind ok? Just say the word and I'll go home." "No its fine dad. Really." Dad came and sat on the bed with me. Pretty quickly the silence in the room became awkward. Out of that awkwardness came my courage. "Hey dad? So if youre here every Thursday what do you do?" Dad was silent long enough that I thought he was just going to pretend that he didnt hear me and Id either have to ask again or just forget about it. But once we entered awkward silent phase two, dad spoke. "I guess it really depends on who ends up here when Im here. Sometimes theres no one here and I just....entertain myself. Sometimes I watch some guys fool around and then sometimes I hook up with one or two guys myself and someone else watches." "Someones always watching?" "No not always but a lot of guys will at least stop to check it out." "So then should I go so you can have your fun instead of managing my anxiety?" "No no its fine Coop. Im glad I was here. Like you said its a lot easier to be here with someone you know." "Thanks dad." He tossled my hair like he would when we saw each other when I was a kid. "I know I havent been there for you much Coop. Im not gonna ditch you now. I promise." But that silence fell on the room again. I had no idea what to do next and it didnt seem like dad did either. Suddenly he sat up at the edge of the bed. "Coop. I am going to propose something but I dont want you to feel forced or anything so you tell me exactly how you feel ok?" I had no idea where this was going but anything to get us out of this silence would be great. "I get nervous at places like this too. Just like you. And sometimes I need something to give me a boost to get out there and do what I came here for. Do you think youd want to try it?" "Uh sure I guess if you want." "Theres one thing." Dad had already been talking low but he went down to a whisper now. "Its not exactly legal and Im not supposed to really have it here. We could get kicked out so we have to be quiet about it ok?" Now I was really curious. What illegal stuff was my dad doing? "Uh sure. What is it?" Dad reached under the bed and got his work bag. He reached in and pulled out a glass pipe and a small bag of what looked like chunks of crystal like shapes. I watched in silence as he filled the pipe with what was in the bag. He put the small bag back and pulled out a torch lighter. "Im going to take a couple hits Coop and if you want you can too. No pressure but for me it acts like a little push when Im anxious ok?" I nodded and just watched in fascination as he lit the pipe with the torch and waited for smoke to begin to form in the pipe and then find its way through the hole in the top. Thats when dad took his first hit and then his second, both times exhaling a massive cloud. "Wow dad" I said after the second hit. The clouds he blew out definitely peaked my interest. "Yeah you wanna try?" I figured this couldnt be too bad to try if dad was doing it. He must have been able to tell that I wanted to try because without having to say a word, dad put the pipe up to my mouth and lit it with the lighter again. "Hold on and wait until you see the smoke ok? Yeah now is good. Yup, just like that. Good, a little more. Ok now hold it in." I tried to do what I saw him do and held it before releasing it through my mouth and nose but I got in my head that I would hold it longer than he did. It wasnt a competition but I wanted to impress him. When it felt like it was time, I exhaled. "Nice Coop. One more." I repeated the hit and even tried to take in a little more from the pipe this time. The second cloud was bigger. "Nice" dad said again. "Lets give you one more and we'll take a break ok?" I just nodded. We went through the same steps again and I tried to beat the first two hits again. I released the hit but couldnt tell if it was the biggest. At that moment it didnt matter because the hits were taking hold of my body and my mind. There was a tingling running through me and I could even feel a stirring in my brain like the hits were opening something in my mind that was being released. Dad put the pipe and torch down on the table in the room in a bowl that held condoms and packets of lube. As he leaned back onto the bed I noticed that his towel was tenting. I dont know what I looked like when he turned back to me but something had changed. "Yeah Coop. Feels good doesnt it?" "Yeah dad. It does. You too?" I was staring straight at his crotch covered poorly by his towel. "Sure does Coop. Pretty good stuff I got. We'll do more in a minute." I nodded and then closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall as I let the hits continue to buzz through me. "Damn Coop guess that really worked huh?" I opened my eyes to see dad with a big grin on his face and thats when I realized that somehow without knowing I had opened my towel and began stroking my cock. "Oh shit. Sorry dad." At the same time I was apologizing I didnt want to let go of my cock. It had never felt so good to stroke my cock before. But dad didnt seem to mind what he was seeing. "No Coop. Youre good. Mind if I join in?" Dad pulled open his towel and I saw his hard cock for the first time. Thicker and longer than mine. It stood straight up as he grabbed it and began stroking it. I had never seen a mans hard cock this close and it happened to be my dads. He spread his legs a little bit further apart and his knee rested on mine. When our knees touched we both looked over to the other and our eyes met. "This ok Coop? We can stop if you want." I could tell he meant it. This was a weird time to understand it, but this was probably the first time I really believed that dad loved me. He was really looking out for me, he wanted my first experience to be a good one. "Yeah dad. Its ok. Its good." Dads smile got bigger but there was also something in his eye that almost looked sinister. Thats when he sat up again and grabbed the pipe and torch. "Up for a couple more?" I pulled myself to the edge of the bed next to him to indicate that I was. This time we both each did three hits but alternated. The tingling and buzzing or whatever it was only got more intense and the last hit I took felt like it went straight to my cock. I leaned back down on the bed stroking with my legs spread and my feet on the ground. Dad put the pipe and torch back into the little bowl but before he laid back next to me he stayed at the edge and looked me up and down. He put one hand on my thigh and I shivered. "Damn Coop. Looks like its working doesnt it?" His hand began rubbing my thigh slowly. "Yeah dad I think so. Feels pretty good." "Good Coop. Good. Looking good..." I tilted my head back again and closed my eyes enjoying this first high of my life. Suddenly my eyes flew open as I felt the sensation of my dads hand wrapped around my rigid cock.

Had a work trip to the LA area and an extra day before coming home. Fired up the apps to see what damage I could get to my hole. Early AM clean out and I was ready. I am a bear with a pretty nice white beard - so I get the guys who love to fuck daddy every time. Started with a TALL black bear on Growlr. He hit me up and came over. He was a great way to start the day putting me on all fours and pushing In and fucking until he was done. I used in a small plug to keep his load in place as my next visitor was in the hills of the area. it was a nice drive to find a nice bearded white daddy who has not had release in several days made sure load #2 was installed well. Replugged and headed to the hotel. My next caller was a white top with the ability to fuck, cum and two minutes later be hard again. All while moving me around and hitting every angle and then holding me close as she shot. I got 4 loads from him before he hit the door. Wow. Having set up a sniffles and BBRT, I had three more guys in the next few hours. The shorter Latino man was a slow start but girthy meat followed by and a well hung Asian man who felched some of my booty bounty before he replaced it with his own. The last man was a Latino who was longer the ones before. He was well hung and able to fuck non stop without cumming. After 45 minutes of a complete ass-ault (that gave me two anal orgasms to boot) he finally shot his load. I was wiped out …. 9 loads in a day is not my highest count (17) but it was an unexpected way to end a work trip! I need to get to LA more often.

Truck stop in Napoleon, OH -- I happened to stop off at one of the three just outside Napoleon to get some gas before heading home. I was wearing my typical tight black silky joggers that hug my ass tight, black pantyhose underneath (visible at the ankle if you're looking) and a little black hoodie. As I was pumping this trucker walked past coming out of the restaurant area and stopped to watch me quite a while. I wasn't sure if he was just liking what he saw, or was some "fag hater" so I was extra cautious. I had my pepper spray in my other hand concealed in my pocket by this time. He came over and got in close enough to speak but not be heard by others. "Hey I don't want you to get pissed, but damn if you're into guys I'd really love a romp on what you've got under those sweats!" Just as I was hitting the $29 mark and shutting off the gas I smiled back and said, "You're in luck. My gas tank is full and I have a tight tank that would love to be filled." He told me to be discrete, but watch where he walked, what truck he got into and then told me where to park and to meet me inside his cab. So after putting the pump up, he caressed my ass carefully and said "can't wait to pump my fuel into you" as he walked off. I watched carefully seeing him get into a private owned white and red sleeper cab with an unmarked trailer near the back of the lot. I made note of its spot and then proceeded to get in and go near to it, parking in the "car spots" near there as not to draw attention to what was about to happen. I waited a few moments to be sure no other truckers were walking around and made my way to his cab. Just as he'd told me, I got up on the running boards and entered on the passenger side. He was leaned over from the back sleeper area locking the door once I got in. He was a very handsome trucker - about 6'3", 240#, pretty well built chest and abs, nice and hairy. He had a little grey around the temples and sideburns but otherwise was dark haired and quite striking in the dim lighting of the cab. He said he could not wait, had to take his shirt off at least. I let him slip my hoodie off, but he left my silky undershirt on saying that it felt so good to his touch. After maybe 5 minutes of kissing and caressing I was on my knees caressing his hairy chest and abs and sucking on almost 7" of alpha male cock that was very thick. He had lots of precum for me, which is always a special treat as I find it to be much sweeter than cum and gets me into a frenzy of lust and desire when I am sucking it from a healthy cock like his. He said, "I'm so glad I guessed right that you might be into guys, with those tight pants and semi-sheer socks or stockings. Guys like you make me so damn horny." I told him I always dress like this, but that if he did me right tonight I'd make sure next time he was in the Napoleon stop I'd drop over wearing something even silkier, sexier and more naughty for him to enjoy under all these things. His hands just kept caressing my ass, feeling the satin finish of my joggers and almost trying to finger my ass through them. Finally I just begged him, "Don't make me wait any longer for it ..... fuck me. Peel me like a banana and just fuck me!" At first he only slid my joggers down to my thighs, until he saw I did have pantyhose on underneath. "Oh fuck baby I love men in pantyhose! Can I rip them open so you keep them on? I'll pay you for a new pair if you just let me fuck that!" I didn't need the money, they were a pair I was planning to toss anyhow after tonight because they'd lost their support in the legs, but I didn't tell him that. I just wiggled my ass invitingly and got myself into his sleeper and made ready. He ripped them open in the back and then shot cold lube all over my hole before I felt the head of his dick pushing on my anal walls. He lubed up his fingers and inserted them, opening me a bit, then wiped them off and re-started pushing his thick head into me. My body finally gave way and accepted his almost mushroom-like head into my ass. "Damn I was hoping you'd not be too tight. I gotta fuck this package!" Another few minutes and all 7" of his manhood was in me and making me feel all slutty as he caressed my chest and stroked my own dick a bit. He wanted me nice and hard so that I could cum as we fucked. I was already dripping my own precum as he slid in and out of me, occasionally almost popping out. He told me he was married, but had not fucked pussy in 7 years. He told me how he got into trucking because he needed to be away from her more days than he was home and while on the road began to watch porn, first hetero porn but then gay porn as he got harder and stayed longer watching a man fuck a CD, a tranny or a "shemale" as he called them. He admitted I was not his first by far, but that I was quite the sexy surprise since the Napoleon stop is usually only some fat guy and a couple of minorities that only suck dick and go. I told him if he makes Napoleon a "regular stop" on his route I'd make sure i was his "regular vice" coming here. I think he liked that idea because he began to really slam the hell out of me and moan rather loudly as he fucked me. So I did what all good whores should do, I encouraged it. "Yeah baby fuck me. Put that manly seed in me and make me your bitch, your pussy, your one-stop for relief!" That really got him going! We switched positions and I climbed on top for a bit to slow things down and make him last while we kissed and I looked over that chest. Gawd I love men with hairy chests and he had a GREAT chest! But he needed to finish me like a man finishes a whore, so on my back I went with my legs in the air missionary style. But it was okay, I got to caress his chest and look at him as he fucked me and beg him to pump his seed in me. Our 40-minute romp in the cab was coming to a close with a huge ejaculation burst into my anus and him squeezing my chest as he came. "Oh yes my hairy sexy stud I love it ..... I can feel your seed in me!" He leaned down and kissed me more as he kept shooting little spurts of cum into my ass trying to catch his breath. He pulled out and I could see a bit of pink on his cock - he'd made my walls bleed just a bit - the sign of a very hot fuck in my book! He reached for a lukewarm bottle of water and a plastic bucket and cleaned his cock off before shoving it back into my mouth as he told me he needed another go. I could not believe my luck! Most men at this point are done, but he wanted more. After getting hard again he once more mounted me and fucked me missionary style, this time his cock lasted almost 30 solid minutes of fucking instead of the 15-20 before he came the first time. Now he was spent. He laid on me kissing and telling me "you're a far better fuck than my wife of 26 years!" He was even kind enough to lick the sperm I shot onto my stomach into his mouth and "snow-ball" me several times. I came not long after his first fuck and twice (very small bits) as he was fucking me the second time. I didn't have an anal plug with me so I asked for some kleenex or other paper tissue of sort and plugged his seed into my ass with it. He offered me a cold bottle of water after we got done fucking the 2nd time and I swear he was trying to find stamina enough for a 3rd round! Poor baby was just spent. We exchanged cell numbers and he helped me look around to see that no one was watching and get out of the passenger side again before locking his truck for the night and turning in. About 4 miles down the road I got a text: "I have to see you again! I slipped something inside of your pocket. I know it's more than the cost of a pair of pantyhose, but hoping you can put it to several pairs as I want to see you often." I looked in my pocket. I won't say how much was in there but it was far more than the $10 I paid for my pantyhose. I texted him back telling him it was "way too much." "I hope it doesn't make you feel like I bought you. I just wanted to show my appreciation for what you did and hope you will use the rest as stated. I love pantyhose on a guy and I loved fucking you!" I sent back one more: "I loved being fucked by you. I will. Can't wait for your next trip through here. You call - I'm yours." He sent back "Of course! Night."

Hey fellas, I’m Tyler and I’d like to take you on a journey. My journey. A journey of naivety, acceptance, discovery and ultimately, depravity. I suppose you’d like to know a little about me? Well, I was 21 years old when all this began a few years ago – I’d only ever had one boyfriend, but had been single for a while. I discovered early on that I was a bottom, I loved everything about it – loved giving myself over to the guy pounding me. Even though I’d only had one relationship, I considered myself to be pretty experienced sexually. Boy was I wrong, I knew nothing as it turned out. My ex was great in bed, sweet 8 inch, thick cock that he’d slide into me raw, always leaving my guts overflowing with cum. Since breaking up with him I had met a few different guys on Grindr or Scruff, but I’d insisted on using condoms, as in my head this was what I was meant to do when no longer in a relationship. I left these encounters feeling as though there was something missing, I just wasn’t satisfied with the sex. Ultimately I realised it was because I wasn’t taking their loads inside me. This realisation scared me, as I wasn’t on PrEP and knew the risks. Like all guys, I loved porn and of course I’d mainly watched bareback porn. I knew what a biohazard or scorpion tattoo meant, I’d heard guys say things about their loads being toxic or dirty, or ‘you’ll remember this fuck forever’. I’d quite enjoyed this type of porn, but for me it was just porn and nothing more, it didn’t add anything to my jerk off session that regular bareback porn couldn’t give me. I’d started chatting to a guy called Tommy on Grindr – he was very quick to compliment me on my toned swimmers build, blonde hair, blue eyes and firm little arse. Personally I think I just look like your typical Aussie guy. After a few attempts to hook up, we finally managed to get a time that suited us both, so he came over to mine one Friday night. I was really looking forward to it. Tommy was stunning, 25 years old, very tall with nice muscles under his fitted t-shirt, 9 inch cock that was leaking heaps in all the pics he sent me. He had already told me that he’d prefer to fuck bareback, but would use a condom if I wanted him to. I had already decided before he arrived that I wanted to scan his body for a biohazard or scorpion tatt before I let him fuck me, no tattoo = no condom. I just assumed that all positive guys had one of those tattoos. We started kissing as soon as I opened the door, he was so hot and we didn’t hesitate to get undressed. His body was amazing, pecs, six pack, perfect V and of course that massive cock and not a tattoo insight – I was in heat knowing I’d be taking his load. I instantly dropped to my knees to worship his dick, sucking him like I hadn’t sucked a cock in a year, plenty of slurping noises and that delicious salty taste of his precum swirling in my mouth. While working over his cock I felt his fingers start to probe my arse, causing me to raise my arse higher so he could really get in there. After a few minutes of this he grabbed me under my arms, lifting me, kissing me and turning me around. Getting on all fours I presented my hole to him while reaching for some lube on the bedside table. I applied a generous amount of lube on my hole and his cock before I guided the tip of his magnificent 9 inch cock to my hole, no words were needed, I’d clearly given him permission to fuck me raw, and damn did I need a load in me, it’s been far too long. He didn’t skip a beat, gently applying pressure until my hole gave way to his thick cock, allowing him to slide inside me fully in one continuous, but controlled movement. Oh my, what a sensation as he picked up speed, I was in heaven. Tommy worked my hole over so damn well, I was squealing in delight. He fucked my hole for a good 20 minutes, there was a white froth leaking from my hole and clinging to the full length of his marvellous cock as he pushed in and pulled out, all caused by his cock leaking precum like a tap inside me, I was wet, real wet, and I loved every second of this incredible fuck. He leant down behind me, still fucking me, he started to nibble on my ear from behind me, then whispering that he was about to breed me. Just hearing those words triggered my orgasm, soon enough cum was shooting from my cock onto the sheets below me, my hole simultaneously clamping down on his cock as he fucked me. I hear him yell behind me ‘here comes my load kiddo’, as his cock started throbbing inside me. He collapsed on my back a short time later, trying to catch his breath, his cock still pulsing inside me. In that moment I felt complete, this was everything I wanted from a fuck, everything I missed in my most recent sexual encounters. It was confirmed, I was a cumdump; sex just wasn’t the same without being loaded up. He gently pulled his cock from my hole, cum leaking all over the place, fuck it felt amazing. We cuddled each other, talking and kissing as he fingered his load back into my hole, with it gaping after the fucking it had just received and I was living for it. It was so sensual, I just couldn’t help myself, I needed another load in me and asked Tommy if he could breed me again. He got this devilish smile across his cute face, I was smitten. This time Tommy positioned me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, I loved being able to stare into his eyes has he lined up his cock with my gaping hole. It wasn’t long before he was pushing his entire length into me. As he did this he said he’ll probably cum faster the second time around. I of course said fuck yeah, breed me whenever you’re ready. I was infatuated with his body as he fucked me, being able to see all his muscles flex as he pounded me was truly amazing. I started to tweak his nipples and grab his pecs as he fucked me, they felt amazing. I reached up, gently touching his face with my right hand only to find my touch had left a mark on his face. Confused, I looked at my hand to see there was something on it, but what? I looked up at Tommy, him smirking as he continued driving his cock in and out of my hole. I looked at his left pec again to see a shadow, I rubbed it, removing what looked like concealer. He bent down and started kissing me as he fucked me, when he lifted himself up he said ‘why don’t you rub it all off’? So I did and it wasn’t long before I was able to make out a biohazard tattoo under the make-up. I have no idea what expression I had on my face, but my cock took over and started erupting between us, spraying cum all over my chest and face. Tommy then picked up speed fucking me, becoming more vocal with me. There was no whispering now, he now sounded like those porn movies I had seen. (Tommy): Yeah you like that tattoo Tyler, I can see you know what it means and your involuntary orgasm tells me all I need to know right now. You want another poz load deep in your guts don’t you kiddo? I couldn’t hide it, I screamed at the top of my lungs, fuck yes, breed me with your poz cock, I need it, you own me, you own all of me, poz me Tommy. And with that, Tommy planted a kiss on my lips as he drenched my insides with another poz load. I thought I was in heaven after the first load, I was wrong. Now knowing he is positive made this load infinitely better. He stayed inside me as he cuddled me, my legs still wrapped around his back, looking me deeply in the eyes and asking if I was okay. To which I replied, you have no idea, with a massive smile on my face. I have so many questions Tommy, but for now I just want to enjoy this moment.

