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I had been going through a dry spell for several weeks. Every guy who hit me up online was unable to host, and my parents had just moved in with me so I could help my mother care for my ailing father. At last, some luck. A message popped up on Grindr. I opened it to find a pic of one of the most amazing cocks I had ever seen. About 9 inches cut, thick, a little veiny. Gorgeous. I wasted no time in replying to the sender. Turned out he was visiting on business - and had a hotel room he wanted to put to good use. We exchanged a few more emails and then he invited me to join him in his room. Excitedly I jumped in the shower and cleaned out (my parents have their own private bathroom so I didn't have to disconnect my shower wand attachment). I tucked a small bottle of lube and my little brown bottle in my pocket and, making some feeble excuse about needing to run out, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. The drive across town to the hotel was not long, but it seemed to take forever. I felt myself becoming increasingly horny the closer I got. I just had to feel that cock sliding into me, stretching my sphincter. Pulling into the parking lot, I found a spot near the entrance and messaged that I had arrived. I took a quick hit from my little brown bottle as I waited for his response. I didn't have to wait long. "610," he wrote. I jumped out of my car and headed for the hotel entrance. I hurried past the front desk, absently nodding at the clerk who acknowledged me as I walked in. An elevator was waiting; I got in and pressed "6," and as soon as the doors closed I took another huff. Why was I so nervous? The elevator glided quickly to a stop at the 6th floor. I stepped out and Room 610 was directly across from the elevator. I took another huff as I approached the door, then knocked softly. It opened to reveal a darkened room lit only by a sliver of light from the bathroom. My host stood behind the door as I entered, and I noticed that he was already naked - and the silhouette of his cock told me he was already hard as a rock. "Strip and get on the bed," he ordered. "Lay down on your stomach." I shed my shoes and clothes and did as told. I climbed onto the tall, soft bed and positioned myself in the middle, on my stomach, with just my feet hanging over the end of the mattress. It didn't take long before I felt the bed move as he climbed on as well. He spread my cheeks and spit on my hole, rubbing it in with a finger that he then slipped inside me. I squeezed my pucker around the digit to show him what he was in for. He must have liked it - he quickly withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, flicking and darting and penetrating my hole. The waves of pleasure ran through me like little electric shocks. He pulled back, spit on it again, then went back to his lingual assault. He did this a few more times, letting his saliva run down my crack and balls and onto the bed. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt him pull away and then slide his body up mine, his chest hair gliding along my back as he did. Anticipating what was coming, I took a few mighty huffs from my little brown bottle as I felt his breath on my neck. His huge cock was nestled in the valley between my thighs. He spit on his hand and I felt him reach down and position the tip at my now-glistening back door. He hadn't stopped to put on a condom, nor had we discussed condom use before we met. That was just the way I liked it - anonymous and raw. He slid inside me with relative ease, having opened me so well with his tongue. In no time he was in me balls-deep, and I felt the pressure as he squeezed past my second hole. He stayed motionless for a moment to allow my hole to adjust, then slowly began moving his hips up and down and sliding that amazing cock in and out of me. My hole felt stretched and full in the best way possible as he picked up the pace, taking advantage as he felt me relax beneath him. My brown bottle made a few more trips to my nose as he pounded me harder and harder. My head swam with the combination of poppers and endorphins. Then on one of his downward thrusts, he stopped. No explanation, the pounding just stopped! His cock was lodged firmly in my hole, balls-deep. "I'm getting close to cumming," he said. "Before I do, you should know I'm poz. And I'm not on meds." In a fog, my brain tried to compute what he had just said. Try as I might to think logically, the only thought that made any sense was that I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to finish, and I wanted my reward - to feel him pumping his load deep in my guts. Did I care that his load was poz? I finally gave up trying to figure it out. "Keep going," I said after a moment's hesitation. "I want you to cum deep in me. Breed me!" That was all the encouragement he needed. Without another word, the pounding resumed. I took another huff, grateful that the momentary pause seemed to have helped him last longer. After a few more minutes he let out a loud gasp. The pounding stopped and I felt his cock pulsing as he pumped his load deep in my guts - just like I had asked. Spent, he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed. I felt his cock begin to soften inside me, but he made no move to pull out. We stayed in a sweaty tangle for about five minutes, presumably as he regained his strength. At last, he slid off me, and I felt his now limp cock slide out of my hole. As it did it left a trail of cum that dribbled down my balls to mix with the saliva on the sheet beneath me. Before I could get up, he had maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on the pillows, his cock positioned in front of my mouth. "Clean me off," he ordered. I was only too happy to! I took his shaft in my mouth, tasting the mixture of cum and ass. I then ran my tongue along the base of his shaft, cleaning the saliva and cum and ass juices from his balls. Satisfied, he got up. "Get dressed." I slid off the bed, steadying myself as my legs threatened to collapse under me. I sat on the edge of the bed to slide my pants on, then pulled my shirt on and stuck my feet in my shoes. Grabbing my brown bottle, I headed for the door. He didn't follow. "I'm here tomorrow night if you want a repeat," he said as I opened the door. My head was still a bit foggy so I didn't respond. Instead I let the door close behind me and headed for the elevator. Back in my car, I checked my phone. He had messaged me on Grindr: "I meant what I said. 7 pm." Without hesitating, I responded. "I'll be there."

