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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've always read it two ways. One that they don't have an agreement with their partner to play outside their relationship. Or second they are a happy and out man who is keeping quiet about a slutty raw fucking lifestsyle. That is certainly me, which is why I'm never open about my face on places like BZ. It doesn't matter if you frequent saunas and sex clubs a lot, which precovid I did, there does seem to quite a strong understanding that what you see doesn't necessarily get discussed. One time in SBN I was ploughing some guy and looked up to see an ex's best friend doing the samething next to me. That never got back to the ex. On the apps I guess the same protections and assumed anonymity that means there is bullying and harassment means people don't trust to be as out. I could see my ex's best friend maybe dobbing me in if he sees my "Don't Care" status on BarebackRT 👿

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.

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.

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

Thanks for your patience, guys. Here's the final chapter. Chapter 3. I guided Jason’s raw cock into my boy’s cummy hole, wet with Tom’s load. My boy rested his head against my chest and grasped my shoulders as Jason jackhammered inside him. He was so turned on that he didn’t last long. It was so hot feeling his hips rock forward as he drained his load deep into my boy’s guts. My boy kissed me as Jason pulled back. I felt a glop of cum seep out of his ass and land on my shoe. Tom tapped me on the shoulder and held up two fresh glasses of beer with a grin. Jason pulled all the way out with a loud ‘plop’ that I could hear over the booming music. My boy rearranged his pants under the shirt around his waist. I had thought the beers were for him and me, but he handed them to our boyfriends who made their way back to our table. My dick was so hard it strained my own pants. Tom started dancing with me, with his hands around my neck. He asked if me and my boy had been open to him getting railed by other guys for long, and I replied, ‘well, barely.’ He made some dumb pun about ‘bare,’ and I said we needed to talk about that further. I was surprisingly turned on to see my boy getting fucked, especially up close, but nervous about their loads mixing inside him. I knew the risks of playing bareback. Tom kept talking dirty about how much fun raw play with a lot of guys can be. He told me that he loved sharing his twinky boyfriend, Jason, with pals, always bareback. He gestured over to the bar where our sweaty shirtless boyfriends were openly flirting with Charlie, the muscled bouncer, and Mike, the hunky bartender. Tom stood behind me, grinding his crotch against my butt, and whispered to me that it looked like they’d like to breed my boy too. As I watched these sexy men openly seducing my boy, who was presently dripping now three loads of fresh cum, I leaned back against Tom’s broad chest. I could feel him getting hard behind me. He licked my ear as he told me that he tried to get Mike and Charlie’s loads into my boy before he went off to school, but he was too much of a prude then. That made me moan. ‘Thanks for getting him used to taking cum.’ He continued, ‘I got my pals’ raw cocks into Jason as soon as your boy went off to school. We’ve been sharing and breeding him ever since.’ I just moaned as I felt myself leaking precum. I watched as Charlie spun my boy around and stuck his hand down his pants, clearly playing with my boy’s cummy hole. The four of them made their way to the dance floor where Tom was now playing with my nipples as I leaned into his chest for support. Charlie looked at Tom with mock anger and said, ‘We can’t have guys fucking on the dance floor. We might get shut down. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you all to leave. My boy and Jason protested, but Tom just winked. ‘How about we take this party outside?’ Jason grinned as Charlie led my boy out of the back door. We followed into a filthy alley. Within seconds, Mike and Charlie had my boy pushed over a trashcan and his pants pulled down to his ankles. These two built men fished their impressive cocks out. Jason got on his knees and swallowed Mike’s respectable six-inch uncut tool. Charlie slapped his longer but thinner cock against my boy’s asscrack and demanded that he ‘push some out.’ Charlie used the loads seeping out of him to lube up his raw cock and then sank it balls deep into my boy. I look on as Tom eased my pants down and lined up his cummy dick with my hole. I knew he was leaking precum right onto my hole, and I couldn’t help but push back on it. His bare cockhead simply slipped into me. I rocked back and forth on it as Charlie picked up his pace then pulled out to give Mike a turn. They switched places and Jason eagerly sucked Charlie’s shiny dick, slick with juices. As Jason pulled Charlie’s cock out of his mouth to admire it, I saw the biohazard tattoo right in his groin. I had missed it earlier and, to be honest, I knew what it meant, and it freaked me out. I didn’t know if my boy had seen it. Tom felt my hole clamp down onto his raw cock and he wrapped his arm around my chest. It felt like he was comforting me, but also like he wasn’t going to let me get away, not that I was sure I wanted to. Mike and Charlie took turns railing my boy’s raw hole, and they both emptied their balls deep inside him. Jason ate my boy’s ass, slobbering fresh seed all over his chin. Tom’s hips rocked into my ass and he came deep inside me. I couldn’t feel him cum, but I did sense how much wetter he’d left my hole. He pulled out and placed me face down on the trashcan next to my boy. We made out as Jason cleaned out our cummy holes as best as his tongue allowed. Mike and Charlie said their thanks and that they’d hope to see us the next time we were in town. We were exhausted and both filled with cum. Tom and Jason scooped us up and walked us to his car. On the ride home, my boy and Jason cuddled in the back seat. I sat in front, with Tom’s big hand on my thigh. He told me that he, Mike, and Charlie regularly shared their boys with one another, and with some other raw pals. He’d offered my boy to them and it freaked him out. They’d kept up the conversation all semester. While my boy might not have planned it, he was into it when it happened. I was thinking the night ended there, but when we got back to my boy’s house, Tom and Jason invited themselves in for a nightcap. We tiptoed and whispered our way the living room. My boy went to get some beer from the kitchen. Tom and Jason sat on the sofa and asked me to join them. They were both groping my crotch and thighs when my boy came back, naked, with a tray with several cans of beer. I noticed he’d brought five cans instead of four. Just as I was going to ask why, my boy sat down on Tom’s lap and gestured for me to climb onto Jason’s lap. We did and the four of us made out, undressing as quietly as possible as my boy eased his hole along Tom’s raw cock. I paused to grab a beer and catch a breath just as I saw my boy’s dad, clad only in an open bathrobe, stepping into the room from the shadowed hall. I saw my future father-in-law’s cock at full attention peeking out of his robe. He winked at Tom and sat in a chair. Jason went right over and sat on his lap grinding his bare hole on his exposed dick. Tom grinned at me and simply said, ‘see, I told you I like sharing my boys.’ THE END.

I think the various previous posts have largely covered it. Sometimes, it can mean closeted; sometimes, it can mean cheating; sometimes, it can mean "don't want people to know I sleep around a lot". But there's also the simple, unvarnished meaning of the term, i.e. it's nobody's business who I'm sleeping with, and we don't talk about it. That used to be the default assumption for public figures, for instance. Spencer Tracy was unhappily married (and an alcoholic) and lived separately from his wife of many years, in a cottage on movie studio grounds. He was a loyal Catholic and would not consider divorce as an option. But for more than 20 years he lived in that cottage with Katherine Hepburn, "discreetly"; when he died there, some studio hands quickly showed up to move all of Hepburn's wardrobe and personal items before his family arrived. Everyone involved knew what was going on, but from the family to the studio to the press, they agreed it was a personal matter that had no bearing on his profession or his fame. None of us (that I know of) are golden age movie stars, but I could understand, certainly, those who might favor a similar sort of discretion in their private lives.