Last night, I was really realy horny, and my usual connections were quiet, so I decided to head down to Den in Broadbeach, so I decided to order an Uber. The driver picks me up and sees where I am going, and asks what role I like to play, when I said I was bottom, he then asked if I was horny and if so why not reach over and feel his cock, which was starting to get hard, and my oh my he was growing into a nice size cock, I started unzipping his pants to reveal his manhood, once it was out myheart started pounding and my lust was raging, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stretched across to start sucking his cock, I was sucking all the way to the Den, when he pulled around the back and parked up, told me to get into the back so he could fuck my hole, he was about to wear a condom when I said no you fuck me raw, he was happy to do so, he fucked me for about 15 minutes before he started groaning as his cock started to pulsate and fill me with his cum. I pulled my panties back on and slipped my shorts on, he asked how long I would be, course I wasn't sure as having 1 load in me already had me wanting more loads in me, so I said probably closing time, he said he would pick me up as he wanted to fuck me again. Went intothe Den and into the back room, went into the group section striped off and knealt down doggie style and waited. Think I waited 10 minutes before I had my second cock plunging into my cunt, the guy fucking me had a couple of mates with him, one of them stuffed his cock down my throat causing me to gag as I wasn't ready for it, I heard the guy that was fucking, that I was adirty pigas I was already loaded up to his friend, he came hard and deep inside me and told his mate it was his turn, his mate removed his cock from my mouth came to the back of me and as soonas he started to fuck me he was already dumping his load in me. As far as I know both left after that, leaving my hole slightly gaping and oozing cum out and down my ball sack and leg, because it was 7pm it was still early there so I remained where I was watching someporn and waiting for more people arrive. Soon another guy came along and started to fist my hole, calling me a dumb cum slut that needs his cunt loosened up, we started getting some onlookers as he continued to fist me, he had pushed is arm 3/4 of the way in, saying the cum makes really good lube, he pulls his arm out takes a photo of my gaping cunt, as he stuffs his cock in as my cunt started closing, he blew his load and handed me to another guy that could wait to get into me, whilst he was fucking me, a guy comes and asks if I was feeling hungry for some protien, being the whore that I am, I said yes, and started sucking this guys cock, he would pull out and wank a little then have me suck it again, soon he was cumming down my throat. The guy behind me was still fucking me hard and he was hitting my prostate causing my clit to dribble precum, must of been an half hour this guy fucked me, no sooner when he came in me and said this had been his best fuck in over a month, and told me to remain a good slut, another guy was sticking his cock into my well lubed cunt, he pulled his cock out told me to get up so he could lay on his back and have me ride his cock, as I started to ride it another guy came along and started spanking my ass, when he suddenly stood behind me and started to push his cock into my already filled cunt, he grab my wrists so I could push him away, sudden I had two cocks inside me, I was feeling really full with two guys in me. Had a third guy stick his dick in my mouth whilst he had his balls sucked by the guy beneth me with the two of us working on his cock and balls he started blowing his load in my mouth, I kept it in my mouth as he withdrew and I moved down and started to kiss the guy below me and started sharing the cum from the other guy, pashed him for a solid 15 minutes whilst he and the the other guy was stretching my cunt with both there cocks inside me. I love that we had guys wanking themselves watching me get absolutely fucked, some of those guys was shooting there onto our faces and on my back, the two guys fucking me, came inside me together, the watchers started moving on as the second guy unmounted me, and allowed me to dismount the other guy, I layed down for about 10 minutes to catch my breath, I was hoping for some more action as it was only 9pm. I decided to go to the glory hole section and saw a nice big cock poking through so I knealt down and started to lick the head and shaft of this cock, I slowly started sucking this cock, and could hear the moaning on the other side, and then started deep throating the cock, and moaning was getting louder, as I started to feel his shaft start to twitch a little, I stopped sucking him, stood up and turned around and backed up to the cock, and placed the shaft into my cunt, by the time the guy realisedwhat was happening, he was blowing his load into my cunt. Imoved on looking for another cock, never found another that was interested in seeding me, so I decided to call it quits, got dressed and went out the front door, and the Uber driver was waiting there, I hadn't even ordered an Uber. He told me to get in and he would take me home, but before getting me home he wanted his way with me again, I was happy to have him fuck me again, he pulled into a dark street, told me to undress and bend over his bonnet, he slid his cock into me, and at the sametime, he asked how many loads I took, I told him I took five load and two in my month, this got his cock harder than it was and he really pounded my cunt, as he reached around and grabbed my clit in his hand and started to wank it as he continued to fuck me, I started cumming from him wanking my clit, that my legs started to buckle, I was lucky that I was bent over his bonnet, another 15 minutes later he was cumming inside me again. I walked to the passanger side door and grabbed my shirt and shorts, leaving my pink panties that had cum stains on them for the Uber driver, we passed personal details to each other as he could definitely have his way with me again, he drove me home, and thanked me for his panty tip, I told him I would contact him soon for another round.

Ok guys, here's the next chapter. I'm working on the next couple so they should be posted soon. I'm not done with Colt and Austin yet, more fun to cum. Thanks to everyone who enjoys my stories, and I'll work the other ones too. You know what they say, good things come to those who wait. Kinda like orgasm denial, lol. Part 16 True to my word, I kept the cage on Colt all week, fucking his pussy twice a night and not letting him cum. He was horny beyond belief and constantly begged for it to be removed. I loved it. I loved controlling him. I would send him texts all day telling him what a nasty little cock whore he was. Telling him how I was going to ram his hot little pussy like the cumdump it was. I would make him send me texts back telling me what a pathetic fag he was, and how desperate he was for my cum. Thursday rolled around and we layed snuggled in his bed, a fresh load of my cum deep inside him, plugged so it wouldn't leak out. We we're sharing the bong when we heard his father Chet come home. Well, stumble home was more like it. A couple of Thursdays a month Chet would go drinking with his buddies. Almost everytime he would get totally wasted. He certainly was as we heard him crashing around, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. Eventually, we heard no more noise and I knew Chet was passed out on the couch. Colt's mom, Anna, didn't mind her husband going out drinking, after all he worked hard and was a good husband, but she refused to let him in her bed when he was drunk, so he always slept on the couch. Now Chet was one of those dead to the world drunks. Once he passed out, an act of God couldn't arouse him. This of course gave me a nasty idea. "I need to get some water." I said as I jumped out of the bed, returning a couple minutes later. I motioned for Colt to follow me as I grabbed my phone, which he did with a confused expression on his face. I guided him to the living room where his dad was splayed out on couch. Chet had managed to get his shoes off and his jeans half off, leaving him there in his boxers and tee-shirt, snoring like a lumberjack. At least I knew where Colt got it from. I also knew where Colt got everything else from too. Chet was a fucking stud and Colt was his carbon copy. Same curly brown hair, same green eyes, same nose, same everything. The only difference was Chet wasn't quite as large as Colt. Maybe two inches shorter but still fucking built. And hairy. Hopefully Colt will be as hairy as his dad one day. The only thing I wasn't sure about was his cock. I fished in his open boxers and pulled out his limp dick. Even lying there, it pretty much looked like Colt's. "What the fuck are you doing?" Colt whispered. I walked up to his ear and whispered back, "I wanna see just how much of a cock whore you really are. I wanna see you suck your dad." "No way!" He whispered back. "What if he wakes up?" I walked to Chet's head and shook his shoulder while I practically yelled in his ear, "Wake up Chet! Wake up!" He just grunted and continued snoring. "See, nothing could wake him up right now." "I don't know...." Colt said, hesitantly. I just grabbed the back of his head and jerked it back as I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. Colt let out a gasp. "You'll do what I fuckin say you worthless faggot." I snarled at him. "Now get down there and suck your father's cock!" I ordered him. Colt sank slowly to his knees without another word and crawled over to his passed out dad. I could hear him breathing shallowly from nerves as his trembling hand slowly reached for his father's dick. He looked at me one more time and I snapped my fingers, pointing to the cock in his hand. Colt opened his mouth and gingerly placed Chet's cock into it while watching his face for signs of reaction. Chet just continued snoring. I started filming as Colt began to actually suck his dad's cock, and much to my delight, it quickly grew hard and soon reached it's full hardness. It wasn't as big as Colt's, but it was still impressive and I'm sure more than satisfied his mom, as was evidenced from the frequent fucking we would hear from their bedroom. I stared in wonder as Colt really began to give his old man a stellar blow job, deep throating his cock and using his talented throat muscles to massage the big throbbing tool. Chet just continued to snore with the occasional grunt and light moan, oblivious to the fact that his own flesh and blood was providing him pleasure. He was probably dreaming of some big tittied ho going to town on him. Well, it was a ho, just a different type of one. My cock was hard as a rock as I watched this obscene display before me as Colt proved he was the ultimate filthy cock hound, slobbering all over his dad's big cock. I couldn't resist as I knelt behind him and pulled out the plug. I lined up my cock with his hole. His loose cunt just swallowed me up as Colt threw his head back and groaned. Then he looked at me over his shoulder, his mouth open, tongue hanging out, panting like a bitch in heat. I saw that crazed look of uncontrollable lust in his eyes as he snorted like a pig before diving back down on Chet's cock. I grabbed his hair and started pounding his face into Chet's crotch as I pounded my cock into his other cumhole, beyond caring if Chet woke up or not. If he did, he'd learn what a complete and total faggot his baby boy was. Luckily, Chet just stayed in his drunken stupor as his son basically raped him. "Fuck yea, you fuckin whore!" I egged Colt on as I continued to film. "Suck your daddy's cock you filthy pig!" I demanded as I pounded him hard. "You're so dirty, you're gonna make me cum bitch!" I practically shouted. I forced Colt all they way down his dad's dick and held him there as I pumped my load deep in his guts. I held him there, not letting him up for air until he started gagging. His ass muscles clenched my cock as he wretched, squeezing the last bit of cum out. I pulled out and pulled him off his daddy's cock. Spit ran out of his mouth and down his chin. I got the camera close to his face. "Jerk him faggot." I ordered him. "Make your dad cum. And look into the camera as you do it! I want you to see exactly what a low down, disgusting, dirty cum slut you are! That's it bitch. Jerk him off, I want his cum all over your face!" Colt looked into the camera with his lust driven eyes and jerked his dad's cock like a good slut, rubbing it all over his face, licking off the precum that was oozing out. Chet began grunting more and breathing harder in his sleep and I knew he was close. Then the next thing I knew, cum began rocketing out of his cock, blasting Colt right in the face. Colt did exactly as I told him, rubbing that cock all over him as shot after shot flew out, coating his forehead, eyes, cheeks and nose, dripping down into his open mouth. By the time his dad's orgasm finished, Colt looked like three men had dumped on him. Another thing his has in common with dad. I told Colt to go wait for me on the bed as I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up as much evidence as I could. When I returned to the bedroom, Colt was lying there, waiting. He looked unbelievably sexy in his cock cage, his face covered in his daddy's sperm. I crawled on top of him and licked his cheek, scooping up a big glob of cum. I kissed him deep as we shared the tasty load together. Then, I got up and fetched the key. He didn't say a word, but his eyes sparkled as I unlocked the cage and freed his cock, which instantly sprang to an erection. I spread his legs and slid my own hard cock back deep inside him. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me into him as I fucked him. I scraped the cum off his face and fed it to him, and he hungrily devoured every bit. "That's a good slut." I commended him. "Eat your daddy's cum boy. Eat it all you fucking pig!" I grabbed his hands and held them over his head as I pounded his special spot I knew so we'll. "I want you to cum for me!" I growled into his ear. "Do it, do it NOW bitch!" He managed to break his hands free and he wrapped them around me, squeezing me tight. He buried his face into my shoulder and let out a muffled cry as his cock erupted between us. He held me and shook as he continued to cry into me, his entire body trembling as his cock spewed and spewed, soaking our bodies. His reaction coaxed one more orgasm from me and I filled him with more sperm as he continued to tremble. When he finally calmed down, and his trembling stopped, we took turns licking each other clean from his copious load. When we finished, he held me and kissed me before looking deeply into my eyes. "You never cease to amaze me." He whispered. "How did we get so lucky to find each other?" "I don't know. Fate I guess, we were meant to be. But I guess we're even for the hickey." He just smiled as he spread my legs and dabbed a little lube on my hole before sliding into me. I groaned as his bigger body pressed against mine. We made love this time, our lips barely leaving each other as he planted his seed deep in my guts. I didn't cum this time, but I didn't need to. This was for him. We fell asleep with his cock still buried inside me.

Powerhouse I noticed the last few times that I’ve been to powerhouse in San Francisco that there was a lot of activity happening in the alley behind the bar that the bar uses as their smoking area. So a couple of weekends ago I decided to prepare myself and go. I put on my jockstraps on my ass was nicely framed and headed over. I checked my clothes; only keeping on my jockstrap and a tank. I wanted to be easy and accessible. I started talking to a handsome, older, Israeli guy. He thought I was one of the dancers but I told him what I was about. In a little bit he asked me to go with him to check out the scene in the back alley I happily obliged! We started making out and feeling each other‘s dicks. There was a Latino guy nearby who quickly got involved in the action. There was lots of passionate kissing and dick sucking between the three of us till I position myself to be impalled by the young Latino’s respectable 7 inches of cock. I continue to suck on the Israelis clock well the Latino continue to fucking me. Another guy joined in rubbing and pulling apart my ass cheeks. It felt awesome to be used in public like that! The Latino came and slowly pulled out. I quickly turned around and cleaned off his cock so I could taste the cum and ass juices. I exchanged numbers with the Latino so I can get more of his loads in the future and continue to hang out in the back Alley wanting more. A muscular white guy stepped up and bend me over while warning me that he like to fuck for a long time. He then proceeded to fuck me for 30 to 40 minutes and then stopped to take a break shortly before the bar was going to close. I was slightly disappointed not to get his load but pleased to have such a pleasurable fuck for so long. I am definitely ready to go back and have another great time!

I love when I'm at bookstore and get a shy guy, possibly married but definitely not out, to suck my cock as others watch. His need to suck me outweighs his shame in doing it. I find myself putting on a bit of a show, pulling my cock out to rub on his face, or to direct his mouth to my balls. Finally, when I'm cumming I moan loudly so all the guys watching know the cocksucker just ate my load. Anyone else enjoy doing this?