------- Chapter 1.2 - The Closeted Couple & The Cowboy ------- Ric had forgotten how much sex could improve his attitude. The hookup a couple days prior had made even doing laundry on Friday night less of a chore. He sat there waiting for the dryer to finish and when the last person had left the room he fished out his work phone. "Next week pretty open so I can do gig. M or Tu? any time after 4" he typed and sent off to Paul. "cool. Monday@8. send addr Mon" Paul sent back a few minutes later. Ric smiled and knew he'd have plenty of time to prepare after class for the job with Paul. Like last time, he didn't know a lot about the meet, but was excited to do another one with Paul. The one last Spring had turned out really good and with no firm jobs coming from his own ads, it was good to have a chance to make some money. The buzzer went off, telling him his clothes were ready and he collected everything and went back up to his room. A lot of people were milling around when he got off the elevator and he felt everyone was staring at him. Doing laundry on a Friday night told everyone he didn't have a social life and now they had seen the proof. Even his roommate Eddy, the guy who studied unless he was sleeping, had dressed up a little to meet some friends. Ric put all of his clothes away and decided to wander the hall and see what was going on. It didn't take long and he ran into Dan and Scotty standing in the open doorway of a dorm room, obviously drunk. He'd seen them around the floor, always together, but hadn't talked to them since the awkward breakfast. "Guess I need to get a fake ID too" Ric thought to himself. "Hey guys, whatcha up to?" Ric asked. "Hi, just standing around, drinkin n talkin" Dan said. There was a little pause and Dan stared at Ric a moment before he blurted out "You really gay?" Ric chuckled hearing a slur to Dan's words. "As gay as you are drunk. Why?" Ric asked. "Cuz we don't know of any other gay guys on the floor. I'm sick of hearing guys talk about bangin pussy" Scotty said, slurring his words just as bad as his boyfriend. Ric glanced around and didn't see anyone nearby and said "There's a few, based on some of the reactions I've gotten so far. You sure they're not talkin' about guy's pussies? But... I doubt you'd want hear about the guys I've banged this semester" grinning afterwards. "Oh fuck yeah we would! We don't fool around with other guys but it would hot to hear how a stud like you does it" Dan said. "Prepare to be bored. Uh... you got any more of what you're drinking? I haven't gotten buzzed for almost a month and I'd like to get on the same drunk level as you guys" Ric said. Dan turned and slipped into the open door and came back with a six pack with 2 beers missing. Ric looked at the carton and said "Mmm, good stuff. But... you guys got drunk on one beer?" Scotty giggled and said "No, that's our second six pack. Let's go inside so you can tell us all the juicy details." "Uh, maybe" Ric said. Once inside, Dan kicked the door closed. A few seconds later he added "Its a little warm in here, I'm going to take my shirt off. You guys can too, if you want." Soon, they were all shirtless. Dan sat in the corner of the bed and then Scotty sat down in front of him. Dan wrapped his arm around Scotty and kissed the back of his neck while Ric sat at the other end, facing them. The best description of them that Ric could come up with was "nerdy twink". Both had brown hair, Scotty's was short and Dan's shaggy. Dan was trying to grow a goatee, but it was pretty sparse and Scotty was clean shaven. From seeing them in the shower, he knew neither had much body hair except for their bush and pits. Dan was thinner and Scotty had a little bit of muscle on his body and a firm bubble butt. Ric had also saw gotten a glimpse of their average sized cocks. "Fuck, this is so hot being able to do this with someone else around" Scotty said before taking another sip of beer. Ric smiled. "I hope you cuddle like that when you're alone, too. It's good to hold someone close" Ric said. "Yeah, but since we don't share a room, it's hard to find a time when we can" Dan said. "Oh. Do you know when your roommate is coming back?" Ric asked, not wanting someone to surprise them. "Sunday night, so Scotty is staying here until then" Dan said, grinning and obviously excited at spending a lot of time with his boyfriend. "Ah, now the shower bit makes more sense. It wasn't just a shower" Ric said, grinning back at them. He watched both of them blush. A few seconds later, Ric asked "Uh... Where did you get the beer? I'd love to have my own stash." Ric was hoping they knew a place that would sell to freshman. "My brother stopped by earlier with a care package from home. Besides the stuff mom packed, he stopped and got a case of beer and some condoms for us" Dan said, chuckling. "Condoms? Does he know you're gay?" Ric asked. Dan nodded and replied "He's one of the few. He caught me fucking Scotty last year and has been really cool about it, thank god. He didn't say anything to our parents either." "Great, but if you guys only have sex with each other, you don't need condoms. Scotty isn't going to get pregnant" Ric said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sex class told us to always use condoms" Scotty replied. "That's for straight kids. So... you guys never tried it without them?" Ric asked. "Oh god, no. It was drilled in our heads. Always use condoms unless you're trying to start a family" Dan said. "But you're gay. And monogamous. You guys can actually have safe, bare sex. No risk of kids or STDs" Ric said. "Are you sure?" Scotty asked. "Positive" Ric said and then chuckled at his pun. A moment later, he continued "You won't believe how much better it is when you fuck or get fucked raw. And then when the top cums inside, it feels even better." Both Dan and Scotty's eyes were wide open and their jaws were dropped. "See, I told you he knew a lot more than we do about being gay" Scotty said. "I don't know everything. But that's the good part of having gay friends. You share what you know or you learn by doing new things. I had a really good teacher, but I still ask lots of stupid questions" Ric said. Ric could tell the couple were getting a little excited and eager to try out fucking without condoms. "Let me grab another beer and then you guys can have fun barebacking for the first time" Ric said a few seconds later. "No, stay. We haven't heard about all the guys you've met up with and you're really good eye candy" Scotty said. "Can you stand up again? I never get to see a hot, nearly naked guy up close. Just in the locker room or showers here" Dan said. "Have you looked in the mirror? You're both sexy guys. If you weren't together, you both could easily pick up other guys" Ric said, standing back up and feeling like a piece of meat at the butchers. "The tattoos look cool too. I almost missed the lower one, its partly covered by your shorts and body hair" Scotty said. Ric stood and pulled his shorts and the top of the jock down so they could see all of the biohazard tat. "One's sexy and the other looks dangerous" Dan said, gazing up and down Ric's body. "I got the lower one as part of a club initiation. I need to trim my pubes again so it's more visible. My mom hates the upper one, which just makes it more cool to me" Ric explained, chuckling. "What kind of club makes you get a tattoo? A motorcycle club? A gang?" Scotty asked, reaching out and trying to touch the biohazard tattoo and Ric's pubes. Dan slapped his arm, whispering "That's rude!" Ric moved a little closer and said "I don't mind. Uh, it's a special, invitation only club back home. Once you pass the test you can get in. That's about all I can tell you about it." He sat down again, before things went any further. While he'd love to fuck either or both of them, they were just too naive to charge up now. "I bet you have lots of guys hitting on you. You have to be getting a lot of action" Dan said. "Not much. Even the doctor at the clinic was surprised" Ric said. "Clinic?" Scotty asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah, I get tested to make sure I haven't picked up anything. It's one of the risks of hooking up with guys you don't know. But, other than a couple guys on campus and a party a friend of mine had, my sex life has been dead. You guys probably fuck more than I do" Ric said. A grin came over both Dan and Scotty's faces. "Just about every day. We had to find a better time to use the shower, though. That's why we haven't seen you in there too much. Fifteen minutes later and we get the showers to ourselves" Dan said. Ric finished off the beer and smiled, wanting to let them see what sex without condoms was like. "Good to know. This time, I really am going. Have fun and let me know if you like it better bare. I'm sure you will" he said as he stood up and picked up his tee. Ric closed the door behind him and went to the bathroom to piss. Ric stood at the urinal, wondering how one beer could make so much urine, when another guy staggered up and took the spot next to him. "Lotsa new guys on da floor this year but you're the sexiest" the guy slurred out, swaying back and forth as he pissed. Ric chuckled before he checked the guy out. The guy had cowboy written all over him, from the hat down to the tight jeans and boots. He was surprised that the guy would hit on him, but he figured he was one of those guys that was straight until he got drunk and desperate. "Thanks, lookin good yourself" Ric said as he shook off his cock. "Ya really think so?" the guy replied. Ric pulled his shorts up and moved behind the guy, rubbing one hand on his ass and grasped his shoulder with the other. "Mmhmm, this ass feels really nice. Bet it's hungry for some dick, too" Ric whispered into the guy's ear. The guy moaned as his stream slowed before replying "It fuckin is... been way too long since I got fucked good." Ric reached around and wrapped his hand around the guy's cut cock, rubbing the tip with his finger and squeezing the shaft. "Mmm, nice dick too. Have to keep that in mind" Ric said, letting go of the shaft and licking the piss off his finger. "Got your room to yourself tonight?" Ric asked. "Uh... yeah... follow me" the guy said, zipping up his jeans and turning around. Ric was about to back away when the guy groped his cock and squeezed a few times. "Aaahhh, packin too. Nice" the guy said as he walked away. A minute later they were walking into the guy's room at the other end of the hall. Ric checked the nameplate and saw the names "Jack" and "Toby" and wondered which this guy was. A quick second glance and he saw a little bronco sticker next to Jack's name and a soccer ball sticker next to Toby. The lock clicked shut and Jack turned, pulling Ric in close and kissing him. There were a few small lights on in the room, giving a soft glow that allowed them to see each other, but not too bright. They spent a few minutes making out before Ric's hands slid down the cowboy's back, firmly gripping his ass. Jack moaned into the kiss before he reached down and pushed Ric's shorts down. Ric could taste the alcohol in Jack's mouth and felt his body swaying in his arms. Jack's hand slipped into the jockstrap and felt the growing shaft. "Fuck... it's getting bigger" Jack said before he started stroking the shaft. Ric unbuckled Jack's belt and then opened his jeans. They fell down part way and Ric slid his hand inside the back of the his trunks, rubbing along the crack. The moan returned, louder than before until Jack broke the kiss. He took his hat off and set it on the desk and then took his tee off. Ric dropped his shorts, pushed off his jock and set them, along with his shirt, on a chair. Jack laughed a little and said "You're not wasting any time, huh?" "Its just easier for me to strip down" Ric said with a grin. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots off before Ric helped tug his jeans off. When Jack looked up after removing his trunks he was staring right at Ric's still growing cock. "Fuuucckk" Jack groaned as he stared a few more moments before wrapping his hand around, pulling back the foreskin and licking over the head. Now it was Ric's turn to moan. Jack's tongue licked around the now hard shaft, tasting the sweat and lingering remnants of piss. Soon, he was opening his mouth and took the first few inches inside before starting to suck. The more time Jack spent on his cock the more Ric decided his initial thought about Jack's orientation was wrong. Totally wrong. Jack slowly pulled off, letting Ric's cock pop out of his mouth and he slowly looked up to Ric's face for his approval. Ric grinned back at him and Jack scanned back down, pausing just above his cock. With one hand around the base of Ric's dick, the other rubbed over his groin, spending extra time over his pubes. Ric thought he knew what Jack had found, but stayed quiet. Jack resumed sucking for a few more minutes until he let Ric's cock pop out of his mouth again. Jack rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back and presenting his furry ass. Ric smiled back, looking Jack over from his chiseled, scruffy face, over the furry, trimmed chest, pert nipples, wide trail and trimmed pubes that surrounded a very stiff cock. Ric knelt down, swallowing Jack's hard cock and flicking his tongue around the shaft. He let Jack's precum coat his tongue and then pulled off, licking down the shaft and over his balls. Pushing Jack back a little, he licked over his hole a few times before spitting on the pucker and pushing it in with his finger. A long, sexy moan came out of Jack's mouth. After adding a few more gobs of spit, he stood up slightly and pressed his cock to the throbbing hole. He expected to hear Jack ask for a condom at any point, but as his cock pressed in he heard nothing except heavy breathing. A moan accompanied the breach of the outer ring. Ric paused and looked up at Jack, who's eyes were closed and a smile was on his face. A few rocks of his hips plunged the bare cock deeper followed by a few harder pushes. Jack's chute had a nice grip, firm but not too tight, telling Ric that Jack had taken more than a few cocks in his life. A few more deep breaths from Jack let Ric get almost all of his shaft in. Ric pulled back a few inches and drove back in, stopping short an inch and against the inner ring. "That tattoo mean what I think it does?" Jack asked, his eyes still closed and Ric almost rooted in his hole. "Yeah. Want me to stop?" Ric asked. "Ooohhh god... fuck no, I need it bad" Jack replied softly. Ric chuckled to himself and began to plow his cock in and out of Jack's ass, wondering what Jack needed - a cock, a bare cock or a poz bare cock. Jack was one of those verbal bottoms, always muttering "oh fuck" or "fuck yeah" or "oh god" among the grunts and groans and the occasional gasp. Ric always liked bottoms like this. He could tell what the guy liked and when he went too far. The constant tapping at the inner ring eventually let Ric push through and the cry Jack let out was an even mix of pleasure and pain. Ric began to pound him harder and Jack's muttering got louder. Suddenly he felt a thumb rub over his right nipple and it sent shockwaves through his body. His cock couldn't get any harder but it did throb several times. Ric slowed his thrusts but each one got stronger, his cock easily sliding into the slick tunnel. When Ric's breathing got labored, Jack opened up his eyes and stared back at Ric. "Breed me... please... fuckin' breed me" Jack begged. A few more thrusts and Ric felt his cock start to pulse, pumping a large load of cum into Jack's fertile hole. Jack's moan as he felt the warmth fill him up was the loudest yet and Ric hoped the neighbors were gone. There was a puddle of cum on Jack's chest too and once he spotted it, Ric lapped it up. They stood there, each smiling at the other while Ric's cock slowly softened. Eventually, it fell out and Jack let out a whimper, making Ric laugh. "Feeling empty?" Ric asked. "Oh hell yeah. That was fucking awesome. I can't believe I did that... I've never gotten such a rush. My heart was about to leap out of my chest!" Jack said. "Cuz my dick was bare or because I'm poz?" Ric asked. "I usually fuck raw. I've fucked a couple poz guys, but they said they were undetectable. I've never been fucked by one though" Jack replied. "I'm not undetectable" Ric said seriously. He watched Jack's eyes open wide and his jaw drop. "You can hit the clinic to prevent getting infected, but you have to go in the next day or two" Ric said. "Or you could fuck me again to increase the odds. Or is that too weird a thing to ask?" Jack asked. "Nah, not weird. It turned you on, didn't it?" Ric asked, feeling his cock start to stiffen again. "Its not just that you're poz. It's that you know how to fuck. And you're cute. And your dick felt really good inside me" Jack said, his face showing how bad he wanted to get fucked again. "You're damn hot yourself and know how to take dick. You just need to know that if I fuck you again, I'm going to keep fucking you until those balls are filled with my bug" Ric said, leaning in closer to Jack's face. The tip of Ric's cock was resting on the tight pucker and Ric knew that Jack was squeezing his ass tight to keep all of the cum inside. "Uh... you won't fuck me after I'm poz? That's all you want?" Jack asked. "Fuck no, nothing like that. I just want you to know that if we fuck again, I'll keep fucking you and you will get knocked up. And we'll keep fucking even after you're toxic" Ric replied, pressing harder on Jack's hole. A few seconds later, it relaxed and Ric slowly slid back in. Ric felt the warm cum coat his cock as it drove deeper into Jack's gut. Jack gripped his cock a few times and smiled back to Ric. "God, that does feel good inside me" Jack said while Ric slowly drove in and out with long strokes. Ric grinned back, giving a firm thrust and planting every inch inside Jack. "Mmm love to have my dick inside a hot guy who loves to take cock. But... I hope that cock of yours isn't just a decoration" Ric said, resuming his long strokes. Jack laughed. "I usually top, but I saw your dick in the shower a week ago and wanted to know if I could take it" he replied. Ric's thrusts slowly got faster and longer, occasionally breaking through the inner ring and making Jack squirm and gasp. When he began plowing harder, he was bouncing off Jack's firm ass. "Oh yeah, you can take it... no problem there" Ric said breathlessly while trying to delay cumming again. It just felt too good and he wanted to go on longer. Jack chuckled and rubbed his hand over Ric's sweaty chest. His right palm grasped Ric's left pec, pressing hard against the nipple and piercing, driving Ric ever closer to orgasm. Ric shoved in, slamming the bed and Jack's head into the wall. "Gimme that poz load, Ric. You want to knock me up and you can see how bad I want it" Jack growled a second before his other hand twisted Ric's right nip. Ric grunted loudly, planting his cock all the way inside Jack's chute. His body shook with each pulse of his cock, pumping more cum inside Jack's battered hole. When Ric's cock stopped throbbing he looked down at Jack, both of them covered in sweat. "Next time, you're topping me and I get to work you over while you fuck, bastard" Ric said, grinning at him. "Deal. Your ass looked damn good too. I just don't know what I'll be shooting then" Jack replied, breathing heavy. "I don't care if a guy is neg, poz or unknown as long as it's a good fuck" Ric said.

OMG I cant believe I just got barebacked and loaded for the first time. Just met up with a top daddy and got 2 raw loads fucked into me. FINALLY!! It happened.

Exactly, I noticed the same. Even here it’s the difference how people present themselves online and face-to-face. On dating apps I met guys who were fond of meeting to have sex and when we finally met and were supposed to go for the real thing, they were like “Oh it’s not all about sex, there are more important things in life, let’s just get to know each other first and have a coffee and talk!” And I’m like: why are you actually wasting my time?? The options to actually practice fuck'n'free sex (instead of just discussing it out online) where I live is changing, with dying out men only bars with attached dark rooms. I experience more and more loud voices of moralizing gay couples attached to heteronormative lifestyle who shame single gay men who love to live dick driven. It’s also irritating when fellow gay men degrade activities like cruising as something for "second class people", and I get the feeling this criticism is voiced more and more, forgetting that cruising was a refuge for men who needed sex with men in times when it was less accepted or even punishable, and forgetting that cruising is a tradition on its own that supported gay emancipation and helped to keep it alive and reassured many gay men that they are what they are.

It’s also tough for me to fit into one of those categories. In terms of “gay lifestyle”, It is tough for me to get what is actually meant with that. As we see in this thread, many interpret that term differently, as I do, and I agree with every kind of interpretation made so far … I love to frequent happening places (gay resorts, Bathhouses, cruising areas, clubs, bars, Gay organizations which are not connected to sex in the first place) but mostly to meet like-minded men, for the sake of enjoying same activities coming from the same motivation. And I appreciated that gay scene throughout my early years after coming out for being a refuge for someone who grew up in a small village with hardly any fellow gay men to exchange with before, and I’m happy to welcome the younger ones of today the same way as I have been welcomed once when I was young and insecure. But is it a “lifestyle”? It’s rather a part of my life, since my life consists of more than just “gay things”, no matter how much I love them. For me it’s not about having sex for the sake of gay lifestyle (however you would define it)… rather looking out for gay themed events or gatherings for the sake of those, but Having said that, I’m the first one to undo my buckle if I meet anyone at those places who happens to be as horny as I am and would be ready for a fuck, whenever my dick reacts and sex drive awakens. But that could happen at any other place as well, if opportunity arises, no matter what kind of “lifestyle” I’m engaged with. what drives me the most about sex is the sex drive itself, and integrate it into my personal lifestyle. Just like integrating any other primary interests in your life. Having said that, you never know where that leads you to. Because... You and I are on the same page, tallslenderguy. Yes, there is the purely physical (and usually Lust-driven) act, which is a necessary act we are compelled to indulge in. I also believe that there is a deeper, even more satisfying level of exchange beyond merely Breeding. I have experienced it a number of times, and it's real for me. That kind of "mating" is always so very special when it occurs !! True, absolutely. Many encounters remain anonymous, and they still benefit a lot more, as already mentioned here. I love to be used, as some have stated here as well, just with the feature in my case as a top that I love being used as a breeder and cum provider. Sex with various nameless strangers is for me additionally a social connection with like-minded men and it fulfills me to practice that connection through sex. The fulfillment that a bottom provides me, and that I hopefully provide him (it means something to me to leave my encouragement in the shape of my seed in him), and the reassurance that we are what we are, and that we're fuckin' great at that. I’m eating out of it even for days after the encounters and just feel energized. Also by randomly copulating we can be for one another companions with the same goal, brothers in arms, maybe lovers just for the moment, share a taste of those sentiments just for the moment without exchanging a word, just flashes of feelings within that out-of-this-world-moments of intercourse. At the end of the day, it was still just a random fuck, ignited by pure horniness, with someone I'm never to meet again, but even a random fuck with a faceless bottom can have a long lasting effect. And every once in a while a Fuck partner ends up becoming a friend, a long-term buddy or even a lover. So there are various reasons to have sex, but sex drive rules first and i’m dick driven in the first place, keeping in mind that the first fuck with someone can have the potential to be the beginning of a journey with him. Coming back to above, could it seem that certain guys fit into those three categories you’ve listed up since it’s a virtual world, where many people communicate differently than in real life…? at least I’ve understood that you are talking about guys you met here in this forum. I believe some people focus online on certain things much more, like being pozzed or being into drugs. I suppose it would be totally different if you would meet those very same people in real life, where you would recognize many more facets about them.

