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I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

Was talking online to this Indian guy who asked if I liked groups and wanted me to come by while he was working yesterday to get fucked. Wanting to get in some fun before it was supposed to snowstorm in Atlanta today, I said yes. I headed over right at noon per his request to what I found was a small cleaners in a neighborhood shopping strip. I had some shirts that needed laundered so I entered the store with them not sure if I was in the right place or not. I got my laundry ticket and then the guy behind the counter smiled and rubbed his crotch to let me know I was in the right spot. He wasted no time turning off the counter lights and locking the front door as he guided me into the back. I was surprised to find two other employees in the back area with their pants down showing hard uncut cocks. I quickly stripped and got on my knees and sucked both hard cocks as I felt lube being applied to my ass from the third. They wasted no time alternating fucking my mouth and ass for the next hour eventually turning me on my back with my legs in the air getting pounded for over an hour til all three had dumped loads in my ass and left me to clean myself up as they secured the business. I reached in my pocket for the laundry receipt knowing I would be back soon...

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Hi guys, I'm new here and would love to share. I got my last load 2 days ago. I was at the store when I saw this guy checking me out. I look and act super straight. He recognized me from some pics I posted on an amateur site, two years ago. I was outside the store and he approached me and said he thinks he knows me from someplace. We talked a minute or so, then he pulls his phone out and shows me my pics, I was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do. We talked a few more minutes and he invited to his house. I went home and showered and when I got to his place he was wearing nothing, I couldn't believe the size of his cock! It was a fascinating 9.5 inches when hard and it was a beautiful 6 inches soft when he opened the door. I knew what to do right away, the door closed, my clothes came off and he was in my mouth. We slowly made it to the bedroom, I swear he ate my ass for twenty minutes before he rolled me on my back and slowly crawled up me. Neither of us said a word, I just looked into his eyes and kept nodding yes as he got closer, he leaned in and started kissing, that was when my ass caught on fire. He pressed that lovely lubed cock against my hole and just kept grinding until I opened up and he eased inside, bliss! We made out and he fucked me nice and slow until he was all the way in, balls deep, that's when I just melted. He fucked me so passionately, then held my face with both hands while he kissed me and I felt his dick pulsing, oh I've only felt that twice before, it was so sexy. He came inside me so deep. I loved it, that was the first of 4 loads he put inside me, I went home happy and leaking his cum. We're gonna hookup again tomorrow night and I can't wait!!

Planned a layover in Atlanta Sunday night and went to Flex. Only large room available was the sling room so I got it. Walked around wearing only a harness and chastity cage, no towel. Only wore the jockstrap when ass up on the bed and didn't when in the sling. Between being anon ass up face down with blindfold on the bed and blindfolded in the sling in the room I took 16 loads. Some guys dropped 2 loads in me. While walking the hallway I saw this tall, muscular slightly beefy Latino in his mid to late 20s I guess. Hot! Figured he would blow me off and keep going. A little small chat and as I reached for his dick under his towel he pulled it out. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him in the hallway. I then said I have a room if he wants to go. Luckily it was right behind us. He said yes and we went. He laid on his back and I started sucking him. As he got hard he asked if I wanted to ride him. I didn't hesitate to slide down on him raw. I rode him for a bit then he started fucking me. After a short while I started riding him again and he said he was about to cum. When I thought he was about to cum I came down on him and held him inside as he shot his load in me. I collapsed on top of him and we started to kiss and make out for a short while. Both of us sweating. Set a new best taking 17 loads in one night. Previously had taken 15 loads at Flex before New Years and 15 once before at Crew Club in DC. Pic below is of the Latino guy and myself.

Having issues with pipes in my home leaking, and have been using a friends place to shower. Yesterday he wasn't home, and I decided to go to the local truck stop and use theirs I was hoping to have some fun while there and started browsing Grindr. Within a minute a trucker hit me up and said was looking for some ass in his truck. I one upped him and said I was there to get a shower, and needed someone to wash my back! He said he'd do more than wash it, and sent a fully nude pic of him. He wasn't the best looking trucker, but it was his 7-8 beer can cock that got my attention! Sent him my shower stall number, and he was there in a flash! Wasted no time. Was very verbal , which I love. Pulled his cock out and just said get to work boy! Wasn't long before I tasted precut and I said put that load where it belongs, not down my throat! Fortunately I brought some lube as he was one of the thickest cocks I've taken. Didn't take him long to seed me. He suggested I finish shower but not get dressed if I wanted another trucker in me. Well hell yes I did! After a few minutes he returned with a BBC trucker buddy. He wasn't nearly as thick, but I'd say probably 10 inches. The first trucker said he wanted to feed my throat as his buddy seeded me. Got spit roasted and both came at the same time! Needless to say I won't be using my friends shower much anymore!