Below is a hot story that was posted on the old bugshare site. I remember shooting a few loads to it. It's about a poz man in his late 20's who rents a room from a family. This story has everything taboo from poz/neg, stealthing, bug-chasing, gift-giving, incest play. I just love it. ....................... I still live at home with my parents and my little sister. I’m David, I’m 21, Gay, with a 16cm cock. About a year ago, we rented out the extra room in our house to a guy in his late 20s, Michael. I'm not sure what he does, but he's hot, keeps himself very fit, works out at the gym a lot. He has his own room with a separate entrance via the balcony and as well as a bathroom for his use so we don't disturb him in his privacy. In spite of these precautions, after a few weeks Michael didn't feel so much like an intruder or tenant, but more like a buddy or some like a member of the family. He ate with us, hung out with us in the evenings We all got along very well. Since he was that close, he was off limits for me to hit on. That is, until a week this winter. In one of my regular horny bouts I went cruising some of the clubs for guys. Already quite hammered at one point I noticed Michael dancing on the dance floor openly making out with a hot young guy. They were all over each other. I never knew Michael was gay! But here he was, grabbing ass, kissing deeply to loud music. In my drunken state for some reason I did not keep quiet but slurred at Michael what he was doing there and why he was making out with some random kid when he could have had the kid down the hall, at which I cheekily pointed both thumbs my way. He didn't seem very surprised to see me there, but trying to talk to me seemed to bore the hell out of his companion. The boy left and Michael had me sit down somewhere quiet. Damn, he was hot. A bit sweaty already, his abs glistening, the light fuss on his chest looking very inviting through the wife beater he was wearing. I could see part of a tattoo on his shoulder, but not what it was. Damn, I love tattoos. Looking back, I think he was waiting for my buzz to go down, keeping me off drinks, sensing me more conscious, he finally made his move. Did I mean what I told him on the dance floor? Hell, did I?!? I didn't even answer but moved closer to kiss him. Without any hesitation he kissed me back, pushing his strong tongue against my lips to open up to him, pulling my head to his with his hands behind my back. I moved my hands to his chest, first massaging, then pinching his nipples. As I dropped one hand to his lap, he pulled me up and towards the exit. No word was spoken. Hand in hand we left. We practically ran for the car and left for home. Never mind my family might notice. They were asleep by then, anyway. As Michael had his own entrance via his balcony in the backyard, we thought it wise to enter there. In his room he almost ripped the clothes off my body. There I was, in the same house as my parents, naked in front of the man we shared our house with. I was hard, naturally. Michael kissed me again, touched my body everywhere, pinched my nipples, which I love, and without a warning went down on my dick. Again, no words were spoken. We were just too horny to form any sensible words anymore. And we knew what we wanted. Leaving my hard dick Michael pushed me down in front of him. Intuitively, I knew what he wanted me to do. I did. His jeans were opened and fell down his muscular legs and I was face to face with his hard, veiny cock. No pants, that's nice! It was a real beauty, about 18cm, the head glowing purple and glistening from pre-cum. Not wasting any time kissing, I took it deep into my mouth in one go. Delicious! The salty fragrance filled my mouth, my nose pushed against the trim bush of his pubes, his hands on my head setting a quick rhythm. I did not resist, why should I? I wanted the very same thing. I must have sucked his dick for about 15 minutes, coating it with my saliva, making it slick. Michael stepped out of his jeans completely and gestured me to get onto the bed. I lay down on my back as the strong man crawled closer. Still, no words were exchanged, no word of status nor condoms. He just kissed me deeply once more and put his hard cock to my waiting hole. Damn, he was teasing me with it, moving it around my manhole, putting it to the opening, but never quite pushing in. I couldn't take it anymore and as he moved to the opening again, I pushed down a bit against the tip of his cock, The head slowly pushing my love-channel open. I moaned. Right then, he knew I was in and that's when he pushed forward. Slowly, sensually, he pushed his whole cock into my excited body, getting into a slow but steady rhythm, making sure we both got a lot out of this. This was more than a quick fuck, it was intimate and intense. I kept touching his body, my hands under the front of his wife beater, feeling up his muscular chest. Damn, this man was one hot piece of work. My legs in the air, me on top of him, him fucking me from behind. I could feel my stretched hole and his hard cock moving in and out, fucking me deeply, steadily, skin on skin. At one point when I was on my back again, he started a quicker beat, and I pushed back in time to show him I was along for the same end. He grabbed onto my shoulders pushing me down on the length of his dick, ever deeper. The silence was broken: "David, I will cum inside of you." I could only moan, completely unable to express anything in a sensible sentence. "Take my cum, David, you hot little slut boy." He moaned, I loved the intense expressions on his face as he released in my hole. I swear I could feel the cum flowing out. His hand moving closer to my own hard cock was enough to send me off, cum sprayed all over my belly and chest, he scooped it up and let it drip into my mouth slowly, his cock still in me. Only after five minutes did he roll off me. I snuggled into him and we slowly fell asleep. The next morning at some time between five and six, I woke up, remembering I should probably better go to my room. It was already light outside and a little light fell in through the shut windows. Michaels wife beater was all ruffled, baring the tattoo beneath: biohazard. That night I hardly slept at all. We must have returned home at some point between 2 and 3 in the morning, I couldn't have slept for more than an hour in his bed. Having seen his tattoo and knowing what it might mean, I was unable to fall asleep anymore. After throwing myself around in bed for quite some time, I switched on the TV to keep my mind from working at high speed. Did the tattoo mean what I thought it meant? Would he do that to me? It couldn't, he wouldn't. He probably just liked the design, or maybe he liked that horrible metal band. But then again, he is gay, he fucked me bare. What if he does that with anyone? How do I know that he doesn't slut around? How do I know that what we did was an exception? But, hell, it was really fantastic, wasn't it? Thinking back, condoms would have definitely destroyed the mood. Had I ever thought of them. I mean, we should have used them, they all tell us we should. But there is no way we would have. We were just too horny. But would I do it again? In my room a took my laptop to the bed, surfing for biohazard tattoos. Could Michael really be positive? Why didn't he tell me? Unconsciously, the pictures I clicked became skimpier and skimpier, and more and more of erotic matter. Damn, they do look hot, don't they? How many of these half naked, or rather: half erect, men are HIV positive? They sure did not look sick. Quite the opposite. They were hot. I'd them. Would I? Thinking about it, I realized in a way I already did. And Michael could keep up with the best of them. No, he didn't appear sick, either. He was positively healthy. If he managed to look like that, how much risk could I have taken? Even if he actually was positive, he seemed to get along alright. Over time I calmed down more and more, my hand on my dick having quite a part in my relaxation. Horny as I was, I knew I'd do him again. Any way he wanted. There was no way I'd turn down such a hot fucker literally down the hall. So there I was, horny, Fuck, I needed to get some. And I know where to get it. Just five minutes later I lightly knocked at Michael's door... It only took Michael 3 seconds to get to the door and open it. The door wasn't even opened by the time I had my tongue in Michaels mouth. I pushed myself into the room, Michael in front of me having to walk backwards, shutting the door with my foot. Michael didn't put up any resistance, at a quick glance I could tell he was in the mood. There was porn on the TV and lube on his nightstand. Seems he expected a solo night and got something better. I didn't need long to have my hands down his pants and slowly stroke his beautiful dick. It was already hard to begin with, so all I did was taking over the jerking. Stopping kissing for a moment I looked down to see a drop of pre cum forming on the head, looking delicious. So I slowly kissed down Michaels body, taking off his wife beater in the process, pulling down his pants, to eventually land my tongue on the ever-growing drop on his dick head. It tasted fantastic. I knew right then that I wouldn't stop before I got a whole lot more of his tasty dick secretions. Like a starving man I took his cock into my mouth, twirling my tongue around his shaft, licking his balls, worshiping his manhood. All this time Michael was completely silent. First surprised by my sudden appearance, then taken aback by my attack on his body, then fascinated by my horniness and will to pleasure him. But then he broke the silence, "I knew you'd come back, you slut!" I could only answer by trying to get more of his manhood down my throat. He helped me by putting his hands onto my head and pushing me down on himself, forcing more and more of his dick into me, choking me. I loved it. I loved the taste in my mouth, the steady stream of pre cum from his slit. I loved his forceful side taking over. I loved being on my knees in front of the man who shared the house with me and my family. I loved the little bit of doubt in the back of my head, the thoughts and fears of the morning pushed back into the furthest alleys of my conscience by reckless horniness. At that very moment I was all horniness, but there was this feeling of taboo, of crossing a line as well. Tears were forming in my eyes from being choked. Michael must have known my slight discomfort, as he forcefully pulled me of his cock and towards the bed. I was still fully dressed, so Michael almost ripped my jacket and shirt of me. As he started pulling on my shoes I quickly loosened my pants, allowing Michael to quickly tear them down my legs. In no time he was on top of me, kissing me deeply, our tongues wrestling, our cocks rubbing against each other. His hand found my dick with a soft tickle. The tickling concentrated on my balls, moving upward toward the head, then turned into jerking. I was hard as a rock and my hips started a rhythm pushing my dick into his fist. He hardly had to even move his hand. Separating our lips, Michael slowly kissed down my body. Starting with soft, sensual kisses on my neck, toward my chest, sucking on my hardening nipples. There he remained for some time, enjoying the feel of my nipples on his tongue and teeth, me enjoying his tongue and teeth on my nipples. At the same time, he kept his hand at my cock, my hips still moving in their ancient evolutionary rhythm. Eventually he kissed further down, taking some time at my belly button, then kissing inward in my hips, first left, then right, teasing me. Slow kisses from the sides toward my cock, never quite arriving. He took one hand to my ass, first slapping it in a harsh contrast to the soft touches of his lips in the front. Then he put a finger to my hole. Just as he slipped it in, his mouth found my cock. As his lips touched my dick head, a finger slid into me from behind. I was ecstatic, I moaned, I didn't know which way my hips should move: forward into his mouth or backward into his finger. Instinct knew what to do: both. I pushed my ass back unto his fingers then jerked forward into his mouth. The same rhythm I was in before, only more intense by being penetrated and penetrating. Michael slipped his fingers out of me to get some lube on them. His face was still on my cock, and has his hands reached for the lube I knew what he wanted to do and handed it to him. His mouth didn't even need to leave my cock and he didn't need to speak a word. Horny minds think alike. His lubed fingers got even deeper into my hole, opening it, more fingers sliding in, two, three. In the front, Michael was chewing on my balls by now, licking of the pre cum from my dick head once in a while. Then he pulled his fingers out of me turned around and put his cock to my mouth, never lifting his mouth from my crotch. I loved it. The feeling of my cock in his mouth while having his in mine. But Michael quickly tired of 69ing, threw himself around and pulled me on top of him. His hands pushed my down on his body until my ass was hovering above his hard dick. Even without his demanding hands I would have backed up onto his dick. The moment when the wet head slowly pushed my hole open was intense. I moaned out loud (in the back of my mind a voice tried to remind me of my parents down the hall and to keep the noise down). As he entered me ever deeper, Michael pulled my lips to his. The kiss went on until all of his dick was embedded into my hole. I started to move up and down on it and enjoyed the feeling of fullness and fulfillment. But Michael stopped me mid-movement. He held me up in the air, then pushing his crotch upward and fucking into me from below. Even working against gravity Michaels was fucking me with intense force, pushing all of his cock into me each time. He kept it up for an impressive time, but eventually he pushed me onto my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. From this position I could see myself in a mirror on the wall. And more importantly I could see Michael fucking me, his face contorted in lust. He noticed too and looked deeply into my eyes while giving me the fuck of my life. I moved my hand to my cock, but he slapped my hand away. He wouldn't have it. So he had me get on my back, with my head hanging down the edge of the bed, toward the mirror. His hand found my cock, his cock found my hole and he fucked and jerked us closer and closer to climax. "Do you want it?", he asked. "Yeah", I grunted. "I will fuck my load into you, are you close?" "Ugh", I felt my orgasm approaching. My body must have jerked, as Michael senses I was cumming. He sped up his fucking and just as cum started squirting from my dick I could see his face get red and through his clenched teeth he grunted: "Here comes Johnny!" There we lay in the afterglow. The passion and lust turning from aggressiveness to more tender hugs. With the worst of my horniness gone, the fog of lust gone, a question found its way from the back of my mind to my mouth: "Michael, you are positive, aren't you?" Kissing my brow, Michael breathed a shallow: "Yes." So there I was, poz cum in my hole, the second load in two days. Michael kissed me and hugged me tight, so any thoughts of getting to the bathroom and cleaning it out quickly vanished. And I had taken another one without getting it out again anyway. It seemed the deed was done. Thing was, I wasn't all that bothered. Right there, at that moment in Michaels arms it felt right. His body was warm, hot even, and out kisses started gaining passion again. "So, do you mind?" Michael asked. All I could answer was "I'm not sure. Yet." His hand found my cock at full attention again. "I know at least part of you doesn't." His hand moved up and down on my betraying dick. In a sudden, his mouth was around it. I know what being hungry for cock feels like, but I was still surprised at the vigor of this blow job. His fingers crawled to my hole while his mouth was filled with my dick. They found my slick hole ready for entry. In no time two fingers entered me and pushed in and out, opening my hole once again. He used both hands to pull at my hole, stretching it, then putt three fingers in and rubbed my insides raw. He had me. "Up for another go?" He didn't even wait for my answer. Nor did he need to. I fell forward into a nice doggy position, my ass up in the air, ready for the taking. Michael was already halfway inside of me when I said "Go for it!" Was I fucking crazy? He had just told me he had HIV and I welcomed him into again, bareback no less? The passion and lust of that moment is hard to explain. I guess part of me figured that the deed was done and one more load wouldn't matter. The other half was either giving a damn or getting off on the doubts and risk. Not that I really could think clearly with Michael in me. The more he got into me, the less I cared and the hornier I got. I caught myself moaning, then noticing that it wasn't really moaning, it was rhythmic chant, a mantra, if you will, "Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me." and so on. Michael did. Slow deep strokes. Hard strokes. Then half a minute of really fast hard fucking. Slapping my butt. Then repeat. It drove me wild with lust. He hard dick hit my prostate again and again, bringing me close to cumming. Michael sensed and slowed down, stretching out our lovemaking (was it lovemaking?). Eventually, Michael was at the point where he wanted us to cum. So he worked my prostate again with hard strokes, fucking the cum out of it. Just as I was in the process of cumming, Michael moaned: "Are you ready to get some more of my poz cum?" "Ugh" "Are you ready to get pozzed?" "Fuck me." "Are you?" "Yes! Fuck me! Poz me! Fuck me! YES!" It was the passion speaking, I was far gone. The orgasm was mine, though. It was intense. In the mirror I could once again see Michael tense up, and as he grabbed my butt and plowed deep into me, cumming he shouted "Take my poz cum, David!". I hoped my parents hadn't heard. I woke up several hours later, with two poz loads still in my hole. Michael was beside me on sleeping face down. The biohazard tattoo was now in clear view. It was beautiful, deep black with a blood red lining. I traced its lines as I thought about its meaning. Michael must have felt, as he started moaning softly. I couldn't see whether his eyes were open but I didn't stop touching his beautiful back. First I gave him a light massage, but moved my head closer to get his sexy fragrance. I was close to his tattoo when I sensed him definitely waking up. So I started kissing his back, more specifically, the tattoo. Just as I had retraced the lines with my fingers I now retraced it with kisses and my tongue. It was like acknowledging what we had done and that I loved it. He knew and asked: "You like my tattoo, don't you?" "It's really well done - and it's hot." "One of these days you may want one of your own. You definitely deserve one." I had to let those words sink in. "You know that I'm neg right?" "I wouldn't be too sure about that now. And the way you're picking up guys and taking them raw..." "Did you know my status?" "I guessed it from your reaction yesterday, but who am I to ask? If someone is up for fucking, that's that. Don't ask, don't tell. But I'm glad you came back." He was right. I made choices, once drunk, Twice super-horny. But nevertheless I chose every time to have sex with him. And the last two times could not be excused with ignorance. I knew it and I chose it. It was still quite a shock to admit to it. My mouth was still on his tattoo. I couldn't stop adoring it. "When did you get it, Michael?" "The tattoo or the bug?" "Both, I guess" "The tattoo about two years ago, the bug about 4." "How did you get HIV?" "Like this, from sex. I knew what I was doing, knew the risk and knew the pleasure. So I was okay with the diagnosis." "Do you know who gave it to you?" "No. See, I fucked around a lot back then, and still do. I was at gang bangs every other weekend and gave my ass up for everyone who was there quite a few times. Not mentioning all the poz or pozcum-filled asses I've fucked myself." "You if you hadn't hooked up with me, you'd have taken that boy home?" "Him, some other one, there is always someone for a versatile guy" "You mean for a hot versatile guy as you are." "Thanks, David. But you see, you proved my point. And you enjoyed it, judging from your coming back." "I did. So do you still go to gang bangs?" "Once in a while. You meet interesting people there." I didn't understand then what he meant. "All bare?" "Sure enough. I'd hate wasting all that cum. You're quite intrigued by it, aren't you? Have you ever been in a gang bang?" "No. I once made out with two guys, kissing, groping, but nothing more. It was hot though." He turned around and stroked my half-erect cock. "So, would you like to change that and actually have a threesome?" "Only with people I could trust....but I might know a guy up for it." I knew James thought Michael was hot. I knew James would be horny enough to be up for it (as long as he didn't cum). But James didn't know about Michael's status, I had never told him. Should I? Would he mind? Michael had his mouth on my cock again by then. His saliva was all over it. Suddenly he asked me to lie down on my back. My dick was rock hard and was sticking up. Michael gave it a few more sucks and spat on it. Then he sat down on it. To see the guy who lived with my family moving his hole down my raw hard cock, to see his passionate expressions as he did was super hot. He loved getting fucked just as much as fucking. My hands were on his tight ass in no time, his mouth and mine locked in a kiss. He did all the work, taking my dick as deep as it got, moving in a heavy rhythm. I knew the difference between safe and bare fucking, having done both, but at that moment I understood why people would do nothing else then raw, natural sex. At that moment I knew why people took so much risk just for feeling skin on skin. And I understood it even better just a few seconds later, when I filled Michael with a load of cum. The next afternoon I didn't have much to do, so I walked over to James' house. I was both horny and nervous. James sensed something was up right away. I guess it was the sex, he has this eery sex-detector going. So I told him. I told him about spending another night with Michael, about switching positions and how much I enjoyed being with him, how hot he makes me and how uninhibited I tend to be with him. And I told him about being found out by my sister. That really got his attention. He'd always had the hots for her and he made me tell him everything about the conversation. I wanted to leave things out, but he kind of managed to fill the blank spots. He was intrigued. He wouldn't let go of the topic, and in an attempt at changing it I spurted out "Michael asked me about threesomes." "What?" "He asked me whether I ever had one or ever thought about having one?" "So...did you?" "Nope, but I kinda like the idea." "Well, I did and it's hust as hot as you think." "You did? Why did you never tell me? I never thought there was a guy open to that, let alone two." "Sure I did. It's intense! You can suck one and fuck one. Or you are in someone and someone's in you. You should try it, nudge, nudge." "Are you saying this to get to fuck Michael?" "Ha. You really know me, dude." "Jackass!" I liked the idea, though. I know both of them, I've had sex with both of them. There probably is no better way of starting with group fun than this. I know Michael'd be game, James is already up for it, but there were still doubts in my mind. Me fucking Michael is alright, but would I be ok with James doing it as well? On the other hand: Michael already told me he was fucking with lots of guys. So why was I even jealous? But there was another thing: would I tell James about the risks? I didn't. I thought about it, but felt it's not ok to expose Michael without him knowing. And at that point it wasn't as if it was really about to happen. Unfortunately, nothing happened for a few days. No sex with Michael and no sex with James. On friday, I told my family (and Michael) I was going to stay at James'. Michael knew that I was considering James as the third guy. At James' we were set up with booze, video games and porn, to be consumed in that order. The booze seriously hampered our success at the games, but we reveled in the chance of safe drunk-driving at GTA. It got boring soon, though, and we dropped our clothes and put in some nice bisexual porn, bareback of course. Commenting on the girl's tits, the guys' cocks and jacking our dicks furiously, we got extra-horny. Just as I was about to go down on James the doorbell rang. James threw on some pants and returned with Michael just a minute later. I couldn't even stop the porn on the screen. There was a big on James' face. I knew what he was thinking. And Michael was catching up fast. "So that's what you boys have been up to..." He said. "Would you mind if I joined?" James stared at me, looking for a sign of approval and he found it when my mouth twitched, forming a smile. Wasting no time, he span around to Michael and dropped to his knees, hands on Michael's crotch. Michael: "My, you are a needy one, aren't you?" Then he looked right at me and grinned as James started massaging his dick through his jeans. You could see the outlines of his fleshy tool through the clothing. Even more, when James began kissing the hardness from root to head, leaving trails of saliva all over the crotch of Michael's jeans. He slowly pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned the jeans. Michael's dick sprang from the dropping pants, no underwear, nothing left between a hard cock and James' hungry mouth. At this point I lost all interest in the porn on the TV, all my attention was focussed on my best friend giving my lover (?) a blow job. And I knew how good James' blow jobs can be if he's really into it. He loves his tongue swirling around a hard cock, licking it from bottom to top and down again, slowly tracing the dick-head, or chewing on the balls. But what he really craves is pre cum and cum. He is crazy for it, the taste makes his blow jobs more and more intense and aggressive, when in the end he is switching between deep throating and sloppy licking all over the recipient's dick. So after James worked some pre cum out of Michael's cock, his cycle started: deeper and deeper the cock went in his mouth, more and more saliva was thickly coating it, and his tongue was licking out saliva and pre cum, making him ever hornier. Michael loved it. He didn't even bother to move his hands to James head, he just stood there, legs wide apart, and enjoyed. The sight got me horny, my hand found its way to my dick, but it wasn't enough. I stood up to stand next to Michael, leaning in for a kiss. While Michael and I were kissing deeply, James moved over to my cock, licking up the pre cum already glistening on its head. For a few minutes he switched back and forth, sucking Michael and sucking me, but it wasn't enough. He wanted us both. So he pulled at both our cocks so they were touching and slowly slid his lips over both our dick heads. I've never felt such a thing, Michael's cock next to mine in the confines of James' mouth while his tongue swirled around all the time. I loved it! Michael's hands were all over me by then and we were still kissing deeply. I knew this night was going to be good and would more than make up for the last few days. But I didn't want to cum yet. I pushed Michael down on the couch and pulled off his jeans. Now both James and I were sucking on Michaels cock and kissed each other around it. Then I turned to James' rear and pulled his pants down as well. My hands touched his already hard dick while I started rimming his fuck hole. It was twitching already, a clear sign James was super horny. I pushed my tongue deeper into him, and put a finger in as well. I was opening him up. But Michael had a different idea. He stood up, his white t-shirt still on, and left James head on the couch without anything to suck on, and stood behind me. Without much ado, Michael put his cock to my ass and pushed it in, the only lubricant being James' saliva. It hurt at first, but he knew how to make the pain really pleasurable. Soon, his whole shaft was inside of me, then pulled out all the way and rammed back in. I could only moan into James' ass. Apparently he appreciated the vibration of my moans, as he pushed back on my face. I wanted more. Like a dog I slowly crawled onto James, Michael following me, never missing a beat, and slowly pushed into James' saliva-lubricated hole. I was sandwiched between two hot bodies, one fucking me deeply, one being fucked by me. Fuck, it was good! Michael grabbed onto James hips and enforced a rhythm on all of us, pushing me even deeper into James' willing fuck hole. Michael's dick head hit my prostate from behind, driving me ever closer to orgasm, with no way of slowing down, he kept pushing me back onto him by pushing James onto my cock. I felt the cum boiling up in my balls, let out a moan and came deep into James. For a while, Michael continued the action, but I needed a break. So we broke it off, James quickly turned around to clean my cock and get some of the cum still leaking from it and Michael pulled out of me, his cock still hard. James was already looking at it hungrily. "Do you want it?" Michael asked him. James I sat down on the couch to catch my breath, ames jumped forward, swallowing Michael's dick whole. Coated with my ass juices and now my saliva, Michael's poz fuck stick disappeared into my friends face. This time Michael was more active and aggressive. He grabbed James' head and held him down on his cock, choking him - James didn't mind. Then Michael just held James in place and really fucked his face in the same rhythm in which he fucked my ass just a minute before. James cock was still hard, he enjoyed being used this way. After fucking his face for a while, Michael pulled out and slapped James' face with his dick, saliva and his poz pre cum leaving traces on it. When Michael forced him to turn around, pushed his head into my crotch and his own tongue up James' butt hole, James gave up all control and just let the pleasure happen. My dick was still soft, but James knew what he had to do. While Michael was sucking his man cunt, he began licking at my balls, then my shaft. I knew it would take a little longer, but the blow job would eventually get me hard again. Meanwhile, Michael pushed two fingers up James hole, fingering out some of the cum I deposited in there. He looked at the both of us and put his cum coated fingers to James' mouth. James licked them clean immediately, sucking the fingers in deeper. Michael wanked his cock with his other hand, smearing his pre cum all over it. I knew where this was heading and I didn't stop it. It was just too hot, too enticing. It was like a hot porno played out by two friends right in front of your face. Only, you could take part in it. I looked at James, who was visibly preparing for penetration and then looked at Michael. He looked me deep in the eyes as he slowly put his poz-precum covered dick to James' hole. It was twitching, waiting for its well-deserved cock. Michael grinned evilly as his dick head entered the well-fucked hole. James moaned as the poz cock filled his hungry body. He pushed back onto Michael, wanting him all inside of him. His eyes were closed, but Michael's eyes were staring at me like he was saying: "See what I'm doing? I'm poz-fucking your best friend. Bareback!" By this time I was hard again. Whether it was the hot sex going on in front of me, the secret I still kept from my best friend, or his hungry mouths action on my cock - I don't know. All I know that I was fucking horny and took initiative. Just as Michael had done, I slapped my cock on James' face or rubbed it all over it. More trails of pre cum were left on his face, so I leaned forward and licked his face all over. James meanwhile was moaning, completely oblivious to what I was doing. Michael was fucking into him hard, pulling all the way out and fucking it all the way in again, straining James' sphincter and fuck chute. Only when I kissed James on his mouth, he snapped out of it, opened his eyes and kissed me back instantly. His hand flashed to my dick and began wanking it. I could see the ecstasy in his eyes. When he felt pre cum leaking from my slit, James immediately put his mouth on it to get the taste. This left me laying back on the couch, looking at Michael's rhythmic fucking. His eyes were closed by now as he concentrated on the pleasure of his sloppy second on James' hole. At times, he was stopping deep in James, not moving a bit, so he wouldn't cum, holding out as long as he could. As that happened I thought I could see some slight movement of his shaft, as if he was so close to orgasm that more pre cum or even bits of cum were flowing through it. The thought of how James' insides by now were coated with my cum and Michael's pre cum was driving me wild, though I cannot tell whether in a good or a bad way (or whether the two were actually the same). Remembering how hot the sandwich fuck was, moved behind Michael and started licking his hole. He surprised me by pulling out of James all the way and pushing into my mouth. I licked of my own cum, the ass juiced and Michael's pre cum, covering it in turn with my saliva, so he could push it back into James. As he did that I fingered his hole and spread it. When I knew he was ready I lined up my dick and slowly slid in. Michael held still for a moment. When I was in all the way, I held onto James' hips the way Michael did before and fucked them both. Michael twitched up and down my cock and at the same time fucked deep into James. And I controlled it all. When I felt Michael getting close, though, I'd stop moving, not rushing things, of not wanting to actually have him cum in James. I still felt Michael's body contracting, though, which was very hot. I kissed Michael's neck and whispered words of appreciation into his ear. I really liked the guy and I enjoyed even sharing him. My jealousy was gone and its place was taken over by a stronger feeling of closeness. Fucking like this for a while brought us all closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to gauge James' pleasure and not let him cum to early, knowing that that would effectively end the night. But I also needed to concentrate on Michael. When I eventually sensed James getting to close, I had us stop. Michael had to slowly pull out, as I pulled out of him. James was still extremely horny and immediately began sucking on my dick, licking off the taste of Michael's poz hole. He wanked Michael at the same time and then sucked us in turns. He was like a bitch in heat, like a dirty whore. I spat into his face and told him to sit down on my dick. So I sat on the couch as James' ass hovered above me. Facing me, he slowly took all of my shaft in. Michael soon had his cock between both our mouths again. So while I was fucking James, or rather James was fucking himself on my cock, both of us licked and sucked Michael. He slapped his dick in both our faces and let some salive drop onto us once in a while. There appeared a grin on his face, he took a step back and stood behind James. Then I felt his fingers on my cock. Rather: I felt them along my cock in James' hole. He was fingering James while I was fucking him! Then I felt his tongue on my balls, licking up to James' cunt, applying more and more saliva, pushing it in with his fingers. James was going crazy. Suddenly, I felt neither Michael's tongue nor his fingers, but soon after I felt something big against my dick, and pushing into James alongside of me. Fuck, Michael wants to double-fuck James! It didn't quite work, though, James was tightening up and Michael couldn't get in. Michael left the room for a second and returned with a bottle in hand. He held it to James' nose and said "Inhale deeply, bitch!". As James did just that, I felt him relax. At that moment, Michael pushed his cock against James ass again. This time he managed to get it in. I felt him slowly sliding up against me, the already tight ass accommodating both our cocks. We were packed tight! It was amazing! I looked at James, who's eyes were glassy, part tears, part ecstasy. Michael kept feeding him poppers, which, as I kissed James, also effected me a bit. All I could think about was fucking the tight hole being fucked by Michael. I could hear Michael moaning out "Take it, you dirty little bitch! Do you like that? Do you like getting double fucked? Do you like our bare cocks in your overpacked tight hole?" James could only moan his approval. Michael kept going on "You will get it. You will get both our cum deep inside that nasty hole of yours." James was twitching around us: he wanted it. The tightness, the twitching, the talk got us ever closer to climax. I sensed the signs of it in James and this time I wouldn't stop, even if I could. Michael sensed it, too, and fucked him with even more fervor. His cock rubbing against mine and James' motion on my cock pulled me with them. Michael spat out once more: "Take it, James, take my cum." As I felt Michael cum right next to me, covering my cock and James' insides with his poz cum, James and I couldn't hold back. I came inside of him as well, mixing my cum with Michael's poz load. James was fucked out. He could hardly talk and quickly fell asleep. Michael and I relaxed watching porn, also not talking for a while. Soon Michael's hand was on his cock, which got hard immediately. I quickly followed suit so were both stroking out cocks watching three guys doing it bare. Two of the men had biohazard tattoos and they were topping a young looking twink. James was still passed out, but Michael and I were looking at each other hungrily. Soon my head was between Michael's thighs and I was giving him a sloppy blow job. I could still taste cum on it, but also something else. A tinny flavor. Blood. We must have ripped James pretty good, looking at his hole, I could see the cum leaking out was slightly pink. For some reason this made me even hotter for Michael's cock. I deep throated him, sucked on his balls, spat on the shaft until the taste was completely gone. Then he drew me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues were all over each other, our hands on each others cocks and asses. Michael nibbled on my ear and then whispered: "Did you enjoy stealthing your best friend? 'Cause I sure did." Stealthing? So that's what we did? Michael continued whispering: "I'm sure it's going to take, we tore him up good." His cock got even harder as he spoke his dirty mind. Small pangs of bad conscience troubled me, but every time I thought about how I probably helped infecting my best friend with a deadly disease, Michael's hand and mouth made me feel so very good. It didn't take long for the guilt to be associated with the pleasure. The wrongness suddenly seemed so hot, so right. Thinking about how both our cocks had stretched James and opened him up for Michael's charged load made me even hornier. Michael noticed: "I see you did enjoy it. Once you yourself have the gift, you will know how hot it really is." For a moment I thought what a dirty fuck Michael was. First he picked me up at a club and even though he was practically family fucked me bareback with his infected dick. Then he made me accomplice in infecting my best friend. And now he was putting these thoughts into my brain. I should have been appalled, I should have been angry. But I was really just bloody horny. Soon I was turned over on the couch, Michael above me fucking his cock into my hole. This naughty, fucked-up man was playing me like a fiddle. While pushing all the right buttons, Michael kept whispering and moaning about stealthing and gifting and how I was a good apprentice. He really rammed into me as he panted "Do you think it will take? Do you think we pozzed him yet? Want to make sure?" He pulled out, walked over to James and stuck his dick in. "I'm going to make sure he gets it." This was so fucked up. This was so hot! I should have stopped him. I should have woken James up. Instead I leaned back, stroked myself and enjoyed the show. James was way out of it. Michael was giving him a good treatment, fucking in all the way, pushing in fast and forceful, trying hard to rip him up even more. But James did not wake up. At one point I wanted in as well, pushed Michael to the side and stuck my dick in. I emulated Michael's moves, fucking James just as hard and aggressively. Here I was getting sloppy seconds to Michael and myself, our mixed cum as lubricant around my hard dick. I could already see some specks of blood on it. I blew. Michael immediately took my place. His muscles flexing, he fucked and fucked him, pushing out cum deeper and deeper into James's channel. "Fuck, he so going to get it. We made sure of that. You made sure of that, David!" He worked up his lust, worked himself to another orgasm. I noticed the tell-tale signs of it approaching, and we looked into each others eyes as another load of his charged cum spewed into James torn up body. "Does James have any toys?" Michael panted a little out of breath. I picked his dildos and his butt-plug and handed them to Michael without a word. I only thought "Was is he going to do now?" The answer was following quickly as Michael stuck James' biggest dildo in. "We going to make sure it's in there deep and stays in there for some time. We don't want leakage." When he was done pushing the cum in deeper, he took the butt-plug and sealed James' hole. I wondered how James could sleep through all of this.