I've always used it as a general term to mean "your secret is safe with me" what ever that might be. I don't kiss and tell, I don't snitch, if we're together around other people it's not gonna be me that gives away your sexuality or your kinks or that you're gonna be sticking your dick in my butt later.

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.

Oh Hell Yes ! I am very submissive - always wanted to be a female - born to Pleasing Males - Raw Loads Only way !

I'm so happy for you. And jealous. Sounds like a great friend. ENJOY

WOW! I came like a fountain at "...left a mark on his face" - and while I sprayed my mind jumped ahead to the reveal without even reading it. Well done!

Love love love this story. It is a version of how I want my pozzing to go down. Thanks so much for the confidence building story.

Oh, there is more 😉 Thank you to everyone who has commented. It means a lot. I do not consider myself a writer, and I have never thought of myself as someone who can do such a skill. I have read many stories on here and there are many that by far exceed my own. So the feedback on my 'talent' does not go unnoticed. Yes, there will be another chapter. but I will apologise in advance. Life gets in the way. time to write is a rarity. but I do promise, there will be another chapter and more after. Keep giving constructive feedback; to any writer on here. I think I can speak for all of us when I say it is rewarding to know that our stories brings a grin to our readers lip. It is fuel to keep our creative flare a lite. 🙂 Thank you.

Love this story! Hope you keep going.

Since I'm addicted to getting stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey now, I decided to post up on BBRT, and I'm so glad that I did. Met a big beefy top today, he was pretty dominant, hairy, masc, and we'll hung. We played at his place just outside of Philadelphia. Once I entered his apartment we wasted no time at all. Anyway, it didn't take long for him to have me doggy, he plowed me pretty good but it was short lived, he came pretty quickly. The load was pretty thick, hot, and plentiful. We fucked earlier this afternoon and at the time of writing this I managed to keep most of the cum in me all day. I love how I still smell like his dick and cum, so hot!