Part 10 I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver. Mean while, The guy fucking the kids ass was shaking and said he was about to cum. I figured the guys cock would grow to it’s hardest and thickest at this point. My friend looked at me with a devilish grin and grabbed the Kids hips and yanked them back and pushed forward. At the same time I reached over and spread the kids cheeks. I could see the size and thickness of is this cock and it was impressive. At this position I could easily see that even that the root of this cock was trying to split the hole open. Both asses were impaled on pulsing cocks. The kid getting a load and the stranger getting a hot toxic load from my friend. The pulled back and the guy with the thick cock put a mark on the NEG side. I wondered if he realized if he was NEG he might not be after this evening. The guy with the skinny cock pulled out and said it was his turn. I pulled out and went to get the phone to Vid this. My friend beat me to it. He guy pushed his skinny cock into the kids mouth. With e video on his face I asked the kid if he could see the TAT next to the cock in his mouth, He mumbled “ Yes “. I asked him if he knew what that meant. The guy pulled out of his moths and the kid said “ I think it means he is toxic and is HIV+ “. The guys said correct. In this case I am very Toxic, to the point I probably have AIDS. I was teasing the kids ass and cock when the guy asked the kid is he wanted to get knocked up tonight. The kid whimpered “ Yes “. With that the guy went to the Kids ass and push into his sloppy stretched ass. The kid whimpered a little as the rough fucking stared, but soon was moaning like a Saturday night crack whore. My Friend got out his pile and started lighting it up. He offered some to and I took a couple hiits off it. I coughed the last one out, it told my friend “ Damn! This is really strong stuff “ , he asked me if the Kid wanted to try some. I told him to ask. The Kid said he could try. My friend told him to wait then inhale and hold it as long as he could. The kid held it for a few seconds then coughed it out. He took a second hit and this time held it for over a minute. I couldn’t believe that the kid could hold it that long. He told me that when he was n school he was on the swim team but I never put that together until now. The Kids eyes we as black as they could get. The guy fucking him said his ass clenched up a couple times and that it felt great. The kid stated repeating “ Fuck me. Stretch my hole. Rape me “. I knew the kid was converted to a chem whore at that point and soon would be a Toxic Chem Whore. The guy fucking him roared and slammed forward and sot in the Kids ass. He pulled out of the Kids ass and put a line on the POZ side of the ass and put what looked like an A in the middle of it. Others Started to take seconds at either the kids ass. About that time Frank cam in, I knew that was going to be epic when I saw the Huge AIDS filled cock

Because there are some cumdumps who know what they’re doing, and others who not only haven’t got a clue, they haven’t got a clue that they haven’t got a clue. Everybody is a first-timer at some point, of course, and some things you learn as you go. But there’s no reason why a Top should select a prospect whose choice of setup raises the question of whether he has any experience. The Top risks ending up with a bottom who *fantasized* that he could take cock all night only to discover that he was ready to tap out after half an hour. Or a bottom who got a room but didn’t have the experience to know what supplies he needed to bring with him to make an evening successful. Going with a beginner could just as easily mean the Top ends up with a guy who isn’t accustomed to the clean-out necessary for a hard night of cunting, and there could be…complications. The world is overflowing with ass wanting to be fucked, and it’s very much a buyer’s market for the Tops. They have their choice of hole, and there’s no reason they should have to settle for substandard or mediocre service. It never fails but you’ll encounter some bottom online kvetching about how it’s so unfair that he can’t get fucked and that the Tops won’t tap him, and then you find out he’s set himself up on the fifth floor of an expensive hotel with keycard access and interior doors. The idiot’s done it to himself, and doesn’t even realize it. And he’ll be the same guy who talks about how he wants homeless guys to walk in and take him - like all the local hobos are going to be traipsing through the halls of the Ritz-Carlton. A Top is best advised to seek out a cumdump who’s got his act together and knows how to provide hassle-free, high-quality service because he’s taken enough cock to know how and where to do it best. Damn - it has been way too long since I had my ass up in a hotel. I’ve really got to get back on duty.

Well since you brought it up…. I agree 100%. Turns out the “gay rights movement” wasn’t all about liberation or free choice. To many, it was about being accepted by straight society (who will never really accept them). You’d think we’d be at an all time level of sex and piginess. Instead we got a lot of older people bitter about prep so they refuse to be educated fully, and a bunch of youngsters who all think that are 10s because of the Internet. I enjoy coming to this site because it reminds me there are places gay guys can still express my opinions about sex and your experiences freely.

Just enjoyed a totally unexpected, hard, horny and very satisfying fuck. Still working from home part of the time and got messaged by a delivery driver who fucked me a couple of months ago - saying he was in the area and feeling horny if I was free and up for a fuck? He's a really good looking black guy, maybe late 30s, early 40s and I was well up for it. He arrived a short time later and I sucked his cock, licked his balls and got my tongue up his arse to lick his hole. Then he fucked me - pants down over my desk when I should have been working. He started off slow and then speeded up and gave me a really hard fuck before shooting his load into me. He told me he was extra horny as he hadn't cum for about seven days - and judging by the huge load I can feel up my arse - I believe him! Just going into a Zoom meeting with colleagues now, a nice big load of random cum up my arse.

Was hunting for cock this morning. Found a nice guy to come over at lunch. Mid 40’s blue collar guy looking to unload quick. Barely closed the door and he dropped his pants. Got down on my knees and started suck. Definitely a grower. He had a nice, bit above average uncut cock with a lot of pre-cum. Turned me around and bent me over, gave a nice tongue job. Asked if I wanted a rubber and i politely declined. Between the spit and pre he didnt need any lube. Gave me a good hard pounding for 10 minutes and bred me deep. Turned around and cleaned him off, thanked him, and he left. Put a plug in and went back to work. Its great working from home.

My husband really gets off watching / seeing me getting fucked and bred by other men... Sometimes it's the only way for him to get hard... Hey, If that's what it takes, who am I to question... I've never brought home a bull who was into the humiliation aspect, but I did get slightly harder from the bull's comments...

Went back to the East side club today. A short 50+ muscle daddy cruised me and we went to my room. He dropped his towel and I started sucking his above average uncut cock. He started playing with my ass then told me to bend over so he could eat my hole. He began fingering me while eating my hole. He told me to take a deep hit of poppers, and as I did I felt him trying to fist me. I told him I’ve never been fisted and he grabbed me by the throat and said “relax cause I’m not stopping. He kept lubing up his hand as I took deep hits of poppers and eventually he got his fist in my hole. He fisted me for a while then pulled his fist out and started fucking me hard, shoving his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to clean my ass from his hand. Suddenly he pulled out and forced his fist back in my ass. He began alternating fucking and fisting me, till he shit his load deep in me. As I cleaned my ass off his cock, I could taste a mix of cum and blood. No sooner had muscle dad left, than a beefy hairy, hispanic cub came in my room. He didn’t speak, just dropped his towel exposing his rock hard uncut cock. He began skull fucking me hard for a couple of minutes, then abruptly pulled me from my knees, bent me over and shoved his cock up my ass. He pounded me hard and deep, flipping me in different positions. He put me on my back and shoved in deep. He picked up the pace and asked where I wanted his load. I told him to cum in me and he pushed in to the base and shot in me. After a walk around the club, I picked up a short skinny tatted up PR guy. He had a nice average uncut cock. He started with the dirty talk as soon as his cock touched my lips, calling me a whore, asking how many loads I’d taken, asking how his cock tasted. He told me I was an amazing cock sucker, but he wanted to fuck me. Within a minute, he groaned he was cumming, so I thought our fuck was over, but he was no where near finished. 20 minutes later he had pumped 3 more loads into me. he pulled out and made me clean up his cock and pubes. He opened the door to leave, and a tall muscle daddy came in my room. He lied down on my bed and I sucked him hard. His cock was long skinny near the top but tapered to a massive base. He played with my ass while I deepthroated him. He told me my hole felt nice and wet then asked if I wanted another load. He climbed on top and fucked me for about five minutes before unleashing his load in me and leaving. I then met this young Latino with an average cock who only wanted a blow job. I told him I’d blow him if he agreed to shoot on my hole. He agreed and so I sucked him till he told me was ready to cum. I bent over, expecting to feel him shoot on my hole, but them he pushed in my hole and shot inside. A few minutes later, I met another young Hispanic guy with a slightly larger than average cock. He too was only looking for oral, so I blew him till he shot in my mouth. I spit his seed into my hand, then fingered it into my ass. The tall muscle daddy with the tapered cock came by again and asked how man loads did I have in me. I told him I had 9 loads in me. He grabbed me by the throat and said “ get ready for load 10 you slut” as he pushed me to my knees. I sucked him hard, then he had me get on my back and hammered my man cunt. He told me how great my used wet issues felt. He choked me and pounded me till I felt him tense up as he spewed his second load inside me. After a brief rest I went for one more stroll around the club. I ran into this hot hispanic muscle daddy with a furry chest. He told me he’d seen me around and knew that I’d want his cock. With that, he grabbed the back of my head and dropped his towel forcing his massive veiny uncut cock down my throat, holding me there as he pumped his cock in and out of my throat. “You like that cock faggot”’ he said as he pulled all the way out of my mouth, then slamming his cock back down my throat. He made me get into doggy style and started eating my man cunt. He laughed and said “damn whore, I can taste all the loads in your sloppy cunt’” as he shoved his cock in me. He fucked me while choking me, spitting on me, and hitting me. For over an hour he continued his assault on my body. He told me he wanted impregnate me with his seed. I begged him to give me his load, but he told me he wanted to see me cum first, then breed me with his fertile seed. We made out, then I took a big hit of poppers as he shoved his fist in me. After a minute I exploded my cock snot all over his massive rod. He pulled his fist from my ass and forced his fuck stick into my pussy. “You like getting pounded with your cum slut don’t you?” He asked as he held me down and tore my hole apart. He pulled fully out and said “time to knock you up bitch”, then impaled my hole with his cock and bred me. He pulled out and I sucked his cock deep. He continued fucking my throat while telling me I was such a beautiful slut and that my ass was perfect for his babies. I decided to head out after I regained some energy. I got in the elevator and this small muscular Asian man come in after me. As the door closed, he turned and told me that I intimidated him. I asked him what he meant and he said that he was in the room next to me and he wanted to fuck me, but the noises from my room scared him. I giggled and he said I should have gone in your room, but I was terrified of what you were going to do to me. I told him I would have given him head and let him fuck me however he wanted. He said, that’s why it sounded so violent in there. I told him yeah it can be, if you want, as I took his phone and put my number in his phone.

The photo speaks for itself. More please!

The kind of butts that I lust for the most are those that look round like apples… I just love am ass with an athletic round shape. Having said that, my current and greatest aspiration is to fuck anyone without prejudice. In the past I have declined possible options for having sex with several men for various reasons, and sooner or later for one reason or another I did regret that later or due to some strange circumstances we still ended up fucking with each other. I only then I realized, how great the sex was with them, and how stupid I was to reject them before. That’s why I try to live up to the policy of fucking without prejudice. When I’m horny, I’m supposed to fuck and breed, for the sake of having sex in the first place, no matter with whom. And I love the imagination in theory, that every dick could be capable to fuck and breed any hole. Something I appreciated about sexuality was always freedom… The freedom to have sex the way I want with whoever I want. That was part of the process of coming out as gay. When I finally came out, it was tough to realize that it wasn’t the outer world anymore that was cutting off my freedom, but me myself, by being choosy, turning down potential sex partners for superficial reasons. It is legitimate to choose whom you wanna fuck and breed and whom not. But it always bothered me that I didn’t really feel free this way. So sometimes, I feel like testing my freedom and broaden my limits. So often, e.g. when I’m helplessly horny and dick driven and go to the bathhouse or to a dark room, I say to myself I’ll fuck with the very first man who would be ready to offer his hole, no matter what he or what his hole would look like. I hardly regret where I’ve been inside of so far. So coming back to your question: especially in a dark room or in a dark steam room of a bathhouse, those are opportunities that I love to take as a challenge in order to test my freedom and broaden my limits and enjoy the freedom that I thrive. At such places I don’t decide whom to fuck, I just keep in mind that every hole is there to be bred and that’s what my cock is made for and that’s what I am born gay for. I fucked holes that I hadn’t paid much attention to prior simply in order to switch off my brain and prevent it from thinking too much if I find them attractive or not. I focus on my sex drive to let me go ahead. In other words, penetrate before you think too much, and be it the first or next best hole. And it was worth it, since many holes turned out to be perfect fit and great greedy cumdumps that I’m happy to have bred. The simple fact that he has a hole waiting to be filled up with a load and the fact that I have a dick able to provide it. And that both of us are there driven by sex drive and ready - reason enough to be a match. Sometimes, at group sex occasions, or when there are several guys offering their holes in a dark room or a steam room, I just love to have my dick inside of several men, just for the sake of being inside of several random men. I don’t decide in whom to cum, I love to keep on changing fuck partners, and to let my dick shoot when I just cannot take it anymore, no matter into which bottom.