i've made threads about how im now bi because i took a leap of faith and asked my gay friend if he would fuck me. he was so excited he was beside himself. i took him back to my place and he was sooo sooo nice to me. i bent over the bed and he was so gentle. i told him i was ready to feel his dick and when he slid it raw inside my ass balls deep, i was in heaven. we had so much fun. i loved every second of it. i've known him for years so we trusted each other. now he's coming back into town months later and wants to do it again. i feel like i hit the lottery. im gonna feel his hard penis slide balls deep up my ass again and i can't even explain how excited i am. not to brag but i do have a nice smooth bubble ass and he's obsessed with it which turns me on. i love hearing him clap my cheeks in doggy position. and even better is how close i feel to him when his penis is inside of me. im just amazed at how hot and intimate that feeling is. like it's making us closer friends. i get beyond excited when he's about to cum in me and it's been so long since i felt that. i love when he keeps holding his hard dick all the way up my ass also when im on my stomach. and it's all gonna happen again this week. please anybody just message me so we can talk about this. i love it. im so excited. you guys are great. best decision i've ever made.

My boyfriend, which is poz, and me talked a few weeks ago about pozing me. It was his idea. At this moment was like "hell no", but after the last weeks i got familiar with this idea. We fuck both each other bareback since 2 years now. We go together to the medical center for our regulary tests. So I know what would come to me. He will respect my decision. If I say "no" he will stay on meds. If I say "yes" he would go off his meds after the next test. I know that this is stupid, but I think I will let him do this.

And how do YOU feel about it? It's great that he wants to share that bond with you. But time works terrible changes, and you might not stay together. Perhaps you will come to resent him for infecting you. There's lots of ways this could go. Ultimately, it's about what YOU want.

I'd been talking to this Dude for months. He's POZ. Nice guy. We talked on the phone, exchanged emails, and met once or twice on neutral grounds, like coffee shops and restaurants. Till then we hadn't done anything. Fucking hot bod. A Daddy type. Perfect for me. I'm 28, brown eyes and hair, smooth, and boyish overall. He's in his late 40's, divorced, solidly built, hairy chest, salt and pepper, with a Cock to kill for. He hadn't done me bare, cause he's POZ. I wasn't. At last not yet. He barebacked, but only other POZ guys. He knew about me—that I was NEG and screwed around. I barebacked, too. Some call me promiscuous; and, yes, I'd done the whole nine yards—the Net, the Baths, Bookstores, and Adult Theaters. He didn't know how bad I needed it. At first he was reluctant cause of my Status, and he feared he'd weaken or give in. The spirit's willing, but the flesh is weak—that kind of crap. But he knew himself. I give him credit. He insisted on staying fully clothed, so determined was he to do nothing to impair my health. But I turned him on enough that he wanted to see my Ass in action. He planned merely to finger me, stretch me, and use his Dildos on my Cunt. Of course I encouraged him, supposing what would lead to what. I can get any guy to fuck me. Case in point. When I showed up at his house, it was touch and go. He bent me over doggy style—to stretch me out. He started with two fingers, then up to his wrist. Shit, was he rough—twirling them inside my Pussy like my Ass Walls didn’t exist. I started making slopping noises. Maybe it was the Crisco—maybe my Ass Juices. But I was fairly sure a good portion of that SLOP was BLOOD. My head throbbed from the Poppers. I begged him to fuck me. How I prayed that god would fuck me, but he wouldn't do it. Instead he shoved a Dildo up my Ass. No Lube—except for the SLOP already in me. That stretched me even further. Again his fingers. I was getting finger-fucked and dildo-fucked at the same time. I was crazed with Lust. I wanted his Cock more than anything. I reached behind and grabbed his Crotch. When he slid the Dildo out, I turned and kissed him, twisting his Nips. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to shoot. He'd said he wanted to see me Cum. He pushed me to my knees, and the Dildo went back in. Or so I thought. FUCK! IT HURT SO GOOD! He crashed and burned. "I'm gonna fuckin' breed you. I'm gonna drill you with my POZ Cock. You want that, don't you, Fag. I'm gonna POZ you—make you mine." We could hold back no longer. Cum splashed everywhere—OUR Cum!. OUR Dicks pulsed on for minutes. OUR hair, faces, chests, guts, and Cocks were awash with Jizm—MY CUNT WITH HIS POZ CUM. And that's how POZ met NEG.