Whore 11 – A continuation “Fucking incredible, show whore.” Daddy said, walking up and grabbing me by the collar. “So, Max... I gotta say, the product has been worth every cent.” “Told you man... this one was born for it.” Max grinned, placing his hand on Colin’s shoulder and squeezing. A quiet moan escaped my lips as I saw Colin’s cock filling his black jockstrap as he gently massaged it. A thick bead of glistening precum seeped through the mesh from the shaft I had spent hours knotted to. Seeing my reaction, he locked eyes with me and pulled the cloudy fluid to his lips and lapped at it with his tongue. Without thinking, my legs spread and my cunt began to instinctively pulse. “That’s it, whore,” Max snarled, “Let your body do the talking. Show them your training.” I couldn’t stop... the sensations radiating from my cunt took over. I reached down and began to finger my cunt lips as the surge of hunger increased. A second finger slid against my swollen cunt lips past the knuckle and I began to fuck myself. “Fuck me Colin... fucking knot me.” I begged through clenched teeth, remembering the swollen knot that would secure me to him. Concentrating on my cunt, Colin stood there with a piggish grin, legs apart... a rivulet of precum dripping to the floor. At this point, Daddy grabbed cunt by the collar and dragged him along to the bed. Climbing onto the black rubber sheets, cunt began to service Daddy’s cock. Grabbing a packed pipe and lighting it, Daddy took a deep hit and motioned to Max. Nodding, Max joined Daddy and their lips met as a thick cloud escaped Daddy’s mouth. “It’s been a long time,” Max smiled, taking the pipe from Daddy and hitting it hard. “Get the fuck over here, boy.” Daddy growled to my beta. “Let’s see where this goes.” “Mmmmm,” boy moaned, jumping on the bed and taking Max’s cock to the root. “Fucking hot mouth...” Max sighed, releasing a cloud down onto boy’s face. “For a commission, I can arrange a similar transaction for this one... skins are hot commodity right now.” Seeing the look in boy’s eyes at the comment, Daddy laughed and brushed his hand over boy’s head in a reassuring manner and grabbed a pair of rigs. “Wait til you fucking feel it when he’s spun.” “Yeah?” Max laughed, taking one of the rigs. “Let’s get this rubbered up ginger skin spun.” Still on Max’s cock, boy offered up his arm. Hearing what was happening, cunt began to whine on Daddy’s cock and released a garbled plea. “Of course, cunt.” Daddy laughed... “You’ve earned it.” Eyes locked on each other, boy and cunt exhaled as they felt the chems finally rushing through their veins. Quickly, the two began to devour the cocks. I was going crazy... still fucking myself as my attention was split among all the interactions going around me until I heard a loud grunt distract me from the scene on the bed. “Fuck!” Colin grunted as puppy’s forehead grazed his packed pouch. Colin’s eyes rolled back, feeling puppy’s tongue make first contact with the mesh covered cock struggling to escape its confines. Taking in the musky scent, puppy began to lick the pouch surrounding Colin’s cock and sac. Opening his mouth, puppy took the now rock hard into his mouth, his spit now adding additional moisture of the precum leaking out of it. “Fuck yeah...” puppy groaned, tasting the stale piss and precum, “Fucking taste so good... “ Pulling the stretched-out jockstrap off of Colin, puppy moved forward and pushed him onto the leather chair behind them. He rose and straddled Colin’s hips, grabbing the shaft with his cunt lips. “Do it...” puppy groaned, pulling his cock out and hitting Colin’s cheek. “Shit, yeah,” Colin growled, feeling puppy’s hand force him down to the cock in front of him. Sticking his tongue out, Colin tried to take it. “That’s it... closer.” puppy encouraged him as he worked his way down Colin’s cock. Finally getting a grip on puppy’s cock with his mouth, Colin was in heaven. He felt puppy’s cunt grip the head of his cock and move up to fuck his mouth. Sinking back down on Colin’s cock, puppy started to fuck himself faster while he fucked Colin’s mouth with his own cock until he felt the expanding cock stretching the entrance to his cunt. “OH FUCK!” puppy yelled as Colin shoved him down past the engorged knot. Realizing he was now knotted to Colin and could no longer raise himself along the fat cock, puppy looked to me. Laughing, Colin smirked as he felt puppy’s cunt lips pulsing against his smooth crotch. “Fuck! So good!” puppy said, his cock now throbbing against Colin’s abs. At this point, I was in heat... I quickly grabbed a pipe and moved between them... my body easily sliding between their sweat drenched muscled torsos and onto puppy’s cock. “Fucking bull balls!” puppy groaned, feeling my massive sac slide down his rock-hard torso. Taking a hit from the torched piped, I shotgunned puppy and passed it back to Colin. “Fuck!” I groaned, biting puppy’s lower lip. “Shit yeah! Fucking whore’s gonna make me cum.” puppy moaned, feeling my cunt lips milk his shaft as he held onto my shoulders and push me further down onto his lap. “Not yet!” Colin yelled, thrusting his hips harder... “Fucking take it!” he yelled. At this point, I was incoherent from the sexual stimulation and chems. With sweat dripping off our bodies, the fucking continued until it happened... both of their bodies tensed, the vibrations moving from Colin’s legs to puppy’s cunt then puppy’s cock and finally concentrating within my cunt... Both cried out and shot in unison... cum gushing from cocks to cunts. “Gonna be a bit,” I smiled at puppy, knowing it would be a while before he would be released. I remained on puppy’s cock and worked it with my cunt until Colin released him. Slowly, we separated and I dropped to my knees to closely watch puppy’s next reaction. Sliding off Colin, puppy dropped to his knees to take the spent cock in his hands. “GRRRRRRR,” puppy growled, inspecting the shaft and the taking it into his mouth to taste himself... his cunt now shaking as if he was wagging his tail. “I was fucking wondering how long it would take you. I’ve had a surgeon on call for it.” Daddy, laughed as he took another hit off the pipe. Rushing to him, puppy crawled to the bed. “Arf! Arf!” puppy barked excitedly. “I wanted to make sure you were ready... you finally are.” he smiled petting puppy’s sweaty back. “Of course, these two,” he said, motioning to boy and me, “They were ready from the moment we met them.” “Enough of this shit,” Max scowled, pushing boy back on his cock. “We had an agreement. We were to witness it.” “Alright, let’s do it.” Daddy smiled, pulling cunt off his cock and whispered in his ear. Immediately, cunt dropped to the floor. Grabbing my leash, he clipped it to my septum and led me to the sling where he secured me. Still not understanding, I watched puppy grab the tub of chem-laced lube from the shelf and hand it to Daddy as cunt placed the rubber strap around my bicep. Grabbing a rig, cunt looked at it with a lingering desire... “FUCKING DO IT AND I’ll FUCKING MAKE SURE MAX PUTS YOU ON THE BLOCK!” Daddy roared in anger. With a start, cunt grabbed my arm, hit the vein and pulled the plunger back... “Not quite my dose... but more than the others...” he said, pushing the red-tinged contents into me. I immediately felt the effects and I began a rough cough. Massaging my cunt lips, “Relax, whore... enjoy it.” cunt told me as he licked the sweat dripping from my face. “Chem whore... it’s what Daddy wants,” he whispered in my ear as my hips began to buck... he kissed my cheek. My exposed cunt now slammed with the highest dose I had ever had, boy and puppy arranged three chairs at the foot of the sling... Snapping and motioning to the other two, Daddy sat at my cunt while Max and Colin sat on either side of him... then, boy and puppy moved to their crotches and took their cocks into their mouth cunts while our omega dropped under the sling below me. I watched between my spread legs as Daddy slathered the lube over his right hand and fingers. Suddenly, I realized what was happening and I moaned at the thought of Daddy taking full control of my cunt. With a sneer on his face, he held his middle finger up to me, showing the first of five digits to invade my cunt. My first fisting was happening... “Please!” I begged, feeling Daddy’s rough finger invading me. I worked to accept it... in... out... in... the slow thrusting motions teasing me. Two fingers now... middle and index... the invasion continued and I began to groan in pleasure as the chems and invading fingers warmed my cunt. Feeling the third... his ring finger... join in, I pushed forward. “Yes!” I moaned, struggling against the chains to take the remaining digits. Watching me, Daddy’s hand remained still as I willed myself to slam against him. I relaxed my cunt and I felt his knuckles against my throbbing cunt lips. I took in a deep breath and my cunt expanded to accept my Daddy. “Fist!” “Beautiful” Daddy smiled, admiring my throbbing cunt lips surrounding his wrist. “Look up, whore.” Looking up to the mirrored ceiling, I saw the sight of my cunt impaled on Daddy’s wrist. The fullness of it overwhelmed me... “Oh God, Daddy...” I shouted, never feeling so complete. I started to ride his fist with abandonment... Suddenly, I was transformed into nothing but a true cunt. Looking up into the mirror, I saw cunt underneath me... watching me take my first fist. At that moment, I completely understood his purpose in life and I began to babble and plead for more as I worked myself further down his wrist... the pressure increasing on my bladder. “Give it, whore.” Daddy snarled, his fist now furiously working my cunt. “Fucking gotta piss,” I grunted, releasing a torrent of piss from my caged cock, spraying over those watching Daddy take my fisting cherry. “Goddamn!” I hear Max chuckle watching cunt wallow underneath the sling, covered in my piss and lubed cunt juices. On and on, Daddy explored my cunt... driving me mad as I began to swallow his muscled forearm. “I can’t...” I groaned, feeling the entrance to my cunt painfully expand. “You can do it, whore... a little more.” Nodding, I took a deep breath and obeyed. His fingers expanding, he explored the walls of my cunt. Then without a warning, my cunt began to spasm and grasp at the invader... “OH SHIT!” I gasped... not knowing if I could handle any more as the jolt of my anal orgasm released an explosion of cunt juices that leaked over cunt’s face. “Breath.... Breathe....” Daddy gently said, collapsing his hand. “Good job,” he grunted, slowly exiting my wrecked cunt. Rising from the chair, Daddy stood and held up his arm to show me the line of lube circling his arm four and half inches past his wrist. “Impressive... I may have a fisting whore on my hands.... or should I say arm.” Stepping back and wiping off, Daddy took a long deep drag from the pipe. “I own you whore... completely.” he said, exhaling the thick cloud from deep in his lungs into cunt’s waiting mouth. “Go on you two fuckers.” Suddenly, boy swiftly released Max’s cock and dropped to foot of sling to join cunt. “GODDAMMIT!” I screamed, feeling their mouth cunts attack my swollen cunt lips... I could feel teeth on the tender folds and I began to buck forward, feeling their tongues lapping and slurping... wanting to feed on me. The sensations were indescribable... my head fell back and I glanced up at the reflection of Daddy, Max, Colin and puppy standing above them with cocks in hand. “Fucking piss pigs,” Daddy snarled and nodded to the others... releasing a torrent of chem piss from his thick shaft. The others quickly joined in and released their bladders, drenching boy and cunt in a puddle of piss. The two were insatiable... they dropped to the floor and began to suck the harsh warm piss off each other as they wallowed in the pool and my body began to jerk... wanting to escape its restraints. “Fucking love it...” I began to moan, watching boy and cunt in the mirror above me. “Yeah?” Daddy questioned. “Fuck yeah...” I said, locking my dilated eyes with my Daddy. Daddy motioned to puppy... quickly, puppy released me and I fell to the wet dungeon floor and joined the two piss pigs... our smooth muscled bodies squelching and sliding in the piss. My tongue worked its way across their bodies as I reveled in the flavor of the chem piss blended with their musky sweat. Grabbing my face, cunt pushed me to boy’s slick yellow-striped rubbered crotch and I began to chew on the hardness within. All I could think about was taking boy’s pumped-up cock inside me. I moved my hands up the slick thighs of my beta and pulled down, releasing the thick modified shaft. “Fuck me...” I groaned as I fell on my back and spread my thighs. “Whore...” boy moaned and shoved himself into me in one thrust. “Fucking can’t get enough cock, huh whore?” Teasing my cunt, boy increased the rhythm of his fuck and gripped my hips tighter before backing off... “Fucking beautiful whore,” boy said as he ran his hands up and down my torso, feeling the muscles underneath. He reached up to my pecs, openly roaming them with his palms. Leaning in, the stubble of his red hair rubbed against my quivering lips as he moved to my neck, tasting the chemmed sweat emanating from me. Continuing in his chem-fueled lust, boy gripped my shoulders and started whispering in my ear. “Fucking whore... Daddy has plans for you... can’t wait.” I was delirious... focused entirely on the feeling of boy’s massive cock flexing and pumping within me. His hands covering every inch of my torso, he started to bite into my neck as if wanting to devour me completely. Picking up the pace, boy began to grunt in rhythm to his thrusts.. “That’s it whore, gonna feed your cunt. I want you sweating out my jizz... let those johns smell what a whore you are.” Suddenly, boy took hold of my shoulders and gripped them tightly as his cock seized up and released a powerful load into me, stunning me from the force. I started bucking into his still hard cock, trying to take every last drop of him. “Excellent,” Max grunt, releasing a load into puppy’s mouth. Pulling Colin of his own cock, Daddy turned to cunt... “Get that whore in the cage... time for you to earn your keep.” Without a word, cunt crawled to me, snapped on my leash and led me out of the dungeon. I was so spun that I followed without questioning what was happening. We entered the dimly lit garage and was secured in the cage by my septum, forcing me to my hands and knees... cunt still available. Quietly, I watch as cunt locked the cage and crawled to the door. “Relax,” he said turning to me, “You’re not the only chem whore... I still have work to do.”