Part 2: The Lionheart A key turning point in Hamish’s life came in 1188, when he was having a good time out of bed (as the body-servant), and a grand old time in bed, with the son of a renowned English duke. So cozy did their relationship become that they even had a schedule worked out: Hamish fucked the duke’s son on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; the young duke-in-training fucked Hamish on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. To be honest, the duke’s son, name of Gilbert, was not terribly well equipped, so his fucking skills were far surpassed by Hamish’s ability with his much larger tool. Even the heir admitted that to be true, but he maintained that he was by far the higher in social status, so he should have top spot on the majority of nights. But when Hamish did get to exert his privilege on those three weeknights, the results were a sight to behold. He could quite easily keep going now for an hour before cumming, and then could blast three huge loads into his partner’s fuckhole in the space of much less than thirty minutes. “Blast” was the appropriate word; the young nobleman could feel each individual shot smacking against his prostate when Hamish fired. By the time he’d shot the third load in, his seed was seeping out all around his cock, and his fucking motions were making squishy, slurpy, smacking sounds. Once he pulled out, there would be a slow-motion torrent of cum out of the gaping ass, and Hamish would alternate on various nights between licking it all up or scooping it onto his dick, pushing it back into the gaping hole, and going for a fourth round. Sooner or later, though, it was inevitable that the duke would catch on, and when he did, Hamish quickly found himself banned from the duke’s lands, and lucky not to have been killed and resurrected yet again. That put him at a loose end for a few months, which he bridged with various odd jobs. It occurred to him that his best chance of getting a stable position somewhere was to work on his music. A few decades back, he’d had a thing for a while with a travelling singer and harper, and the artist had taught him the basic notes. Irony, again – the old Hamish, before the Battle of Hastings, had been rather clumsy with his fingers, but now he grasped the technique quickly, and the principles of the chords and modes, and was soon doing a more than passable job. Not only that, but since being brushed by the sorcerer’s black magic, he had gained a captivating singing voice. He now bought a second-hand harp and began practising again, soon reaching even higher levels of proficiency. There was always demand for minstrels to sing in noble and royal houses. With any luck, he might land a permanency. While travelling with the harper, he had also managed to learn a decent command of Breton and Norman French, and of several German dialects. The one obstacle was the aggrieved duke, who had done a lot of talking around in noble circles about his son’s ex-servant. Hamish thought a bit more and started shaving off his rather prominent beard. He also shortened and curled his hair. With these changes, and an entirely new wardrobe, he looked positively baby-faced – without question the most youthful-looking 154-year old in any of the world’s kingdoms. Thus, armed with a boyish new look and musical skills to burn, he made his way to London and the royal court of Richard I, a.k.a. “the Lionheart,” who had just inherited the throne after the death of his father, Henry II. It was July of 1189, and Richard was busily occupied with plans for his impending departure to the Third Crusade. But he was not too preoccupied to notice the truly magical singing and playing of a travelling minstrel, and quickly sent a chamberlain to offer the singer a permanent court position. When the chamberlain asked his name, Hamish replied (with a French accent), “Blondel.” He meant it as a joke, a caricature of the well-known French troubadour of that name, but the chamberlain (knowing little of France) took it at face value. The king was truly delighted with “Blondel” as his permanent minstrel, quickly discovering that his musician had many other talents besides music and languages. The truth was that Richard was driven not only by the urge of military conquest, but by the urge of more personal conquests as well. Since he was drawn sexually to both men and women, the gender of his new minstrel was irrelevant to the chase. Hamish well understood that the way to a man’s purse is through his bed, and in no time was alternating tops and bottoms with the king while storing away a tidy sum in nightly tips received from the courtiers for his singing in the great hall. Whether taking or giving, Richard was equally voracious. When the mood took him, he thoroughly enjoyed plowing his minstrel deep and hard, over and over, and pumping multiple loads into him. Although initially Richard insisted on doing it doggie style, after a while he became sufficiently comfortable with “Blondel” as a person that he decided to fuck him face to face. Hamish actually enjoyed lying on his back, pulling his legs up, and letting Richard work him over. Their relationship deepened to the point where Richard would lie right on top of his court musician as he slammed deep into the singer’s tight ass, enjoying the phenomenal grip of the muscles (like everything else about Hamish, his ass control had been miraculously improved after 1066). Their hands would stroke and caress over each other’s bodies as the king drove his cock into his singer, repeatedly. Hamish enjoyed it so much that it became common for him to cum hands-free as Richard shot a huge load inside him. It also became common, although neither one talked about it, for them to exchange multiple kisses as Richard wound down after the act. As a bottom, Richard was even more demanding. He would pepper Hamish with frequent injunctions to “ram that big rod into me… fuck me silly, stud… pound me with that dick… fuck me harder… harder, dammit!... shit, man, you’re gonna make me cum… fill me up… cum inside me, you devil, you!” And much more along the same lines, all actually gasped out in a mixture of Norman French and medieval English. Note: this writer’s translation of all dialogue is approximate. Richard’s identification of him as a “diable” certainly made Hamish laugh to himself the first time Richard used the phrase. But when the king demanded that his minstrel cum inside him, Hamish gladly delivered the goods. In fact, if he was honest, between Richard’s hardened military body, the hot sex talk, and the affection which the king showed after the nightly battle on the bed had ended, Hamish was closer to falling in love than he’d ever been before. But he didn’t let himself go completely over the edge. He knew damn well that the Lionheart’s first, and really only, love was the military campaign, the strategy, the triumph, the conquest. He also knew that the courtiers were jealous of how completely he had managed to occupy Richard’s off-hours. “Blondel” was making it very difficult for the Norman barons to deliver bribes to the king without being publicly seen doing so. So, in the spring of 1190, as Richard went full-throttle into raising funds and an army for the Crusades, his minstrel begged leave. Richard was not at first willing to let him go, but when “Blondel” explained about his propensity for sea-sickness, the king reluctantly allowed him to depart seven days from the morrow. That gave them one last week of memorable nights in bed together. At last, it came to the final night before “Blondel” was set to depart. Their time together began in the usual way, with Richard getting on top and reaming out his singer. The Lionheart was truly becoming addicted to Hamish’s incredible ass, the way it stroked Richard’s cock from root to tip with the silky-smooth walls, the warmth of the friction as the tight hole alternately caressed and squeezed his dick. Richard definitely wanted to make it last tonight, since it was the last time (at least for a while) that they would be together, so he kept stopping and lying still on top of “Blondel,” gently feeling the man’s magnificent body while he recovered his normal poise. Then he would begin fucking again, varying pace and angle, while Hamish’s wonderfully responsive body transmitted immense vibrations of enjoyment throughout his entire being. At last, Richard knew that the time was at hand, and he proceeded to rouse himself up and pound “Blondel” like he’d never pounded him before. In no time, he had the minstrel gasping for breath, and barely able to frame the word “Yes… yes… yes…” over and over. Another minute of this rapid-fire tattoo of fucking brought Richard’s seed surging up through his cock and pumping forcefully out into his singer’s ass, shot after shot after shot, and four or five more distinct pulses after that. Hamish came at the exact same time, the sharp contractions of his hole squeezing more cum out of the royal cock and more roars of ecstasy out of the royal throat. Richard lost the strength in his arms and fell down on top of “Blondel,” gently moving his cock in the musician’s hole while he began kissing him with tongue. They made out like that for a good five minutes, enjoying every minute of the exchange between them. At last, Richard extracted his still-hard cock and rolled off to the side, lying there and catching his breath while they continued kissing and caressing each other. By this time, Hamish’s awesomely quick manhood was well on its way to becoming totally rock-hard again. But Richard had other things on his mind. He released himself from his minstrel’s embrace, got up out of bed, and went to the worktable near the window, returning with a scroll of parchment tied with a ribbon. “Here, Blondel. This is for you.” “What is it?” “Open it.” Hamish untied the ribbon and unrolled the scroll. In it he found the words of a song, with a line of music to convey the tune. It was plainly a love song, but not an especially personal one – rather, an ode expressing the king’s love for the sheer beauty and poignancy of his minstrel’s music-making. Hamish looked up at the king, who said, simply, “I wrote this for you.” Hamish nodded. He was well aware that Richard was, among many other talents, a gifted musician and composer in his own right. Praise from him for music went far beyond the normal courtly compliments a minstrel might expect. Hamish struggled to find words. “This is so beautiful… I can’t…,” and then, embarrassingly, he dissolved into tears. Richard planted a companionable hand on his shoulder. “You deserve it. You’ve brought so much joy to so many people in my court through your singing, and to me.” “Thank you, your majesty.” “Oh, come now, Blondel, here in my chambers you should call me by my name. You’ve earned that right, too.” “Then… thank you, Richard.” “Okay, enough getting emotional. Come on back to bed and thank me properly.” Richard promptly laid down on the bed, looking at Hamish with a dirty, suggestive smile and wink as he lifted his legs into the air. Hamish’s spear immediately sprang to “battle ready,” as he moved between the king’s legs, facing the splendid muscular royal ass one last time. This night, Hamish truly outdid himself, plowing the king nonstop for an hour and a half, and releasing no less than four loads of his immortal seed into Richard’s quivering body. All the time, they were gazing into each other’s eyes, exchanging the closest thing to lovers’ vows that they would ever achieve. As Hamish reached his fourth climax, they came together again, a treasurable moment of pure union and ecstasy. That final night together was also the first and only time that Richard stopped Hamish from getting out of bed once the action ended. “No, Blondel. Stay here and sleep with me.” “But the servants….” “Never mind them. Everyone knows about us anyway, so why worry? And tonight, I would welcome the company. Come here.” They snuggled up together, embracing each other, and fell asleep like that. In the morning, “Blondel” departed, with a generous gift of gold (the expected kingly gift in such a situation) and riding on a truly fine chestnut stallion from the royal stables (a gift which wildly exceeded the norm for a talented minstrel). With it, he carried Richard’s official scroll of royal thanks, and (tucked away in his bag) the even more treasured scroll with Richard’s song for him. Within a month, Richard was on his way to the south of Europe and his own appointments with destiny in Sicily, in Cyprus, in Palestine, and afterwards on his hazardous trip home through central Europe. Although Richard had openly asked “Blondel” to return to his court some day, they were never to see each other again. After that, the story gets a little murky. Hamish himself could never recall, in later centuries, exactly how or why he ended up near Durnstein, in Upper Austria, in early 1193. What was certain was that he sang Richard’s song during a banquet hosted by the lord lieutenant of Durnstein Castle. It was also clear that Richard faintly heard the song from the dungeon where he had been imprisoned after Duke Leopold of Austria had captured him for ransom during his journey home from the Crusades. Richard had no trouble recognizing his own song of praise, deduced that the singer could only be one man, and joined in at the top of his lungs. The rest of the lovely old legend of Blondel discovering the place of the king’s imprisonment is just that – a legend. “Blondel,” who was no longer calling himself by that name anyway, didn’t hear the imprisoned king through the stone walls, and Richard was promptly rebuked to silence by the jailor, who didn’t appreciate the captive’s singing as he was tone deaf. So much for the romance of popular mythology. In fact, it wasn’t until after Richard’s death in 1199 that Hamish learned that his old friend had been immured in the stronghold at the time. That realization gave him a real pang of regret for a missed opportunity. “Friend” was actually the right word. As unlikely as it might seem, a genuine friendship had grown up between the two men, and it had survived the changing tides and fortunes of life through the next decade. Hamish even surprised himself by his emotional reaction to the death of the Lionheart. In a century and a half of life, he had never before had any cause to grieve the passing of anyone he’d known. Although the word “love” was perhaps too strong a word to use, there was no doubt that Hamish held considerable affection for Richard, and that his affection was fully returned. But, being the man he was, Hamish had to set his face to the future and move on. He’d already endured enough of eternity to know that his fate was always to grow into other people’s lives, and then have to leave them behind as time swept them away, leaving him to carry on alone. The answer, as he saw it, was to promise himself that he would never allow himself to care too deeply for any person who came into his life. That resolution was going to be tested many times in the centuries to come.

I don't fuck a bottom's cock. I fuck his ass. After I've shot my load(s) in him, I do the polite thing and ask if he wants to cum and how I can help. But if I'm being honest, my favorite bottoms are those whose pleasure center is their ass and not their dick. So they don't care about it and neither do I.

Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)

I'll try to make this short and quick so that all of you will read it. I made a big mistake. I started talking to a hot poz guy (Ben) online; and he told me how lonely he was and that all he wanted to do was cuddle with someone. I felt sorry for him. And he was very handsome so I decided to take him up on his offer. He promised he wouldn't do anything that I didn't want to do. I still can't believe how quickly things changed. He was spooning me. And I told him he could take his underwear off since I had mine on. I couldn't believe how big his cock felt pressed against me. I felt around with my hand and grabbed at his cock through his underwear to confirm he was as big as it felt. It was massive! Well, I kinda messed up. Since I grabbed at his dick, I think he assumed that it was okay to take off his underwear. He asked if I could spit on my hand and jerk him off. I thought that seemed safe and I won't lie. I wanted to touch his dick. So, I spit on my hand and started jerking on him. God damn, he was so fucking big! I kept adding more spit because he seemed to breath heavier the wetter his dick became. "You want this?" he asked me. I didn't think he really meant it. I thought he was just teasing me and I just kinda answered it reflexively, "Fuck yeah! I want it." Next thing I know, Ben positions me on my side and I thought we were gonna start spooning again. But, then I feel his thick cock head poking around my hole. "What are you doing?!" I asked him as I started to panic. I just kinda froze. Everything happened so fast. And as his cock found his way inside me, it felt incredible. So wet and so hard! I started to realize what was happening then. HE WAS FUCKING ME! This isn't right. I can't let this happen. I try to tell him to stop. But, I can't make the words out. The internal conflict I felt was insane. I WANT THIS! said one part of me. HE NEEDS TO STOP! screamed the other part. All I could do was let out moans, though as he continued to plunge it into me. FUCK YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME! .... No wait, don't fuck me. FUCK ME !!! Finally, I was able to say "warn me before you come" and I felt proud and relieved that I started to regain control. Those feelings barely lasted for a second though. Because then he blurted out a moment later, "I'm gonna cum!" I felt an even more intense jab. And I just assumed he knew to pull out. It felt too intense though and I shot my load as he drilled in somehow deeper than before. I felt his throbbing cock and soon realized he was cumming up in me. Oh shit! Before I could say anything, he pulled out. But, it was too late. He already pumped a poz load deep inside me. :-( So .. please learn from this. Don't let this happen to you! Don't cuddle with hot poz guys. It's too hard to say no once it starts. And then once you get it, you want it again. I didn't want to kick him out of my bed. And so, I woke up to him pounding my hole again a few hours later. And I still couldn't say no. So, be careful!

My big balls keep getting very sweaty and smelly...is it because I let to much spunk run over them ....love the smell of other guy juices......wearing my jock to get it more tasty.........got one guy get his tongue and face into my sweaty balls says he loves the smell.........love guys spreading there cum over my balls and cock and sucking .......dose anyone else have the same...sweaty balls and crotch........what’s to be done.........answers guys!!!!!!!!!!

What is even worse is when someone on BBRT is listed as Top, and then has in his profile that he only wants to suck your cock, no recip. Almost as bad as the quick connect ads by tops or top-vers (often the same person, same ad 3 or 5 times a week) announcing they are feeling their "bottom side" today and want to take loads. The running joke here in Ft Bottomdale is any profile between bottom-vers to vers-top is just a bottom who is trying to pull a bait and switch.

This married bi guy with kids who I've been messing around with for over a year texted me yesterday wanting some ass. I replied, dude, it's the day after Valentine's Day. You didn't fuck your wife? He explained that she's on her period and that he needed to cum, as if he couldn't fuck her mouth or ass 😂. An hour later, his dick is in my mouth and he is rubbing my back and ass. He climbs on top and fucks me harder than he ever has. I was tempted to ask him to slow down and take it easy on my hole, but then I realized this man needs to release his pent up energy. He screwed me into submission and then dropped his load. After he showered and left, it dawned on me that he hadn't said 5 words to me the entire time he was here. And he doesn't live near me either. Yet, he makes the effort to drive over here to get into this big thick bubble butt and breed it.

I was a hotel front desk clerk on evening and overnight shifts for several years. I can tell you the biggest trick for walking into the hotel is attitude. Walk in with the attitude that you know where you are going and that you belong there. Even look at the desk clerk and give a nod hello acknowledging our presence. Someone up to no good will not make eye contact. We are only briefly going to size you up to see if you're going to mess up a quiet night, beyond that we don't care. Don't look guilty, don't keep turning your head side to side. We probably won't remember you if you walk out soon after. If you're self conscious about it, a comment about forgetting something in the car works well. If it really bothers you, look at the parking lot layout and take the stairs out. all the stairways lead to an exterior door and you can avoid the front desk on the way out.

Very sexy! Bet that makes you feel like a faggot bitch. Would love to see a pic!

Go ahead - go on and on .... Dullness = no interest Mediocrity = perhaps momentary interest, mostly in the fuckjoints where intellect counts for very little Intelligence = interest, focus, pleasure .... and he's paying attention too ... he's shameless, but so is the guy he's attached to ...

I was 17 when I gave my virginity to a wonderful 28 year old man. Not only was it amazing, it turned into a 3 month fling.

I took homeless guys cock and load last year. It was not on purpose I was just cruising for cock and he had a huge one. Had to take it a get bred by him. Now I'm hungry for it again and cant stop thinking about it.

As a black guy, I try to avoid any hotels with reception, especially in certain areas. Lol Also, beware of guys with locked doors where you have to knock and other various security barriers. They could be using those as extra “screening” criteria.

Went out of town with my husband this past weekend for Valentine’s Day. And obviously I had to find someone to hookup with. I downloaded Grindr and had a few hits, but ultimately no luck, so I searched sniffies. A guy at a hotel across the street from mine was looking. Same age and stats as me—mid 30’s, 200lbs give or take, 6c. He was married and straight looking for a slut to suck him or breed. He was into poppers as well which was a major turn on. I was able to lose my husband for a bit and have some time to play so I headed over to the hotel. I got to his room and it was dark. We started to make out immediately and he shoved poppers in my nose as soon as I started blowing him. For the next 45 minutes we both got high on poppers and sucked each other, coming up for air every so often to make out with each other. He was a slow cummer and after a while I ended up shooting my load in his mouth. He saved some and we made out with my cum. I went back to work on his cock, licking up his delicious precum, but unfortunately he wasn’t able to finish. It was still a good time, and we both loved cheating on our partners. I got dressed and headed back to my room before my husband came back. I kissed him when he walked in the room and wished him a happy Valentine’s Day.

@Lustofalltrades Man, you shouldn't ever have to feel rushed or pressured as a top in an anon scenario. The setup is basically tailor made for the overcautious discrete guy that wants to just shoot his load into a nice hole without any consequences. At any point you feel uncomfortable, just stop and msg the btm and tell him you need some time. Trust me, that bottom wants your fucking load man and will be overwhelmingly cooperative. If you need him to find a way for you around reception, prop a side door open or whatever, that bottom will get it done, with 100% efficiency. Yes, the veteran cumdumps will opt for the parking lot accessible motels and streamline the process but really, as a top, why limit your options? Suppose there's an ad by a newbie that has the biggest beefiest hairiest muscle butt you can possibly imagine (my preference, no idea what yours is) are you just gonna not try it out because of reception? Fuck reception. Worst case scenario is that they stare at you in a judgy manner. Big deal. Besides, if you're that worried about an unexpected social encounter, put on a cap some shades and your mask and tada! instant disguise. Regarding social protocol in the room if another top is there already, I'm gonna disagree with the other comments and advise you to just do whatever the fuck you wanna do. You're under absolutely no obligation to do any kind of small talk, or engage in a 3some all of a sudden or wait in line or do any kind of weird top cheerleading or whatever. If you wanna fuck and don't care if he's there, just go for it. Prefer a 1 on1? Then go wait outside and come fuck after. Honestly, the best part about anon is that you can completely bypass the entire social component and head directly toward the dick-in-butt part. Just go for it man. After you're done the first time, you'll be, like, this is no big deal, that was so convenient.

I received a message that said, ‘I need a cunt’. I replied and offered mine without question and was told, ‘I got a hard dick that needs emptying where are you so I can dump my load anon?’ He must of been close as he was here within 5 mins. I was in my hood and harness and jock when he let himself in and tagged my ass as, ‘FUCK SLUT’ then made use of it, sliding his boner straight in. This horny encounter wasn’t so much a fuck, he clearly just needed to dump his load in me and I was more than happy to take it. Some nice pounding action and he was ready to release. He bred my cunt good and proper with his cock deep inside me. I made sure I took every drop. He’d used me to unload, zipped up and left! Perfect anon breeding!

Love coming back to the office from lunch a little bit late... with dickbreath... or a little bit of cum in my beard... or a pube on the tip of my tongue... or dirty knees in my khakis. Love it when my big ass nipples are clearly visible to my coworkers thru my shirt, like headlights.

Valentine’s cheating load Once again my phone pinged with the question, ‘Your cunt free for breeding?’ A 35 year old asked if he could swing by and dump his load and in Valentine’s Day too! He was on the way to pick his bf up from the train station but was early and wanted to unload 3 days of hot spunk into a total anon, total discrete willing hole. He wanted to use me as a human fleshlight, just a hole to get off in. He said he was planning to fuck his bf later but wanted to be in him knowing he’d already bred an anon hole. It Suited me perfectly, taking a load from a guys cheating boyfriend is one of my hobbies as a cumslut. The clock was ticking and we didn’t have long. I agreed to be hooded in my jock and harness and he wanted my hole lubed to slide straight into. There’s nothing hotter than taking a cheating raw cock and a forbidden load. Sure enough he turned up just as planned. He silently unzipped his semi 7 inches and slapped it against my hungry hole. This guy had loads of hot oozing precum that he slowly wiped over my cunt. He then pushed the head of his dick inside me and stopped. He reached forward to grab the poppers and eased halfway in. Then he took several long careful hits. Every time he breathed in he flexed his dick inside me. He screwed the lid back on the poppers and put them down then screwed me. One hand on each cheek he fucked his way deep inside me, sliding in and out to give my cunt a good pounding. He wasn’t messing about and I could tell he was now working against the clock to dump a load and plant his seed in me. He paused to take another popper hit then picked up the pace. He was going balls deep and it was hot as fuck knowing I was getting my cunt used while his fella was sat on a train. He then let out a loud groan as he shot his load deep inside me. My silence was broken as I pleaded, ‘yeah, breed me good!’ His cock was pumping his load transfer in my cunt when he grabbed his phone, he text his fella that he was on route with his throbbing cock still inside me. When he’d sent the message he pulled out, leaving me full and dripping, he put his cummy cock back in his jeans and left to collect his fella. I hope be relived breeding me when he did his bf later that Valentine’s Day evening.

yeah, sometimes i do too, but as you can see from the other comments that keep popping up, i fuck up little details, then people pick it all to shit, and I'm like, "yeaah, i love y'all in general, but some of the more... lets say "knuckle dragging fuck-stain-y personality" guys out there (admittedly, their IRL counterparts usually get in and fuck with my head first), seem to only actually get off on being difficult, i mean, great for them, hope their sense of (admittedly earned) superiority keeps their balls drained and their assholes rawfucked, filled with loads, and then sucked into rosebuds." Till i either get some "thicker skin" (or feel generally less "Untouchable/Tons-o-Fun/Captain Lovehandles"-y), lets just pretend its back in the 90s when i first got frosted tips and started wearing bondage gear as standard all day fashion, cause for now, I'm out" oh, and as a special parting gift for those special few, wonderfully difficult, nit-picky OCD people, Here's an 89 angle:

One of my more notable recent loads were from a fun bathhouse adventure with a dom FWB of mine last week. The idea was that I was going to be a blind folded no load refused cum dump and he was going to help whore me out. When we got there we got a room and stripped down. I was in a chastity cage and told I couldn’t cover up with the towel at all. He loved exposing me as the kinky slut I am but I’m always shy about it at first. I was nervous, but my exhilaration to be exposed definitely was greater than my nerves. Plus, with chastity, there’s not question what you’re there for. And I wanted loads. We head out and decide to hit up the wet area first before getting into the swing of things. Walking there with my towel just over my shoulder and my caged cock dangling about felt great and got me some curious glances but no actual action in the moment. All I could do was own it and hope it would translate to more loads as the night went on. There wasn’t much happening in the hot tub and steam room but it was a nice bit of relaxation before the fun started. Once we wrapped up there we popped back to the room to get my supplies, some poppers and lube, get my hole prepped up, and then headed out into the common area sling set up. This was the “TV area” so there were some benches and porn playing and people generally used it as a more public cruisey spot or to just watch others. It had lots of traffic so things were looking good! My friend helped me into the sling, blind folded me, and whispered into my ear that if I wanted to be a good boy for him my ass had better be so used and full of cum that it couldn’t contain it all by the end of the night. Didn’t have to ask me twice! With that, he stood to the side and shoved his cock in mouth while leaving my hole exposed in the hopes that others would join in. I blew him for what felt like forever. Though time goes slow when you’re blind folded so probably was only five minutes haha. Eventually another hand started probing my ass. I could hear my friend encourage him and next thing you know he was lining his cock up to begin entering my hole. He shoved it in hard, harder than I wished to start, but I also could tell this guy was horny as fuck and likely was going to fuck until he bred me, which, I mean, is what I was there for. So I grunted through it and let him use me until eventually I could hear his breath shorten and his thrust getting slowed and gave the tell tale signs he was unloading. That first anon load of the night was such a rush. It got my inner cum dump fired up and I knew I needed more. Lucky for me that first fuck seemed to attract more and I started having a relatively steady stream of cocks being slapped against my face for blow jobs and prodded against my hole for fucking. I was in heaven. So many anon cocks using me and I had no idea who they are (I like to think it could be people I know in my regular life who now know I’m a whore). They could have been hot, ugly, fat skinny, I didn’t care. I was just a hole for their use anyways. The highlight while in the sling was blowing one cock to the right of me, getting pounded by another cock, and jerking off another cock to the left of me. The guy fucking me was being very verbal and letting me know what a sloppy slut hole I was and commanding me to try and deep throat and jerk the other cocks deeper and harder. It has me straining in my cage hard. I really have no idea how many loads I got but knew I got fucked by lots of different cocks and occasionally did hear the music to my ears that was horny tops busting their loads. I must have been in the sling for at least an hour and a half, probably longer, before their was a lull. I took the opportunity to get up and stretch my legs. I called over my dom FWB who got my blind fold off and helped me out of the sling. He was very happy with how good of a hole I was which makes my inner sub glow so contently. At that point I was satisfied but also knew I had to at least check out the dark room. I love dark rooms and like, it’d be a shame if my hole was as loaded and primed as it was and for me to not take full advantage of it. So I relaxed a bit with my dom FWB before heading over to the dark room. At that point I didn’t even care for my towel. It was back in the TV area room. As I was walked over with my caged cock on display I could feel some cum start to leak out of my ass and down my leg. I looked like a total slut and loved it. The dark room itself was extremely dark. My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet and I really couldn’t make out much. I stumbled around until I felt a hand grab my caged cock and pull down on it and then another start pushing my head downward. I got the message and got onto my knees. I was greeted with a nice semi hard dick that I started sucking as best as I could. He started moaning and I could tell he was getting closer. At this point my eyes had adjusted and noticed there was a fuck bench right near us (as well as some others having fun, woof!). I motioned to him to it and he grinned back. That was all I needed to slide up onto it, stick my ass up and hold my cheeks open, exposing my used and cummy hole. He slid in so easily I was so proud of how used and accepting my hole was. He started fucking me and the sloshing noise of the cum in my ass getting churned up started to fill the room. As that guy continued to fuck me another put his cock up to my face. Omg it was the biggest cock of the night by far. I did all I could to try and deep throat it but was a gagging mess the entire time. I continued to blow the second guy until the first guy tensed up and shot his load into me. Almost instantly the second guy moved from fucking my face to fucking my ass. Even after getting fucked a ton that night, his cock gave my hole some difficulty. It wasn’t the girth but goddamn it was long. It was like he was poking around the bend in my ass. Lucky for me it didn’t take him long to eventually breed me. He shoved his cock in as deep as he could and just held it there when he came. It was painful the thought of him pushing all that other cum further in and adding his own cum so deep inside my guts made it more than worth it. I love when you feel cum leak out of your ass hours after getting bred. I think if my hole wasn’t as used as it was that might have been the case with this guy. After he came, he smacked my ass and left. I laid there for a second catching my breath and collecting myself. At that point I noticed there weren’t many others in the room, or at least no one else making a motion toward me. So I got up and left back to my room. My dom FWB was on the bed jerking his cock all smiles. I must have looked like I just got fucked hard because mentioned how good of a slut I was tonight haha. I snuggled up to him on the bed and started to blow him. He fingered my cummy ass while doing so until he shot his load. He made sure to not shoot right down my throat so I could get a taste of his delicious load. It was great and I savoured every last bit of it. At that point he was ready to head home and I was quite beat up sexually haha. He plugged my ass to keep as much of the cum in as we could and we left. Ended up going to a late night Mexican place for some margarita and tacos. I was beaming the whole time knowing I was locked in chastity with a bunch of anon loads plugged up my ass while out and about in public. Best bathhouse night I’ve ever had and I hope to have more when things are busier again. Next time I need to put a sharpie somewhere so I can keep track of the loads I get. Only then can I start trying to beat a previous record and actually know my progress.

Coming a bit faster than expected, what was supposed to be the first few paragraphs became the whole of part 3. It's basically an expansion of the second part and lays the ground better for what's coming. Buckle up, things are barely getting started for Rick and his boy. Part 3 – A sign of Things To cum After the fact, Daddy told me that my conversion session lasted three whole days. He fed me so many kinds of drugs to keep me high, horny and awake that by the end my brain was completely fried and I have no memory of the last 24 hours. Daddy had his dick in my ass pretty much the whole time and only stopped because he was too sore to carry on; there was blood and cum all over his cock and oozing out my ass, he also told me it was the longest and most intense fucking session he ever had. During this epic session, Daddy would never stop telling me how happy he finally found me. He kept calling me his greatest achievement and a dream come true. Corrupting and converting a straight boy like me was his lifelong dream and he finally had a slave he could mold exactly to his image. When we finally both collapsed from complete exhaustion, Daddy injected me some tranquilizer to help me go to sleep for a long while to make sure I could get a full rest without experiencing a crash from the chems withdrawal. “This will help you sleep soundly. I’ll see you again in a couple days when you wake up, and by then you’ll be just like new. In more ways than one,” he said while pushing on the syringe. It was true. I was now a completely new person. The straight old me was definitely dead and gone and a poz chem slut had taken his place. But it wasn’t all that simple. When I finally woke up, I didn’t know how much time had passed. I was completely naked. I was in a place I didn’t recognize either. It was a different room than mine. I was on a bed covered in black rubber sheeting. The walls were black and there were no windows. It looked something like a fetishist’s dungeon, but almost empty. An awful feeling crept over me. Was this all a dream? Did it really happen? Did I accept to become a gay slave and be fed all kinds of dangerous drugs and let Rick fuck my ass relentlessly? Oh my god, was I HIV positive now? What have I done?! I was starting to panic when the door opened, and Rick came in. “Hey son, calm down, it’s alright. Daddy’s here. Don’t worry, everything is under control.” “What did you do to me?” The drugs had worn off and I was sober. The reality of my situation was hitting me hard, and I had a hard time accepting I had surrendered so quickly and easily to my recent fantasies. “I told you, son. I have shown you your true nature. What you are experiencing right now is completely normal. This is a very big change you just went through, and your mind is trying to make sense of what happened. Don’t worry I have just the thing to make you feel better.” He sat down next to me and passed an arm around my shoulders. I thought he was trying to comfort me, and in a way that’s what he did, but he mostly was holding me in place. With his other hand, he stuck some black rubber respirator mask in my face and held it tight. I tried to protest and get away, but Daddy was stronger than me and I couldn’t move. “It’s alright, son. Calm down and breathe slowly. That’s it, deep breaths. Slow and steady.” At first, I didn’t want to be drugged again but I didn’t have a choice either and I had to breathe so I did as I was told. I inhaled whatever Daddy was giving me and. It smelled like very strong medicine, but with a sweet cinnamon hint. I instantly felt different, relaxed and mellow, but there was also a strong tingling building up in my groin. “I told you I was going to keep you high on drugs all the time and never let you regret your choice, right? Well, there it is. Keep breathing, son. I’m sorry I thought you’d sleep a little bit longer and you woke up before I could dose you again. Now try to focus on what you remember from before you passed out. How much pleasure you felt. How horny you were. My huge poz cock in your ass. How you begged me to slam you over and over again. How you couldn’t get enough of my seed.” Daddy removed the mask from my face, stood up, removed his shirt and faced me. “Remember this,” he said as he pointed to his biohazard tattoo. “You kept telling me how beautiful you thought it was and how you couldn’t wait to get one.” It was all coming back to me at once and all my fears were washed away as soon as I saw the tattoo. It looked glorious. Daddy was right, I was fascinated by it and wanted one on myself. “And you will have yours, don’t worry about that. As soon as you are confirmed poz, which is only a matter of time, I will have one of my friends come here and put some ink on you. You’ll get one just like this one, and a few others I have in mind. It’s gonna be a nice surprise, you’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t you suck on this one for a little bit.” I already had my mouth open when Daddy said that while moving forward to meet me. I started sucking and licking his nipple once again and worshipped his large, bold biohazard tattoo. I was obsessed with it and got extremely horny having it in right in my face. And just like that, the last remnants of doubt or regret went away. Even though there were a few moments after that when I wasn’t chemmed up in my life with Daddy, I never regretted it once again. I was barely high from whatever was in that mask, but I was completely set on my new life as a chem slave. I already wanted to feel like I did before I blacked out from our epic session. I was getting extremely excited worshipping my Master’s tattoo and started moaning like crazy. Daddy put his hand behind my head and pressed on it, forcing me to suck harder on his nipple, which made him grunt with his deep voice. “That’s it boy, worship the tattoo. Worship the virus. Can you feel it flowing in your veins? It’s slowly taking place in your system, infecting your cells, wrecking your DNA. It’s altering you as we speak, making you into a different person. A poz slut. But you’re not completely poz yet. It takes time. We probably have a few weeks before you begin experiencing the fuck flu. You’ll get a nice fever, you’ll feel like complete shit for a few days, and by the end of it you will finally have completed your conversion. In the meantime, I have lots of plans for you. You’re going to learn what it means to be my slave. Okay now, enough with the nipples, you have to suck on something bigger while I explain a few things to you.” Daddy then pushed me back and unzipped his pants, whipping out his magnificent poz cock, already rock hard and oozing precum, right in my face. I didn’t need more directions and started sucking it hungrily, swallowing as much poz juice as I could while listening to what Daddy was saying. I don’t know what I inhaled in the rubber mask was, but it was making me hornier and hornier even minutes after I stopped taking it. The poz talk was music to my ears. I was no longer horrified by the disease; I was craving it. I wanted more HIV, more virus. My Daddy’s poz cum was so tasty I was convinced the virus was giving it an additional flavor. I felt like it was burning my mouth and my throat. And I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked by several poz men. I wanted the most toxic cocks available to line up and fuck my ass and fill it up to the brim. I wanted to overflow with deadlier and deadlier strains. I wanted to give birth to the most toxic version of the virus possible and then gift it to the world. And while these feelings were drowning my thoughts, Daddy kept talking to me. “Now is the time to tell you a bit more about me, son. I’m now 54 years old. I’ve stopped working about 3 years ago because I had made so much money selling patents that I never have to worry about money ever again. You see, I’m both an anesthesiologist and a chemical engineer. I’ve always been interested in drugs of all kinds and enjoy getting people high, either through legal or illegal ways. I started as an anesthesiologist about 25 years ago and wanted to improve what we used so I designed new compounds that are now widely used in the field. I’ll keep receiving very large royalties for decades. I also still act as consultant for several big pharmaceutical companies even to this day, when I feel like it. But my true joy is to really get people fucked up and abuse them in various ways. And this is exactly what I plan on doing with you. I have built a whole complex in the basement of my house, a sex dungeon if you want to call it that way, where we are right now. This is your new room for the foreseeable future. I never showed it to you since you’ve been living here. Nobody knows it exists except a few trusted friends. Nobody can find you here, it’s like you don’t exist anymore. And you’ll probably never get out of here again. There is everything you and I need here. It’s now your whole universe and you will experience so many great things here. But for now, I haven’t fucked you in three days and I must keep you charged up to further your infection so let’s get on with it. Stop sucking me and get on all fours, facing the wall, NOW.” I regretfully let go of Daddy’s delicious dick and did as I was told. I was expecting to be fucked right away but instead I could feel something wet and warm touching my hole. It felt amazing and I started moaning loudly. Daddy handed me a brown bottle. “Take these poppers and inhale continuously, or until I tell you to stop.” I opened the bottle and started sniffing heavily while Daddy was eating my ass. After three hits I was already flying and could feel Daddy’s tongue go further and further into my hole. After a while he was basically tongue-fucking me and I was screaming in delight. “Don’t stop hitting that bottle you fucking faggot.” I was having trouble keeping my hands steady and spilled some on the bed. Then I could feel some fingers in my ass stretching and opening me up. I kept inhaling and I could see my fingertips turning blue when Daddy told me to stop and put the lid back on the bottle. Then I felt something cold in my ass and knew I was getting some T-laced lube, just like my first time with Daddy. The burning sensation soon followed and Daddy didn’t wait any longer to ram his huge toxic cum inside me. I came instantly and felt like my own cum was being pushed out of my balls by Daddy’s cock. He started fucking me very fast and with each push more cum would come out of me. “Oh yeah, you’re still so tight and warm boy, such a perfect little hole. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, son.” I was so happy to hear how Daddy liked my ass. I was incredibly proud of being his son. The Tina he pushed in my ass was starting to get to me and I could feel the heat all over my body and I craved even more dick and poz cum. I wanted it all. I felt so good I started crying. “You ok boy?” “I... I love you so much Daddy. I love your toxic poz dick so much, I love it fucking my ass. Please breed me again Daddy. Please give me more drugs and make me into your personal guinea pig. Get me high and fucked up, give me more toxic seed so I can grow my own poz babies, give me your gift and make me more pregnant. I love you so much and what you do to me, please never stop abusing me, it’s sooo good...” “I know son. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The poz talk, the chems, all these dirty and horrible things I did and plan on doing to you? That’s why you were born. That’s where you belong. Soon I’ll breed you again and then I’ll put you to sleep and make you experience things you have never heard about. You will see, I have so many surprises for you. I will have complete control over you and remove any possibility of free will that remains. You’ll be turned into an object, a fuck toy, an HIV incubator, a public attraction, a freak. And you will love every second of it.” “Yes, please Daddy!” “Now take my load, you fucking bitch!” And then Daddy pushed violently against my ass with his hips, buried himself deep and shot a load so big I felt it filling my guts. His toxic cum was hot in my bowels and I could feel it burning my insides. I was picturing millions of viruses running through my ass, entering my walls and invading my bloodstream, joining the growing population of viruses slowly infecting my body, and I welcomed them all with open arms. “Thank you, Daddy!” Daddy pulled out, leaving an awful void in my ass. It felt cold and empty instantly and I cried out in despair. Daddy pushed me down, turned me over and shoved the rubber mask back in my face. “Inhale, deep breathes.” I instantly felt calmer and numb. After a few seconds, Daddy removed the mask and produced a syringe. I thought he was about to slam me but then Daddy said: “Now I’m putting you back to sleep. I still have some preparations to do for the next phase of your journey. When you wake up, you will enter a new reality. I’m about to send you on a one-way trip to Wonderland.” Daddy had a huge grin on his face as he inserted the needle in my arm and quickly pushed on the plunger. I felt a cold wave spreading in my arm and I immediately felt heavier. Darkness overtook my vision and the last thing I saw was my Daddy’s magnificent biohazard tattoo, a sign of things to come, I hoped...