Sex with an audience is why I go to a bookstore.

Chapter 2 There was a silence for a moment that was probably a lot shorter than it felt. The large guy in the office was the one to break it. "This virgin is your son?" Could everyone tell I was a virgin? He looked back and forth from me to dad and I could see the realization in his face. When we were together it was hard not to see the resemblance. In just the couple weeks of the summer that had passed, strangers at the grocery store or in the elevator in his building would casually refer to dad as my dad, just assuming without asking. One woman said that dad looked like he had traveled from the future so he could spend time with his younger self. So for the office guy, things clicked pretty quickly and he turned to dad and said, "This is pretty twisted. Can I watch?" He broke out in laughter. I looked over at dad and he looked like he was frozen in shock not knowing how to respond to any of this. "Give me a break Freddy," Dad finally said. They knew each other by name? "Do you mind if I talk to my son for a minute? Can I bring him inside to my room?" Freddy shook his head. "You trying to get him in for free too? Gotta pay up." "I'm in just my towel Freddy. You know I'm good for it. Let me just talk to him." He looked back at me and motioned me over. I had no idea what to say. Things had taken such a crazy turn. I had thought through some scenarios as extreme as guys trying to kill me. Seeing my dad at a bath house where I was hoping to hook up for the first time was nowhere near being a possibility. That's when it hit me and I just blurted it out loud as it came to me. "Youre bi dad?" Before dad could respond, Freddy cut in. "Oh shit. Yeah go ahead. You two have a lot to talk about. Go through the door kid." There was a little humanity in his voice. "Like you tried to before you little shit." And then he had to make that last remark. He said it in a sneer but I followed his direction and this time walked through the door. It was much darker on this side of the door and even though I expected it, it still felt like a surprise. I held onto the door as I let my eyes adjust a little bit but then I heard dad again. "Coop. Come on. It's ok." I turned and saw dad bare chested and in a towel. I knew he was in shape. We both ran and we had a couple times in the past done 5-7 mile runs together to catch up. It killed the awkwardness of sitting one on one in a restaurant or something and trying to come up with things to say. But we weren't going on a run now and we werent even going to a restaurant. We were going to a room he rented in a bath house. I followed dad down the hall but in every way I had no idea where I was. We turned into a hallway and the first room we passed had a TV playing porn against one of the walls. There was no door and two guys were sitting across each other watching the porn and stroking. I only peeked my head in and then kept walking to keep up with dad. The next thing I noticed was a door that led to a sauna or steam room, I wasnt sure. We didnt stop so I didnt get a look at the sign. Dad turned a corner and this hall had a series of doors that I figured must have been the rooms. Some doors looked open but most doors were closed. This was the first sign of other people being around besides the TV room. I thought there would be more guys out in the hallways but there werent yet. When we passed the first open door, I looked in. The light was off in the room but from the hall light I could see someone laying in the bed stroking looking out I guess waiting for someone to come in or watch. As we approached the next open door, we could hear the sounds of sex. As we passed by, I saw two guys in the bed fucking doggie style. They were both facing the door and I made eye contact with the top. From what I could tell from the glimpse of him that I got, he was probably in his 30s and had a muscular torso with a sleeve tattoo. I almost wanted to stay and watch but I couldn't shake that I was here now with my dad. Awkward wasnt the word anymore. It was more than that and it was stopping me from exploring this place the way that I had thought I might be able to if I were alone. Dad just kept walking so I followed. He turned another corner down another hall of rooms. I started to feel like I was totally lost like if he left me there I wouldnt know how to get out. Finally, he stopped and went into his shoe to grab a key. When he got it, he stood back up and unlocked a room door. "This is my room." He opened the door and stepped inside. I followed him to the door but once he turned the light on, I saw how small it was. It fit a twin bed and a small table with a lamp on it. He sat down on the bed and noticed that I was still standing outside the door. "Come in. I think we should talk." I walked in and shut the door. Dad was seated on the bed. I just stood against the door not sure where to move. I became very aware of two things: how small the room was and how naked dad was. The towel around his waist was your typical gym towel which is to say that when he sat down his entire right thigh was exposed and more of him was at risk of becoming uncovered. "I guess there are things we have to talk about Coop. Do you wanna sit down?" I hesitated. "Do you mind if I just stand for now?" I was processing my feelings of embarrassment not just for me but for dad. "So is this your Thursday night poker game?" "Yeah about that Coop. I didnt want to get you mixed up in anything. Inviting guys over and all. I wasnt trying to keep anything from you. Really." "Its ok dad. You dont have to explain. Im just shocked I guess and to find out this way is just--" "Yeah" dad chuckled. "Does mom know?" "What? That I'm bi? Yeah. She knew from the start. She didnt think it was her place to tell you. She said when I was ready I could tell you. I guess I'm ready now." He chuckled again and thats when I realized it was his response to his nervousness. He didnt actually think anything was funny. "Does mom know that you're bi?" "Dad...I'm gay. I went out with those girls because I felt like I had to. Mom doesnt know yet. Just trying to find the right time." There was silence now. It was hard to know where to go from this point. "How did you find this place?" "Google." Dad laughed. "So you were looking for...what in particular?" I could feel my body getting clammy having to explain this to my dad. He could tell. "It's ok Coop. You found me here so there's no reason to be embarrassed." So I explained it to him. I was standing in a rented bath house room with my half naked dad telling him about high school and freshmen year in college and finally wanting...needing to be with a guy. Dad just listened quietly nodding. "I get all of that Coop. I'm sorry we havent spent a lot of time together the past few years so that we could know each other better and you would feel safe sharing those things with me." "Thanks dad." "For tonight, let me give you a couple of options so that we feel ok with how this turns out. If you are too weirded out by seeing your dad here, you can walk out now no questions asked. If you want to stay but you still feel weird about me being here, I can leave and I promise I wont be upset by that. Or we can both stay and just try not to get in each others way. Up to you kiddo." Dad laid the choices out really matter of fact but I felt for one of the first times that he was really caring for me in that moment. Looking out for me. And I wanted to give him a hug which I would have done if he was wearing more. "Actually dad. Since you seem to know this place and the people who work here, would you be ok with staying and showing me around and stuff?" I couldnt bring myself to look dad in the face. I was too afraid of the rejection. I had never come close to being this vulnerable with him before and just wasnt sure how he would take it. "I'd love that Coop." I looked up and the look in his eyes and face almost made me cry. "One thing you should know before I take you around though. You gotta put this on." He held up my towel. "You cant go around fully clothed. Youre gonna need to get naked and put this around you like me and then we can go." We looked at each other for a long beat. Dad and I had never seen each other naked before. This was the most I had seen of him and now I had to go fully naked in this small room. There was no escape now. I had to just suck it up. "Uh...ok" I pulled off my t-shirt and then my shorts and realized that dad did not look away. He was watching me get naked. This wasnt for him but for some reason, when only my boxer briefs were left, I made eye contact with him again and did not turn away as I pulled my last stitch of clothing off. I could feel my cock stir and for the first time since I got to the bath house I became aware of how horny I was. Seemingly at the same time we both sensed what was happening and I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. "You ready Coop? You ok?" I nodded and didnt say anything and I think he could sense my nervousness. "Its ok. You dont have to stop anywhere or do anything. we can just take a circle around the place and come back to this room ok? No pressure. You gonna be ok? Im not gonna let anything happen to you...unless you see something you like." He smiled. I nodded again and as he stood up to move to the door, he pulled me into a hug. Our bare chests pressed against each other and as our towels met I could tell that dad was getting hard. Feeling that was getting me harder and I pulled out of the hug and turned to the door. I needed to walk this off.

When I was dating, I would disclose right away, preferably on the first date. It’s best for me that this information is right out there in the open, and if my date couldn’t handle it or had cold feet, then we could part ways and move on. Yes, rejection stings but it’s like a needle jab. Over and done with, and eventually, barely noticeable. I eventually got around that barrier by only dating poz guys - which is how I met my hubby. Anyway, good luck and let us know how it turns out.

I met my husband in October 1997. We met on a program called MIRC. I had moved to Phoenix for work and we did some dating. We slept together but did not have anal he was a top and I was a bottom. After Christmas when things were getting serious and he had asked me to move into his house, we sat on the floor of my apartment and he told me not to freak out and to listen to him. I did. He proceed to tell me that he had HIV and that if I felt that I need to end our relationship that he would understand. I looked him in the eyes and said So what. Best decision I ever made. We spent the next 20 years together and were married the last 5 of the 20. I stayed Neg The Whole time he was undetectable during the whole time back then we did not understand that undectable was untranslatable. We had protected sexier awhile but I got tired rubbers and told him if I got then I would get it. I never did. I lost him in 2018 due to cancer not HIV and miss him everyday but at least I had him for 20 years. Moral of the story if someone loves you enough on the front end then the news font matter.

Part 1 It was the middle of the night and I awoke to the sounds of my son Matthew fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv. "Sorry, Dad. I gotta go take a shit," he remarked as he slid his feet into his sandals, heading out the door. This was not unusual, as the campground where we were staying didn't have hookups, so we used the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt unless absolutely necessary, but I certainly understood his aversion to shirts: at just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he. At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head-turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, which he kept a respectable shaggy length. His profile showed a strong nose, a stronger jawline, and plump lips that were absolutely enticing. In addition his broad he sported tan, wide shoulders, chiseled, smooth pecs, a narrow waist, perfectly formed, round ass, oh, and his strong legs were lightly covered in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in very heavy, and he still had rosy cheeks which suggested a boyish glow to his face. Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied. Me? Well, I'm not too bad for 43. I'm six feet, and weigh in at 195 pounds. I work out, usually with Matthew, but still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me. I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, so I receive a pension, and in addition I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good. Matthew still lives at home, which I like, if only as it saves money. Matthew was never much of a party kid, instead he was a genuinely pleasant kid, which meant we gave him all the freedom he wants. Living in our basement bedroom, Matthew uses a private entrance to the basement, and we don't frown on his friends staying over. My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man. "Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. Now I gotta shit!" I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I pulling on a shirt. Walking down the gravel path toward the shitters, I enjoyed the pure peace of a mountain night, however as the outhouses came into sight, I could hear whispering. Specifically, I heard two male voices. Now, at first glance that wouldn't be unusual, although the hour was very late, but when I realized the conversation was occurring within the outhouses, and further realized I wasn't really hearing a dialogue, but rather I was hearing grunting, and panting. You know: sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man ask "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?" And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum in my ass!" IT WAS MATTHEW!! Oh my fucking God! My son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I bang on the door? Should I slip away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew, was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load!" Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for!" That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. But before I was out of hearing range I heard the top grunt as he shot his load into my son's hole, to which Matthew moaned in appreciation as his guts were filled with sperm. Now out of breath and my heart racing, I jumped into our rv, kicked-off my sandals as I decided how I would respond to what I had learned. Should I confront him? Should I pretend nothing had happened? While I recognized ignoring what I learned would be the course most parents would take, a voice in my mind suggested 'This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now'. I had to ask myself, however, if that was what I wanted, recognizing Matthew could freak-out, permanently damaging our relationship, but I also considered Matthew had begged that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!" Some ten minutes passed before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve. "Everything come out okay, son?" I asked as he climbed inside. "Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know," he replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed. I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more. "Good night, Dad," he murmured as he lay facing away from me. I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot where cum had leaked out and whispered, "I know." "Dad......"he started to say. "Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's okay, Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit. "Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first," slipping two fingers into my son. He moaned a tad louder, so I let him know "But it's okay. Daddy loves sloppy seconds." I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass. Then I instructed "Now, pull down your shorts." Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but about eight inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside. "Did you cum?" He shook his head yes, unable to speak. "And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut." He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole. "Good," I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him." Matthew moaned in approval as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets." "No more secrets," Matthew returned. I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving that his Dad was finally fucking his slutty hole. He reached to jerk his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away, growling into his ear, "No, don't touch your cock, boy until I tell you to." "I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against my body. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another man's cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close. "Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your Dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are, boy." "I want your cum, Daddy," he whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptacle. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut, Dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in my ass, Dad. Do it. I want your seed in me." That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my slut's guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier. "Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on." "Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.