Part 30 - Christmas Festivities Begin Christmas Eve was to fall on a Friday this year which meant the festivities would start on Wednesday with the royal family attending mass at 5pm to mark the start of the Christmas holidays. Thursday evening was see the main even of the year, the Royal Christmas Ball, the first hour of which was televised to the nation since this was an event where members of the public were invited by ballot. In essence it was a celebration of Monrovia and its people, a total of 100 guests from all walks of life were invited along with nobility and government officials. From midday on Christmas Eve the country observed four days holiday where everything was closed, so special was Christmas to the Monrovians that even the airport shut it doors for two days where no flights were permitted to land or take off, the last flight departing on Christmas Eve at 5pm bound for London. For the royal family it meant their Christmas was spent in relative peace except for the usual party for the household staff and their families on Christmas Eve afternoon. It was the royal families way of expressing their appreciation, the party always starts at 3pm with drinks and games then a sumptuous buffet at 5pm served in the state dining room followed by music and games that continued on until late. Like Greenacres where protocol was relaxed, from 3pm it was forbidden unless exceptional circumstances intervened to use the words majesty, highness or even bow and curtsey. Early January would bring Alex's birthday on the 10th and this would be his 21st birthday marking his official coming of age in royalty terms. It also held one other significant meaning, the trust fund from his grand father's estate would officially be passed down to him. For Alex it was his last milestone in royal life, a big celebratory masquerade ball was to be held on the evening of his birthday and a national holiday had already been decreed by the government. His popularity since taking on royal engagements and his active involvement in charity work had increased and was now in as much demand as his brother drawing ever larger crowds where ever he was attending engagements. Since the footage of Alex chatting happily to shoppers a few weeks ago had gone viral, it was unknown to him that he had become quite the royal sensation spotlighting Monrovia and the royal family. Alden and Alex had quickly become known as to the two most desired singles on the royal market, however, the intrigue surrounding Prince Alexander and who he was seen with was what the press was hungry for and more interested in. Speculation was rife with who he should be matched up with in the celebrity world, one magazine even ran a matchmaking series of stories detailing who and why they would be a match in heaven for Prince Alexander. Tuesday morning had started out okay as far as Max was concerned and he was busy for most of the morning selling art and sorting out Asa's next gallery open night for late January. Part of him was intrigued about Asa accepting a commission to paint Prince Alexander's portrait for his 21st birthday, it was either that or jealousy that Asa would be seeing Alex. Sitting back down at his desk the words his mother spoke to him played over in his head as they had done every time he saw a picture of Alex. Opening the browser on his laptop he only had to type the letters PR for the search history to reveal the latest news on the person he was seeking. The picture of a happy prince attending the ballet with his family and in the background was that same man, that fashion designer who seemed to be appearing in a lot of pictures where Alex was concerned, there was one video he had missed previously that had been viewed 87 million times. Intrigue had Max clicking on it to watch as someone had posted a video of Prince Alexander out Christmas shopping, the video showed the Alex who Max really knew, he was really genuine and kind to everyone who came up to him. Once it finished he read some of the comments until he saw one from a person in Monrovia 'Royalty doesn't come better than Prince Alexander and his family, so funny and normal he is our lovely prince and proud of him'. This morning he had picked up another copy of Bonjour magazine after hearing about the articles being written on Alex. It amused him no end reading about the what the magazine thought they knew of the prince and who he could be matched with, in truth they knew very little. Alex was one prince who sat under the radar as far as his personal life was concerned. Max couldn't help but smile looking at the pictures of Alex until he was interrupted by Asa appearing in art gallery. He walked over to Max's desk and coughed to get his attention noticing he was miles away. "Asa, hi" Max said not even bothering to close the browser or magazine. "You are still reading up on him then" Asa remarked sitting opposite Alex. Max nodded "Come on get it out whatever you have to say" he said looking at Asa who shrugged. Max turned the laptop around "Seems this Josh person is in all the photos" he said. "So what!" Asa replied studying the picture and looking at other ones, "There is nothing there". Max turned it back round to face him "What do you mean?" he asked looking at the pictures. "They might be sexing each other but there is no love there" Asa informed him confidently. Max looked at him "But he as gone out in public with him, a sure sign" he said. "Nah, there is no love between them" Asa added like he knew the prince intimately. Max chuckled "When did you become such an expert?" he asked. "Body language and they never seem to be looking in to each others eyes" Asa replied sitting back. There was a momentary silence, "Anyway when you two are together it is obvious" Asa now said. "You are sniffing to much paint cleaner again" Max replied jokingly with his gaze fixed on Alex. "I am off to Monrovia on the 4th of Jan" Asa informed Max who looked up. "Well say hello to him for me" Max said closing the laptop lid to focus on Asa. "If you don't go and get him Max I will bed him!" Asa said making his intention clear. Max smirked "You really are sniffing paint cleaner!" he replied, "A prince would not like me just turning up". "How do you know?" Asa asked, "He is in love with you and you turned him down dick head". Max sighed "What do you want Asa?" he asked trying to get off the subject of Alex for once. "To take you for lunch and talk about my next gallery opening" Asa replied standing up. Asa glanced at Max "So how much time are you spending searching him on line?" he asked. Max gave up "Way too much, seeing him in videos doing his royal bit, he is amazing". Max smiled standing up and they walked across the road to a small bistro for lunch. They talked extensively for an hour before Asa returned to the subject of Max, without flowering his words he came straight to the point over and over telling Max how much of an idiot he was being. Countering every argument that Max could throw at him and leaving him feeling defeated and truly berated over his actions that had no real foundation. "Even I am in love with you and I know I can't compete against him" Asa said paying the bill. Max sat back and tried smiling "You just want sex Asa, that is not enough for me" he replied. "Seriously! See you even underestimate my interest in you" Asa replied looking seriously at him. "We are way past that Asa,." Max said watching Asa who nodded then smiled, "Anyway you are to sexually aggressive for me". "I know" Asa said laughing and leant forward holding Max's hand, "You love him Max, please go and get him". Max threw his hands up admitting defeat "So you will?" Asa asked standing and putting his coat on. "I am not saying I will, I need to think, be completely sure" Max replied standing. Asa rolled his eyes "Man you are such a pole at times Max, think about your happiness for once". Returning to his desk that afternoon Max searched for return flights to Victoria noticing that that last one back was on the 24th at 5pm then nothing until 27th. He took a look around the art gallery then got his credit card out and booked a flight out tomorrow morning at 10am and returning on the 24th. He had not even bothered checking with David the gallery owner before booking them, it didn't matter since they were cheap flights so he could make his mind up in the morning. He was sweating from anxiety and unsure how he would even find Alex or even get near to him. It had been a busy afternoon for Alex attending the Royal Institute of Science and Technology to hear about latest innovations and he yawned as the car pulled up to the palace with Liam by his side. "You coming to the gym?" Alex asked as the footman opened the door bowing. "No I have to go out" Liam replied, "Just take it easy you look exhausted". "I will" Alex promised as they walked in to the palace. Alex couldn't be bothered to work out and decided on a swim and steam instead. The gym area was quiet and Alex went to the pool and swam for half an hour then checking it was quiet still he stripped naked chuckling to himself and went in to the steam room. Oblivious to the other person laying on their back in silence. Alex sat down a made a sighing sound as the heat penetrated around his body. He heard a noise and was about to turn to see who it was but they were quick and kissed him full on, his hands roamed up along the arms holding him and feeling the muscles he knew exactly who it was. He body suddenly started rising in the air as the kissing intensified and finding himself laid on his back as his legs were forcibly pushed up around those familiar thighs. Without a word spoken Alex moaned in to the mouth locked on to him, his hole being forced apart as the cock pushed in penetrating him to the core in one slick movement. With not time to adjust himself the hips started slamming against his arse with a steady force pushing Alex up along the bench. He tried raising his head only to find the muscular arm slipped behind his neck and held him firmly in place keeping their mouths locked. Alex started responding kissing him back with subtle aggression as his body reacted to the cock inside him. Without missing a beat the pace quickened with every thrust, faster and faster it got. Alex wanted to moan loudly but he was lost in the kissing, his whole body rippled form the force of the thrusting hitting against him, only his head remained perfectly still locked in the kiss. The body above him stretched going taught breaking the kiss and several painful deep penetrating thrusts were delivered announcing the orgasm , the arm pulled Alex's head in to the crook of the neck as the orgasm peeked. Alex clasped his arms around the body holding it down on to him. The surprise sex had resulted in a prince of putty, his legs wrapped tightly around the waist wanting to stay in this position. He felt the kisses across his forehead, cheek and mouth again "Happy Christmas" Liam said. Alex chuckled "Happy Christmas" he replied kissing him deeply, "God I miss this" he added. Liam smiled "It hasn't been that long" he said looking down at his prince. Alex ran his hands along the familiar body "Lie to me again and I will withhold sex" he said. Liam let go and stood up "I would like to see how long you can resist!" he exclaimed. "Is that it?" Alex asked looking at him through the steam, "You are going now?". Liam sat by Alex "This is getting too comfortable Alex..." he started saying. "Are you breaking up with me?" Alex asked sitting up with a worried look. "Not as such. I feel like I am taking advantage of you sometimes for my pleasure" Liam replied. Alex shook his head "Do not do this Liam" he pleaded, "You mean the world to me". "Alex I am not going anywhere, maybe we should cool the sex thing down a bit" Liam explained. Alex stared at him "I am worried that I will be the one who falls in love" Liam said openly. "No, it will not happen Liam" Alex said immediately, "I don't love you so it won't happen". Liam smiled stroking Alex's leg "Does Polly know about us?" Alex asked. Liam was silent for a moment "Yes, she knows and kind of understands" he replied. Alex looked down slowly shaking his head "And where does that leave us?" he asked. Liam kissed him on the head "You and I will always be close Alex and I am here for you". Alex ran his fingers down Liam's face "So now you have to be the one to promise not to fall in love". Liam nodded and looked Alex in the eye, no matter how hard he fought against it he was still drawn to his prince. Liam moved closer and softly kissed Alex on the mouth several times before they seamlessly attached themselves to each other and kissed for several minutes until Alex moved and knelt in front of him. Kissing his neck and chest he moved sensually lower down the muscular torso, his chin hitting the erect cock of his protection officer. Alex closed his eyes softly and slowly ran his tongue along the shaft until he reach the tip then sank his mouth around and down the length of the cock. He heard Liam moan above him as his hands gripped the sides and Alex's head guiding him at a steady pace. Liam unable to resist and so turned on allowed Alex to pleasure him until he orgasmed again and Alex spluttered as his mouth filled with cum. Alex swallowed then continued gently sucking away until the cock began to soften, raising himself up he kissed Liam. Alex leaned back and smirked "If you try and break up with me I will ruin your life!" he said. Liam chuckled seeing Alex was joking "Dirty cock sucker" he said kissing him aggressively. Alex pushed him away "Stop doing that or I will need fucking again" he said laughing. Liam stood up "Now I really do have to go out Alex" he said picking his towel up. "Liam!" Alex called after him, "You and I, we are okay aren't we?" he asked looking worried. Liam smiled "Of course Alex" he replied, "I serve to protect and care for you" he added. Liam walked out of the steam room leaving Alex there who giggled away to himself in his post sex euphoria. Liam walked back to his quarters to change, in his head stopping this seemed so easy, in reality Alex just did something to him that he couldn't put his finger on. Thankfully he had been honest with Polly about his assignations with the prince, although shocked at first she realised that it was either a case of losing Liam or accepting it. Once she understood the truth behind it after Liam had told her he had the king's blessing she was comfortable with it. That evening Max tried to sleep and kept looking at his small packed suitcase. He was about to take a step in to the unknown that had no definitive conclusion or end, he had to try and find Alex and get to him before he broke himself. Even whilst packing he was unsure if he was doing the right thing and if he even got to speak to Alex would he be willing to accept Max in his life after he ran away from it. He knew what he needed to do and finally after making his decision he slept until 7am then slipped out leaving a note telling his parents he was going away for a few days to think things through properly. His last few tasks was to phone his boss telling him was out and would return to work on the 27th then texting Gareth to let him know he was going away using the same excuse that he needed some alone time to think and get his head in order. Checked in he wandered around Heathrow that was busy with thousands of passengers heading off for Christmas. The airport doing it's best to get in the Christmas spirit and catch passengers attention as they waited for flights to spend money in the shops. Fortunately Max didn't have long to wait at the airport since he knew if he sat down for a minute he would start over thinking his plan and probably back out. Once he boarded the flight to Victoria he could tell Christmas was coming as the cabin crew were wearing Santa hats. He took his seat on the aisle sitting next to a lady in her 30's he guessed and listening to music on her headphones, she looked up and smiled acknowledging him. The one thing Max never even thought to do was was checking what the weather was like and was shocked to see the seat back video displaying the current weather in Victoria as snowing and minus two degrees. There was no way he had enough clothing for that sort of weather and started fretting that he would need to go clothes shopping as soon as he landed. The lady next to him dozed for the first few hours until the announcement was made that they were starting the descent to Victoria. Pulling her seat upright she glanced over at Max who still had a worried look on his face. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked, "Only you look a little worried or anxious". Max nodded "Yes I am fine, sorry I have a lot going on in my head that I am unscrambling". She smiled "You here for Christmas?" she asked him as the plane engines decreased power. "Probably coming back on Friday, just a quick visit" Max informed her. "Shame you are not staying, Christmas is magical and a big celebration here" she informed him. "Celebration?" Max asked looking at her. "Oh yes, the royal family attend a mass a 5pm today to mark the start of Christmas" she said. Max suddenly had interest in the lady next to him "Right, so where do they do that?" he asked. She laughed "The cathedral on Balenciaga plaza of course". "And the royal family?" Max now asked, "I mean what are they like?". "Well loved and respected in many ways, course the youngest prince is gay" she informed him. "Really?" Max asked quietly amused, "Does it matter. That he is gay?". "Not at all, in fact every one pays a bit more interest in Prince Alexander's life now" she replied. Max smiled "Why is that, because he is gay?" he asked. She chuckled, "Everyone is guessing who he would partner with" she said opening a magazine. "Is that him?" Max asked feigning he had never known the prince. "Yes, but people focus more on his protection officer, he is dam hot!" she said giggling away. Max smiled reading the article "They do seem to be liked in Monrovia". She nodded "And Prince Alexander is very popular, always stops and talks to people when shopping". "He goes shopping?" Max asked remembering the video but curious if it was a one off. "Yes every year, is the royal families normality that people love, but they still have their regal air about them" she added. Max laughed "Normal?" he asked jovially, "Royalty is no where near normal". She smiled "Yes I know what you mean. Our royal family are very in touch with real life though and their country". He studied the picture carefully "And who is this in the picture?" he asked pointing to a lady. "Princess Marie, the king's sister who stepped back from royal life" she informed Max. Max raised an eyebrow "Married her protection officer causing a bit of a scandal" she went on to explain. "Because he was not royalty?" Max asked looking up at her. "No" she shook her head, "It was her stepping away from royal duty, government asked for her title to be removed". Max nodded "The dowager queen waded in, said she was still royalty and was to retain it". "She is the king's mother right?" Max asked looking at the formidable woman. "Yes, the king was under pressure to remove it then reached a compromise on her husband's title" she said. Max nodded again listening intently "He became a Duke whilst she retained her title" she finished. Her words echoed in Max's ears as the seat belt chime went off, he couldn't help wondering if fate was going to bring Alex the same challenge if they got together. Max fastened his seat belt and could see nothing from his seat out of the window except the cloud base they were flying through. Suddenly the plane descended and cleared the clouds as the landing gear rumbled from its housing being deployed. Max could now make out the blanket of snow covering as far as his eyes could see. The plane landed quite hard on the runway ensuring the brakes engaged quickly due to the continuing snowfall outside. Disembarking Max could see what the lady had meant about Christmas being a big celebration in Monrovia, the airport was completely festooned. The gate agents all wore tinsel and Santa hats, in fact everywhere you looked people had Christmas jumpers on and then he saw it in the arrivals hall. A large picture of the royal family wearing Christmas jumpers with a huge tree behind them and the words 'Happy Christmas from our family to yours'. Even looking at the life size poster of Alex made his heart skip a beat and he knew the decision to come and find him was right. It was just how to find him that kept fogging his brain, perhaps stand outside the palace until Alex saw him. During the entire train journey he was playing over what he would say if he saw him until he arrived at Victoria's central station, luckily he had got a room in the only hotel on Balenciaga plaza remembering that it was a short walk to the palace from his short trip here a few years ago. Standing outside the station it was only a short stroll to the plaza but it was snowing heavily now so he grabbed a taxi and by 2.30pm he was checked in to the hotel and inside his room overlooking the plaza. Having purchased a warmer coat at the airport along with gloves and hat he was much better prepared, even the sight of the plaza covered in snow with Christmas trees and lights was enough to lift his spirit. Undoubtedly there was a magical feeling everywhere about Christmas, that and it was snowing seemed to make the whole thing perfect in Max's eyes. Alex sat in the family lounge talking with Alden and watching the snow falling, the log fire burning away gave off the pine cone aroma filling the room with a very Christmas smell. The two princes were so relaxed and happy to be together alone in each others company which was becoming a rare thing now Alex had started public engagements. "Are you coming tonight?" Alex asked pouring a cup of tea for Alden and himself. "Not sure, it is all your buddies" Alden replied using air quotes and giggling. "Come on, Francis and Jackson are coming" Alex informed him. Alden took his cup of tea "Thanks bro, of course I will come, who else is coming?" he now asked. "Liam, Artem, Marty, Tom and my new friend Josh" Alex replied putting the teapot down. "Josh" Alden cooed softly, "Are you and him going to hitch up?" he asked keeping it casual. Alex shook his head "No, there is nothing romantic between us" he replied happily. Alden looked at him seriously for a second "Are you still angry about Jackson?" he asked. "Furious with you!" Alex exclaimed then smiled, "No. I mean I have Artem now". "And have you?" Alden asked grinning. Alex chuckled "Certainly not, the guy is so straight he doesn't bend" he said bluntly. "Sorry I interfered with Jackson bro" Alden now said putting his tea cup down. Alex nodded "You did what you did for the crown. He helped me you know" he said smiling. Alden looked at him "Helped me discover who I am" Alex replied, "Then Max came along". As soon as spoke the words his expression and mood changed "Alex get over him" Alden said. "I can't Max, I know he broke my heart in London but he flicks all the switches inside me" Alex said sadly. "Stop thinking about him and move on, find someone who accepts who you are" Alden advised. Alex sat back resting his head against Alden's shoulder "I have tried Alden, really I have". Alden put his cup down "Maybe you should talk with Auntie Marie tomorrow when she arrives". "Yes I could do, she knows best how to handle these situations" Alex agreed. "Your royal highnesses, it is time to prepare for the mass" the footman reminded them. They both downed their tea and went their separate ways to change in to their royal tunics for the Christmas mass, formal royal attire was customary and required since the governor premier and all heads of public office attended and dressed up as well. Artem placed the purple sash over the blue tunic and attached the broaches in perfect alignment. At 4.45pm they were assembled where Alex and Alden would travel in the royal car behind their parents, the prince's protection officers taking the car behind waited for the prince's to get settled in their car for the short drive to arrive at 5pm sharp.

Couple of points. It's true that it's not all that likely for a poz bottom to directly infect a negative top, that's true (unless the bottom has a high VL and is prone to tearing and half a dozen other "it would help if..." scenarios. On the flip side: a bottom on treatment might well be emboldened to take on tops of any status, and a negative top who fucks a guy who was just bred with a toxic load might well get infected by THAT guy. So more of a situation with guys fucking pre-loaded ass, especially where there could be multiple loads (ie a bathhouse or sex club). As for separating fantasy from reality: if there were some magic coding that separated fantasy posts from reality posts on here, you could store an archive of the reality posts on a 3 1/2" floppy disk. Unfortunately, this site is full to the brim of wankers and fappers who view it solely as a way to get themselves off with outrageous stories.

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@BootmanLA Nice thoughtful response. to @NatureBoy. It didn't make any sense that HIV meds would be used for covid because otherwise Poz guys on meds would already be protected from covid, and that would definitely have made mainstream news. And that would have been great news for you. 🙂 Guess I'll go grab my bottle of bleach to quench my thirst. LOL I just got back on BZ this year after a several year hiatus. And I am so happy to read the posts of level headed informed brothers here. The quality I liked back then is still here. Jim

I wish it was, but no, it is mostly a work of fiction. It’s a story I wrote a long time ago, but never had a place to post it as it got taken down once already on a different site. I found this place, and suddenly I feel like this secret fetish I’ve had is finally able to be explored.

i often find what, to me, are heteronormative ideas (often with religious underpinnings) on gay guys profiles on dating or even hook up sites. Starting this thread as a place to discuss the topic and identify notions that may influence or infiltrate the gay community. That's not to say all hetero notions, standards, ideas are bad (or good), but to put them out in the open for scrutiny and discussion. One of those notions i assign to dominant hetero/religious culture is the notion that sex, sexuality, and body parts are dirty or should only be exposed or practiced under restricted standards. E.g., i cannot count the number of profiles i have seen on gay dating sites where someone explicitly states that they don't want to see cock or ass pics. That's fine with me if it's just a personal thing, but what gets me is the superior aire that often accompanies such a declaration, as if they are above all that. As though they are not going to soil themselves with such practices, and those who do are beneath their consideration. A close companion to the pic standard is guys who don't want to take about sex on a dating or hook up site. Again, if it's just their personal thing, fine. But more often than not, there's an accompanying lecture about how 'shallow' guys are who want or discuss sex. What are some of those standards that others have run into that seemingly fly under the radar, or are out in the open, that we just seem to adopt from the dominant culture we grew up in, but may not reflect who and how we are?

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As a top who loves to kiss and to eat ass (especially if it's hairy and/or has cum dripping out of it), I have no problems with going from one set of lips to the other and back again. And if I'm with a bottom who won't kiss me after I've eaten his ass, we won't be seeing each other again....

Absolutely agree. PrEP and ART, for all that they are extremely effective, do not eliminate the need for an HIV vaccine or cure. Note: This field of research recognizes different degrees of "cure". If the virus cannot be completely eradicated from the body, can its activity be reduced to the point where no damage is done, but ART can be stopped? Can this low level of viral activity be achieved after a single treatment with the "cure" product? If not, how often is re-treatment necessary? Where to plant the HIV "cure research" goalpost is not a simple or obvious question. There is some noise about PrEP side effects. Truvada, the most common of the three products approved for HIV prevention in the US, was approved for HIV treatment in 2004. Its two component drugs were approved, again for HIV treatment, in 2001 and 2003. Truvada or its components are extremely common in first-line HIV treatment regimens worldwide. Notwithstanding almost two decades of use in a huge patient base, Truvada and its components have also been well studied. There is an ample body of empirical research; the side effects of Truvada are mild or uncommon. Appropriate screening and monitoring for the severe but uncommon side effects of Truvada is part of the US CDC PrEP guidelines. People who are worried about potential side effects should talk with a medical professional who is licensed to provide PrEP care and has specific experience. (Experience is important. In the rare cases where, for example, a PrEP patient has poor kidney test results, doctors experienced with PrEP care know what to do, and can even, in some cases, continue treatment after a pause. I've heard talks by public health and university research physicians in San Francisco on this very point. These people worked on clinical trials of Truvada for PrEP and have provided PrEP care to large numbers of patients.) As for long-term side effects, considering the stakes involved when a person really is a good candidate for PrEP (a high probability that the person would otherwise eventually get HIV due to high-risk behavior), it is irrational to dismiss PrEP solely for fear of side effects that have not manifested in nearly two decades of widespread use of Truvada and its two component drugs. Let us not have any part in sowing fear. An experienced medical professional is the person to talk to if someone has doubts about PrEP.