Part 34 - The Royal Family Artem walked in to the bedroom ignoring the fact they were both naked drenched in sweat. His appearance still caught Max out forgetting about the fact he strolls in without a care in the world. "Your royal highness it stinks of sex in here" Artem said picking up the coffee cups. Alex too in love just smiled "Are you heading down for breakfast?" Artem asked reminding him of the time. Alex sat up "Yes sorry. Thanks Artem" he said, "Oh can you let them know we are plus one this morning". Artem nodded and left them "They already know" he replied bowing his head. Alex chuckled "Liam!" he said quietly, "Come on Max we need to shower quickly before we upset routines". Max kneeled up on the bed looking at Alex "You need to eat don't you?" Alex asked. Max nodded "Err... will it be just us?" he asked nervously. Alex shrugged "No idea, depends what time the rest are taking breakfast". Alex knelt on the bed facing him and looking serious "I meant it Alex" Max said before he could speak. Alex smiled and kissed him lightly then jumped off the bed heading towards the bathroom with Max in tow. Quickly showered, Artem found Max a shirt from Alex's numerous clothes to wear until his own arrived, they hastily left the prince's royal quarters. Walking side by side Max was in awe, it was light he had stepped in to a different world completely trying to take everything in. The interior of the palace was far from dark and foreboding, instead it was bright with gold leaf gilding with paintings of all nature adorning the walls and spaced out so not to clutter the walls. He was no fool in this area and recognised work by some of histories most famous artists. Reaching the ornate staircase that swept in a large semi circle to the lower floor with windows overlooking the private grounds of the palace, it really did take Max's breath away as they descended. A large floral display filled the alcove left by the staircases shape, above it in pride of place was a large portrait that Max recognised as the queen. Even that looked immaculate and perfect, he couldn't help thinking that Gareth would appreciate the floral display that was so over sized but smelt amazing. He was feeling even more nervous now as he corridors went in three directions, all wide as a road and many of the rooms having double doors. Their direction took them straight ahead where two ladies were delicately cleaning the door handles to one of the rooms and they stopped 'Good morning your royal highness' they both said curtsying to Alex, he replied cheerfully smiling at them as walked towards the doors where two livered footmen stood guard. It was only as they reach the doors that Max recognised one of them as Tom who gave a cheeky wink to Max. Both footmen bowed first 'Good morning your royal highness' they said in unison as Alex and Max approached. the older of the footmen opened the doors just as Alden was approaching the doors from the inside looking fresh as a daisy compared to them and having finished breakfast. The brothers who often never observed protocol in private hugged whilst Alden had a good look at each of them and laughed. Max bowed his head 'Good morning your royal highness' he said and Alden patted him on the shoulder. Alden looked at them then chuckled "Man you two look rough this morning, what time you get to bed?" he asked. Alex smirked "Very funny" he replied, "Max ignore him" he said walking past him. Max stood there like a rabbit in headlights and bowed his head "Your royal highness" he said. Alden smirked "You are learning Max" he said then chuckled, "Better manners than my brother". "Max!" Alex called out, "Come on I need food!" he said patiently waiting. "Oh and Max!" Alden spoke holding his arm, "If you are staying here call me Alden in private". Max smiled "Thanks mate" he replied, "Err Alden" he corrected himself. Alden laughed his way out of the breakfast room. Max was surprised how fairly ordinary the room looked on first appearance yet it still oozed a form of elegance you couldn't put your finger on. Each of the footmen who came in to the room bowed and addressed Alex as his royal highness bowing their heads then addressing Max as sir with a very slight inclination of their heads which was way past any form of bowing. Still completely in a fairy tale land Max was not quite able to take much of it him as he nervously looked towards the doors knowing that the king and queen could appear at any time. Alex clicked his fingers in front of Max chuckling. "So there is food over there or you can ask for anything" Alex informed him as the footman poured coffee. Max felt like he was stuck to the seat "What are you having?" he asked still looking around. "Feel like a bacon roll this morning" Alex replied and Max nodded for the same. Alex stood and Max followed him to the serving station "Relax Max, seriously" he said. "I am trying Alex" Max replied making a bacon roll, "Bricking it for who is going to come in". "Well it will either be the king and queen or dowager queen" Alex replied casually. Max sat at the table "That didn't help at all, what do I do if they come in?" he asked. "Exactly what you do to Alden, except use the word majesty instead of highness" Alex said. Max sat there looking at the cutlery and plates in more detail, it was a far cry from home where it was mugs and stainless steel cutlery despite his parents being wealthy they used functional things despite the size of the house. Alex went back for another one being so hungry this morning and Max decided to have some fresh fruit and yoghurt. He was finally finding his nerve and beginning to relax as the footmen were unobtrusive and just there if they needed anything. The doors to the breakfast room opened and Alex immediately stood up beckoning Max to do the same. "Good morning your majesty" Alex said bowing his head. Max followed suit "Good morning your majesty" he said and bowed his head. "Good morning Alex" his grand mother said walking over to them, "And who is this?" she asked. "Granny this is Max... oh crap what is your name?" Alex asked rather embarrassingly. Max chuckled then remembered where he was "Max Westwood-Lymm your majesty" he said bowing again. "And is Max short for anything?" she asked taking her seat held by the footman. Max nodded "It is your majesty, Maximillian but I prefer Max and it is easier to spell" he replied. The dowager queen looked at him then laughed loudly "Sit down both of you" she said. "Max is to be my boyfriend" Alex informed his granny, "Well pending the protocol process" he added. The dowager queen turned to Max "So are you well educated Max?" she asked. "I went to a private boarding school your majesty" Max replied quickly learning the ropes. Alex poured coffee for his grand mother beating the footman to it "And what work are you in?" she asked. "I work in an art gallery as a curator your majesty" Max replied scared to touch food or drink. She looked between Alex and Max quickly assessing the situation "How interesting!" she remarked. "You have some very fine art here in the palace your majesty" Max said casually. "The king paints as a way to relax. Do you paint Max?" she asked. Max smiled "I try to, I am no real artist but I am not bad" he replied, "Sorry your majesty". "Relax Max you don't need to keep saying it" the dowager queen said smiling, "It ruins conversation at times". "Thank you" Max replied sitting there unable to touch his food. The dowager queen put her cup down "The king painted a picture, have you come across it?" she asked. Max wondered if she was testing him "The one of the queen by the staircase" he replied instantly. She laughed "How did you know?" she asked, "Alex did you tell him?". Max smiled "The brush work is very new and different, unlike the old masters" he replied. "You do know your subject Max, this is good to know" she said making no sense to Max. Alex picked up Max's fork and fed him some melon "He is too scared to eat granny" Alex said. The dowager queen studied Max again "You need to advise your parents soonest Alex". Alex nodded, "They know Max is here" he replied, "You know full well Liam is in my fathers pocket". "Well there is the protocol to follow Alex irrelevant of your lineage" she informed him. The dowager queen sat back "Max has to meet the king first in private" she said. Max nodded "I have been told that is what to expect" he said, "Oops! Your majesty". "Max!" she said giving him a warning look, "Drop the majesty address now" the dowager queen informed him. Alex chuckled "God you know more than me!" he said looking at Max. "You know the queen lost a bet about Alex being gay" she suddenly said making Max choke. "Granny!" Alex remarked smirking at her, "I do apologise Max she is a little cuckoo". Max looked at Alex in shock "Ignore him Max there is nothing wrong with me" she said laughing. "I am trying to get her committed so I can have the Victoria tiara" Alex said looking at her. "Everyone wants that blasted tiara" she said looking at Max, "Maybe you would like it as well?". Max shook his head "No thank you, anyway I don't have the head for it" he replied. Alex nodded "Max is the person I met in Mauritius" he said. "Ah right! The infamous young man" she said nodding, "And this is now serious?" she asked looking at Max. "Yes your majesty" Max replied staring back at her, "I love your grandson" he said softly. "You need to be blind not to see it" she said seeing through them both and their love. Alex waved his finger at his grand mother "I think she is approving you" he said to Max. "Am I?" she remarked smiling, "Max you have a lot to learn being in this dysfunctional family". "Granny I think he has figured that out already" Alex said glancing at Max who nodded. She studied Max making him nervous before she spoke "Then Max, I would love to help you" she offered sincerely. "Wow!" Max said looking gobsmacked, "I mean thank you I would like that". "Excellent!" she said looking satisfied, "Now eat max you are driving me crazy looking at the food". They took a leisurely breakfast, Alex certainly felt more at ease since gaining his grand mothers approval in such a way that she would teach Max. One thing Alex had learnt from his mother was that his grand mother never offered to help in such a way, she took great amusement in watching them fall flat on their face and Alex knew that his grand mother still yielded quite a lot of clout when required. Max learnt about the dowager queen and the protocols surrounding her and was completely spell bound by her and her knowledge. By the time they finished breakfast and got back to Alex's apartments a footman arrived delivering a note from the king requesting Max to attend at 10am in the formal lounge. He was also to meet the dowager queen at 11am the main palace where she wanted to take Max on a portrait tour since she had a keen interest in art herself, that and it was a history lesson of the royal family. Alex took Max into the main part of the palace and the ballroom that was being prepared for later that day. Everywhere he went in the palace he was finding each room more awesome and the ballroom was no exception, decorated so intricately and symmetrical, the chandeliers adorning the high ceiling sparkled like new. Every person they came across stopped and bowed following protocol, Max being acknowledged yet not addressed as he was accompanying the prince. It would never cross his mind right then to what extent the changes would have on him as a person, he was thinking ahead anxiously as the minutes went by until he was due to meet with the king. "I have to admit it scares me dating you seeing all this and how people react to you" Max admitted looking at him. Alex smiled holding his hand "I don't want to be locked away in a palace" Max said making it clear. "Are we making demands already?" Alex asked making Max smile. Alex kissed him gently "Importantly Max, you are what I want and you are a sensible person to love and keep me real". It was the first time Alex had openly kissed Max in a public area of the palace and the household present had all but stopped and looked over. Alex realised the ballroom had gone deathly quiet and looked around seeing the many heads turning back to what they were doing. It felt like an exhibition of Alex making his love for Max clear for everyone to see. Max looked as well then turned to Alex "I am sure there was a compliment in there somewhere". "Max you won the dowager queen over within minutes" Alex reminded him, "That has never been done". "You mean there were more before me?" Max asked smirking. "No, I mean Alden's choices, even my father the king" Alex said putting his arm around Max. Max smiled "Your grand mother is very astute and aware of what is going on" he remarked. Alex laughed "Oh yes, don't be fooled she knows every thing and all the gossip, trust me!" he replied. They walked in silence for a while until Alex stopped "You are going to staying?" he asked. Max turned to Alex "I love you Alex, plain and simple. Why the question?" he asked back at him. Alex shrugged "Reassurance you won't go running off" he replied quietly, "Now you know everything". "I am in awe of you Alex that goes without saying. But I want to be with you no matter what" Max assured him. Alex smiled in relief "We should get you ready to meet my father" he said. "The king?" Max asked like a stupid question that he already knew the answer to. "All you need to do is be you Max" Alex replied then stopped facing him, "And you stay with me". Max looked at him "I have a feeling saying no to you is not going to be an option" he replied flashing Alex a sexy smile. Alex kissed him again "Anyway I kind of promised in bed to stay here forever" Max reminded him. Their walk back to Alex's apartments was met with Liam arriving back. Max sat in the lounge and cancelled his flight back to London the following afternoon, staring at the cancellation notice of his flight he couldn't help thinking that every action was severing the life he knew and comfortable with. He never imagined that the impulsive decision to chase Alex down would end this way and building a new life here in the palace and Monrovia, but then what did he expect? He had no idea when he would be going home now, he sent a text to David his boss telling him he was taking an extended holiday, then he called his parents to explain he won't be home for Christmas and left it at that without disclosing anything. His parents knew from the call that their son had made contact with the prince even without saying as such. Liam was watching Max from the dressing room and Alex was watching Liam. "What's the matter?" Alex asked looking concerned at Liam's expression. "Hmm, nothing Alex" Liam replied walking over to him, "Is Max staying?" he asked. "I guess so unless my