Before I get into chapter two, I’d just like to thank those of you that have liked/reacted to this story – content creators on this site do appreciate this. For me in particular, I use it to gauge whether the story is worth continuing. I also want to acknowledge the fact that several people have reached out asking if this is based on personal experience or that of a friends. Very sorry to say this is a work of fiction. I began to wake up, without realising I had fallen asleep in the first place. As I opened my eyes I found that I was still wrapped up in Tommy’s arms, with him watching me as I slept. I asked how long I was out for and he said maybe 30 minutes or so. He asked me if I had any regrets for what had taken place, he was so genuine in his concern. I smiled at him and said absolutely not. I’d explained to him how I had been cautious since breaking up with my ex. I told Tommy that he was the first person I’d let breed me in a long time and that I was craving cum inside me, explaining that I had realised I wasn’t sexually satisfied by the encounters where I had insisted on the use of a condom. I embarrassingly told him of the tattoo inspection I’d done on him when he arrived, he burst out laughing, so much so that I saw the humour in it and joined in. Tommy was super affectionate and I didn’t expect anything like this from someone I’d met on Grindr. We snuggled, talked, laughed and kissed for what seemed like an eternity. His hand casually explored my body until his fingers were resting on my cum slick hole. Wait, let me clarify that, his hand casually explored my body until his fingers were resting on my hole, slick with his poz cum. I pressed my face into his chest and gently kissed and licked his biohazard tattoo. Never in a million years would I have thought I would find myself in this situation. Not just find myself in this situation, but to be so turned on and accepting of it. With a little hesitation I asked Tommy if he was comfortable sharing his pozzing story with me. He replied saying he would be happy to tell me, but only if I ride his cock at the same time. Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever moved faster, in a flash I threw my leg over him and lined his beast of a dick up with my puffy hole. With only the poz loads he left in me earlier as lube, I began to sit down on his cock – ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I moaned – lowering myself until his pubes were scratching my arse. I leaned forward firstly kissing his biohazard tattoo again and then locking lips with him. He whispered - ride my poz cock babe, your life will be forever changed tonight, go on kiddo, milk another poz load from my heavy balls. My viral load is through the roof right now, I only tested positive 2 weeks ago and I rushed out and got my biohazard tattoo the very same day. I couldn’t help but moan hearing this, with him gently thrusting upwards as I lowered my hole on his cock. He explained that he was 100% vers and had never ever used a condom in his life. Tommy admitted he was turned on by cum since his first fuck at the age of 17. Since that first experience Tommy had decided that he would roll the dice, and that he’d be okay with whatever happened. Tommy went on to say that 3 weeks ago he was craving cock and cum in his hole, that he was on heat real bad. He decided to go to a sauna where he went into a gloryhole cubicle and parked his cunt up against the hole for a good 6 or 7 hours. Guy after guy, load after load were injected deep inside his guts. Tommy grabbed me and pulled me down to him, giving him leverage to pound my hole deeper, as he did this he said he must have had at least 35 or 40 guys breed his hole that night. His pounding of my hole intensified now, he wasn’t holding back. His thick cock slamming my puffy, pozzed up hole. He said that while his hole was parked against gloryhole he heard several of the guys mention their poz status as they fucked him. Tommy was yelling from his cubicle, encouraging them to poz his hole, that he wanted multiple strains in his neg hole. And boy did they deliver, flooding Tommy’s hole with a variety of STI’s and load after load of poz juice. I couldn’t take it anymore, I too began to beg Tommy to poz my hole again, planting a kiss right on his lips as he pulled me down on his cock in one last forceful thrust, grunting as he announced that he was pozzing my twink cunt again. I was yelling yes baby poz me over and over again as I felt his cock spasm inside me. In that moment I knew Tommy was my alpha, and I am determined to make him see that.

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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.

I was 13, went to the park because a buddy told me he got a bj in the bathroom. I went, looked around and went in, no one around so I went to the stall with a hole and waited. After a few minutes someone walked in and took the stall to my left. Before I could look through the hole a nice hard dick came through and I did what I saw in the movies, sucked him down my throat and sucked until he shot his load in my mouth. I sucked him clean (natural born cocksucker I guess). I waited until the coast was clear then headed out the door only to be stopped by my uncle. He told me it was his cock I sucked and he wanted more, that started a long series of being used by him, He taught me everything I know.