Going to the doctor is a pain in the ass, but when your doc blocks the renewal of your Truvada script, he has you by the short hairs. I booked the last appointment of the day to minimize the time off work. When I arrived, the waiting room was packed out. I stood out like a sore thumb, dressed in my suit. Most of the guys were casual, wearing jeans or shorts. Given the time of day, I guessed most of the guys weren't working, particularly as my doc has a large infectious disease practice. Some of them were clearly long-term poz, showing a little wasting and or a lot of vascularity. So fucking sexy! Soon I was brought to a room, and shortly thereafter Doctor Woods came in and gave me a warm hug. It's great having a doctor close to my own age, and so sexy too. I've been going to Brad for several years, and we have a great doctor / patient relationship. We're both early 30's and keep ourselves fit. From time to time I see Brad and his boyfriend at the gym and out at the clubs. They are both tall and lean, and surprisingly vascular from exercise. Having seen both Doc Woods and his boyfriend in the showers at the gym, I knew he has a sweet uncut cock, just like mine, and his boyfriend is cut and has huge low-hangers. Both of them are also quite gifted, swinging big packages. "Rik! Dude! It's been six months since your last appointment! To stay on Truvada, I need to see you every six months." "Yeah, sorry, I've been busy with work and just didn't make the time...." He looked in my eyes and held the gaze for a while to make his point, and said "Go ahead and take everything off except for your underwear, and then up on the table." He asked the usual health history questions you might expect as he was feeling around my neck and then listening to my heart and lungs. His hand grabbed on to my pec as he listened to my back. He gave my tit a little squeeze and then gave a little tweak on my nip... which made my cock spring to attention. He made some notes and then asked, "I'm going to assume you've been sexually active, right?" He gave me a big smile, because he knew that I was testing just how good Truvada really is. "Yep, I'm breeding and seeding. Always looking for holes and poles." "I don't doubt it; your reputation is firmly intact. Once a slut, always a slut! (He's called me a slut in the locker room at the gym, so this isn't anything new!) “Go ahead and lay down and turn on your side. I'll do a rectal swab and check your prostate." I slid my underwear off, then turned to my left side. Dr Woods lightly touched me under my leg saying "Bring your knees up towards your chest." Then he brought a rectal swab and a specimen container over to the table, commenting "The lube is cold, sorry." With that, his gloved finger slid inside me. And... I was totally boned at the feeling of his finger probing my hole. He had done it several times over the years, but each time I find it completely hot. As his finger felt-up my prostate he shot a few more comments to me: "It feels like this hot hole is seeing a lot of action. There was almost no resistance to my finger." "I've had a fist or two up there, and I always enjoy having a hot top breed me to keep me in practice." "You do have hot ass... and interesting choice of word. 'Breed'. Do you know whether or not you've taken any poz loads?" "Yeah, I imagine I have. But most guys are undetectable these days. I don't even ask anymore." "Yeah ... a cum dump. You haven't had a guy tell you he just gave you a poz load?" "Not often enough!" "Yeah, a lot of my patients get off on that. You get off on taking toxic loads?" His continued rubbing of my prostate and working my hole was making me crazy. This wasn't the conversation I imagined I'd be having with my doctor. "Doc, you better take it easy there, you got me close!" "I don't think I heard an answer to my question." "Oh god ... yes ... yeah, I get off on toxic loads ... fuck I'm going to cum!" With that, he inserted a couple more fingers up my hole, and with the other he put the specimen cup over my uncut cock. "Cum in the cup, stud." I had one of the biggest orgasms I've had in a while. I did my best to get my load inside the cup, but I made a mess everywhere. "Nicely done, stud. Just relax for a minute and I'll do your rectal swab." I felt him swabbing my hole and then heard it go into its receptacle. He placed the uncovered specimen jar on the counter. "Take a minute to pull yourself together. Here's a couple paper towels, clean yourself off. Don't worry about the mess. Leave your shirt off. Teddy is going to come in and draw some blood. I'll be back before you leave, I need to consult with another doctor about something." I dressed and moved over to the chair. The exam table had cum everywhere ... and some dripping down the wall. I guessed Teddy would be tasked with dealing with the mess. I've known Teddy for years. He's a hairy 5'8" Italian fireplug that I've fucked with over the years at the baths. He's one of those guys who has a a 5:00 o’clock shadow at 10:00 AM. Back in the day, he would be described as a Castro Clone, sporting brown hair and bushy mustache. Way before seeing him at Doctor Wood's office, when we met up at the sex club, he worshipped my muscular arms and pecs before we'd get down to breeding. Now he gets to perv out over my veiny arms during a blood draw. I'm got low body fat, so giving blood is no big deal. I've got veins for days. The standard routine is I lay my arm out for him to find a vein, and he lightly traces his fingers up and down my arm, while telling me hot sexy it is. When Teddy arrived, he stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked over to me giving me a quick kiss, saying, "Hey sexy!" Being about 6" taller than him, I'm at a perfect height for him to latch onto a nip and let him suck it to being fully hard. If I hadn't just cum, I would have been aching to fuck him right there. Teddy broke the daydream and asked, "We're doing the usual HIV labs, right?" I replied "No, Teddy, I'm neg and on Truvada." He said, "Oh, sorry. Most guys that come here are poz. My mistake." I said, "Don't sweat it, it's not a big deal." Teddy replied, "Good, by the way, I converted six months ago and would love a chance to breed you. I'm nice and toxic," he said with salacious smile. I pulled him close to my chest and whispered, "I'd love your poz load." He whispered back, "Believe me, I'd like to give it to you." Once again my cock was as hard as a rock. After Teddy drew up some vials of blood, he gathered the swab and blood vials and said "The doctor will be with you in a minute," leaving the door open as he left the room. I saw there shirtless, and noticed several patients who passed through the hallway gave me a good glance. While I wanted to tweak my nips to give them something to look at, I held off. Dr. Woods then arrived and closed the door, "I think I felt something on your prostate ... kinda like a couple bumps. I'd like to be safe and make sure it's nothing important. I've made an appointment for you with Dr. Grant. I want you to see him for an ultrasound, no other urologist. Also, I need you off Truvada for the time being." "You gotta be kidding me! Is that really necessary?" "You're whining. Just do it." At the checkout desk, I got my referral card for Dr. Grant. The appointment was two weeks away! Holy fuck, how the hell was I supposed to stay off Truvada for that long? It was the longest two weeks of my fucking life. Sure, I got to breed some hot hole, and got my hole fisted by a couple guys, but it wasn't like getting fucked and taking a load. I hit up some of my undetectable poz buds who I know are good about their meds so that I could get their loads. The day of my appointment with Dr. Grant, I had the day off, so I got a quick workout at the gym done before I drove to the appointment. He's in the same building as Dr. Woods, just one floor up. After brief delay in the waiting room, I was called into the back area. A hot, young Hispanic nurse had me take off my clothes, put on a robe, then lock my stuff in the locker. He looked like he just barely got out of high school. I wanted to pull him into the dressing room and fuck him senseless. He was at least six-foot-tall and had exceptionally beautiful caramel skin. He was absolutely gorgeous. The hottie was waiting when I came out of the dressing room and took me to an exam room. "The doctor will see you shortly," he said with a smile and disappeared. The door to the exam room opened and in walked Dr. Grant ... who, it turned out, was Dr. Wood's boyfriend. Standing in front of me was the stud with a brick shithouse body who, for years, I've seen naked. And he looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a lab coat over a form-fitting polo shirt and his pecs were straining against the fabric. It was an amazing vision. I was glad I was sitting on the exam table because the robe hid my growing hard-on. If he wasn't quick, there would be a big precum wet spot growing. I extended my hand and said, "Justin, I didn't know you were a doctor as well! "Yeah, it's easier having a partner that understands the demands of the job. It's great to see you, hot stuff! Brad called me when you were in his office and he told me you have an issue that both of us can help you with." "Yeah, he said there were some bumps on my prostate and I should have them looked at." "And the Truvada?" he asked, "Have you complied with his direction?" "Yes, I have." "Great," he said as he removed his lab coat, which meant I got to appreciate his beautiful body. Some tufts of hair poked above the neck of his shirt, which suggested both his arms and his beautiful pecs were covered with fur. "Okay, I need to check your prostate health to make sure everything is okay. Go ahead and lay back on the table, turn your side and we'll get a look." With my cock rock hard, Justin went about with the ultrasound. He showed me the ultrasound probe that would be going up my asshole, explaining the procedure won't take long. In short order, he rubbed some lube on my hole, then inserted two, then three fingers inside my anus, rubbing them in and out, just like Brad had done two weeks earlier. I remember feeling a slight sting, possibly from a fingernail, but the subtle pressure he was applying to my prostate had turned into pleasure, so my attention was re-directed. I do remember being slightly surprised he wasn't wearing any gloves, but figured that was his business. "Feels awesome doc ... I've needed some action back there." "Good, I'm going to insert the ultrasound probe. It's a little bit bigger, but I'm sure you'll take it like a champ." Justin pulled out his fingers and inserted the ultrasound device. He moved in slow movements in and around my hole. His eyes were focused on the monitor, one hand was managing the probe, but the other hand was draped over my abs inching towards my fully engorged cock. After a couple minutes, Justin untied the gown and pushed it off me, fully exposing my body to him. With the probe still inside me, all I could do was enjoy the experience of him working my hole. He continued to to explore both my ass and also smeared the precum around the head of my cock and foreskin. He was driving me crazy. He withdrew the probe and said, "I have something else that would make your hole feel nice. Just lie still." I heard him strip off his shirt and remove his pants. He felt around my lubed up hole, which he spread onto his cock. "I think you'll like this probe better." Still on my side, he easily slid his big cock inside my hole from behind and started slowly fucking me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said, "Stand up, I want to feel your whole body." I turned to face this amazing stud, with buzzed pubes and huge cock... and a big biohazard tattoo right above his cock. His cock was a little messy with lube a little blood, but everything else was perfect. In a sex club, I would have sucked that cock clean. He asked, "What turns you on more, my fat cock or my biohazard tattoo?" "They both do." He smiled, "One before the other, so back up onto the table and let me back inside that sweet hole." I put my hand on his chest and asked, "You undetectable? Because you know I'm off Truvada." “Yeah, that's just the thing. We had you stop Truvada for a reason. Brad and I both know that you get off on taking all kinds of loads, and we'd like the opportunity to share our DNA to poz you. We converted about a year ago and don't take meds. We're working on converting several more hot guys, and we hope you'll join our conversion club.” "You know this is kinda fucked up, right? I’m probably not protected!" "Rik, look at your cock. You haven't stopped precumming since you got a look at my biohazard tattoo. Get a feel of my low-hangers and tell me you don't want me to fill your hole with a hot load." I reached out and grabbed his huge nuts, and he just moaned. I gave them a squeeze and a tug, and his poz precum oozed on my hand. Actually, he was precumming like crazy as well. I thought my cock gushed precum, but his was drooling. He probably already spread his poison all inside me. "You join our conversion club and you will go on the adventure of a lifetime. Brad and I really want you in with us in breeding the hottest guys." I needed a minute to think about this, but his biohazard tattoo was calling to me. I squatted down to run my fingers over it and to absorb what it meant to him … and what it might mean for me. I was compelled to lick it and suck his tattoo, as if that alone would make a difference. Having a tattoo like that would be sexy as hell. Justin brought me to my feet and backed me up to the table, then bent down to suck on my nips. How could he know that's the fastest way to make me lose control? In no time he was nursing on my tits while I was flat on my back on the table. I was in ecstasy having this infected stud wanting to breed my hole. I lifted my legs to let Justin into my neg hole so he could poz me. Getting his load was just too hot to deny. I could figure out the rest with Dr. Woods later if I change my mind. He said, "Put my cock in your hole and show me what you want." I reached out and grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it up and down my gaping ass slit. His eyes rolled back and he had a satisfied grin on his face. "Yeah, stud. You will love our virus. We'll change your life in ways you can't imagine." I let go of his cock and wrapped my legs around his sexy ass to pull him into me. "Oh yeah ... We've wanted to breed you for a very long time. We've seen you at the gym and always thought you would be an excellent hole to breed and seed. Ever since we converted, you have been on the top of our list to infect." This was so fucking erotic, having this amazing man wanting to fuck his poisonous load inside me. I was happy to take Truvada and stay neg, but having the opportunity to get bred like this is amazing. Justin started his fucking easy, but it wasn't long before he really pounded my hole, doing his best to attack from several angles. "Oh man, your cock feels great … just as good as I hoped it would.” He threw he head back and said, "Fuck dude, here comes my nasty load right inside your hole!" My hole was gaping and abused, and he looked like he just ran a marathon. After keeping his infected cock in my ass for as long as possible, he slowly pulled out. He grabbed a pillow to put under my ass. "Just let that toxic load marinate inside you. Let the infection take hold." “…nfection take hold .…” It took a minute to set in. After having spent years trying to avoid HIV, I had willingly agreed to seroconvert. He cleaned up his cock, pulled on his jock, and picked-up the intercom saying "Mateo, please let Dr Woods know he's needed here. And then please join us in the exam room."

It was a normal night. A hot, muggy Friday summer night, 11:00 PM. I was walking from my apartment to The Machine Shop, my favorite sleaze bar. A good night to have a few drinks, see some friends and fuck a hot cumdump or three. Suddenly, I heard noises from behind a dumpster in the alley I was pa. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and slowed down, pausing in front of the entrance to the alley. I listened more carefully and heard a moan and some panting. I stopped and listened more carefully and could hear someone whisper “breed me, dude. Give me your load.” The rhythmic slap slap got a little louder and the panting got faster and then the slap slap stopped and there was a grunt. Someone was getting what he asked for. A minute later a guy walked out from behind the dumpster zipping up his shorts. He was a handsome, bearded, middle aged dad-bod guy and he just smirked at me and laughed. “Pretty sure he won’t say no to another load.” He walked past me and out of sight. I went into the alley and behind the dumpster was quite a sight. A cute, short, very furry blonde boy with a buzz cut took his shorts, which were hanging from the dumpster, and was halfway to putting them on when he saw me. “You wanna fuck me too, man? $25 in my ass, $15 in my mouth. I take all loads. Raw only.” He stared at me, impassively, with big saucer eyes (somebody had clearly been partying) and stood there, waiting for an answer, holding his shorts. I don’t normally pay for sex. I don’t have to. I’m a pretty hot Daddy if I do say so myself, 45, 5’7, 200 lbs, solid muscle with some padding, covered in fur, trim beard, big hairy ass, and a big fat uncut cock that has the boys I like begging Daddy to fuck them. But this kid’s matter of fact demeanor and sexy face intrigued me, plus I have a hard time turning down a sloppy hole. I got a glimpse of his big ass covered in blonde fur, which is something that really turns me on. “Sure,” I said. “But not here. It smells and it’s hot. I just live a few blocks away. Come. Now, faggot.” I turned and left the alley without waiting to see if he was following me. I knew he would. He looked just a little desperate and I figured he could probably use a shower. He called out “hey, dude, wait up.” I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up to me. He wasn’t more than 5’3” but had a very large, sexy ass that looked like it could be plowed for hours. I intended to find out. We didn’t speak on the short walk back to my apartment. One of the reasons I chose the apartment was that it was a sleazier part of town and close to my favorite bar. I could dip out on a Wednesday night, have a beer, chat with friends, load up a cumdump with daddy issues and make it home in an hour if I wanted to. I opened the front door of the building and ushered my boy whore into the lobby. We walked past the security guard, Josh, who smirked. He was a hot beefy, young queer student who was usually sitting there studying physics or chemistry. He’d seen me walk in with enough sluts to know what was going on. Once in a while he and I hooked up after his shift was over at midnight. A couple of times I invited him up to my apartment to fuck some slut I brought home from the bar. He had a nice fat cock and a big ass that I loved eating while he was fucking some pig. He still hadn’t let me fuck him yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time. Josh smiled at the whore and he motioned to me to text him. I smiled and nodded. The boy and I entered the elevator. I could smell him from a few feet away. He didn’t smell sour, just a bit ripe from being outside and I could smell the cum that was slowly dripping down his leg and into his sock. We got off the elevator at my floor and I walked out without looking at the whore. I still hadn’t said anything to him since I ordered him to follow me. This was making him increasingly nervous and he started to try to make conversation. I cut him off and said “Stop talking now, boy.” I opened the apartment door and he abruptly stopped speaking and relaxed. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna fuck you. Then I’m gonna fuck you some more. Then we’ll see what happens. OK?” I smiled at him and motioned for him to come to me. Just inside the door, I pulled him close and started to kiss him on the mouth, first gently, then increasingly hard. I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. He flinched and his cheek quickly reddened. “What’s your name, Sir?” “My name’s Jake. But you can call me Daddy or Sir if that turns you on. What’s your name, whore?” He smiled and said “Adam, sir. But you can call me whore if you want. It’s the truth and I love it.” “Good whore. Take off your clothes. Leave your jockstrap on. What’s in the bag?” “Just some supplies, Sir. It’s how I make a living.” Ah. The little whore also dealt drugs. This was going to be fun. “How old are you, boy?” “Just 20, Sir.” “Good. Daddy likes corrupting the youth of America.” He laughed and said “I’ve been corrupted for a few years now. I spent half of high school as the hockey and baseball teams cumdump.” I laughed along with him and reached around to his big furry ass. I could feel the cum dripping out of his hole. “How many tricks have you turned today?” “Four, plus the guy in the alley. They all bred my cunt. I saw some regulars this afternoon. I was on my way to the Machine Shop to have a few drinks and meet up with some friends.” “Good, faggot. Nice to know you’re already pre-lubed.” He slightly blushed and I led him to my spare room, set up as a playroom. I walked over to the small fridge and handed him a bottle of water. “Drink it, boy. Stay hydrated. How long you been partying?” “Just since noon, today.” “Good, let’s get you spun back up and put some more loads in your cunt, son. Sound like a plan?” He smiled and said “yes, SIR!,” and proceeded to pull a loaded pipe from a padded, zippered pouch in his bag. He heated up the bowl and took a huge hit off it. This boy was a pro. He motioned me over to take the shotgun. I pulled it in and we passed it back and forth before we did 5 or 6 more huge hits. I had already popped a Cialis so I would be able to keep fucking the boy as long as I wanted. After the last hit I shoved a fat buttplug in his cunt and sent the boy into the bathroom to shower, warning him not to let any of his tricks’ cum out of his ass. “I wanna eat some of that out of your cunt and definitely want to use it to lube up my cock” He grinned and said “yes, sir!” I showed him where the towels were and went back to the playroom, lowered the lights, turned some sleazy gang bang porn on the huge TV on the wall and heard my phone buzz. It was Josh, the security guard, texting me. “That boy is hot as fuck. Any chance you wanna share him?” I knew this was going to be good. Maybe this was my chance to get Josh spun and fuck him too. He was also pretty young, just 21 and finishing his college degree at the local university. He had played football and hockey in high school and had that beefy body they often did. He was about 5’8” and probably weighed around 180. Completely smooth except for his dark hairy legs and bush with a fat cut dick and a big ass that just begged for daddy cock. He thought he was a top. I planned on turning him into a switch. I had never partied with Josh before, but figured I’d offer it to him and see what he did. He could always say no or leave, his choice. But I had a feeling that once he saw Adam’s ass, his cock would be hard, tina or no. I looked at the time. It was 11:45 and Josh’s shift would be ending soon. I smiled and responded to his text “The boy is in the shower. Come up when you’re done. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll leave you a boner pill on the counter.” He just responded with a big happy face emoji. I walked out to the counter in the kitchen and left the yellow, oval shaped pill on the counter with a glass of water. My cock was rock hard, knowing I was about to get a twofer. T-15 minutes.

TRUE STORY! 4 years after 9/11 i went with a friend on a vacation to New York City. I was 22 & he was 21 (Let's call him DB.) and we knew each other from clubbing in Amsterdam. Because we lived close together an about 100km from Amsterdam we started to go out clubbing together. He comes from rich family so we always drove there in his BMW. After closing time we went to the Thermos Sauna to see if we could find (seperate) a hot fuck. He looked very hot naked. He was blond and had a slim slightly athletic hairless body; a real twink. I was build a bit bigger, but an athletic/muscular body due to my Judo training 4 times per week. There was a sexual tention between us but we never acted upon it. We arrived at JFK airport on 4 July. The cab ride was hell but we could look forward to the fireworks show that evening. Those 2 weeks we did almost everything together but also had some evenings/night where we did our own things. That evening he planned a sex date in our hotel room so i went out. Because i also wanted sex i went to a Cruising Bar/Club (I thought it was called Tandem). At the entrance i payed for a locker and went inside. I put all my stuff in the locker and put the towel around my waist. While walking around i saw enough hot young guys but the most guys were older than 35. After a hour or so i had eye contact with one of the hottest black guys i ever seen. He had a ripped body, his body covered with tattoos, a big smile with blinding white teeth, and something big under his towel. I walk passed him and maintained our eye contact. A little bit further i stopped to lean against the wall. I looked at him to see what he will do. After a few minutes he started moving and walked straight passed me. But then he stopped, turned around and openend his towel wide and said: "If you think you can handle all of this then follow me". He turned around and walked on with me following close. We came at 'his' room, he unlocked the door and we walked in. He dropped his towel and i did the same. "Where are you from?" he asked. I answered "The Netherlands. I'm Dutch". He answered with "Never fuck a Dutch boy" and started to laugh. He asked me if i wanted a drink. I nodded. He said "It's laced with some G". My reaction was "Perfect! That always makes me horny and relax". He started stroking his semi soft black cock while i was drinking. "YEAH! Drink it all. I want you high and loose" he said. I could see that he was getting turned on because his cock started to grow longer and thicker. "Suck me" je ordered. So i went down on my knees and took his huge cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and started pushing his not full erect cock inside. I'm very good in deep throating but this cock made me gag. My gag reflex tried to push me off his cock but he held my head in place and after ever gag reflex my throat relaxed for a second or two. As soon as it relaxed he pushed in deeper. Big amounts of saliva started drooling from the sides of my mouth. After 2/3 of his cock in my throat the reflex stopped which made it easier to breath thru my nose. He kept his dick inside and moved his hands to my nipples. He began to twist and pinch them which made me horny as hell. "Now do mine!" he ordered. I put my hands up and try to feel my way to them. When i found them i mirrored what he was doing. He started to grunt and i felt his cock swell up in my throat. A warm feeling went down my throat. After a minute he pulled out. "Did you come?" i asked. "Sort of" he replied. "I have loads of micro orgasms that make me ooze cum. I can cum a large amount before finally blasting the mother load!" and begins to laugh. I stand up and we started kissing. He stops kissing me and asks "Not many can handle my thick 11" cock. Why do you think that you can take mine?". "I'm playing with toys since i was 16 and i took my first fist at 18 and both hands at 21" i answered. His eyes lightened up and he said that he wanted to fist me with the cum in my ass afterwards. "No condom?" i asked surprise. "Look at it... no condom fits" he said. He saw me hesitating so he asked me if i really wanted to pass up the opportunity being fucked by an enormous black cock, but he could understand and respect my choice if i did. But he had me; i couldn't pass this up. I asked if he maybe had some K (ketamine) too relax my ass better. He answered "No" but added that he had something beter called T. In 2004 no one had even heard of Meth in The Netherlands, so i assumed that T was similar to K. I climbed in the sling and he strapped my legs up. He lubed up my ass before shoving a shard up my ass and pushing it in he then pulled out and shoved another shard in my ass. He then started to work his fingers in my ass. One quickly became two and after several minutes he had three inside me. "Your hole is already very loose" he said while massaging the melted shards inside my ass. "It burns" i said. "That will subside quickly" he replied. And within 5 minutes it went over in to a warm glow that started spreading thru my body. I was horny as hell and i pleaded with him to work my ass harder and deeper. He pulled out his fingers. My ass felt so empty that i begged him to put them back. But he had something better. He began to push his huge cock inside me. Slowly he sank deeper until he couldn't go deeper. He was stuck on 2" but determined to go balls deep. So he gave me poppers and inhaled several times very deep. My ass began to relax. He then grabbed my nipples and began twisting and pinching them again. I reached out and did the same with his nipples, before he could say anything. He began to grunt and i started moaning. I started to feel his warm cum oozing inside me. Slowly my second sphincter gave way. I yelped when the head of his cock slid past it. He then rammed his cock as deep as he could. He then nearly pulled out completely and slid his cock back in me. And rammed the last few inches thru my second sphincter. I gave a yell because of the pain. "Take some more poppers" he said. While i took deep hits he pulled out his cock and as soon as i was flying high he rammed his whole cock balls deep inside me. With every stroke he started to speed up. He piston fucked me for at least 25 minutes. He was drenched in sweat. My hole was foaming from all the cum he was oozing. His grunts became louder before slamming his cock deep inside me. I felt how his cock pulsated in my ass. Every pulse was stream of cum. It felt as an endless stream that was filling me up. He pulled out and i felt the cum gushing out of my ass. He quickly pressed his fist against my hole to stop it. I knew right away what he wanted. I took the poppers and begin to take deep hits while he started to work his fist in my ass by rotating. After about 8 hits i was flying high. I wanted his fist so bad that i pushed out as hard as i can while he pushed back. Then i relaxed again and i felt how my ass sucked his fist inside. He fisted me for at least 30 minutes before he starting to punch fuck me with his fist non-stop for 10 minutes. As he pulled out my ass remained open. Then we kissed. [ I never asked him for his status otherwise i would have know that he was poz and that he loaded me up with enough toxic cum to poz me three times over! ] MORE TO COME...