I became 100% barebacker after getting on PrEp. It was a very liberating experience to be able to spread my seed as I always wanted. My sluttiest year was my first year on PrEp. I got Chlamydia/Gonorrhea so many times that year. I was fucking almost every day during the week, and 5-7 times during the weekend, visiting bathhouses, orgies, going to park/toilets and other cruising places. I felt a need to mark as many guys with my DNA as possible.

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Believe it or not, i do fly every week (i fly for an airline). It just goes to show you how well the metal detectors really work! 😀

The problem is that this study's results do not line up with what you said, which is (to quote): "those meds are even used for covid." That is incorrect. What the study found is that if you are ALREADY taking HIV meds, you are at lower risk for Covid infection and your symptoms may be milder. That is a huge - HUGE - distance from using HIV meds to treat Covid. And here's the second problem: Yes, this approach was studied. Notice the date on this article is from May 2020, coming up on 2 years ago. Here are some of the reports on the success (or rather, lack thereof) from those studies: [think before following links] https://www.cidrap.umn.edu/news-perspective/2020/10/study-hiv-drug-no-benefit-hospitalized-covid-patients While this link takes you to a page that requires further exploration, click on the second "+" sign for a detailed answer: [think before following links] https://www.who.int/news-room/questions-and-answers/item/coronavirus-disease-covid-19-hiv-and-antiretrovirals In response to the specific, 77,000-person study your article noted, see the following: [think before following links] https://www.thebodypro.com/article/hiv-meds-may-not-reduce-covid-19-risk-experts-say And so on. I get that you "don't let people or media influence me anymore" but since you're going to post links, it's only reasonable to look at all the links, not just the ones that (very early on, rather prematurely) supported your premise.

Perfectly fair question, so no need to apologise for asking it. It's something I've shifted on over the years...usually didn't mind when I was younger. For me, I like the idea of building a connection...I do like seeing a nice cock/ass/body, but if you can stimulate my mind a bit first, then I have more of a desire later on.

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“Fuck me Daddy. Fist my cunt. Please, Daddy, I need it.” They all laughed, and called me names. “Lamont, strap him up.” “Mike, swab his arm. Get me a good vein.” I watched as Sir clipped the strap above my left upper arm and Master swabbed the inner elbow with an alcohol wipe. The fear came back and Daddy saw it in my eyes. He smiled, “You changing your mind boy? Don’t want me to slam you to stars and then fist your cunt?” I shook my head, “Please, I… I’m scared.” Daddy’s eyes became a pure evil as he laughed again. “That’s a right shame boy, but also very fucking hot. I love forcing faggots like you yo surrender and take my needle against their will. Beg me not to do it. Maybe I’ll let you go.” “Please don’t do it Daddy. I’m too scared. Please.” I felt tears sliding out of my eyes. I was in genuine terror. “Daddy has decided to give you what you want.” He dropped the needle, now full, on my stomach. I started to mutter thanks, when I saw something in the needle. It was not a clear liquid, like I’ve seen in videos. It was a dark red. I looked up, in even more fear, at Daddy. He saw the look in my eyes and solemnly nodded his head. “Remember what you said you wanted? That you wished we could have been the ones to poz you up?” I nodded my head, knowing I had said that. “I was going to give you that. WE were going to give you that. But now, you’ve rejected our gift to you.” I closed my eyes, battling with my self. My fear of the slam versus the desire to be pozzed by them. A hard smack to my balls brought my eyes open and Master told me never to close my eyes when they are talking to me. I apologized and turned back to Daddy, my eyes lingering on the needle again. “You disappointed me boy. I was offering you just what you asked for. You were going to be my poz son. My third poz son.” I looked at Sir and then Master, before back to Daddy. “Actually, you’d have been a son AND grandson, though I’m not to keen on that title yet. I see you think you figured something out?” I nodded my head. “Mike and Lamont are brothers. They are my sons. They both came to me, separately, wanting me to knock them up. Unlike you, a natural cum whore? They are tops but accepted the only way to take my gift, was to give up their asses.” Master and Sir confirmed it. “Neither of them enjoyed the fucking I gave them, ungrateful little shits.” He smiled when he said this. “Lamont?” Sir said, “Look at me, you felt my cock. I fucking hated being turned into a hole for Jake, but it was the only way. He made me his bitch, several times, telling me he was going to let all my homies know I was giving up my hole to him.” “What can I say, I’m a nasty son of a bitch.” “That you are, and I don’t regret it.” “I’m so sad that you’re rejecting our gift to you. You were going to be their first son.” I noticed a look come across Sir’s face when Daddy said this. I briefly closed my eyes, letting the need overcome the fear. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry, Master.” I looked to each as I said this. I turned my eyes back, tears increasing, to Daddy. “This is…” “I’m…” Before I could make another decision, I grabbed the syringe, held it up to see what was clearly the blood of these three men. I looked to each, finally at Daddy, and held the syringe. “Daddy, I still don’t want the slam.” “But I want you all to be my dads.” He took it from hand, smiling his evil grin. “Hold the faggot down. Beg me again, faggot, beg me not to slam you to faggot Heaven.” “Please, don’t do it. Don’t slam me. I don’t want it.” He slapped my balls and while I was groaning in pain, he quickly reached to my arm. I didn’t feel anything as he slid the needle into my arm. “Watch me, boy. Watch me destroy your innocence. Enjoy the rocket ride.” I turned my eyes to where he’d inserted the needle. I watched, still begging him to stop, as he pulled back the plunger and the liquid took on my blood. “Noooooo, please.” Sir unclipped the strap and took my wrist in his hand. I watched, in reducing fear and increasing… anticipation? I watched the plunger get pushed in and watched as the slam was administered into my arm. Sir lifted my arm up as soon as the needle was removed. I could only whimper, “Pl…” before it hit. I had read stories. I had watched videos. I never imagined I’d be that guy. That faggot taking a slam of meth. I couldn’t register any thoughts as I felt the slam hit me in the chest. My eyes flew open as my lungs lost all the air. I knew I was dying. Daddy’s voice entered my head, barely. “You’re fine faggot. Just go with it” As fast as the air left, it came rushing back in. I could not handle this invasion and began coughing, a cough harder than I’ve ever felt. When the coughing stopped, I thought that was it. Then it happened. The rush to my cunt. The need. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” “Yeah? Tell me. Beg me.” “Please, oh fucking fuck, take my ho… cunt. Fist it. Destroy it.” “Flip him over, facing the mirror.” I was flipped over to my hands and knees. “Lamont, give him something while I get ready.” My hips were grabbed and I was pulled back, my hole being raped open again by his fat cock. “Yes, please, harder, more.” He raped me hard for about a minute. “Out.” Sir yanked his cock out and I felt Daddy put his fingers and thumb, watching in the mirror, as they entered my cunt. “Please, Daddy, fist me. Give it to me.” He stood there, motionless. I continued to beg and pushing back. I knew what he was doing. Torturing my cunt, my brain, my whole being. I started pushing back on his lubed hand, feeling it stretch me open like I’d never been stretched before. I thought, “This isn’t bad. Fuck it feels so good. It’s not hurting.” Then I hit the spot. The widest part of his hand. There was no going further. “Oh god, I… please Daddy. I can’t.” “Faggot, you will.” With that, Sir and Master grabbed me by waist and shoulders and started pulling me backwards. There was more stretch. Then the breakthrough. My hole was not able to resist any longer. I felt the immense pain, screaming out loud, as my hole passed over that widest part, and my cunt was full of its first fist. Daddy’s fist. I continued to beg and plead, “Noooooo.” Daddy lifted my head, so that is looking into the mirror. I could see where his arm disappeared into my cunt. “Video.” Master grabbed my phone, moved to the side and began recording. Daddy began to move. Twisting and turning his hand, while pulling back and pushing forward. I continued the moaning, the pain of my hole stretching and my inner cunt being stretched. I felt Daddy pull to the widest part, stay motionless as he reached for lube and lubed his hand and my stretched out ring. He locked eyes with me and said, ”Tell me what you want. What you really want.” I stared and begged, “Please, I can’t take it. Pull out.” He shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. “Be careful what you ask for.” He slid back in a couple inches. Then, without warning, he pulled hard, not stopping despite the resistance of my cunt, and yanked his hand out in one painful motion. I screamed again, this pain much more intense then the entry. “Show him.” Master held my phone in front of me, making me watch the video of my cunt filled with Daddy’s hand. I clearly heard my begging and my screaming as my hole was ripped open by Daddy yanking his hand out. My cunt was wide open, the lips obscenely stretched. Something broke in me. The meth taking control of my brain. Turned so fucking on by the site of my cunt. “Mo… mo… more.” Daddy looked at me, “More? More what?” I was officially broken. Broken by the need for his fist in me. Broken by his making me beg for it. “Shard, Master?” “Daddy, shove a shard in me with your fist. Please, I need your fist back in me. More…” Sir reached over and grabbed Daddy’s baggie and pulled out a big one. Daddy held his hand up, making me watch him lube it up. I felt lube getting shoved into my cunt, my lips being lubed up. Sir handed Daddy the shard,slipping it between his fingers. Daddy smiled at me, “Good boy.” He placed his fingers in my hole, pushing them to the point of resistance. I felt the burn, as the T started to melt. “You want it boy? You want my hand back in you?” As the T hit, reenergizing what was already in me, I nodded my head and begged him. “Fist me Daddy, wreck my cunt.” Before he could move, I pushed back. I forced it and soon felt my cunt lips open around his hand and slide down his wrist. I immediately pulled back, sliding back over his hand and all the way off. “Thatta boy. Do what you need.” I slid back down, harder to break past the resistance. That was a mistake, or a blessing. As my lips, looser than I realized, did not meet as much resistance, I easily slid over the hand, around the wrist, and further down his arm then before. I felt several inches of his arm slide into me.

i LOVE my piercings. i have yet to fuck a hole with them, but if softening them with a condom, the bumps and ridges has got to feel fantastic!!

The local small town postmaster was the one who regularly tried to get a hold of teenage boys, me included. I don't know how much he impacted my sexuality, or life, but I do absolutely believe he jaded me as to who I prefer to have sex with.. as in NOT with older men, cigar smokers, or guys unable to get hard. When I was 25, that wasn't too big of a barrier, but now at 65, I think it has a big impact on who I get to play with. I know of 2 other guys from my town , and my age range, who he "seduced". 1 lives in a subsidized housing situation in Seattle and is a level 2 registered sex offender. The other guy lives in a low income housing development. Not saying the old man disrupted their paths in life, certainly both might well have ended up in the same situation. But I do wonder how much they got off track because of his attentions.

Just for a bit of lightheartedness.. I would say it becomes exclusive when you either cannot free yourself from the sling, or cannot open any of the exterior doors or windows... (maybe I have been reading too many of the backroom stories on here LOL)

You're getting some good advice here, @LurkingBottom. If you haven't had the HPV vaccine, regardless of your age and the amount of sexual experience you've had, get vaccinated immediately. There are 6 or 7 cancer causing strains of HPV out of about 34 last time I checked the research. There is no test to determine the strains of HPV you've been exposed to, but based on the probabilities, it's prudent to assume it's one of the non-cancer causing strains and that eventually you will be exposed to a cancer causing strain. So get vaccinated ASAP! I would get a doctor to treat you and not use any over the counter treatment. Anal warts are very likely to be inside the rectum as well as on the outside. They'll need to be dealt with in there as well.

So, finally got my cock pierced today. The pain wasn't any worse from when I got my nips pierced. She wanted to start with a 10g but I insisted on getting an 8g. She's the queen of piercing where I live, so the fact I got her to give in on the ring was something. She put in an 8g CBR - not my first choice, but I'll live with it for a month and then and get a barbell. Haven't mentioned it to the bf - he doesn't need to know I got a PA lol. Thanks for all of the great advice, guys.

Its kind of bullshit that the poz guys have to bear the responsibility. Its 2021, I think we all know how the virus spreads by now. Maybe its your shared responsibility. Yours to take PrEP if you bareback His to disclose. I think both parties should be accountable. Expecting someone else, especially people who fear rejection, to take care of your health is foolhardy at best.