Part 3 I had hot dreams about Matty that night. Nasty dreams. I dreamed he took on all his teammates in the locker room. Jock after jock filling his pussy with so much cum it ran down his legs like a river. I dreamed he was in San Diego when the fleet came in, and I pimped him out to horny sailors who roughly fucked him in a sleazy motel. I dreamed he was worshipping his daddy's hard cock, licking it up and down, slathering it with his spit. And when I opened my eyes, I smiled because it wasn't a dream. There was my beautiful boy, between my legs, licking up and down my hard morning wood. I touseled his hair and he looked at me with those big eyes and smiled. Without a word, he reached behind him, and with a small grunt pulled the plug out of his ass. Then he straddled my hips, and slid down on my cock, letting out a little sigh as his asslips ground against my pubes. I grabbed my camera, and snapped a few pics of my boy sitting on my cock. Then I started taking a video. "Tell me what you are son." I whispered. "Tell Daddy what you want." Matty looked right into the camera and smiled as he road his perfectly muscled ass up and down my pole. He licked his red lips, and ran his hands over his chest, pinching his pert little pink nipples as he whispered seductively. "I'm a slut. I'm a cumdump. I need cock in me. Any cock. I need to be used like a whore. I need to be filled with cum. I need men to breed me, use me, fill me with their seed." Matty continued to talk dirty for me as he pinched his nipples harder, obviously turned on by my filming him. He worked my cock with his talented hole as a glistening line of precum leaked out of his own hard cock. And before I knew it, I was pumping a fresh load of sperm up into my baby boys warm hole. He just groaned as he felt my cock flexing in his guts. He started to reach for his cock, but I slapped his hands away. "Never touch your cock without daddy's permission." I repremanded him. "No more masturbating. You will only cum from now on when daddy says you can." "Yes Sir." He moaned in response. Then I pulled him onto my hairy chest. I held him tight against me as I started kissing him. Our tongues rubbed against each other as I began to piss, filling his guts with my morning stream. He moaned deeply as he felt my hot piss deep inside him and feverishly sucked on my tongue. I rolled him over as I grabbed the butt plug, and plugged his leaking hole after I slipped my cock out. I grabbed his hard cock and pulled the foreskin back, exposing his bright pink head. It shone with precum, which I quickly licked off. Then I put my lips around it, and sank down to the base, deep throating my son in one stroke. Matty moaned as my own talented throat worked on his stiff member. I slid up and down his cock and had him squirting in my mouth in no time. He filled it up with a big load, like a young stud should. When I had milked the last bit out, I kissed him again, and we shared his tasty cum. When we finished, I slapped him on the ass and said, "you better go empty yourself. And try not to get that hot ass fucked before you get back." He just laughed as he put on his shorts and sandles and ran out the door. I grabbed my phone and sent the video I had just made to my buddy Brian with the message, "we got a new toy!" It didn't take long for him to respond with, "WTF? No way! Unfucking believable! You lucky son of a bitch!" "Oh we both are lucky my friend," I texted back, "can't wait to share my slut with you!" He sent back a bunch of smiley faces. It was difficult for me to cook breakfast as I watched Matty through the window. He had just returned from a morning run and was doing his morning workout with free weights. Watching his young muscles flex got my cock flexing again. I couldn't believe I was horny again this quick, but my son was magical. As he did squats and lunges, the fabric of his shorts molded to his round ass muscles, perfectly displaying his rock hard globes. I had for forbidden him to wear a jock or underwear. I wondered how it felt for him with the plug up his ass while he worked out. The outline of his semi hard cock through the thin fabric told me the slut enjoyed it. We sat at the table outside as we ate our breakfast, enjoying the fresh mountain morning. Then I had to know how Matty had hooked up with the guy last night. "It's actually pretty easy dad." He said. "I can tell when a guy wants me. There's a certain look they get in their eyes. It's like a predator laying eyes on his prey. Then I give a little show. Flex a bit, stick my ass out a bit, run my hands down my abs. If they're still looking, bingo! Then all I have to do it approach them. It's easier than you think." It figures that my cockhound of a son would have a built in cock sonar, what a whore. "And you know what?" He continued leaning forward, looking me dead in the eyes, "he wasn't the only guy to fuck me since we got here. The day before yesterday, remember when we were fishing, and there was that guy near us, kinda heavy set? I knew he was checking me out. After you left, I stayed behind, then I walked over to him and said, "I know you want to fuck me, follow me." And I headed into the bushes. I knew he'd follow. Men can't resist an easy fuck as hot as me. Then I dropped my shorts and bent over a log and waited. It didn't take long before he was behind me. He just stuck it in and pounded me fast and shot quickly. Then I just pulled up my shorts, said thanks, and walked away." My cock ached as Matty told me this. His pure sluttyness made me want to bend him over the table and fuck him right now. But then I noticed him looking past me. "See that guy walking over there? He's the guy who fucked me last night." I turned and saw a nice looking man, tall, thin, probably about 35, walking down a gravel path. I jumped up and went over too him. "How's it going buddy?" I asked, casually putting my arm around his shoulder. He mumbled a response back, not sure why this stranger was touching him. "So, uh, how'd you like fucking my son last night?" " Whoa, hey man..." He started, trying to pull away. I just gripped his shoulders harder. "No, no, no. It's ok dude. My sons a hot piece of ass. I fucked him right after you did." The guy looked at me with a shocked face, and I continued. "He wants more of your cock, and I want to watch you breed that little slut." The guy looked a bit more relaxed as he said, "right now? I mean, my wife and kids...." " No, no. Later. Think you can get away around 3? The boy really loved your cock." "Yeah man, I think I can manage that. I'll find some excuse to slip away." "Right on." I said, patting his shoulders, "see you around 3." I walked back to our table with a big grin on my face. "Well son, daddy set up his first fuck for you. He'll be over around three. Now, I want you to find the other guy, and get him over here too." "Yes Sir." He replied with a big grin. "I'm so glad you found out my secret dad." "Me too slut." I said, giving him a little kiss. After breakfast, Matty took off and came back half an hour later, smiling. "It's a go daddy. He'll be here too." I smiled and patted my boys ass. "That's a good whore. Daddy can't wait." And I could hardly wait. The anticipation of watching my son take cock for the first time had me semi erect all afternoon. Finally, about ten to three, there was a knock on the door. It was the guy from the beach. A middle aged balding man with a moustache. Not much too look at, but looks didn't matter as long as he fucked my son. Matty dropped his shorts and layed face down on the bed, his legs hanging over the end as I sat at the top of the bed, watching. I could tell the man was nervous as he dropped his own shorts, revealing an average dick. Without a word he stuck it in my boy and just started fucking. Matty moaned and groaned to encourage the man, and in just a couple of minutes, he was huffing and puffing as he came in my sons ass. Then he simply pulled his shorts up, mumbled a thanks, and left. I stuck a couple of fingers in Matty's hole, feeling the warm slickness of his just fucked chute. Then I put them in his mouth and he sucked the juices right off of them. It was about 20 minutes later when there was another knock on the camper door. I opened the door as Matty lounged seductively on the bed, and let the tall thin man in. He grinned as he looked at the slut waiting for him. "I've got some time." He said as he slowly stripped. "Told the wife I was going on a hike. She took the kids swimming. I've been thinking about that ass since last night." He pulled down his boxer briefs to reveal an almost hard dick. I could tell it was big, bigger than mine. Tall thin guys always have the biggest cocks. As his stiffened, I could tell it was at least nine inches, and really thick. Matty just licked his lips like a hungry whore as he eyed the piece of meet in front of him. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a little brown bottle. The man walked up to the bed and grabbed Matty's ankles, pulling him down, then flipping him over, getting him into doggy position. My son looked so hot like that, the smooth whiteness of his round glutes contrasted nicely with his narrow, tanned waist. The man touched Matty's hole and felt the wetness. "You got a load up there already?" He asked. "Yes Sir." Replied Matty, looking back at him over his shoulder. "Is it yours?" He asked, looking at me. I just shook my head no. "Oh that's fucking hot dude. Nasty little slut." The man placed his cockhead at the entrance to Matty's pussy. I grabbed my phone, and the man looked concerned. "Don't worry," I assured him. "No faces." He relaxed as Matty took several long hits of poppers. Then the man grabbed his slender hips and pushed his fat cock into my son in one slow, steady push until he was in balls deep. "Ah fuck!" Matty cried out. "It's so fucking big!" He took a few more poppers hits as the man pulled his cock completely out. Then, he slammed it all the way back in as Matty let out a long, loud groan. "Oh yea you slut! Your pussy's so fucking wet. Take that cock. It's a big fucking cock and you love it! I'm gonna fuck you like I couldn't do last night! Take it you fucking bitch!" The man pounded his big cock into my son over and over and over, pulling it almost all the way out, then slamming it balls deep. Matty whimpered and moaned as his ass got pummeled and he begged for more. "Oh yea, fuck me man! Give it to me! Oh fuck it feels so good! Come on man, rape me!" "That's right whore! Fucking take it you fucking nasty slut!" The man continued his verbal assault on my boy as he fucked him mercilessly. And Matty just begged for more. Finally the man grabbed Matty's hair and pulled his head back as buried his bone and shook. "Oh yea! Take my cum you fucking cumdump! You worthless stupid cunt! Take my fucking seed bitch!" The man collapsed on Matty's back as he caught his breath from his brutal fuck. Then he pulled out and rolled over onto his back. Matty dove on his cock as he knew he should, and cleaned off the cum and ass juices. The man reached for his shorts and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you mind?" He asked, looking at me. "No, go ahead, you earned it. That was so fucking hot." "I tell ya, that boy has got one sweet fucking hole. Goddamn. I haven't fucked like that in a long time. After three kids, my wife's pussy just isn't that tight, and she won't let me touch her ass." He took a drag on his cig as he looked at me. "So is he really your son?" "Swear to God. Unless my wife lied." I laughed. "So fucking hot. He looks a bit like my son. I've been dreaming about him. He's 16. I can't wait till he's 18. I hope I can get in his sweet little ass then. You want to pretend you're my son?" He asked, looking at Matty. "Sure." My boy replied. "Why don't you fuck him." Said the man looking at me. "I need to recover. Then I'll fuck him again. Would you like that Tyler?" He asked, looking at my son. "Would you like this nice man to put his dick in your pretty little pink hole? Do you want to be a little whore for daddy?" "Oh yes daddy." Replied Matty, playing along. "I want this man's dick in me. I want him to fuck me daddy." "That's a good boy Tyler. Daddy likes to hear that. Daddy wants to have a nice little slutty son of his own. Now breathe these in for me." He placed the bottle under Matty's nose and made him take 4 long hits under each nostril. I could tell by his breathing that Matty was flying high. "That a good boy Tyler. Daddy likes his little popper slut. Now let the nice man into your little boy hole." I slid my aching cock into Matty's sloppy, wet hole. I was so turned on by this roleplay, and knowing my boy had two fresh loads in him. I started fucking him slowly, not wanting to cum too fast. "Oh yea," said the man as he huffed the poppers himself. "That's it Tyler. That's a good boy. Take that cock son. Make daddy happy. Show daddy your a little whore." Matty just moaned as I pumped my cock in and out of him. "Your such a good whore Tyler. Daddy likes that. Daddy wants to make you the pussy his mommy isn't anymore." The man pulled Matty by his hair onto his soft cock. "Suck me Tyler. Suck daddy's cock. Get daddy hard boy. Daddy's gonna fuck you after that nice man gives you his cum. Would you like that boy? You want daddy's big cock back in your sweet little boy hole?" "Oh yes." Matty moaned with the cock in his mouth. "I want your big daddy cock in my nasty little boy cunt." This hot roleplay had me so worked up, I couldn't hold my orgasm back anymore. I grabbed my sons hips and went as deep as I could, adding another load into his willing guts. "Do you like that Tyler? Do you like that man dumping his come into you? Do you like being a cumdump for daddy?" The man asked. "Oh yes," moaned my son. "Please give me more daddy." I pulled out as my son rolled on his back, spreading his legs. Cum oozed out of his slightly gaping pink hairless hole. I snapped a few pics before the man moved between his legs. He hit the bottle a few more times before putting it under my sons nose again. "That's it Tyler. Hit it for daddy. Daddy likes a little poppered up slut." Then he slid his big cock back into my boy. Matty groaned deeply as he smiled, loving having that big pole back in him. The man leaned down into his ear. "That's it son. That's my boy. Take daddy's cock. Daddy likes his boys cum filled pussy. It feels so good Tyler. Daddy's so happy to be fucking his little boy." Then he started kissing my son. Matty wrapped his arms and legs around the man, holding tightly to him while they passionately kissed. They made out and fucked for probably 15 minutes before the man started filling my son with another load of hot cum. Then they broke apart from the kiss, and the man started stroking Matty's rock hard cock. "Cum for me Tyler. Daddy wants to see his little boy shoot." Matty was so aroused, it only took a couple of strokes before he shot another big load of teenage cum all over his face and chest. The man bent down and licked him clean. We sat around for a bit, basking in the after glow of sex, the man smoking another cigarette. "That was amazing." He said. "Thank you so much for that. You have no idea." "Oh I think we do." I said, tenderly kissing my son. "I'm glad my little slut pleased you." "Oh, he did. He's awesome. Can I come back tonight?" "Of course!" Answered Matty. "You can fuck me anytime!" We laughed at my greedy slut boy as the man got dressed and left. And he did return during the night for another hot roleplay fuck, ending with Matty having 3 more loads of cum being dumped into him. Before he left, we got his phone number, as he lived about an hour away from us. The next morning, as we were breaking down camp, the man came walking down the road with his son. He gave us a wave as they walked past. His son did look like a younger, skinnier version of Matty. And two years later, we were with the man again as we took turns fucking Tyler. Even Matty who never tops fucked that sweet young man. But that's another story.