It should be all about you. Yes, he's your BF, but how many BFs have you had over the years? Is he going to be your BF/husband five years from now? In the same way that getting a BF's name tattooed on yourself is a bad idea, so is becoming poz because a BF suggests it. Tattoos can be removed (painfully), but a poz diagnosis can't. If you yourself want to be poz, get incredibly boned over the idea, can't get it out of your head, have researched it, and know you will be able to obtain affordable meds (assuming your choice is to go on meds, which it sounds like is likely), then by all means, go for it. You'll find a lot of people to support your decision here. If it were me though, I would let the decision simmer for at least six months or more and make sure that it's really a long-term passion of your own, and not just something you're doing to please him. If he's still into you after you tell him you're either not doing it, or not doing it right now but maybe later, then that's a good sign for your relationship.

I think its a beautiful thing possibly,but make the decission independant of relationship longevity.As a neg man chasing I really see the potential here for an extraordinary bonding experience.:)

For goodness’ sake. If you read the conversations on these boards, anyone would get the impression that the bareback world is teeming with men with massive endowments, and every bottom who posts his ‘true’ story encounters them regularly. When we watch porn, we apparently get confirmation of this, because there the cocks are, biiiigggger than life. So how does the average Top feel when he then unzips his pants and looks down and doesn’t find one of those? How does a bottom feel when he can’t get any play because he’s set his profile to read “Only 8+”? Why do so many men feel the need to embellish the tales of their experiences both in their own minds and in what they write here to perpetuate this fantasy about the Big Cock? First of all, porn is largely to blame; porn isn’t an impartial, objective representation of the cock world as it is, the industry cherry-picks men with the largest genitalia for that specific reason, and uses cinematic techniques to emphasize their dimensions even further. After that, though, the blame falls on the consumers of porn for perpetuating the misconception at their own expense, for celebrating the BBC as though it were a thing apart from its owner (and an actual defining trait) and worse, for reducing all men to a series of numbers by which we are judged: 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12. We need a reality check, badly. Fortunately, the British Journal of Urology International, in 2015, published a synthesis of 17 independent studies of human male penis size, encompassing a total sampling of 15,521 individuals, to arrive at actual data on the standard distribution of cock size in Homo sapiens. You can find the results here: [think before following links] https://www.science.org/content/article/how-big-average-penis The average length, gentlemen (go get your rulers) is 5.16 inches. A penis length of 6.3 puts a man in the 95th percentile, meaning that out of every 100 men, only 5 of them will be longer than 6.3. I’ll place the graph from the study here for reference: Note that the highest length notated on the chart is 22cm - 8.66 inches - putting it in the 99.9th percentile. Extrapolate that upward and you begin to get into orders of magnitude in rarity. All those 10” cocks everybody’s getting pounded with? They belong to men that are one-in-thousands. Now, they aren’t mythical like unicorns - they really are out there. The porn at least proves that much. And, some of the stories told here are completely true. I personally am very careful not to exaggerate or embellish what happens to me, and I can honestly say that yes, I have been fucked by an 11” cock, and by a 10” cock. But only one of each (though the 11” had me twice). Since I’ve taken more than 1,000 cocks, it’s not statistically odd that I might have had these encounters, nor the handful of 9s and 8s I’ve taken. But if one were to somehow tally up every fuck chronicled on this forum and sort them by the size claimed for the Top, I’m absolutely sure the result would be impossible to reconcile statistically with the chart above. Guys, you don’t have to be huge to be a terrific Top. Bottoms, let’s face it, huge is largely a fetish - a really good fuck is all about your attitude and the Top’s skill. Maybe we can all re-calibrate our expectations a little and accept ourselves and each other as we are. I’m just a little over 7”. If length actually mattered, that would put me right about the 99th percentile, and some might bemoan a tragic waste of a good cock on a total bottom. But as I don’t penetrate at all, I might as well not have a cock at all, and so that 7” number becomes meaningless. We’re not numbers. We’re men. Always remember that. Otherwise, it’s just fuck by numbers.

HOLY SHIT. soooooooo fucking hot! 😛

8x6 uncut actually

Don't do it! Fantasies are one thing, reality is different! If this is a guy you've never met, he could be really dangerous. I'm all for living out your extreme and twisted desires, but for gods sake, do this kind of stuff with someone you know and trust! A stranger is not the way to go for this. You could wind up in a hospital, or worse, dead. Think about it.

@CColt_88

So great to see another guy embracing sexual promiscuity as I and many (but not near enough) males do. I can often be found in the Heretic on pup nights in the back play area, down on all 4's in my pup gear, taking cocks and the occasional hands while guys enjoy my own fat penis. Slut on, brother!!

Exuberant Cock Loving Extra Fine Hairy Lil' Pig Gets Dicked Down & Loaded By A Masked Stranger [think before following links] https://www.xnxx.com/video-11zdrf18/amateur_homemade_gay_sex

To hear this would be like a dream cum true!

They deserve to enjoy their chance to release their seed inside us!

Part 4: Returning More Favours After my cock, excited beyond anything I’d ever felt before, fired my load deep into Brent’s spasming hole as he came right with me, we both passed out. That whole Saturday was the most exciting day I’d ever experienced but it was also exhausting! Somewhere during the night, I woke up to a rather full sensation in my lower regions, and a hairy, brawny arm wrapped around my chest. That sneak, Brent, had wormed his way back into my ass while I was asleep on my side and was busily pumping his way up to another orgasm. My god, I thought, doesn’t this stud ever stop or even slow down a bit? I responded as best I could in my half-asleep state, and I managed to start working him a bit with my muscles, which brought him to the finish line. As another dose of sperm pumped inside me, I was already falling asleep again, but I did register the squeeze of the arm and the whispered “Thank you” just before I went right under. Turnabout is fair play. I woke up first in the morning and found Brent lying asleep on his face next to me. Those bulging, furry butt muscles were just too tempting to ignore. I knew it for me, and I knew it for my dick because it woke up and went from nowhere to full erection very quickly. But I didn’t feel the need to fuck Brent again – at least, not right away. I was hungry, and the answer was staring me right in the face. Rolling over, I got on all fours between his legs and started licking at those cakes, and the crack between them. Gradually, I worked my way deeper and deeper into that incredible ass, lapping at the hole and tasting the cum that oozed out of him. Evidently, in spite of all our sexual antics the day before, I’d managed to produce a more-than-respectable load when he asked me to treat him to his first-ever assfuck. But hey, a man’s gotta look out for his friends and do whatever he can to help them, right? As I was busily enjoying this first course, Brent slowly woke up. I swear, I could hear the smile in his voice when he muttered, sleepily, “Don’t stop, Pete, that feels so good.” I redoubled my efforts, plunging my tongue into his hole and prying open his no-longer-virgin ass. As my tongue wormed its way inside him, he moaned aloud and reached back to grasp my head and jam me further inside his crack. After a few more minutes of butt munching, I rolled Brent over onto his back. Then I climbed over him, turned to face his feet, and lifted his legs up, pushing my head back into his welcoming ass. As I did, I slowly eased my own butt down towards his face, and he took the hint with no prompting. The moans in his room got louder and louder as we drove each other crazy with our ass eating. I could feel drips of pre-cum from Brent’s cock smearing onto my neck and chin, and I knew mine was leaking too. We kept tonguing and piercing each other’s holes for a while, in no hurry to do anything else, and then the door opened and Kyle walked in. Naked as the day he was born, Kyle was definitely a sight for sore eyes. So were the two big steaming mugs of coffee in his hands. His cock was growing even with no hands to help it wake up. “I was going to ask if you fellows wanted breakfast, but I see you got there ahead of me.” Brent and I laughed, as we untangled ourselves long enough to grab the coffee and start warming up our insides while we joked about the wild time we’d been having. Finally, Brent called the business meeting to order. “Okay, guys, I know we’d all love to spend all day romping again, but we need to clean everything up and get this house and yard back in order. My family are coming back into town in two days, and I don’t think they’d be amused at the mess we’ve made of this place.” The rest of that Sunday passed in a whirlwind of cleaning, pitching, scrubbing, washing, and garbage collecting. We picked up pop cans, beer cans, pizza boxes, takeout bags, and more – but no used condoms (surprise, surprise!). And airing everything out. Brent’s bedroom did reek of man sweat and cum, for some strange reason, and so did Kyle’s room where there had been some more antics going on the previous night, after we’d eaten dinner and before the three younger guys left. By about five o’clock, we had everything back in good order. All three of us packed up our bags to head back to the campus and our respective apartments there. But the fun and games kept right on rolling, throughout the remainder of the summer and the whole of the next school year. Twosome and threesome (and foursome and moresome) sleepovers became the rule, rather than the exception, and could happen any time those pesky things called “roommates” were out for the night. I’m sure our respective roommates all knew what was going on, but there was no point getting them upset with how easy it was for us to get laid while so many of those poor straight guys struggled in vain to keep up with us! My ass was now thoroughly accustomed to being fucked, having been reamed out by Doug once, Sven twice, and Brent – well, I lost count of how many times Brent and I did each other. But there were other favours to be returned too. It seemed only fair that, having enjoyed bottoming so much, we should at least introduce Kyle and Tyler to the joys of topping. That was another memorable night of multiple orgasms and ended with a couple of positions I’d never experienced before. First was a four-man fuck train, with me at the front, then Tyler fucking me, Kyle fucking Tyler, and Brent bringing up the rear, lodged firmly inside Kyle’s rear. We were lying on the floor in a row on our sides, and the noise of moaning and grunting would have done justice to a particularly sleazy porn flick. I remember thinking it would be awesome if we all came at the same time, but that wasn’t quite how it worked out. Tyler was so excited by all the stimulation he was getting that he shot inside me within about two minutes. But he kept right on going, partly because his cock wasn’t folding on him at all, and partly because there was no way Kyle was letting go of him. After that, I think Kyle came next inside Tyler, then I blew my rocks off, and Brent fired the last shot of that train ride. Or at least, it would have been the last shot if Tyler hadn’t yelled at Kyle to “keep going, I’m almost ready to shoot again.” Kyle bravely kept pumping, and a minute later Tyler propelled another load into my ass. After a break for drinks and getting our breath back, Tyler told us he wanted to try something else he’d never done before. He proceeded to direct us, just as if he was a film director. He had Brent and me lie down on the floor on our backs, feet to feet, and then interlock our legs and slide together until our balls and dicks were touching. At first, I didn’t know what he had in mind, but Kyle figured it out when he saw Tyler squirting a generous dose of lube into his hand and applying it to his butthole. “Dude, you’re not really, are you?” “Stick around and find out.” With that, he crouched over us, grabbed both our hard dicks with one hand, and proceeded to wiggle around and push and turn until he got both those big hard tools inside him at once. I think my jaw was hanging open at the sight of this slim young man with his narrow hips and tight ass forcing so much man meat up inside his butt at one time. Tyler moaned, “I fucking love taking two at once.” That’s when I realized that the horny young slut had done all of this before, probably more than once. Once he was firmly seated on our cocks, he began to move up and down. The first few times, he lost one pole or the other, but eventually he got into a rhythm that let him keep both of us right where he wanted us. After a few minutes, Brent started to thrust up into Tyler, and with that I began to move too. We synchronized automatically so that I pulled down as Brent shoved up, and vice versa. Kyle stepped in front of Tyler and fed his cock into Tyler’s mouth, and although Tyler’s eyes were glazing over with the powerhouse sensation of being double-fucked, he managed to start sucking on Kyle at the same time. And it was Kyle who came first, pumping his sperm into Tyler’s gaping mouth. It didn’t take much longer before I felt mine rising up my shaft. And Brent muttered that he was just about to come too. Both of us speeded up, and this time it worked. Inside Tyler’s overstretched hole, I could actually feel Brent’s cock flexing against my quivering tool, as both of us pumped our seed out into Tyler at the same time. And just as we came, Tyler moaned and shot his load off into space without even having touched his cock. I think everyone went home aching after that party. Before we really had time to notice, we realized that the end of the semester was coming up – and for Kyle, Brent, and myself it was the end of our college career and our water polo career. It was no surprise that Brent ended his career with a year as the team captain, with Kyle and I serving as co-assistant captains. (I remember the coach had given a little wink while formally announcing those positions at the start of the season). It was also the end of our long-running sexual shenanigans, as Brent was going off to a far-distant larger school for his med schooling, while Kyle was moving to the west coast to live the life, and I was going back home to take up a position in the business office of city hall. Doug, Tyler, and Sven all moved up into starter positions on the water polo team. We had one last wild weekend with all six of us to say goodbye, and then we were off and on our various ways into “real life” – whatever that might hold for us. We’d long since become good friends as well as fuck buddies, so you can be sure we all kept in touch with each other. We also scheduled occasional visits to each other’s locations, but those often involved as much talk and reminiscence as they brought on any more hot and heavy bedroom fun. I sort of expected one or more of our original three to settle down first, perhaps Brent because of his intense workload. But he continued to work hard and play hard. To my surprise, and probably to everyone else’s surprise as well, it was dear, slim, slutty Tyler who settled down before any of the rest of us, forming an exclusive relationship only a year or two after leaving school with a guy who was about 8 or 9 years older than him, although otherwise cut from the same hairy, muscular cookie cutter as Brent, Kyle, and myself – but with blond hair. Sven and Doug hooked up by the time they left school and stayed together for quite a few years. I suspected Brent might be getting serious about one of his med school classmates, but he always dismissed it as “just fuck buddies.” And life rolled on. I had some casual liaisons, but nothing serious or lasting. Twice a week, I drove into the nearest big city for the regular practices, and occasional games, with a gay water polo team. That certainly helped me to keep in fighting trim, as did my other periodic visits to a masters’ swim club. All the while, I was moving up the ladder at work. When the Chief Administrative Officer got recruited to a larger centre, I applied for the position and got it, in spite of still being only 30. It was a great, albeit challenging, job and I enjoyed it immensely from the get-go. Work was such a challenge, in fact, that I felt I could quite easily go on as I was, doing without a partner of my own. Then, right around the seventh anniversary of my graduation from university, my past reached out to bite my ass – literally – and turn my life into a rather different path than I had been envisaging.

Some years ago, the big theme at the Kentucky State Fair was jams and jellies. There was a big tent with dozens and dozens of different kinds from all over the Commonwealth, stacked in tiers, in rainbows of colors. The tent was always full of people milling around. You could buy anything there. But not that many people actually bought much out of that tent. Nearby, there was another tent that just had four or five kinds, just basic jams and preserves and such, and they sold jars hand over fist. What was the difference? The people in the big tent were faced with too many options - too many factors, too many decisions to make. But when you only have to choose between the blackberry jam or the apple butter, you can make a choice without much hassle. The apps are the big tent. All the choices are out there. We spend hours sifting through them - hours in which we could be actually fucking - because there’s just too much selecting to do. (The fact that half the merchandise is being falsely advertised doesn’t help.) Going out cruising, or to the bathhouse or going ass-up at a hotel and just letting anons come to you is the small tent. The choices are more limited, and get very much easier as the night drags on, until at 2:00am you’re left deciding whether to let the apple butter fuck you or go home unfucked. Simple choice. (You go home with an ass full of apple butter.) Actually, we mostly all are looking for abs whether we realize it or not. There’s some science behind this. The hypothesis is that abs specifically - and fitness generally - signal that an individual is likely to have high virility and higher than average reproductive success. In some species, this fitness also translates to a greater likelihood of being able to provide and protect, but males do not serve this function in all species. In this context, this may possibly hold true more for bottoms than for Tops, who may possibly in some cases take sexual attraction cues from the characteristics more associated with females, such as the shape of the buttocks or a relatively less defined musculature. Obviously this varies widely, and the study I was reading was entirely hetero-based, so I’m definitely extrapolating.

I think it's pretty shallow if a guy wont date a person who is HIV+....A guy is more than just his HIV, I know a guy that wont even talk to guys that are HIV+ he asks the question are you clean? I think that is totally rude to associate a person who is HIV+ as unclean...Especially when he doesnt even know how the person contracted HIV it could have been a blood transfusion years ago.... In the gay community there is so much judging that I feel we are our worst enemy.....I would be open to dating a guy who is HIV+ in fact I prefer someone who is poz as he at least knows his status where as a lot of neg guys really dont know their status.