Once I entered the house, I rushed up to the bathroom and bushed my teeth, I could still taste his ass and smell it on me. He was sweaty, not a bad smell but I was done with it. I washed my face and took a shower. Once clean I went back to bed and tried to get some sleep. I only had two hours of uninterrupted sleep before Marty woke me. I looked up and Marty was standing there with a young guy. I was startled but Marty said, when you wake up a little more come over to my room. I woke up and walked into Marty’s room and they were both jacking off watching some bi porn. It as a site, there was Marty on the bed with his big dick out and this tall sandy blond dude with an even bigger dick. Marty motioned me in, I came over and got between his legs and began sucking his dick. Marty let me suck him for a few minutes and then he said, show my friend same what a good cock sucker you are. I moved over and began to suck hid big dick, he never looked at me. This tall dude at least 6’4 lean with an eight pack, ten inches cut and big balls that hung low. I heard Marty call him Sam. Sam said nothing to me but commented on the chick in the film as I serviced his cock. Marty would hold my head down to take all of Sam. I worked his dick till he was moaning, he finally spoke to me as he pulled me off his dick and said, you are the girl in the porn. She was riding a big dick while she sucked another guy's cock. I got up, Marty got some lube and Sam moved so I could ride his dick while he watched the porn. I lubed up that big dick and sat on it, it slid in slowly. I pounced up and down a few times before Marty fed me his cock. His dick felt amazing, and I rode him for five minutes then he grabbed my hips and started to pump my hole with his big dick. I sucked Marty, he must have been turned on because he shot his wad down my throat in ten minutes and then left the room. Same pulled me up and off his dick, turned me around so I was facing the tv with my ass and legs off the bed and he slide back in me and fucked me for ten more minutes before he shot inside me. He pulled out without a word and went and got in the shower and cleaned off. I went to my room out the hallway door. Sam left without a word, I had to jack off because fuck that was so hot. He had to be straight and horny. Both Marty and I were turned on by this hot young straight dude. I showered and headed downstairs for a bite. Marty asked me if I liked that straight dick, I told him he was hot as fuck. Yea, he can fuck me anytime. Marty said, good, he will be back tonight around ten. I just smiled; he thought your pussy felt good. His girlfriend is out of town for a week, and he promised he would not fuck another girl, so you are helping him out. Marty asked if I liked being used like a piece of meat, I told him I was not sure at first but yea, I really do like it. Good, he said. I knew you were a service slut the first time I met you, you have proven me right every day since I moved in. Such a good little slut. Now go get ready, you have a couple tops to serve before ten tonight. Marty drove me around to three guys homes and I would go in and service them for an hour or two and then Marty would pick me up. One guy gave me twenty bucks, the other two fifty-dollar bills when I left. I had three loads in my ass when I made it home at 8 PM and knew that hottie was coming at ten. I showered and got ready, it was much the same as the first time, this time he had the lights off as he fucked my hole and watched the video. Never saying a word but giving a huge grunt when he came inside me. Then off to the shower and he left. Marty had me set up for him each time he would come over. This week, I serviced cock during the day and Sam at night. On the fifth night, Sam got me ready but this time he got on the bed and had me crawl onto his dick. This was the first time he was inside my ass; he began to fuck me while I watched a women get double penetrated by two guys. Same walked in and lubed up his dick and pressed it against my hole. It took him a couple times, but he finally got inside me, and he fucked me for twenty minutes while I moaned and whimpered. He called me a cum whore bitch and fucked me hard and then he shot his load inside me. Sam pulled out and showered and I had expected Marty to pull out, but he kept fucking me. I heard Same leave out my bedroom, Marty fucked me for twenty minutes and shot his load inside me. I would learn later that Marty was positive, that would be my first positive load in my negative hole. I also later learned that Marty was not on any meds and love to poz up young hole. He had tried to refrain from taking my ass, but he could not help it. He blamed it on Sam since Sam wanted to double penetrate me. There we were, Marty fucking me all night and by morning he had given me five loads plus Sam’s huge load. Now that I had taken poz loads, Marty changed my ads and posted one. This is the new ad he posted on one of the sites. Auctioning off young negative bottom for conversion, he just turned 18, never on PreP. How much will you pay to have him for a night? For a week this post was up with my pics. There was a guy who offered $20,000 for my unprotected hole. Marty made the arrangements for this coming Friday to give my neg hole to the guys and his friends. I was totally clueless; I had secretly fallen in love with Marty. I would do anything for him. Sam came back for one more night and he wanted to Double Penetrate me again, and Marty again used my hole all night as we made out. I thought Sam was hot, but I had longed for Marty to make love to me. I really had it bad for him, and I was so relieved that he finally wanted me. We fell asleep together in his room and he fucked me again in the morning blowing his load deep inside me. Then at breakfast he said, you have some hot get togethers coming up. He could tell I was not excited about it anymore, I just wanted him. He rubbed my chest and told me, babe, just do it for me. I smiled at him and agreed. There were many other guys that Marty pimped me out for money too. Friday was here, I cleaned up after school, Marty dropped me off at this big home on a lake. I went up to the door and rang the bell and a tall skinny guy came to the door. He put out his hand and said, you must be Ben, fuck you are cuter than your pics. He was okay looking; Sam and Marty were hotter. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the living room. H asked me if I wanted a drink, I said sure and he brought me a sweet drink, it had alcohol in it, I drink it all and I was soon buzzed as fuck. He He brought me another one, I drink half of it, and I was drunk by now. He came over and started touching me all over, then he made out with me. He was a really good kisser, I have to say. He slowly undressed me until I was in my jock, then he undressed in front of me. Although he was average looking, he was impressive everywhere else. Tight body and abs, he also had a huge uncut dick. He was suddenly more attractive. I kept looking at his hot body and beautiful dick. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head, leaned in and kissed me. Then he said, I will be right back. He brought out a test, I asked him what it was, and he said, I need to know you are clean boy. This is an HIV test. Until he had mentioned it, I had never thought about it. He swabbed my upper gum, then moved it around in my mouth and said, that will take a few minutes. How about you suck my big dick while we wait. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock, sucking him for twenty plus minutes till my jaw was sore. He said good boy, your results are in. You are indeed negative so we can finally fuck, I only fuck neg boys, just had to check you up to make sure. That all seemed strange to me, but I was not all worked up and feeling the buzz, he led me to his bedroom. It was beautiful, a huge bed in all white sheets and mirrors on the walls and ceiling. It was like being at a carnival, I could see him and myself at every angle. I was making me a little dizzy with all I drank, Rick the host guided me into bed, he laid me on my back and kissed my body all over and sucked my cock. It felt so good. He kept saying, you taste so good, so pure. He kissed me all over, sucked my dick and worked my cock and balls till I shot a load in his mouth. He swallowed it and told me how hot it tasted. He leaned down to kiss me but before he did, he said, I love young pure cum. Taste so good, want to taste it? He pressed his libs against mine and we made out. I tasted my cum and he was right, I tasted good. He had me suck his cock but would not cum and over the next couple hours he edged and tasted me and made me cum, three time before he put me ass up and ate my hole, then lubed up his big cock and my hole and slide his cock in me. Fucked me hard and steady and shot his load inside me ten minutes later. That was the first of five loads he gave me. He did not suck my cock again; I did cum three more times while he fucked me. He held me through the night and fucked me three more times before sending me home. I told him I would like to see him again, but he just said, you will boy. You will. I left feeling hot, no one had ever made me cum like that, I wanted to have him do it again. I headed back to Marty in the uber the guy had called for me and got a text in the car from my Arab uber driver he needed my ass. I asked the uber driver to change my address, he knew the area and it was on the way, so he dropped me off early. I want back to the guy's apartment, and he was ready dick out sitting there and I sucked his big cock for five minute he pulled my head up and positioned me on his bed and fucked my ass for twenty minutes and shot his load inside me. He got up and said, whore get dressed and go home. I am done with you for now. The uber driver was hot as a fuck but he treated me like I was just a piece of meat. I like it but not as much as the guy who had just fucked me. He made me feel like I was something special and he waited to take my ass and give me his cum. When I think about him, I get hard. Hard like when I think about Marty or Sam. I made my way back to the house, crashed into bed and rubbed one out thinking about the hot night I had.

I love sucking cocks, love to suck them at the semi hard stage the best, any thoughts

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

Fuck man, was just thinking about it and, as a bottom, one of the fucking hottest moments (and there are many) when I’m getting fucked is when the top passes that point where there’s no turning back and I know that load is going in me. Not quite at the orgasm but before, when his breathing gets heavy, or he starts warning me that he’s close. That moment I just think, “Fuck. This is it. It’s going to happen.” It’s so fucking intense to be on a ride that you know there’s no getting off of. At this point, I know he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. The breeding is imminent. Usually that’s when, depending on the position, I’ll either wrap my legs around him or reach around and grab his ass cheeks and make sure he’s not going anywhere. It’s my way of telling him that orgasm is happening in me and they train that’s coming down the track isn’t stopping, isn’t going anywhere else, but up my ass. Locking him in just before he enters his orgasm phase is so fucking hot because I know that once it starts there’s no way he can control himself and I’m not giving him anywhere to go but in me. There’s a lot of hot moments I enjoy but that’s one of the best, yeah, the moment between “I’m close” and the start of the orgasm where we’re both commiting to taking this all the way. It’s kinda like the moment he’s experiencing the orgasm is even hotter because you know the next part is involuntary and uncontrollable at that point. Once he’s feeling that electric wave of ecstasy of orgasm shoot throughout his entire body, the involuntary twitches and pumps that are about to occur as he floods my guts with his load are unavoidable and imminent.

I question their actions also.

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Not to disagree with the other parts of your post, but these are, as stated, bullshit. "Monogamy doesn't truly work." - For you. I'm not saying it's easy (it's often not) but it does work for lots of people, and their experiences are no less valid than yours. "as we should." - "Should" is the most useless word in the English language. Who died and made you Princess of the Universe to declare what other people "should" do? (Hint: nobody.) It's not your place to determine what other people "should" do in their own relationships, which don't affect you one iota (unless, of course, you view them as prey that need outside sex and you go after them to get them to cheat, in which case, maybe it's your business but then maybe again, screw you). "The Divorce rates are so high because of the control tactics of Monogamy." - You have zero basis for making that statement, unless you believe that the primary driving factor in divorce is people wanting to fuck other people and not being allowed. You're just over 30, so let me try to enlighten you just a tad: there are a thousand reasons people get divorced, and most of them don't have anything to do with one person wanting to fuck around.

A few years ago, I arrived at my wife's sister's house for the Christmas holidays in New York but everyone had gone to the city to see a show. I used this time to get on the hookup apps to find a guy to breed my ass. I was messaging with a guy who was about a mile away and he said he'd take an Uber over. It took him a long time to arrive and I thought he was going to flake, but he did make it. I think he walked as he was sort of sweaty. I let him into the basement and we got busy. He was a hot younger african american guy a little bigger than me. Unfortunately, he couldn't get hard enough to fuck me, but I managed to get hard, so I asked to fuck him. He agreed and I lubed up and slid up his tight ass from behind. I fucked him for a while and was about to cum. It's pretty obvious when I'm getting close and he attempted to stand up and move off of me but I was having none of that. I hung onto him tight and managed to keep my cock in his ass while I exploded inside him. I thought that was hot breeding his ass even though he was trying to pull off me. I love that point of no return, both as a top and a bottom.

---- Part 3 ---- I scowled back at him and leaned over, spitting on his exposed pucker before slamming my rigid cock half way into his tight hole. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but my bare cock was now into my ex's hole, just like he'd asked and how he said he wanted it. The scream from Paul's mouth told me it hurt him too. "Oh fuck no... you're MY bitch, now" I growled back at him as my cock pulled back, leaving just the head inside. Another hard lunge forward and I was balls deep inside of him. Even with the adrenaline pumping through my body I could feel him quivering from the invasion. I looked down and his face was buried into the bedding, muffling his cries and I chuckled to myself. I adjusted my position a bit to be able to fuck him better and then started the slow thrusts. His tight hole and just a little spit made each shove a chore. "Fuckin tight there, Paul. The daddies haven't been fuckin you much?" I said, as my hips slammed into his ass. I heard a muffled yell in response and began to plow faster. I was never one of those guys that oozed precum while fucking, I guess my body saved it up for delivering the load of cum which usually was pretty big. After a few minutes of pounding him, I pulled all the way out and spit on his hole again. It was a pretty pathetic looking gape, but he was tight and I wasn't very thick. I didn't intend on him staying unfilled long either and shoved back in. He tried to crawl away, but his head hit the headboard, trapping him. "bam bam bam" filled the room repeatedly as each stroke of my cock slammed his body forward into the headboard. After a minute he pushed back as I drove my cock in and the sound of his head banging into the headboard was replaced with the "whack" of our bodies slamming together. "Good little bitch. Don't want to piss off the neighbors" I snarled. I'd never talked to the guys I fucked like this. Paul had really riled me up and flipped a switch inside me that I didn't even know existed. I never expected Paul to be the bury your head and take it type bottom either, but that's what he was doing. It just proved to me that he was doing this for only one thing. Maybe he thought our relationship was over and I was just a convenient dick to give him a toxic load. I could play that game, but I also wanted something more. He was going to get my cock and fresh, viral seed, but I'd do it on my terms. The thrusts got faster and my hands moved up his back. One arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him up against mine as we rutted. My hips were doing the work now and the closer I got the tighter I held him. His whimpers got louder and I nestled my head over his shoulder. "You're gonna be my bitch forever" I growled into his ear just before I planted my cock to the base and let my balls empty. The first few shots were strong and my whole body shook. Over a week's worth of pent up cum filled his guts with a million little bugs in search of a new home. My hips pulled back slightly and thrust in again, churning up the cum and adding a few more spurts. I heard a pained cry come out of Paul as his body fell limp in my arms. I held him up until the last throb from my cock ended. Slowly I lowered him down on the bed and laid on top, waiting for my cock to soften. A few minutes later I pulled out and was surprised at how stiff my dick still was. The sheen of cum coating it was definitely not pearly white or even a shade of brown. The darker shade of pink told me how badly I'd wrecked his cunt. Paul was face down on the bed, passed out. Crawling off the bed, I chuckled and dug into my toy box, grabbing a couple restraints and a plug. With his hands tied to the bed and the plug stuffed into his ass, I went in search of a marker. Wiping the sweat off of his right shoulder, I wrote "Poz", a line below it and one vertical mark. Quickly, I rinsed off in the shower, dried myself and fell down on the couch. I flipped on the TV and took the lone joint out the baggie and lit it. I didn't smoke much and only did it on special occasions. This seemed like it fit the bill. With a good chill in my naked body, I dozed off. I woke to some noise from the bedroom. Grabbing the remote, I turned the TV off and went to see what Paul wanted. "What the fuck, dude?" Paul said as he tugged against the ropes. My hand tapped a half dozen times on the plug and he cried out in pain. "You tried to run away during our fuck earlier so I wanted to make sure you didn't escape while I let my balls refill" I said, chuckling afterwards. He kept tugging and I kept laughing. "How ya feeling? You said you wanted a hard fuck. Normally that's not my thing but for you I made an exception" I said softly as I stroked his back. "I said hard, not destroy my ass. I won't be able to take dick for weeks" Paul said. "Au contraire, mon ami. That was just the first of the weekend. I wonder how many I can shoot before you go back home" I said. "Oh fuck" Paul exclaimed. "That's the idea. We might do a few other things, but fucking is always on the menu. Oh, and that load you promised me on Sunday? That will be the last one you blow for the next three weeks. I want the last neg one you ever shoot. You use me, I use you" I said as I slapped his bare ass. His body shivered underneath my hand. I knew this wasn't how he thought this was going to go down, but if he wanted to get fucked this weekend I'd do it however I wanted. Crawling on top of him, I untied the ropes from the bed before sliding off the other side, next to him. He felt my stiff shaft drag over his back before my fingers grabbed the base of the plug. He screamed out, pushing his face back into the bed to muffle the noise. I knew his hole was still sore and hoped it would be for the next several days. Dropping the plug over the edge of the bed, I heard it hit the rug with a thud. Next, I pulled myself back on top of him and speared his now open hole with my cock. The plug had stretched him open and my dick went into Paul a lot easier than last time. He still groaned, since much of the cum had soaked into his body during our nap, leaving little for lube. This fuck lasted only twenty minutes or so and was mostly long slow strokes. I wasn't making love to him and based on the slightly pained moans, the constant drilling was adding to the damage from earlier. When my balls began to tingle again, I pushed on his shoulders and drove my cock in more frantically. He let out a loud moan when my cock pulsed, dumping several more shots of my newly tainted seed into his gut. When my cock had softened, I pulled out and reached over the side of the bed, grabbing the plug again. When the plug's tip hit his pucker, he pushed his face back into the bed. Just like when it came out, he yelled out again. I woke a few hours later and Paul was curled up next to me with his back on my chest. When I tugged on the plug, he woke and just muttered "Oh fuck." I laughed as I got back on my knees and once again shoved my cock into his ravaged hole. He was still on his side and my cock was plowing into new territory. He was still sore and I could hear the pain in each grunt. About half way through our ten minute fuck I rolled him on to his back, leaving my cock planted inside him as he twisted. This time it was me looking down at him, smiling. He started to smile back but when I thrust in hard, he grimaced and groaned. Slowly I began to drill faster until I couldn't wait any longer. I had never fucked a guy three times in a day, so I was surprised that there still were a half dozen big spurts of jizz shooting out of my cock. I reached down and grasped his partially hard shaft and squeezed. "No shooting until Sunday" I said, laughing afterward. My cock slipped out of his hole and I rolled him back on to his stomach. Seeing the marker on the bedstand, I grabbed it and added two more hash marks on his shoulder. "What the fuck?" Paul asked. "Just keeping track of how much cum that pussy holds" I said, chuckling again. I turned out the lights and crawled back in bed, nuzzling next to him and falling asleep.