I knew it was wrong – I wasn’t that naïve. But it felt so good and so natural I couldn’t resist. Sid started to fuck me with slow, deliberate strokes as Frank knelt in front of me and offered his cock to my mouth. I had never sucked a man’s cock before. The silkiness of it was exciting as was the salty drool of pre-cum oozing from the narrow, red slit. I began to suck it even as Sid started thrusting hard in and out of my arse. Suddenly, he pushed hard against me and I felt his cock stiffen and throb but I was so intent on sucking Frank, I barely noticed. The door opened and the old man from the TV room appeared. His entire body was wrinkled and slack-skinned, but his thick cock stood out from his sagging belly with a metal ring around his cock and balls. “Oh, it’s Arthur,” Laughed Frank. “How’s it going you dirty bastard?” Arthur licked his lips and came over to us and I felt his bony fingers probing my hole and the cock sliding into me. “Ok, Arthur. You look like you need a fuck.” With that, Sid pulled his long cock out of me and spread my cheeks. I felt the old man get behind me and his thick, veiny cock started to push into me. My arsehole stretched until I thought it couldn’t stretch any more, then his cock popped into me and slid in up to his balls. “Nice!” He grunted. “It’s all wet in there.” “Yeah,” said Sid. “I’ve just dropped a load up him. I’m off downstairs.” With that, he left. I was shocked. He had shot his spunk in me! All the fears and worries I had about safe sex came back to me, but Frank pushed the bottle under my nose and I sagged forward in surrender. “Cumming now.” Growled Arthur and leant over me, his whole body shuddering and I realised a second stranger was shooting up me. But it felt so good, I could only kneel there and let him do it. “That’s better.” He said as he pulled out of me. “You want a bit, Frank?” The other man shook his head. “Not yet. I’ll have it later.” Then they left, talking about something they’d seen in the news. I got off the couch and felt my hole which was wet and dripping with cum. Shaking, I pulled on my t-shirt and shorts, emptied the bin and went downstairs. Bill was making tea to take through to the others who were in the lounge. “You took your time.” He said. I blushed and turned away to put the bin outside. Then I heard him chuckle. “Oh, I see.” He said “ They’ve knocked up your cute little backside already, eh? What would your mother say.” I looked over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror and saw the dark, wet patch in my shorts. Blushing furiously, I went out to the dustbin….what had I done? But my cock was stiff as I thought about it and I knew I would go back for more. After all, it was a bit late now, wasn’t it?