Reversed here. I like to suck cock but i prefer to get a fuck 😅

I was like that in high school where I really liked getting fucked but absolutely LOVED sucking cock. so I was constantly sucking a LOT of guys off. I would suck anyones cock, anytime, anywhere, any number of guys and was constantly trolling for guys to suck off and I even had a reputation in school for being a cocksucker and having great skills. everyone knew I could see-throat and it was common knowledge that I had no gag reflex and would suck off anyone that asked. I was blowing men from online, public restrooms and sneaking into porn theatres to suck off anyone who came in for hours. but gradually as men started fucking me more and more I got more into getting fucked up the ass and bred and that became what I was known for doing with anyone. after awhile so many guys were fucking me that I wasn’t even getting to suck most mens cocks. they would just go straight for my pussy. now, the more I get fucked, the more I need and I get get fucked by a couple dozen men in one night without tasting a single cock. but as a true cocksucking faggot, I will always love being down on my knees having men use my throat.

It was a Saturday night, and plans fell through for going out with friends. So I was sitting at my computer going through local ads for shemale companions. I came across one ad for someone who actually was quite close to me. She advertised as a dominant Latin shemale, 5'10", 170lbs, long black hair and well hung. It had been a long time since I got properly laid, so I called her up. A feminine accented voice answered, we had a brief chat about what I wanted and arranged a time. Shower, shave, clean out and I was at her place in an hour. When she answered the door I was floored. She had on those shiny black thigh high boots, PVC mini skirt, lace top, full red lips and a perfume that got me instantly going. I stepped inside, she closed the door and she firmly pushed my back against the wall, kissing me deeply and tweaking my nipples. When she stopped kissing me, she said, I'm going to take control of you tonight and you will love it. With that, she took out a small brown bottle (which I later discovered were poppers), and placed it under my nose. Inhale slowly and deeply with each nostril she told me. I got this incredible rush along with a feeling of sluttiness. She looked at me and smiled then took my hand and led me to a darkened bedroom. She then stood behind me and slowly took off everything I was wearing. When she was done, she wrapped her arms around me and I could feel this massive cock getting hard between my legs. Time for you to have some more treats as she put the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale again. My knees got weak and she guided me to lie face down on the bed. She got on top of me and started pouring oil on my back and ass, giving a deep and strong massage, all the while rubbing that massive cock between my cheeks. I started pushing my ass against her cock, but she said not yet honey, you need some stretching exercises. She took a big pillow and put it under my stomach and then poured more oil on my ass. I then felt slowly one finger then two enter my ass. As she was going in and out, she handed me the bottle of poppers and said you will take a hit every time I tell you, like right now! As I inhaled again, she suddenly got 4 fingers in me! I never felt so slutty, as I pushed against those fingers. She purred, you like that do you? How about a little more? Take another hit baby. As I sniffed deeply, she got her thumb in, then with a gentle push I could feel her whole hand go inside me. I was shocked, breathing deeply and she said relax, I'm not going any further. Just feel it, enjoy it. I'm taking control of your ass. Now take another small hit and I'm going to take my hand out. I think you're ready for the main event. She slowly withdrew her hand, turned me over onto my back and smiled at me. Very good, you did so well. She then leaned over, kissed me deeply and lay on top of me, taking me into her arms. After a few minutes of cuddling and caressing, she whispered into my ear, I really like you, and now I'm going to own you. Take another hit of poppers, hold it, exhale, then take a second hit. As I was taking that first hit, she turned my body so my ass was partially off the bed, put my legs on her shoulders and smiled. I know you really want this. She then began stroking her cock and I got a good look at it. This was definitely 9 inches and thick. As I was taking the second hit of poppers, she started inching her way into my ass, no condom just bare. I'd never taken a bare cock in my life but it felt so good going in. Now breathe deeply and take one more hit, and as I did, she went all the way in. My god I felt so full, so slutty and completely in her control. She then took the bottle of poppers and took a hit herself, handed them back to me and slowly started to fuck me, staring deeply into my eyes. Nothing was said during the next 20 minutes, just a slow deep fucking, every few minutes she would gesture for me to take some more poppers. I could see sweat building up on her forehead, and then she said, this is now where I mark you as mine, are you ready? I just smiled and said yes, I am yours. With that, she buried herself deeply into me and I could feel her cock pulse, 7, 8 times and a feeling of warmth and wetness in my ass. She stayed inside me and caressed my body, quietly saying, you are mine, all mine, I own you and will have you in any way I want. My seed is in you now, there is no going back. Now take another hit of poppers. As I did, she slowly pulled out and cupped her hand below my ass as a handful of cum leaked out. She crawled up onto the bed and poured it into my mouth. Go ahead and swallow and don't worry, I left lots more inside you. Her cum was sweet, thick and made me want more. She then kissed me again, both of us tasting her cum. She sat back, smiled, and said, I think I know what I want to do with you now. She went into her dresser drawers, took out a bra, crotchless panties, a corset and stockings. Stand up my pet, and get dressed in these . She guided me on how to wear the lingerie and then stood back, I like this look on you. She then put a blindfold on me and led me over to a fuck bench in the living room. When she strapped me in, she placed a breathing mask over my nose and filled it with poppers. The poppers did not feel as strong but it was a constant hit. I heard her walk away and get on her phone. Hello girl, are you bored? I have a new playtoy! 20 minutes? I'll see you soon! We're going to have some fun tonight!

CHAPTER TWO Two days later he called me. Well, texted, actually. I think not having to actually speak to me made it less of a violation to him, like he wasn’t really cheating -and he certainly wasn’t cheating with another dude! The text said: Last day near book shop. Noon. Don’t be late. Short and sweet and to the point. I was at work but everyone deserves a little cock with their lunch, don’t they? I ducked out early so that I could get there on time. As before, it was just before noon and not terribly busy in the book store. I’d been coming from the opposite direction, so I didn’t see any of the construction or the crew when I arrived. But within a matter of minutes, he walked in the front door. Rushed in, actually, clearly so that none of his work buddies would see where he was sneaking off to. Our eyes met immediately and we headed back, silently, to the booths. We were there with a purpose so no time was wasted talking. He just followed me into the booth, locked the door behind us, and while I took my pants off, he fished his already fully erect dick out of his pants. This time he didn’t just take his dick out through the fly. He opened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles so that I could get a good look at those sexy, thick muscular legs. At first glance he looked lean-muscular. But those legs told a different story. Those legs were powerful and sexy -a strong weakness of mine. As if his Alpha attitude wasn’t enough to brainwash me, those legs certainly would do the trick! I got on my knees on the cum-sticky floor once again and got to work on that beautiful meat. He threw his head back and moaned as he enjoyed everything my mouth did to him. I heard him whispering to himself -Fuck, what are you doing to me? This was having some kind of effect on him, just not sure what. I think he was still in some sort of denial that he was in an adult book store with his dick in a faggot’s mouth. After a while I wanted to see how open I could get him to be so I eased off of his cock and started tonguing his balls. I slurped and licked those milk-makers like it was a melting popsicle. They were big and heavy, obviously full of cum -that thought got my mouth watering even more. What I wouldn’t give to feel that load going up my ass!! I wasn’t going to push my luck, though. He knew that I took dick up my ass without question, so it was there if he wanted. But all he seemed interested in was my mouth on his cock and balls. So he let me alternate between the two for at least 15 minutes. I normally get a little bored with lengthy blowjobs, but considering the environment and the sexy guy, I wasn’t bothered this time at all. I tried to brace myself with my hands on his muscular legs but he slapped them away. He really wasn’t into me touching him -probably too intimate, too gay. If only he knew -I really wanted to reach behind him and grab a firm butt cheek in each hand to pull his cock all the way down my throat as he emptied his seed into me. But no hands on legs definitely meant no hands on butt, so I managed. I was actually feeling a little like a con artist. Only I was going for the long con. Start off slow, earn their trust, and as he gets more comfortable, begin introducing new things extremely slowly so as to not scare him away. Possibly make him think it had been his idea -that would take a little work, but with patience it could be done. With a little time, I knew that I could get him wanting, needing, more than just a blowjob. Like last time, he took a firm grip on my ears and began to slam his cock into my throat, gagging me so deliciously, until he finally grunted loudly and flooded my mouth with his yummy cum. I let it all pool on my tongue, delighting in the feel of his as it slithered around in my mouth. The very second that I taste a fresh load, I get so fucking horny, and today was no exception. This was putting me into overdrive. Finally, after a minute or so, as he redressed and caught his breath, I swallowed his seed and smiled up at him. “Worth it?” I asked. “Worth what?” he asked, frowning. “The risk of getting spotted coming here.” The corner of his mouth tugged up on one side, giving him an extra sexy crooked grin. “I already scoped the area out this morning before anyone showed up to the site. Back door will take me out of sight and I’ll head back around from the other way.” I stood up to relieve my sore knees, and laughed at him. “Sounds like spy work. Too bad today’s the last day on this job.” He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? You like sucking this dick, faggot?” he asked, grabbing his denim clad bulge in his right hand. Fuck, I can never resist a man who grabs his crotch -there is nothing more masculine. “Damn right I do,” I told him. “My offer still stands. Any time you need to drain those balls, call or text and I’ll be there.” “You an on-call whore for all guys?” he asked gruffly. “Nah. I have a few friends I fuck around with, but no one I’ve made that arrangement with.” He just nodded, maybe glad, I don’t know. He’s not at all interested in me, so why would he feel possessive? He let those other guys breed me last time, maybe he just likes being in charge. Alpha, after all. I thought he was going to leave but he stopped with his hand on the handle, and turned back to me. He gestured over to the glory hole. There was no dick sticking through, but there was a helluva lot of cum dripping down the wall from some morning customers. Probably some ass juices, too. “Clean that shit up,” he ordered. My eyes took in the messy hole. There was cum all around it, and a thick trail all the way down the wall, ending with a nice sized puddle on the floor. My mouth was salivating again, my dick was throbbing in my jock strap, and my ass was quaking. I really wished I’d gotten fucked again while sucking him, but no such luck today. I started slowly licking around the hole, glancing sideways at him to see if he was enjoying what I was doing. Judging from the bulge in his jeans, I’d say so. I couldn’t believe I was doing something so dirty. Spent cum from total strangers, and who knows how many guys it had come from? Although that thought sort of scared me, it turned me on more, and fueled my hunger. I slurped and licked my way down the wall and stopped at the puddle on the floor. There had to be a good half cup or more there. On my knees again at this point, I couldn’t help it -I reached down and swirled my fingers around in the cummy mess. Once they were good and coated, I watched him as I reached back and inserted those fingers up my ass. “Fucking pig whore!” he yelled at me. “Do it again!” he ordered. I dipped my fingers in two more times and shoved the cum into my greedy hole, and then he lifted his booted foot up and stopped on my shoulder. Then he pushed me down, face down, towards the puddle. Even though I’d scooped up some of the loads into my ass, there was still lots there and he clearly wanted to watch me eating it all up off of the dingy disgusting book store floor. I couldn’t even imagine how many years of loads had accumulated on this floor and here I was on my knees, about to ingest all that I could. For him. His foot held firm as my face was in the slimy puddle like a pig in a trough. I slurped and I sucked until there was nothing left. And then he released me. I sat up licking my chops, smiling at him, even though he wore a look of amused disgust. “I’ll call you,” he said, abruptly turning and disappearing. And just like that he was gone, and I realized I had to get my filthy ass back to work. Good thing I had a high-protein lunch to get me through the rest of the day. I hoped I didn’t have to wait long for his next call.

Part 2 I avoided my friend for a few days after that night until the weekend my roommate went away with his boyfriend. I was lying in bed with my morning wood when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door without even asking who was there. It was my friend from the other night all by himself with me standing there only in a pair of boxers and my morning wood pointing his way. For some strange reason I didn’t go soft but seemed to grow harder as thoughts of that night from the previous weekend seemed to flow through my mind. My friend reached down and grabbed my hard cock letting me know that he was glad to see that I was excited to see him. A slight moan escaped through my lips as he walked in telling me to shut the door. He had his ‘pipe’ with him and I needed no coaxing to smoke with him. Soon enough we were feeling really good as we kissed. He said I had a couple more lessons and he was my private tutor. I wasn’t sure what he meant until he pushed my head into his crotch telling me it was time to learn to suck dick. The drugs had me going as I opened my mouth and he slid his 8” cock inside. He coached me about breathing through my nose as I attempted to do the best I could at sucking him. Of course through all this I found my own cock hard and throbbing. He whispered to me that if I gave him a good blow job he’d let me fuck him as he fucked me the week before. The idea of experiencing what it would be like to fuck a guy and compare that t fucking a chick. I did my best to work his rod with my mouth and tongue. My bud began to run his hands through my hair as I heard his breathing begin to quicken and his cock seemed to grow harder in my mouth. I knew he was going to blow his load and wasn’t sure I was ready to swallow another guys sperm until he said fuck yeah, you know you want to swallow my cum, yeah bro suck my cock, eat my cum. He then fired into my mouth as I was shocked at first until I got a really good taste of his spunk. It was kind of sweet with a slight salty taste, tangy in a way. I then hungrily sucked for all I could get out of his cock. When he pulled his softening cock from my hungry mouth I looked up at him and knew it was time to fuck him. We hit the pipe a few more times and he taught me how to shotgun the smoke to each other before laying back, grabbing some lube and greasing up my hard cock and his hole. He guided me between his legs as I needed no help guiding my cock to his hungry hole. He urged me to sink in balls deep in a single thrust. The look in his eyes was pure lust as he urged me to fuck him and breed his ass. His ass was nice, warm and tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. He knew what I was thinking as he urged me on telling me to enjoy my first ass. I could feel him work his ass muscles, making note to do the same the next time he was to fuck me……..OH MY GOD! DID I REALLY WANT TO GET FUCKED AGAIN?? Between the warmth, the tightness and how he worked his ass it didn’t take long before I was really pounding his hole and getting close to cumming. He told me to breed his ass just before kissed me, That’s when I felt a strong orgasm start and I flooded his ass with my load.

Was at an ABS last night, standing in the hallway, and heard these two guys (presumably friends) talking together about sucking dick, and stuff, and their wives, so I knew they were married. Each also had a wedding band on. No big deal to me, I could careless if guys were cheating on their wives. The one guy was hot, about 28, brown, short, wavy hair, green eyes, muscular, athletic type. Bubble butt under his cargos. I smiled at him and went into a booth with a glory hole in it. In less than a minute I heard someone come into the booth on the other side. Glanced through the hole, and there were the cargo pants I had seen before. Saw the pants slide down around his ankles, and then his dick came through the hole. Hmm, I thought, I thought this guy was talking about sucking dick, not getting sucked, but I love to suck too, so what the hell. His dick was semi-hard, uncut, and about 5" soft so far. I slid my tongue under his foreskin, and licked, and took the head into my mouth. His dick plumped out to about 8 inches, and the skin pulled back off his glistening wet head. I sucked him all the way into my mouth, as my hands worked his balls. I could taste thick pre-cum from his tip. Gently sucked him, driving him crazy for like 2-3 minutes, when he got rock hard, and started to pull his dick back through the hole (why would he do that?), but I had a good hold on his balls, and held on tight. Not wanting any pain in his balls at that climax moment, he pushed his dick back all the way through the hole, right as his cum spewed out in thick spurts into my mouth. I held his cum in my mouth while he was cumming so it would be really wet and warm. When he finished, I licked all I could from his head, and swallowed it all down. Licked his shaft clean, as he pulled it back through. Well, again not what I expected, but very nice I thought. Next thing I know, his ass is backed up against the hole. Being still on my knees, I put my tongue to his ass and started licking and sucking it. I love a guy that wants more even after he cums. I worked on his sweet, smooth, pink hole for about five minutes, when he backs away and hands me a condom through the glory hole. I struggled with the urge to fuck and the dislike of condoms, this was a nice ass! I also struggled with my need to breed his ass, at all costs, being incredibly turned on by doing that. So I took the condom pack, opened it up, and with my teeth, bit off the tip of it, making a huge hole in the end. I rolled it onto my dick, and held my hand over the end as I was lubing it with spit. I could see him watching me to see that I had the condom on. His ass came back to the hole, with his fingers there to help guide my dick in, he had also put some lube onto his ass. I positioned my dickhead right at his hole, and his hands grasped my shaft (condom covered) to feel it, and make sure it was there, as he helped guide me in. The hole in the end of the condom was only big enough to cover my slit on the head, but I held tightly onto my condom covered shaft as I pushed in, and felt the entire head of the condom tear as I pushed into him, so that my entire head of my cock was now inside him bare. I held still onto the condom as I pushed in, to get about 2" of my dick raw inside him, with just now the lower part of my shaft covered with the condom. His hand moved away, and his ass came back fully against the glory hole and onto my dick. The feeling of being inside someone bare is just too strong to resist, it’s like I go into a trance. I began pumping his ass, wild with lust that this boy was being fucked bare, but didn't know it. His ass was so warm, and moist, and hot, I got close in like 3 minutes. Glory holes always turn me on for some reason and make me cum fast anyway. I gave a final push into him deep, and just held it there, and started to cum and breed his ass, blowing my spunk into him raw. This hot married dude, was being seeded and bred, but didn't know it. I could feel his ass, squeezing my dick as I twitched inside him and blew out about 7-8 shots of my cum into him, wild with emotions that I was breeding a guy. As I finished, he started to back off, and I quickly pulled my dick back through, and held my hand over the tip of the condom as he looked back through, and I pulled it off the same way. Dropped it onto the floor in the corner so he couldn't see it, zipped up and left. I wonder if and when he discovered the broken condom or the load of cum that was now swimming in his ass, if ever. I just couldn't help myself though, the urge to breed sometimes becomes too strong to resist, and I just have a need to get my cum into an ass. He was a hot hot boy.