ASSMUNCH ************************** Why was I going into that memory again? I thought I’d put it in a plain unmarked box, taped tightly shut, as far back in my head as I could get it. I didn’t want to think about Kevin, about the tears, about losing him, about the choices I’d made that left both of us broken. Walking down the hall to where Sleeper waited found me reliving it all and how I carefully disappeared him so we could both get on with our lives. Joining the Army I had rid myself of Tom, my given name, and started using Andrew, my middle name. I couldn’t be Tom in the Army. The Army would eat Tom alive, chew him up and spit him out. I had to be Andrew, tough, closed off and fully committed to a career in the military. Andrew never gave control to anyone. Andrew never lost himself. And Kevin needed to, deserved to, have a guy share his life who could be fully open to him. He was half a world away at MIT, hopefully excelling in the Engineering program that would ensure a comfortable life. The distance between Boston and Germany was enough to allow us both to move on. I hoped. My leash had to be tight. Fuck! Go away, Kev. Please go away. I crushed the feeling swelling up inside me, before it broke me again. So the latrines had a supply room at the end of the sinks and toilets. It wasn’t big, just 5’ by 5’, with a utility sink. It had a lock, but of course basic locks meant nothing to trained soldiers in our MOS. Silent entry was a section of our breach training. We were learning everything from blowing a hole in shit to mechanical manipulation. It all boiled down to one rule our Ranger instructor said - there’s ALWAYS a way in. Not that we were anywhere near ready to be loosed upon the battlefield. I liked that instructor. Lt. FUHA (Flagpole Up His Ass) said we were lucky to get a Ranger to instruct us, that the timing worked out that his team happened to be back in Germany for debrief. Lt. FUHA threatened us for a full five minutes NOT to embarrass him or ourselves during instruction. He actually picked out specific brothers who weren’t allowed to speak or interact with our guest instructor to minimize the potential for us to look stupid. Demon was one of those. Surprisingly, so was Bootlicker. Don’t ask me why. Anyway, Capt. Simmons was the most relaxed officer I’d met to date. He had no use for rank address off mission, he said. Of course, if Sarge or Lt. FUHA were present we didn’t dare get lazy with our conduct or address. But when they left the room, Brian called us ‘boys’, ‘brother’, called us by our nicknames, told us we could call him Sir, Brian, Simmons, Captain, or Gutter, his callsign nickname. I’m almost certain Gutter referred to his apparent ability to eviscerate the enemy, not a channel for sewage and runoff. The dude was death on feet the way he moved. He had Zeus’ head squeezed between his thighs in two seconds. Zeus, who towered over him and outweighed him by 60 pounds. Zeus got stabbed in every kill spot, got his throat slit, finishing with the imaginary knife slamming up between his asscheeks right in the asshole to get jerked upwards slicing him from balls to ribs. Six seconds, start to finish. Gutter was sitting on Zeus’s face, his knees pinning Zeus’s arms, his armpits holding Zeus’s legs. After his kill, he played a drumroll on Zeus’s meaty ass while he said ‘never hold back. Kill fast, completely. Your enemy doesn’t deserve to suffer. And that’s not about kindness. It’s about removing the emotion from it and efficiency. If you want him to suffer, it means you care too much. You should not have feelings about your enemy. He is an obstacle between you and your mission.” He had his hands on Zeus’s hamstrings while he explained, looking like he was holding Zeus down for a gangbang. Zeus seemed perfectly relaxed with his ass spread wide, a large mound where his junk sat, and his face buried in Gutter’s hole. “Since Zeus here is being so cooperative now that I’ve killed him,” he lifted up off Zeus’s face and looked at him over his shoulder. “You good, brother?” Gutter asked. “I’m good.” Sitting back down he ass smashed Zeus’s face, I could tell Gutter was resting his full weight there. “This area here,” Gutter demonstrated, shoving his hand in the crack of Zeus’s ass, then slid it up over the bulging uniform of Zeus’s junk, “a guy will forget everything to protect it. Also, armpits and neck. It’s instinctive.” I noticed he was massaging Zeus’s crotch imperceptibly. “Make a move for these areas and your enemy loses form, gets out of position, leaving you an opening for the kill.” He finally let Zeus go, stood up and stretched out a hand to help Zeus up. “But I’m not here to teach you hand to hand, as pleasant as it was having Zeus hot-breathing my ass. Thank you, brother.” Zeus shrugged, not the least embarrassed. “My pleasure, Captain.” Like he was dealing cards or taking a hamburger off the grill rather than getting his face smothered by Ranger ass. Fucking deep, rumbling voice. And the inflection he used, as if it was all HIS idea to get slaughtered, teabagged, groped and laid out spread like a whore at a bachelor party. As if it was Gutter that got used. Zeus’s natural dominance made it difficult to figure out who got the best of who. I mean, lethal killer or indomitable God? Zeus gave off the distinct impression that Gutter only got to commit exactly the acts that Zeus graciously permitted. But Gutter was signaling that Zeus was no trouble at all to handle any way he chose. That the grope of his junk, digging into his asshole through his uniform, grinding his ass on God’s face was a deliberate act of dismissal. As if saying ‘yeah, you’re a God, but you still answer to me.’ When Titans meet, we mortals are unworthy to judge. Anyway, Gutter was the reason Sleeper and I wanted to try for Ranger School eventually. He was just a badass, and down to earth, easy going, confident , like a real big brother. He didn’t treat us like grunts, like we were stupid , clumsy or lacking skill. Even though we knew the wide gap between him and us, we felt like equals, like he accepted us. Sorry about the tangent. I’m supposed to be tonguing Sleeper’s tight white ass, not dancing down memory lane. Stay on mission, soldier. Acquire your target. The target sat naked on the utility sink. Fuck, my dude was awe inspiring. He wasn’t trying to be sexy, I know, leaning back against the wall behind the sink, his ass perched on the front edge so his asscheeks were half exposed, legs spread casually hanging down, just two inches of his crack visible below his long loose nuts that covered his entire taint. His skin was so white, except for the farmer’s tan from his biceps to his fingers, and his neck and face. Dark hair, dark eyes. His meaty muscles bulging. One hand played with his semi hard cock, the other feeling up his right tit. As if the sight of me was the signal he waited for, his legs came up, spread, and folded back along his torso, exposing his perfect, tiny turd button. His hand moved down off his dick, to rub his middle finger over his smooth, hairless hole. “Get that magic tongue in here, bro. I gotta cum, bad.” I wasted no time. Placing my hands on both cheeks, I squeezed and massaged them. I pulled them further apart, stretching his gap, rotated them in circles, pushed them together. I’d learned that eating ass was more than tonguing hole. It was best as a whole experience, no pun intended. I’d learned that a dude’s dick actually started at his taint, which hid some of the muscles that controlled his dick, AND his ass. That when a guy was on his back, that 12 o’clock on the pucker was the area that felt best, caused the most moaning and squirming. And I hadn’t learned it from eating Sleeper’s ass, it had been Kevin devouring my hole before plowing me mercilessly that taught me everything I knew. Kevin always took his time. Kevin never did it for me, to make me cum, to prepare me to get ass raped. He ALWAYS did it for his own enjoyment, and I learned that was the key. Fuck! Go AWAY Kevin! Back in your box. Of course I started at the top, but not with my tongue. I bit him with my lower teeth on his hole, my top teeth scraping his perineum. I let my chin scrape across him. Sleeper spread himself further unconsciously. “Fuck yes.” He moaned. I kissed his beautiful little starfish tenderly. Then licked his six, making sure my tongue didn’t touch his hole, staying below it by an inch. Another sensitive spot, just above his tailbone about two inches away from his sphincter. If you pressed on that spot, a dude’s asshole reflexively relaxed. Teasing Sleeper’s asshole open was too much fun. I gripped the mounded tube of his taint muscle and massaged and stroked it from the sides as I enjoyed the flavor of his lower ass channel, still avoiding the thing he wanted me to lick the most. “Oh God, Andrew.” He grunted, writhing his hips trying to move his hole to my mouth. I popped him hard on his ass. “No moving.” I warned him. He knew the rules, but still tested me every time. It amused me that he couldn’t grasp that I could make his body beg me to violate him, even if his mouth would never say the words. I know what he wanted, but even though it seemed I was on the submissive side of this interaction, it was Sleeper who was at MY mercy. I wasn’t servicing him, he was MY puppet. That was the trick to it, as Carol taught me. When you had the thing the other person wanted, you were actually the one in complete control. And using that to give a reward, or withhold pleasure tipped the balance of power. Driving your partner further into frenzy escalated sexual pleasure, and they willingly lowered barriers and reluctance. That was what kept Sleeper coming back. He knew I could drive him to lose control, and the challenge of retaining his dignity in the face of overwhelming desire was a knife edge that made him cum harder, longer and deeper than any other sex he’d ever had. So why was I doing this? For one simple reason. I was determined to make him break his own leash. I relished the thought of this slab of prime masculine hetero manhood finally recognizing his ass as the center of his pleasure while reconciling it with being straight, joining me in that sparsely populated club. And I was in a mood tonight. Maybe it was the fucked up week, maybe it was the alcohol, or finger banging Wanker’s cum-slick hole, or the revelation of Zeus being gay, or how I’d relived Kevin taking my ass cherry on his birthday, or all of the above. I didn’t examine it too closely, not caring why. I was slightly angry, hurting, and feeling like I needed payback for the huge hole I’d torn out of my soul and how I always sought to help everyone else while my heart screamed out for someone to help me. I completed the entire circuit of the area around his opening, biting, sucking, licking and chewing every square inch of his cheeks and valley. He was moaning incomprehensible garbage about needing it, please, his hole, go in, just touch it once, swearing he’d cleaned, even up inside, how he wanted to taste good for me, that he’d be good, wouldn’t move, and on about my tongue and mouth, describing them with his limited vocabulary of hard, slippery, warm. When he started in on gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, good, I knew it was time. His hole was pulsing, his pucker pushing out, then squeezing tight again, he was working it to entice me, demonstrating his willingness to give it to me for whatever I wanted to do to it, just please do SOMETHING. He had to have me dig deep into him. I flicked just the tip of my pointed tongue against his shitter, quick. He spasmed. “More” he panted. I gave him a full, pressing lick and pulled back again. His head was moving side to side, eyes closed. His hands gripped his ass, spreading it as far as it would go. I placed my open mouth over his hole and sucked hard, and I felt him flowering open, so I jammed my tongue into the soft inner flesh he exposed to me. “Oh fuck! Oh God yes, buddy. Deeper” and he grunted to push out and bear down even more. “Get in there, shove down on the outside….gggggnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh” I slipped my index finger up past my chin and rubbed his hole while I penetrated him orally. I swirled my tongue, tasting the sweet juice lining the interior. No, I’d never had the opportunity to do this to Kevin, it just never came up. It was always me on my back or my knees, or stomach where he wanted me. He dictated my every move, every position, every feeling. And after him, I never wanted anyone else go there on me, knowing it would pollute the limited memories I had of giving myself to him. Those had to stay pure, like my painful love for him. Go away. Please, Kevin. Please. I went full animal then, growling and drooling while I tore into Sleeper’s pristine temple of holy manhood, his inner sanctum. I was going to desecrate this amazing monument that was his muscle bound ass, the source of his athletic strength and power. He didn’t realize this wasn’t about him, it was about me and my need to make him feel what I felt when Kevin tore me up, and my desire to regain that feeling even if it was by proxy through Sleeper’s magnificent ass. “Holy fuck Andrew, what…. Fuck! Shit! I’m fucking cumming, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop trashing my hole, don’t you dare fucking stop, oh God, oh “ I jammed two fingers down to my knuckles right up into his prostate and ground into it as hard as I could. “AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK” he screamed as he started shooting, not even touching his dick, both of his hands occupied by pulling his ass wide. I stood up suddenly, yanked my dick out of my shorts and shoved it in his ass, punching all the way inside him with a single movement. “FFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Which was a complete lie because his cock was shooting even harder. He started bucking, his hands pushing at my hips, but I started hammering him into the fucking sink, making his head bounce off the wall. My first load greased his guts within five strokes. He punched me hard in the center of my chest, and I knew he was trying to hurt me. But he couldn’t put his body behind it because I was pounding the shit out of him and he was stuck against the wall. The sink was creaking beneath us. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his chest and kept thrusting up into him at just the right angle to punish his prostate like a punching bag. “You MOTHERFUCKER.” Spittle was flying from his mouth. “No! Not again! FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK” And he shot again, his cum flying everywhere from his hard cock bouncing between us. He got a solid wad right in his handsome prick face and that pushed me into my second orgasm. I bent over on a powerful upstroke and licked his nut off his cheek, burying my 8 inches to the root and squirting the last few schools of swimmers deep. Chest heaving, I ripped my cock from my buddy’s used hole, causing him to cry out. “Well what the everlovin’ FUCK, bro?” He snarled. “Relax dude.” I said, unimpressed. I knew I needed to give him an out. Oh, I was fine with taking a beating if he needed to dish one out. Might be good to maybe feel something again, but I doubted even the worst ass whooping would get me where I needed. In spite of his anger, Sleeper wouldn’t try to seriously hurt me, and that was what I really needed: a no holds barred murderous rampage beating. I needed a violent purge, the sweet release of overwhelming pain, to be taken to the brink of death where the only choices were giving up or fighting to survive. But neither one of us needed the trouble that would bring, and Sleeper was a pure spirit, the kind of guy who didn’t want to hurt people. “I lost control, I was just as horny as you. I needed a hole. Sorry bro.” He gave me a pissed off look. “Then you owe me one, fucker.” “You got the last part right.” I laughed. “Fucker”. He stared at me for seconds, then a grin started at the corners of his lips. Then he busted out laughing. “Outstanding. Did you cum in me, man?” I nodded, holding up two fingers. “TWICE?” He reached down to feel his hole. “It doesn’t even hurt.” I shrugged. “I know what I’m doing. I picked the moment deliberately.” He pulled his fingers up to look at them, sniffed, then tentatively stuck his tongue out to taste. “Brojuice. Fine. I’m not mad having your cum in me. But you should have asked, bro.” “Asking would have ruined it. You know that man. Ruined it for both of us. Look, you’re not gay, I’m not gay, and that wasn’t about being pretty gay boyfriends.” His face expressed his disbelief. “Then what the fuck was it about, huh? And what if I wanted to be your pretty gay boyfriend?” I laughed. “You think you’re the pretty one? Dude I’m the pretty one.” “The fuck you are! Look at me. I’m a fucking gay wet dream.” “True. I think it’s that cum all over your face that seals it.” He grinned. “Yeah, you seemed to like it just fine, I noticed.” I grinned back, and took the opportunity to go lick the rest of his cum off his face. He let me, patiently turning his face, pointing to certain spots for me to lick. When I was done, I put my forehead on his. “Now we’re even. Better than blood brothers. I have your dna in me, and you’ve got mine in you.” He closed his eyes. “Brother.” Whispered. “Brother “ I whispered back. I must have been wrong about needing a beat down. This felt so much better. This almost felt real.