I gave Justin a "what the fuck" look. He said, "You just stay put." Mateo, the sexy nurse from earlier came into the room and smiled when he saw me with my ass up on a pillow. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm glad you're here to get pozzed up!" "Rik, meet Mateo. Mateo had the fuck flu six months ago and he's really toxic right now... shares the same strain as Brad and I. I hope you don't mind if he breeds you as well." I really wasn't in a position to say no. Besides, this kid was smoking hot. He pulled off his nurse's uniform top and pulled loose the drawstring from his pants. He must ride a bicycle a lot as the has big meaty, muscular thighs, covered in sexy fur. And above his buzzed pubes, a biohazard tattoo as well. Fuck, that is hot. “Wow! You have a biohazard too?” Mateo smiled and asked, which one? He turned around to show me the same tattoo on his right ass cheek. Justin explained, “We know an amazing guy named Zak in Chicago. He has a place off Halsted Street called Windy City Tattoo. He's prolific poz breeder and sexy stud. He's done the biohardard tattoos for all of the conversion club members. As much as I am intrigued by earning a biohazard tattoo, the raging hard-on that Mateo has right now merits more attention. Toxic or not, I need this kid's load in my hole. I lifted my legs for him, providing consent for him to add his diseased DNA to my system. For being a young guy, he knew exactly how to press my buttons. Like Justin, he rubbed his cock up and down my pre-lubed hole before sliding all the way inside me. Freshly fucked, I felt my ass juices start to ooze out, even though he worked to wipe the juices back onto his cock and inside me. Justin watched as Mateo skillfully bred my hole. He tweaked my nips for a while, but it wasn't long before he had his eyes closed, looking like he was praying to the god of all poz cocks. You know that look of sheer bliss. I was close to the same state, feeling him sliding in and out of my battered hole. While I was getting fucked, Brad and Teddy came in the room and joined the audience. At this point, I didn't care who saw me getting bred by a poz cock. This felt amazing, and I would deal with whatever it brought at another time. Brad and Teddy were getting naked as well, so they were totally into my breeding. Before long, Mateo's breaths started getting short and it was clear he was getting close to cumming inside me. I blurted out, "Come on stud, fuck me with your poz cock. Give me your disease!" And with that his cock started flooding my hole with his charged load, bathing my guts with his AIDS virus. This kid fucked me like he hated me ... it was awesome. He had a need to seed, and my hole was his infection target. I just asked for a diseased load. What the fuck just happened? Mateo pulled out and I did my best to keep the charged seed inside me. Brad and Teddy were naked at this point, and they were in a three-way kiss huddle with Justin. How fucking hot was that to watch? I managed to get up on my feet and being fucked on my back for so long. I was wobbly - and with good reason. The three guys broke their embrace and pulled me into them for a hug and a grope. That's when I noticed Teddy and Brad both had biohazard tattoos above their cocks. Teddy also had one between his shoulder blades, and Brad had another one on his arm ... which is when I figured out everyone in this exam room was poz, except for me ... and my immune system was on its way out. Brad looked me in the eyes and asked, "I hope you'll accept our invitation to the conversion club. I know this is a lot to take in, but it will be worth it ... even through your fuck flu." I looked gave a glance at these four breeders and said, "Yes, I want to be on your team. Infect me." Teddy grabbed an ass cheek and said, "We gotta get started planning where your biohazard tattoo is going to go." Brad said, "Well, I'd love a chance to breed Rik and I know Teddy does too, but we need to get back to work. So, I have a question for Rik. How fast do you want to earn your biohazard tattoo?" "Depends. What do I need to do in order to speed up the process?" I asked. Justin said, "Come over on Friday night. Clean out your hole and we'll have some fun. We will all give you a dose of our DNA, and if you are a good boy, a blood donation from all of us." We all kissed goodbye and I headed home. What took place was so fucking erotic, I just wanted to hop on Breeding Zone and jack off to some conversion fiction. But I really needed to get a workout in before I do that. I got into the BodyCombat class at 6:30 and powered through the boxing, karate and taekwondo kicks and punches. It is a great way to work up a sweat while keeping flexible and strong. There was a sexy black guy there, new to the class. His sexy body got even sexier with a sweat, and his shorts clung to his bubble butt. A couple sideways glances turned into flirting. At the end of the class I headed down to the locker room and, as luck would have it, his locker was right next to mine. Strange how the world works. I said, "Give me a sec and I'll be out of your way." He smiled and said, "Don't sweat it, take your time." I pulled my shirt off and as I was getting the sweat off me, this beautiful man stripped off his shirt and revealed beautiful chestnut brown skin, rock hard abs ... and a fucking biohazard tattoo. It didn't stand out as much due to his skin color ... and half of it was hidden under his underwear. But the design is the same as the three guys I had seen earlier that day. I found myself wondering 'Am I the only guy in town without a fucking biohazard tattoo'? The locker room was full of guys and I needed to be discrete, but I had to get more info about this. I drew up some courage and said, "I like your tattoo ... a lot." He smiled and said "Thanks, it took a lot of work. Do you have one?" "No, but I'll probably be getting mine soon. Any chance you know Brad and Justin?" He smiled and said "Yeah ... Let's talk on the way out." We stepped out to the street where it was a little more private. I said, "Thanks for taking to me about this." "Sure, no problem. Let me ask, how far along are you?" "Earlier today was the first time." "Wow. You are just beginning." "Yeah, I know. Big decision. So fucking hot." "Hey, I live a block from here. You want to go there and talk for a minute?" "Yeah, thanks. I have a million questions." "Cool. By the way, I'm Rik." "I'm Blake." We got to his place and after offering me a bottle of water, we sat down on the couch when Blake asked "Were you chasing?" "No, not at all. Getting pozzed wasn't on my mind at all. Were you chasing?" "Nope. I went to Dr. Woods for PEP after a gun came in my hole. I was freaking out and went to see what he could do." I laughed, "I guess he took care of your problem!" He smiled. "Yeah, he sure did." I asked, "How bad was your fuck flu?" Blake replied, "Dude, that's the best part of being with this club. The doctors will help you through the whole thing. You can go to their place and they'll give you an IV or drugs to make it easier ... if you want." I was surprised. "That's cool!" "Yeah," Blake continued, "I was really fucking sick when I converted, but the club guys helped out a lot. That's when your body is trying to fight off the infection, and that's when you need extra doses the most." "Extra doses?" I asked. Blake replied "You know: more poz cum. You'll take more infected loads the whole time. It's hot." I found his attitude towards seroconversion fucking twisted. Seroconverting only to take more charged loads. I loved it. In fact my cock was straining against my shorts, leaving a wet spot of precum. I couldn't help but notice Blake's cock was also rock hard. "I'm getting totally turned on." Reaching over, I cupped Blake's cock and asked, "Any chance I can taste your poz cock?" He smiled, "I'd prefer to fuck some of my charged load in your hole." I knelt on the floor and pulled his shorts off and then went directly to sucking his cock. His cock was quite large, beautiful, and, of course black. It was quite a mouthful. After working on his cock for a while, I looked up and asked, "Will you breed me? "Rik, let's go to my room. I'd love to get inside you." Tossing clothes off as we walked, we were both naked by the time we got to his bedroom. "How many biohazard tattoos do you have?" "My pubic one hardly shows, so just the one for now." I asked, "It looks so sexy on you. Fuck dude. Did you do the blood donation process, or did you do it the old-fashioned way?" "The regular way. They didn't start using blood until recently. You going to do that?" "Yeah, probably Friday night." "Too fucking hot." My finger traced his ink as I was fantasizing about earning my own biohazard. With his finger on my chin, he lifted my lips to his and we made out for a while. "I got a toxic cock here and I really want to be the one who converts you. How about I get my cock inside you now?" I laid onto the bed on my back and he crawled between my legs. "I love uncut cock. Let me taste you." He went face-down on my hard cock and played with my foreskin. He knew enough to run his tongue underneath it, in order to make it really intense. He reached over to get a little lube for my hole and then some for his cock. He slowly worked his infected cock inside my already ravaged hole. The lube made it feel great. I wiggled my ass around his cock in an attempt to get it in faster. I really wanted to be a bond with Blake. His cock, my third toxic cock of the day, started slow and easy. He was adept at leveraging his cock into my ass. His strokes were full, making great use of his huge cock. Blake fucked my hole like a master. We’d make out for a little bit but his primary focus was getting off. My hole was just a tool that enabled him to get off in. We got into a comfortable rhythm as if we were one. I whispered in his ear, "I'm begging you for your poz cum. Please infect my neg hole." And that did the job. Blake started bucking against my hole like crazy. He was a man possessed, totally focused on how to make his cock ejaculate his toxic load inside my asshole. And it felt glorious. Blake gave a deep inhale, “Oh God ... Fuck, Oh God I'm close.” “Fuck me Blake, do it to me ... fuck me up.” Two more strokes from Blake and he yelled, “Damn!!!!!!!!!” With that my ass was filled as if by a fire hose. I unmistakably felt Blake's ejaculations blasting into my hole, his poz cock shooting cum like a shot gun. It was a beautiful experience. Totally spent, he collapsed in my arms and we both went unconscious for a couple minutes, after which we made out for a while, and whispered sweet nothings, about how fucking random this was, how getting a deadly infection had brought us together, and our prospects for the future. It was awesome. Blake said, "We're a mess. Let's shower quickly. I have a steam shower. You'll love it." He pressed a button to get the steam going, and within a couple minutes it was starting to fog up, at which point he invited me to join him "Come on in, there's room for two." He turned on the waterfall shower and we both took turns rinsing the day off us. He turned off the waterfall and grabbed the soap. As the fog raised, he grabbed me from the back and started to soap me up. His big hands slid all over my body. He reached around and grabbed my dick with soapy hands and started getting my cock to full extension. Oh fuck, he felt amazing. He moved to the front of me and then soaped his hole, asking "Any chance I can get some of the last of your neg cum load? It would be an honor to take whatever you got. Please fuck me!" I've wanted inside Blake since the moment I saw him. Some guys ... you just want to breed them. In this case, I got to do just that. I worked a finger inside Blake's ass, and he loosened right up. This would be fun! I pushed his back forward to bend him over and was able to slide right in. His ass was magnificent. Definitely one of the better holes I've fucked. Since I had cum earlier that day, I needed to up my game and really work up a cum load. I hoped he was ready for an animalistic fuck, because I had no choice but to rut his hole like a wild animal. It was so fucking hot. During the whole time, he repeatedly chanted "Yeah .... Yeah ...." After a little bit, I said, "OK Blake, I gotta blow in your hot ass. I can't hold it any longer." And with that, I gave him any neg see left in my body. He got the last of it. I looked him in the eyes and said, "This was an unexpected joy being with you. I hope your cum infects me. You can be my poz daddy anytime." He smiled and said, "Just wait, with the conversion club, it'll be so easy to breed and gift poz guys. Our numbers are growing and infected loads are everywhere. You'll see." I asked, "Will you be there Friday? I'm supposed to get bred by Brad and Teddy, and they talked about the Blood Donation." Blake smiled and said, "Yeah, that sounds like a great time. I'd love to have more of my DNA coursing through your veins." With a quick kiss I replied, “I’d like that.” And with that, I headed home with visions of Friday night.

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.