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He drove off and I stood in the driveway of a huge house. I walked up to the door and stood there hoping I had the right place. I did not have to wait long; a tall dark-haired man came to the door. He was a very good-looking guy, he opened the door and invited me in. He said my name is Charles, David has been waiting for you. We walked into this beautiful home, and he led me to a room upstairs. It was a bit like a porn studio or so I imagined. It had a bed in the middle with cameras all around. Several sofas and chairs. There was a man sitting in a chair who stood up and walked over to me and introduced himself. He said, I am David, thank you for coming tonight. You are my date for tonight. I see you met Wes already, his date will be here shortly. David stood at least 6’4 well-built salt and pepper hair, he had a tattooed sleeve and was well muscled. He leaned down and kissed me, he slipped his tongue in my mouth, after he broke off the kiss the kiss, he felt up my body and my dick was getting rock hard. While David was feeling up my junk, stomach and chest; Wes was feeling up my ass and back. I was tingling all over. Wes began to kiss my neck, David turned me around, Wes leaned in and kissed me hard just like David had done, while David slipped my pants down below my ass and felt my bare ass. He soon had his finger on my hole, and he was rubbing it, I moaned as David kissed my back and Wes continued to kiss me. I had not noticed two camera men who came in and began to shoot. Wes unfastened his pants, fished his cock out and pulled me down to suck his big dick. Dave, spread my cheeks and began eating my hole. I was in heaven, fuck these guys were hot. David ate my hole for five minutes, pulled off and went over to the bed. Wes led me to the bed and had me suck David. His cock was even bigger than Wes’s, huge uncut dick. I crawled up on the bed and began to suck his big dick while Wes got behind me and lubed up my hole and his dick and pressed it inside my hole. It felt amazing, he fucked me for ten minutes and shot his first load of the night inside me. Wes slapped my ass after he pulled out, he told one of the camera men to take a turn, that was the first time I had even realized that we were being filmed. The guy on the bed and slid his 7.5-inch dick inside me with ease and fucked me for eight or so minutes and shot inside me. Then they traded paces and the other camera man got up, his dick was much thicker and eight inches. He was a better fuck, he grabbed my ass and pulled me back on his dick and fucked me hard for ten minutes and groaned loudly and shot his load inside me. I had been there less than an hour and I had three loads inside me. Fuck, this was like no date I ever imagined. David pulled me up on his chest and kissed me. We made out for ten minutes while he told me what a hot boy I was. I hard rustling behind me and the bed move, it was Wes’s boyfriend. He spread my hole and began to eat my cummy hole. I felt good, amazing. David reached over and grabbed some poppers for me, he said, boy you will need these. I hit them several times, then I realized why, David gave them to me. A huge fat, dick was pressing on my hole. It did not want to go inside but Wes’s boyfriend, Ryan kept pressing. With the combination of Poppers and David’s encouragement and instructions my hole was starting to comply. David would tell me when to push out, and how to breathe through it. It hurt but on the fifth push my hole opened enough to accept Ryan’s thick dick. Fortunately, it was only 7.5 inches but got thicker towards the base. I was whispering to David, that it hurt, and it was too big, but he just held me, telling me to be a good boy. He would tell me to relax my beautiful boy cunt, let Ryan in. You want it, don’t be a dick tease, give him your hole boy. You are so hot taking bare dick, he kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth. My hole started to open, and Ryan fucked me harder, it was almost enjoyable but never got there for me. Ten minutes in Ryan shot his load inside me, then slowly slide out. Wes slides up on the bed and examined my hole, showing it to the camera and worked a butt plug inside me. They broke off the shoot, the big dicked camara man took me to a room that looked like a waiting room and asked me if I wanted anything to drink? He was about 5’11 180 dark hair and eyes, Mediterranean looking with a beard and long hair in a bun. He brought me water, we chatted for a while, and he told me I was a natural on camera. He leaned in and kissed me, wow, he was a good kissed. When he broke it off, he said, I would like to share you with some buds sometime. You would be a hot DP bottom for us. I am going to slip my number in your bag. Do not tell anyone, okay? I agreed that I would not. I cannot wait to get inside you again tonight. Then he walked out of the room.

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My Mom walked in on me one night looking at gay porn on the computer in my room and freaked out getting my step dad and both yelling at me. That weekend she left for the day while my step dad was going to have a long talk about what I did with me. When he walked into my room I noticed that he had a huge bulge and wasn’t even trying to hide it. As he began talking to me about sex he began touching me and said that he has known for quite some time about my secret sexual activities with all those random men, sneaking out wearing panties, sucking their dicks, swallowing their loads, letting them fuck me and coming back home a hot mess. I was best red and embarrassed. As he told me not to be embarrassed and it’s ok to do all those things he unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper and pulled out his rock hard cock which was HUGEEEE. He looked at me while he stroked it and said let’s get naked and more comfortable. He then told me that I can touch it if I want, I began stroking it and shortly wrapped my lips around it, sucking it until he fed me his load. As I told him about all the filth I was into and have done he quickly got rock hard again, at which point I straddled him sliding down on his throbbing cock and rode him as I continued with my stories. At one point I moaned omfg I love this so much Daddy can we do this more often, I want to be your dirty cum dumpster slut son. He smiled moaning and said of course we can son, Daddy is going to show you just how much he loves you with his cock from now on. He then bent me over and fucked me deep and hard blowing his load inside me as he told me how much he loved me. When my Mom called telling us that she got called into work for an over night shift I was riding his cock with his loads leaking out of me. He spent the entire night showing me his love and spilling his loads into me. This became a daily thing with us, we snuck around and always found the time or the place for me to suck his fat cock and get fucked. I loved when he just pulled my panties aside, spit on my hole and buried his rock hard throbbing cock eagerly deep inside me and fuck me moaning how good it felt and how much he loved me. After he pulled it out I’d always lick it clean. He loved it when I came home fucked up and a hot mess sneaking back into the house. I’d txt him to meet me in the basement, where I’d seduce him and tell him what a whore I was as he groped me and felt me up. I’d pull out his cock and stroked it as I told him about my night. As he got rock hard he bent me over, ripping my panties down and force his throbbing all the way inside me. As he fucked me deep and hard I talked dirty to him telling him how good that felt, to fuck me harder, to show me how much he loved me to fuck me like a dirty street whore that I was and breed my hole.

Thanks for the awesome feed back guy its means a lot, I'm glad your all enjoying the story so here is part 11 its a long one 11 Gray felt all of Alverez weight slam into him as he shouted for him to go, the force enough to send him falling though the small gap in the grate with a ripping noise. The jagged metal had torn off his bandage and ripped through his fatigues and causing a flash of pain as it bit into his skin in several places. Only his vest protecting his torso from being shredded. Gray knew Alverez had been right, there was no way the large man would have been able to squeeze though that gap. That thought flashed though his mind as he landed on his hands and knees in the foul river of filth pouring from the pipes with a splash the thick substance clinging to his skin like oil, he coughed and spluttered stood and wiped off what he could quickly and pulled a pen light from his vest shouting back to Alverez “I'll be back with help just hang on!” he clicked on the light and began to run though the foul liquid slipping and falling several times in his haste. It was not long before he reached a large open room with a narrow walkway around the edge, the floor a large hole where the river of waste flowed presumably into a sewer or water treatment system. Gray's mind working to keep him from panicking telling him that this would have been where the old air conditioner units would have been housed as he spotted a ladder bolted to the wall. Carefully moving to it, the grating of the platform and his boots slick with the oily substance of the tunnel forcing him to go slowly. He reached the ladder his second problem announced itself painfully as he reached up to grab a wrung. His arm flared with pain and he screamed though his clenched teeth the burning pain throbbing though his arm as he tried to catch his breath his head spinning. Gray has forgotten about his wounded arm mostly thanks to the adrenaline that had flooded him at the sounds of the screams. Once his vision settled, he looked up he could see the hatch in the gloom above not forty feet up but in his condition getting to it would seem like climbing Everest. Not that he had much choice at this point he tucked the torch into a loop on his vest and began to climb. The process was painful but simple he would use his good arm and legs to move up a wrung then slip his injured arm though to brace himself and then repeat. Even with this method he was in constant agony and almost fell more than once over the course of the climb the searing pain becoming almost too much, but after a while he reached the top his good arm reaching up and feeling for the release handle and freedom. The scream of agony that echoed down the tunnel and around the room made Gray wince as he pushed the hatch up his friends screams continued and made his blood run cold, he had to get help but he knew it was already too late for them as he pulled himself up and out of the darkness of the pit into the night air, The thing had them now. he wiggled free and lay on his back taking a moment to breath in the cool air and let his now burning arm stop throbbing. The pain seeming to travel though his whole arm now in waves of heat. He rose Shakely from the ground and made his way around the building intent on getting to the van and calling for help. only to stop and press himself against the concrete and steel of the building, bright light cutting into the night from the front of the building. Be he knew they were supposed to be alone the mission quite to prevent the media getting wind of the labs true purpose. he kept to the shadows and moved up his training taking over to see a number of men in black uniforms cordoning the place off. As he watched bewildered at the scene, a man in a black suite stepped into view talking on his phone gray pulled back further in to the shadows as the man stopped by the concrete and steel pillar, he was using to hide behind oblivious of the blond techie. The voice was southern, the drawl and twang reminding him of his husband Jason when he got drunk and his accent would bleed though “we’ve sealed off the building” a brief pause and the sound of a cigarette being lit “yeah their in there alright just as planed ain’t no way out once lockdown sets in” the man took a few puffs of the cigarette and continued “I hope this test was worth it them were some good men” the sound of the cigarette hitting the floor and a shoe scuffing it out and the sound of the man in the suite walking away his voice being drowned out “i know I know …....” Gray was shocked had they been set up, been a test run for that thing to what … see if it could take out military trained personnel. His stomach sank as it all made sense a creature who could be dropped behind enemy lines and disable … no not just disable but turn enemy combatants into more of it. Gray swallowed and realized he had to get out of there if they found him, they would likely kill him for knowing too much. Unless he changed the personal files for the mission to say he was absent for some reason then work to expose this ... this horror show. He stood and still in shadows waited until he had a clear run to the van all its doors open presumably searched to ensure no information had been taken out of the building. Gray slipped past the guards, they were facing the elevators to the labs not outwards and also on low alert. After all he and his team were trapped down there with no way out so why patrol the area again if no one could escape. Gray stayed low and spotted what he was looking for his messenger bag under the passenger seat he was glad there such had been sloppy enough to leave it, again they had no reason to believe they would be back, his civilian cloths and spare tablet were nestled inside safe and sound. He winced as he moved away from the Gentech building and its sculped landscape using the shadows as cover. His whole arm still burning and the scratches on his legs now hurting too but he had a plan. It was about an hour of walking the streets of the nearby town, getting close to early morning before Gray found what he was looking for the generic twenty-four-hour franchise gym coming into view. He sighed with relief as he moved up the sliding doors allowing him access to the bight and clean anti chamber. He pretended to rummage in his bag looking for his access card as a young man in his late twenties walked in looking the deshelled, beaten and filthy Gray up and down with a raised an eyebrow “you okay Dude?” his voice carrying obvious concern Gray looked up and smiled taking in the young man properly, close cropped ginger hair with a spray of freckles across his handsome pale face framing his sparkling almost golden eyes. he was only a little taller than Gray at 5;10 his cloths hiding what Gray knew would be a gym sculpted master piece. “yeah man sorry lost my card in my bag” Gray nodded to the card reader and tried to look awkward and apologetic. The young man chuckled and nodded at Gray “what's up with your get up dude you look like you like you have been wrestling gatters or something” Gray inwardly smiled he had been ready for this “yeah just got off set of a zombie movie there shooting in some disused factories not far from here and the portable showers had a que thought I would just head here instead” The man's eyes lit up and he almost bounced with excitement “no way dude … I freaking love zombie movies” he swiped his card and ushered Gray into the Gym “I've seen them all dude, kind of always route for the zombies you know" he flashed a dazzling smile “Your gonna have to tell me about it if you have the time” Gray nodded and thanked him as they walked into the deserted gym only the two of them being in the place at this ungodly hour. they split the ginger man heading to the weights and Gray heading for the Locker room with the aim of trying and look more human and less zombie so he could get home and think of a plan. Gray couldn't help but notice the man's eyes linger on him as he walked away, he inwardly shrugged the guy was a zombie nerd and would want to know about this fake film. Gray stripped and stood naked In front of the mirror seeing how bad he looked for the first time. Black oily filth covered him looking almost like he had swam though oil and tried to wipe it off, with streaks where his sweat had run down in rivulets. it did however cause his muscles to look more defined he thought absently. His hair matted and limp more black than blond was plastered to his head, still damp with sweat. His eyes looked to the small hole in his arm no longer seeping blood but the area looked red, sore and inflamed the blood dried there darker than Gray would have expected. The tiny cuts on his legs from the grate were the same he sighed no only had the wounds gotten infected but it looked like he was very dehydrated he could fix that downing a gator aid from his bag and noticing it tasted terrible. He limped slowly under a shower head and turned on the water hot enough to feel it stung as it hit him but he sighed as the shower slowly unknotted his muscles washed away the filth of the last few hours of hell, if only it could wash away the memories, he saw Alverez face flash in his mind for a moment and felt the guilt of leaving him to face the monsters alone but not knowing how to help him then or now. he was only a few minutes into his shower when her heard the Locker room door open and soon after feet rounding the corner the ginger man now naked and taking a shower head close to Gray despite the large shower room being empty. The man taking in Grays body and giving him nervous glances like Gray might bite him, or Gray inwardly sighed beat him up being gay. Gray’s eyes wondered over the Adonis next to him too, his creamy white skin dusted in freckles and golden ginger hairs in all the right places on his sculpted chest and abs forming a treasure trail down to a cock no bigger than five inches nestled in a small patch of pubic hair with a pair of nice large balls, then a perfect ass and sculpted legs with golden hair thick across them both. The man smiled and Gray gulped his body feeling to warm his heart racing at the sight of this man’s body, his mind screaming at him to take him right there in the shower to fuck him mercilessly until you erupted in that perfect ass. Gray fought back against the urge not knowing where it was coming from but it was hard almost like he was fighting and instinct. The man spoke this time seeming quite shy seeing Grays eyes take him in “I'm Conner” he chuckled “you know it’s a stupid thing but I've always found zombies to be super sexy” and “um you in that get up kind of ummm well” Gray almost chocked as Conner’s shaking fingers reached out to brush his "I..I'm Gray ...I...” he tried to say I'm sorry I'm married to the man who was obviously new to cruising. but something inside made his fingers intertwin with Conner's and the pale man's breath seemed to catch and he stepped forward awkwardly. Grays hand went up to his neck and pulled conner into a kiss something else taking control now something dominant. their lips met under the water spray delicate at first then more forceful more needing. as Gray twisted and pushed Conner against the tiled wall suddenly taken by the forceful need to fuck this man. Conner grunted as his back hit the tiled surface but he looked into Grays eyes as the man moved into to kiss him again. They were so dark almost black Conner thought as Grays lips touched his and the man's tongue invaded his mouth taking away all thought for a moment as both their tongues war for dominance. Gray pulled back first and slowly moved down Conner's chest and abs kissing all the way down water cascading off their bodies. Gray found the man's cock rock hard and twitching as his mouth wrapped the head as his tongue swirling around the swollen gland and it tasting better than anything he had ever tasted before. Conner moaned as his cock slid down Grays throat his hands entwined in the blond hair down to the pitch-black roots using it to force his cock further down the man throat as he let whimpered and cries or pleasure. Grays throat and tongue massaged and flicked the member getting the ginger Adonis moaning louder, bucking and writhing taking him to the brink. pre cum flowing into Grays mouth and onto his tongue like divine nectar, Conner eyes closed muttering and moaning his enjoyment hands roaming over Gray’s body caught the hole in his arm, Gray shot back the still twitching dick forgotten, he let out a hiss of pain as he stood turning off the shower. The ginger man looking horrified “I'm so sorry dude I didn’t mean to hurt you are you okay I'm …" Gray put a finger to the Conner’s lips cutting off the man's apologies and taking the young man's arm led him to the benches in the main locker room “it's fine just got hurt on set today” the lie falling from his lips quickly the need to continue and to fuck this virile young man all-consuming all thoughts of his husband gone of anything but sex gone. “now where were me” gray said as he lay the ginger man down on a bench as he knelt on the floor sliding between Conner’s creamy muscular thighs Conner gulped and looked into Gray's dark eyes “oh yeah ummmm I know it sounds strange …. but can you pretend you're still a zombie it's like a fantasy of mine ...like I know its freaky but ….” the words spilling from his lips in a rush and he winced expecting Gray to have pulled away in disgust. Gray on the floor pushing Conner's legs onto his shoulders and nodded cutting the man's frantic talking off again as he started to lick and nip on man's inner thighs, Conner closed his eyes and let out a small whimper as greys tongue began to explore his ass. Needing to fuck this man, he would do anything so Gray let out the best rasping moan be could as his tongue flicked the tight hole and slowly worked its way inside before pulling out and pushing a finger in ever so slightly, he them went back in with his whole mouth taking a moment to moan again and let his teeth graze the sensitive skin near Conner's quivering hole in a delicate bite, Conner moaned “oh no please don’t .. how could I let this happen … no don’t bite me” Grey lapped at and probed the shaking man's tight hole a little more before he bit him again, this time on the meat of his left cheek hard enough to leave a mark and caused the man thighs to close tight on his head from the spasm of pleasure “oh god what are you doing get off me … no your monster … you can't” his voice moaned out in pleasure Gray started moving up the man's body now kissing and biting as he went each time conner would whimper in pleasure his eyes still closed imagining Gray as a zombie about to devour and turn him. his breath caught coming out in small gasps of pleasure as grey stopped to play with his delicate nipples his tongue dancing over then as he nipped them and teased them with his teeth. then there were the ginger caverns of his armpit's musky from the work out the smell making Gray’s cock twitch and leak as he buried his face into each snuffling and try to lick every drop of sweat, this new sensation caused Conner's voice catch mid moan the man now bent almost in two and pushed backwards on the bench “what are you …oh fuck that feels amazing .. Oh, fuck you're eating my pits fuck!” Grays cock now hard as iron and leaking was on target for the man's perfect hole still slick with saliva as Grey got to Conner’s neck he licked it and Conner Moaned in pleasure “no please don’t I don’t want to die” Gray simply let out another raspy moan and bit down hard enough to make Conner gasp and his legs to spasm off Grays shoulders. Conner's hips slammed down causing him to impaled himself on Grays cock he let out a shout of pain at the speed and force of entry, Gray felt his head and most of his cock slide into Conner's velvety tube as it spasmed gripping and squeezing the invading shaft. He knew an experienced bottom himself that the man's ass would be torn at least from that possibly worse. Gray let out his own moan of pleasure and leaned down to hold the man not moving in any further letting him adjust to the invader. He just licked and nipped on Conner's ear letting out his best zombie moan. This seemed to settle Conner who wrapped his legs around Gray’s waist rocking slowly Gray took the message and started to fuck the ginger man who was muttering “oh god don’t cum in me … oh god I will be infected oh fuck” his arms around Grays neck his eyes still closed. Gray pulled the man back onto his lap now still impaled on his steel hard dick his thrusts hitting deeper into Conner who was now just moaning unable form thought or speech as he used his legs to help Gray thrust deeper as Gray continued to kiss and bite his neck. Gray’s speed increased he and conner moaning in joint pleasure not long before he felt his cock begin to swell “I'm gone cum in you human I'm going to turn you” he moaned still trying to stay in character for the ginger man. “oh fuck man... do it, curse me …. make me like you I need it … oh fuck you feel so good no dude has ever felt like this before” Conner managed to moan out as he felt Gray pulled him right down to his cock’s root pushing past Conner's second ring. Gray screamed in pleasure as his cock started to pulse over and over rope after rope of cum filling the ginger Adonis up. Conner could feel the pulsing deep inside himself men had cum in him before but this felt strange its like he was tingling all over but it also felt amazing, Conner moaned out in ecstasy his hand dropped to his own forgotten steel hard cock Grays cum somehow making him hornyer than he had ever been before. Conner let go of Gray and lay down on the bench his hand waking his cock with furious speed as he wiggled that muscular ass up and down on Grays hard dick still deep inside him “keep fucking me … please keep ...oh fuck I'm close … I'm so close” Gray started to fuck the Conner again as he fucked himself on Grays dick. He wanked faster biting his lip eyes still closed, until he slammed his ass down on Grays cock again pushing the man's dick past his second ring and let out his own orgasm scream “OH FUCK IM CUMMING!!!!!!” and his cock exploded over his chest and face, Gray moved fast to get his mouth around spitting organ sucking greedily Conner whimpering as his sensitive member was milked for every last drop. Gray realized the burning feeling in his body was returning as he continued to suck the man's dick dry before licking up the rest of the pure cum from the man's chest and face they kissed then long and passionately both trying to catch their breath, Grays cock still in Conner’s ass as they held each other for a time Conner was the first to speak “fuck man that was amazing your just … fuck I don’t even know” as Gray began to pull out of him and stand. Gray just chuckled going a little red and pulled on a long-sleeved shirt and joggers “Yeah that was definitely something else” then he remembered he was married and the guilt started to set in unsure of why he just cheated on Jason he looked away from the naked Adonis laying on the bench with shame on his face. Conner seemed to pick up on the emotion as he started to speak quickly "hay I hope the zombie thing didn’t freak you out or something … it's just you get weird fantasies watching movies you know?” Conner said as he sat up looking shy and everywhere but at Gray “and don’t worry you came in me I'm on prep you know … just in case something like this happened …. not that it happens a lot” the words spilling from his lips in a torrent the ginger man quickly pulled on his cloths. Gray pulled on his sneakers and turned to tell the man there was nothing to be embarrassed about but Conner had raced from the room leaving only his contact info on a slip of paper Gray picked it up with a pang of guilt and slipped it into his pocket before heading out to find a ride home.

A company, that is in the business of serving communication data between a wide range of disparate users, faces certain costs related to outside forces that wish to regulate the communications that take place between the users whom are its reason for existing. It is a business, not a charity. Compliance with law is not optional, and although the degree to which activity on a site may infringe on law may be questionable, actual penalty at law is not the greatest risk - the cost of defending against lawsuit is more likely to take down a site than direct governmental action. Therefore, what sites are faced with, and reacting to, is the difficulty of having enough capital to defend against legal assault against their way of doing business. Those costs are therefore a cost of doing business, but rather than trying to find ways to address the issue directly, it appears that some of these companies are instead turning against their own customer base to try to meet technical compliance with the law. Remember, these companies are in the business of facilitating communication between individuals, and specifically, salacious communication between individuals in pursuit of intimate contact. Don't bother sugar-coating it. A chocolate-covered turd still has the same filling. They can lop off perfectly good words from the English language all day until we can't even form sentences, and it still won't change the fact that the message we're sending to each other is "I'm horny and I want to ass-fuck". Or, regrettably, "I want to get high, where can I find some [substance]?" (More on this in a moment.) So essentially, these companies are doing their damnedest to find ways to prevent their userbase - their reason for existing - from communicating the very thing they want to communicate using the words designated for that communication. And as soon as new words are substituted, they'll prevent those, too. Whack. A. Mole. The result? The companies cease to serve the function that they were created to serve. Their customers - their userbase - becomes increasingly disaffected and, finding that the service makes it harder rather than easier to find fuck, abandons it and looks elsewhere. Are the companies doing themselves a service by adopting content censorship policies? You tell me. More and more, apps will not allow profile pics that are not fully clothed and above the waist, with no hint of sexuality. When the apps force us all to wrap ourselves up in brown paper and mutter bland lines to each other, they're done. So simply saying that 'hey, it's the data management/data protection environment, that's what we've got' is only acceptable if you're willing to live with being told what you can say, where and when you can say it, and to whom, by people whose values may be completely different from your own. That's the environment we're faced with, and it must be resisted. Restistance starts at home, by the way, motherfuckers. Last night out of the blue, I got a hit on Growlr. I wasn't even online. Some dude under the handle 'Idontknow' send me the following message: "Get me high" I replied that he must have sent his message to the wrong person because I had nothing to do with any substance that would get him high, and couldn't help him with that. He replied with "Then change your name, you dumb shit. Wired. God, stupid people annoy me. Don't message me back. Go ahead and report me to the app authorities. I dare you." I blocked him. I wasn't going to waste my time explaining that I have been using ErosWired ('wired' meaning 'electronically connected') considerably longer than the drug culture's current exploitation of the word, and that just because he used it to mean something doesn't mean that everybody else on the planet has to suddenly accept his new meaning. Except, I probably fucking do, because men are probably totally misjudging me out there and assuming I'm into drugs just by my username when I'm sober as a judge and always have been. So this fuckery with twisting perfectly good words into smutty pretzels that can't be used in public anymore? Cut that shit out. Don't speak in code; don't speak quietly; speak in VERY LOUD VOICES and SPEAK WITH YOUR VOTE to change the draconian environment that has landed us with FOSTA/SESTA and all the rest of the Thought Police. Check to see how your representatives voted on these things, and if they went the wrong way, vote them out. Until this off-with-their-heads environment is ended, the technology companies are going to be playing defense, likely at the expense of civil liberties, because it may be our voices, but it's their medium and they're not taking the rap for our smack-talking. Don't expect them to save us. But by the same token, if they're going to go out of their way to dick me over, they can't expect any loyalty from me either. I haven't been back to BBRTS in months. They had the audacity to send a note this week to my eros.wired@gmail address saying "We've missed you". Yeah. I'll bet. And you'll keep on missing that subscription that you are never getting again.

as promised part 7 hope you like been working on it a while ....... part 8 may be a little while enjoy Part 7 Nate and Nick watched the others leave before grabbing their gear Nick spoke first “I didn’t tell him what Alverez said that thing did to Jackson … I'm kind of hoping that was his imagination” he looked up at Nate the muscular man shaking his head as he pulled the straps on his vest tight securing it over his jacket despite the heat. “Nick, I think Alverez was telling the truth and that means when we find Jackson, he will likely need medical attention and a quick evac if we can subdue or kill the think that got him we avenge our brother for what was done to him …... but Jackson comes first at this point the rest of the mission is scrubbed” Nate's eyes were cold as ice “and when I get out of this hell hole, I'm going to find out why we were really sent down here” Nick picked up his weapons and checked his gear before nodding “yes sir” they moved out of the lab that had served as temporary base camp and jogged down the corridors not looking back. they followed the directions Alverez had given using the lead virologists card key it only took them 15 mins to get to where Jackson had disappeared. His cloths scattered in the same pattern and a thick pool of the black oily substance staining the carpet Nate scowled “Jackson I'm going to find you buddy”. Nick pointed at a droplet trail leading from the room and Nate nodded and they followed the trail the beams from there barrel mounted touches lighting up the gloom cast by the emergency lights they carried on like this for a while before the trail slowed then stopped altogether Nate cursed “well I knew that was too easy so now we do an old fashioned search” Nicks flashlight lit up the door of what looked like a sub-basement “if this was a horror movie sir it would be down there” Nate chuckled the sound deep in his chest “if this was a horror movie, I would say your right so let's indulge our horror stereotypes and go into the monsters lair” they opened the door and found a ladder leading down they climbed down an access ladder the metallic ringing of the rungs echoing though the darkness of the underground tunnels sounding like a lunch bell Nick thought. the corridor down here was wide but with the walls and ceiling covered with pipes it felt cramped, the humidity spiked and both men began to visibly sweat down here red lights and green lights pulsed on panels all of which meant nothing to the two men but cast a strange dance of shadows into the gloom. Only 30 meters into the tunnel they came upon a cross section and realised the tunnels down here were likely more of a maze than upstairs Nate heard something hit the floor in an adjoining tunnel and gestured for Nick to follow him, they crept up silent backs against the wall Nate peered around the corner and something grabbed him throwing him across the tunnel he only made out a flash of grey skin and green light before he slammed into the opposite wall his head hit a steam pipe hard and he slumped to the ground dazed. He heard Nick shout “get the fuck off me” before the deafening reports of a gun stole his hearing. Nate lay there his vision swimming his hearing coming back slowly, he pushed himself up and squinted at the scene playing out In front of him as his vision focused, he could see Nick naked now his cloths torn away and strewn around the tunnel and two muscular tall gray creatures' black veins pulsing with a toxic green light. the teller of the two stood behind Nick its arm raised high long-fingered hand holding both nicks hands above his head his feet barley able to touch the floor. the creatures other hand caressing the young black man's stomach while it licked his face, ear and neck in slow sinuous motions. The other creature was on its knees greedily sucking on Nicks rock hard member taking the 8 inches downs its throat with little effort, its hands playing with the boy's stiff nipples causing Nick to buck and jerk. Nate looked at Nick himself, his Nick the boy he had known since they were a child and promised to protect now a grown man naked at the hands of these monsters his eyes rolled back in his head moaning like a bitch in heat sweat dripping from him. Nate lifted his weight and tried to get to the gun that had swung around to his back but his movement alerted the two creatures, the larger nodded at the prone man and the smaller let out a keening moan before letting Nicks throbbing cock fall from its hungry maw, the cock twitched in the air causing Nick to let out a whimper of his own. the smaller creature turned quickly and advanced on Nate who stared frozen in shock at Jackson's new perfect form the slate gray skin, coal black hair and eyes his new larger muscular physic, the spiderweb of toxic looking veins and the massive throbbing member that stood to attention obscenely big against the man's form. It was only a moment of shock but it was enough for Jackson to dive on him they wrestled on the floor Jackson's lithe musky form all over him and he was too strong Nate couldn't hold him off, Jackson slipped behind him his arms locking across Nate's chest and throat his legs warped around Nate's waist heels pushing into his calves “Jackson don’t do this.... is me Nate ahhhh” Nate screamed as Jackson's grip increased for a moment letting the once bigger man know he was beaten. Nate could feel Jackson's steel hard cock pushed against his back the man's hot breath on his neck, one of Jackson's arms across his chest locked him in place it was like being wrapped by an iron bar the other hand under his chin forcing him to watch Nick being toyed with. Nick had fallen back into the larger creature's arms like a puppet with its strings cut he only whimpered and moaned as the creature's ministrations, one of nicks arms was behind the things neck the creatures face was buried in the man's arm pit licking and sniffing up the pure scent of him, its meant its hands were free to wonder over his fit young body the left hand stopped to play with Nicks nipples tugging and teasing them expertly causing the man to buck and thrust forward. while the fingers of its right hand slid down his tight abs brushing past his dick to explored his muscular ass, its slick finger slipping into the Nicks quivering hole causing him to let out a low guttural moan of pleasure the creature let out a dark chuckle one finger became two then three milking the man's prostate Nick bucked and howled with pleasure, Nate was forced to watch on in horror. As the slow destruction of Nick continued In front of him Nate felt the pressure on his chest disappear as Jackson's arm pulled away, his nimble fingers now pulling at the straps holding Nate's vest in place. Nate bucked trying to dislodge his once friend, but the hand on his chin slipped down to his throat and tightened the muscular man stopped struggling as his air was cut off and let his vest be pulled away still squeezing Jackson stood pulling his toy with him Nate hands moving to the man's tight fingers trying to pull them away from his throat but only scrabbling uselessly against the grip. While he was distracted Jackson unzipped the jacket and pulled Nate's hands were briefly pulled away from there desperate mission to remove the fingers and get air. The T-shirt was next shredded as Jackson pulled the tight material away exposing Nate's gym honed muscles, his huge arms and pecs now covered in a shine of sweat drops of it running down his abs Jackson smiled wiping a finger from his free hand along his friends' body and tasting him as if he was a fine wine he shuddered with pleasure. his hand whipped to the to the fatigues tearing them away in almost a frenzy his fingers stopped over the briefs for a second caressing the prize they hid straining beneath there fabric gently before they too were torn away. Nate stood gasping for air as Jackson admired what would be his first creation, he liked what he saw and knew his toxic gift would find a good host in Nate. Jackson let go of his soon to be victims throat and Nate dropped to the floor at Jackson's feet coughing and gasping for breath. Jackson his grey fingers caressing nates muscular flesh from his shoulder blades to his rock-solid ass Jackson's finger found his tight pucker he used the sweat as lube to push a finger inside Nate whimpered and tried to crawl away Jackson just smiled. he looked over at his creator who was still playing with Nick but could tell the creature was getting impatient it wanted to breed the young man to pass on its toxic gift its veins were pulsing faster. Jackson bent down and picked up Nate under the arms the man's struggles were weak and futile now he was accepting his fate. He made Nate watch as his creator slowly raised Nick up and positioned him over its steel hard massive cock the tip aimed directly for the man's now puffy raw hole as it lowered Nick down towards his salvation Jackson could hear Nate almost crying, “no please not him … please no … please.” As the tip started to penetrate Nicks eyes cleared, he began to struggle with the pain of something that big pushing into him he reached out to Nate desperately his arms flailing and mouthed the words “help me” there was almost an audible pop as the head slipped inside Nick jerked and screamed but the creature did not stop it continued to slide him down Nicks screams became a moan first of pain then pleasure as the toxic pre cum started to seep into his wounds easing the transition. Jackson pushed Nate towards what he knew was practically the man's son, his hand on the back of the muscular man's neck but Nate just stumbled forward in a daze all fight gone as he watched Nick get brutality fucked by this creature the veins seemed to pulse toxic light in time with his own racing heartbeat. Jackson picked the man up under his arms and pushed him ageist Nick’s writhing form looking into his ward's eyes. Nate knew what would happen next, he felt Jackson's massive cock probing his hole as his feet dangled above the floor he didn’t even try to struggle and then the pressure as he began to force it in, it was far too big for Nate's Virgin hole but Jackson did not care he was caught in a breeding frenzy and pushed in hard, Nate felt something tear and a white hot pain as he Jackson slipped a good 5 inched into him but he held back the scream he would not give the creature the pleasure of his pain he simply sobbed resting his head on Nicks shoulder and he felt Jackson slip into him inch by inch the pain subsiding as he knew the poison was entering his blood stream Then he felt Jackson begin to fuck him in earnest the pain was blinding at first as he tried to hold on to Nick, but it subsided and became pleasure. He tried to stop himself but he began to moan then the words just slipped out like a torrent. “Oh fuck Jackson breed me please … oh fuck it's too much … oh fuck OH FUCK make me like you!!” Jackson just chucked darkly and fucked him deeper knowing the venom was brewing in his balls and Nate would soon get his wish. The two creatures pushed closer together fucking their victims at the same pace but that pace was building, Nick and Nate were forced to embrace for stability their bodies pushed together they kissed moaning into each other's mouths, both men could feel themselves slipping away losing themselves in the pleasure, both men's dicks now solid trapped between the two men's writhing stomachs the friction from the Abs and pleasure was too much for Nate who screamed as his orgasm ripped through him causing him to shake and twitch as he spraying his last negative load over his and Nicks chest. Nick followed suite shortly after the feel of cum on his cock too much for his mind to take and he to erupted between them rope after rope of negative cum sprayed their bodies painting them in white. The smell of the pure cum sent the creatures into a new frenzy as they picked up speed both Nate and Nick felt the cocks in them get harder as the pounding increased and then both creatures let out a howl of pure pleasure both men were pulled down balls deep in the rods impaling them firmly in place as felt the creatures flood them with their corrupted toxic cum it burned though them like a forest fire Nate simply falling limp him mind unable to take the bombardment of stimuli. Nicks eyes went wide as he felt rope after rope of toxic cum pulsing and burning deep inside himself Changing him …. then everything was still and quiet. the creator pulled him slowly off its shrinking cock and Nick let out a whimper feeling so empty. he watched as Jackson do the same with Nate he watched as the oily black toxic cum he could feel leaking from his own destroyed ass slid from Nate's ass too it was streaked with crimson, somewhere in his mind he knew that should worry him .. he watched Jackson lick the negative pure cum from off Nate's chest and stomach before cleaning the unconscious man's dick Jackson seemed to glow brighter as he did seem to get bigger. Nick watched his creator do the same to him, he moaning at its sensual touch all force now gone and it too glowed and seemed to become more. Nick looked back at Nate his skin starting to go slate grey and the veins moving across his body Jackson was curled around him stroking the muscular man's hair making a soft keening noise. Nick could feel things fading from his mind complex cares and thoughts slipping away as `he felt his creator curl around him its arms holding him tight safe and secure so Nick gave into the corruption and let the darkness take him.

PA.

I wouldn't call it "molested." I call it "mentored"...and it was the best thing that ever happened to me! Even as a preteen, I instinctively knew I liked men (not even boys my own age), although I would have been unable to articulate my growing homosexuality at that point. I just knew i was strongly attracted to men, especially much older men. Then, at the dawn of my teen years, I began to overhear the whispered behind the hand stories that my dirtier-minded classmates giggled derisively at...the ones about "those" males...the guys who actually enjoyed sex with other men...the "queers," "faggots" and "cocksuckers." Strangely, hearing about these faggots excited me and made my young cock hard and, before long, I found myself longing to join their ranks! I became increasingly fascinated by men's cocks and really desiring to suck and lick and kiss a Cock. I knew how much pleasure I experienced when I masturbated and climaxed and thought of what a thrill it must be to give that kind of pleasure to another man! In a very short time, I found myself eagerly desiring to actually become a cocksucker and a pleasure-giver for men! So, when an elderly neighbor lady's sixty-something brother came to stay for a summer to help his sister in her convalescence after surgery, he recruited me to do yard work. It was long before we discovered that our homosexual desires were mutual and we became lovers! I gave myself completely to him with absolutely delighted abandon, and 1968 became my own personal "summer of love!" And our utterly passionate and uninhibited lovemaking was pleasure beyond my wildest fantasies! And, when he began sharing me with his mature, very horny friends, well...I just became the eager cock-hungry cumslut I had always dreamed of being! And I am grateful to those wonderful lovers to this day! ?

I actually was. my old man was involved with NAMBLA and I was daddy's cumdump for years along with a couple uncles and my God father- and some other neighborhood dudes. mostly Marine buddies my dad drank with. When He died, My mom sent me to a boarding schools which was 90/10 boys. being on the small side I was the cumdump for the older Boys and a few staff members got my first taste of Pain Piss and farm sex there too. And.. i was and alter boy so I was taking Raw catholic priest cock till i hit puberty. -early. - then it was my turn to fuck. here it is 30 -odd year later, i'm not even 40 and i'm a fucking pig. and i'm hard thinking about it. I was scared and really fucked up back then but OINK.. I sure do miss the old days. -especially when I was a teenager and could just grab an man's crotch and get him to feed me.