parents say otherwise" Alex replied, "He is finding it hard I think". Liam smiled "Stop worrying Alex. Artem and I will help him find his feet" he said assuring him. Alex walked in to lounge "It is done" Max said, "My parents understand and I have promised to call them". Alex sat next and kissed him "We can go to London for new year" he suggested. Max looked at him "Really?" he asked and Alex nodded, "Thank you Alex" he said kissing him. Artem appeared with a footman who was carrying several boxes wrapped with green ribbon, they both bowed addressing Alex and Artem then instructed the footman to put the boxes in the dressing room. "What on earth is all that?" Alex asked curiously watching the footman. "Josh sent these over for Max" Artem said handing Max a hand written card from Josh. Max read it aloud "Thought you might need some clothes as well. Love Josh". Alex sat back smiling "Love Josh" he sniggered, "Ooh Josh I love you" he mocked. "Can't help being adorable can I?" Max replied sitting back grinning. Alex walked over to the window "Snowing again" he said, "It is time" he said turning to Max. Opening the doors to his apartment two footmen were walking towards them 'Your royal highness' they both said and bowed, one took position in front and the other behind accompanying Alex and Max to the formal lounge. Alex kissed Max reminding him to be himself and remember the most important thing was to refer to him as Prince Alexander not Alex in front of his parents for the moment. He backed off as they approached the doors. The footman on duty nodded and opened the door 'Your majesty Mr Max Westwood-Lymm' he said announcing Max to the king then bowed and returned nodding again. Max glanced over at Alex who smiled for reassurance and nodded for him to enter, his head going over the protocol he needed to follow as he stepped inside. Instantly Max's breath was taken away, the formal lounge looked and felt incredibly cosy with a fireplace adorned with a huge Christmas garland. The cream almost white walls and gold gilded coving and chandelier all gave an appearance of royal opulence and elegance. The cream sofa and red velvet high baked chairs added a contrasting colour and luxurious appeal. His eyes fixed forward stepping towards the fireplace where he stopped. "Your majesty" he said to the king then bowed. "Welcome Mr Westwood-Lymm" the king said waving his hand to where he should sit "Please sit". The king waited until the footman left closing the door "Finally. Mauritius Max?" he asked. Max nodded "I am your majesty" he replied nervously wondering where this was going. The king smiled "Relax Max I am not here to put a spanner in the works" he said. "Thank you your majesty" Max replied bowing his head again even though he was seated. The king tapped his chin "What happened in London?" he asked straight out. Max nervously shook his head "I was taken back, scared when I found out about Prince Alexander". "And now?" the king asked looking at him. "I see he is still the person I fell in love with" Max said trying to be calm. The king studied him in silence for a moment "You will not run from him again?" he asked. Max lowered his head "I made a mistake and it took my parents to tell me that. And no I won't". The king nodded "I am putting a lot of trust in you Max, you would be good for my son". "Thank you your majesty" Max replied sincerely and the king smiled and leaned forward. "I need you committed to Prince Alexander, support him morally, be by his side" he added seriously. Max nodded "And you need to stop being so nervous now" the kind added with a smile. "Sorry" Max replied feeling a little more relaxed, "I am in well over my head" he joked. The king laughed "We all are Max, this is no walk in the park being royal even for us". The king stood up "I will smooth the way for you as much as I can Max" he said as the doors opened. Max looked around "Err... How do I leave a room?" he asked looking confused. "I will walk you to the door" the king said chuckling, "You will stay for Christmas?" he asked. "Well Alex, I mean Prince Alexander has asked me to stay" Max replied cautiously. The king smiled "If I know my son he has already moved you in permanently" he added looking at Max. "I think he has your majesty" Max replied, "But I will not outstay my invitation here". "Nonsense Max, if you are to be with Prince Alexander then this will be your home" the king said. "Thank you your majesty" Max said kindly, "Oh and great portrait of the queen" he said stumbling his words. The king looked at him and stopped walking "Really?" he asked, "Do you have an interest in art?". "I majored in art, post modern and historical masters" Max explained to the king who smiled. "Do you paint?" the king asked looking pleasantly surprised by this revelation. Max grinned "Well I can paint but not to your extent your majesty" he replied. The king laughed "Max that portrait took me a year to get right, you try getting the queen to sit still". Max laughed "That is why I only draw landscapes" he said to the kings amusement. "Max you are welcome to stay for as long as you like" the king said smiling. Reaching the door Max turned and bowed "Thank you your majesty" he said backing out. The footmen were waiting outside with Alex to accompany Max where he was advised his meeting with the king and queen would be at midday then lunch with the entire royal family at 1pm. The dowager queen appeared and dismissed the footmen instantly. Alex waved good bye to Max laughing as his grand mother whisked Max off on his portrait history lesson, Alex reminding her that Max was meeting the king and queen at 1pm. Max was surprised to learn how things had progressed so quickly in one day after the dowager queen informed him that it usually takes several weeks for all this to happen. They spent half an hour doing a whistle stop tour of past monarchs portraits explaining about each one and when they reigned. The dowager queen was suitably impressed by Max and his knowledge of art for such a young man even the various other paintings on their return to the royal residence he could tell her who the artist was. Alex was was sat on the floor casually chatting to Tom who was on duty, he smiled seeing them appear and Tom held his hand out helping Alex to his feet. Max bowed to the dowager queen thanking her for her time, she told him not to be nervous and that she would attend in a short while for some moral support as she left them. "My parents are inside" Alex said checking his watch noticing Max looked anxious but less nervous now. "I hope your mother approves of me" Max replied trying to make it sound light hearted. Alex smiled "Listen my grand mother likes you and she is the harder one to crack". "Good luck!" Tom said quietly giving Max another cheeky wink. Alex stood in front of Tom "Stop flirting with my man!" he said watching Tom holding himself together. "He is going to giggle" Alex said tormenting Tom who stood up straight looking at Max. "Stop it!" Tom said trying to ignore Alex, "Are you ready?" he asked and Alex nodded. Tom opened the doors to the formal lounge precisely at midday announcing Max to the king and queen then standing aside he beckoned Max to enter and watched him as he walked in and followed protocol accurately. "Don't worry Max these are will be quick meetings" the king said as they sat down. The queen leaned forward "Prince Alexander talks of you. What are your intentions?" she asked. "I... I love him" Max replied looking unsure if that is what she wanted to know. The queen nodded "I see" she replied looking at Max, "I know Prince Alexander is in love with you". Max half smiled "And what of him being a prince?" the queen now asked catching him by surprise. "Oh!" Max said, "Please understand it was a shock finding out who he is your majesty". "A pleasant one?" the queen asked assessing. Max shook his head "I didn't know what to make of it, I only knew him as Alex" he replied honestly. Tom entered again "Your Majesties, Her Majesty The Dowager Queen Beatrice" he announced bowing. Max watched the king and queen stand and Max knew he was suppose to do the same and quickly got to his feet banging his knee on the table then noticing the queen smile discreetly. Max waited until the king and queen had addressed the dowager queen then followed them. "Please sit back down" the dowager queen insisted then took a seat next to Max patting his knee. The king acknowledged what he saw "Am I to guess you have already met Mr Westwood-Lymm?". "Yes I have" the dowager queen replied, "Such a fine young man" she added. "Do you understand what being with Prince Alexander entails?" the queen asked getting back on track. "No your majesty" Max replied honestly, "Haven't got a clue what I am doing". "I will take responsibility for Mr Westwood-Lymm" the dowager queen now said. The king and queen looked at her and they both nodded "He is a match for Alex" she told them straight out. The queen looked at her husband "I have no objections, this must proceed" she said. "Very well I will convene the council" the king replied standing up with the queen. Max and the dowager queen stood "We will see Prince Alexander and yourself formally at 3pm" the queen said. The king stood and walked towards the fireplace "In the meantime lunch at 1pm Max" the queen added. "Thank you for showing me such generous hospitality your majesties" Max replied bowing. Max watched the king pull a chord next to the fireplace and Tom the footman appeared, Max followed protocol and was accompanied out of the formal lounge, Alex was waiting there patiently and could already hear his parents and grand mother talking. "Well?" Alex asked, "What happened, how did it go?" he spoke quickly desperate to know. Max looked at him "Dam that was surreal!" he said still stunned. "Yes but what did they say are we meeting them later?" Alex asked impatiently. "Well lunch as you know then you and I are to meet them at 3pm" Max replied. Alex jumped forward and kissed him "That is brilliant, still a few hurdles to go" he said. Max smiled "The dowager queen said she would vouch and take responsibility for me" he added. "Wow!" Alex replied looking shocked, "Max that is so significant" he exclaimed excitedly. Elias appeared replacing Tom "Are you finished for the day?" Alex asked looking at him. Tom bowed "Your highness, yes I have six hours free then on duty for the royal ball" he replied. "Okay Alex said, listen at 2pm do you want to take Max and show him the gym and pool?" he asked. "Wait you have a gym and a pool?" Max asked looking shocked as they walked off together. "Yes" Alex replied like it was normal, "How else do you think we all keep fit!" he said laughing. "I will collect you at 2pm from the prince's private quarters" Tom informed Max who nodded. Alex stood in front of Tom "And keep your hands off, he is mine!" he said in a hushed tone. Tom chuckled "Prince Alexander" he said with a stilly seductive voice, "One day... you and I". Max stifled a laugh "Don't worry I will get you as well!" Tom said bowing "Your royal highness". "I will be quick" Alex said to Max, "I have to meet with my parents at 2pm, my formal request" he explained. Max nodded and Tom slipped inside the passageway by the grand staircase and was gone. Alex and Max laughed chatting away as they went upstairs and along the corridor to the west wing and the private quarters. "Hopefully we won't have to do this for long" Alex said closing the doors. Max looked curiously at him "Do what?" he asked intrigued by his comment. "Hide away up here" Alex replied, "If all goes well we will be able to use the family rooms not be cooped up here". "I wouldn't call this being cooped up Alex!" Max said laughing, "You mean the rooms downstairs?" he asked. "Yes" Alex replied standing closer to Max, "Now kiss me you sexy fucker!" he said grinning. Max smirked "I can kiss and do you in 20 minutes" he replied grabbing Alex and pulling him close. "I bet" Alex said giggling away, "We have lunch though with the entire family". Max kissed then held Alex in his arms "Look what you have reduced me to Alex" he said happily. Alex leaned back staring at him "You stole my heart on the beach! That selfie you took...". "I think it said it all" Max replied before Alex could finish, "I saw you it in your eyes". Gently he kissed Alex again and it was becoming evident to them both how seriously and deeply they had fallen for each other. Not only did they see it but also the king and queen saw a magic between them over lunch, despite Max still looking anxious in their presence and forgetting to refer to Alex and Prince Alexander a few times. It took a while before Max really began to relax and conversation flowed where his life was being explored by the king and queen finding out as much as possible. Princess Marie and her husband had joined them for lunch and she was firing questions at Max as well. In her late thirties Princess Marie the youngest child of the dowager queen was the spitting image of her mother. Being a six year age difference between the king and princess they almost grew up in different worlds, in twist of fate Alex was a chip off her block and slightly rebellious at the whole royal charade for many years culminating in her relationship with Drew her protection officer at the time. A couple of years older than the princess he was a stunning looking man at the prime of physical fitness. The more Alex got to know Drew the more he understood how his auntie had at the young age of 24 fallen head over heels in love with him, in fact just like Liam, Drew was devoted to her service and still remained so to this day even in marriage. Knowing all the details now from his conversation with his father at Greenacres he could see the similar pattern that was evolving between Liam and himself. Everything that had happened with Liam in the last couple of days made things appear so clearly, Liam was protecting the prince from falling in to the same type of relationship even though it was now his protection officer who was scared of what was happening. Lunch was going so quickly with Max under the spotlight, even Alden sat there enjoying the show and offering the occasional ribbing of Max and eventually telling him he was way to good for his brother. Not being quite sure what to expect at lunch, Max was surprised how really ordinary the food was and how ordinary they acted as a family all together in private. Maybe it wasn't going to be that daunting he thought to himself and was certainly being made to feel very welcome by the entire family. The one thing Max had not counted on was how busy he was being with hardly any time to really stop and think about everything going on, every time he passed a window Max would look out at the snow covered grounds that stretched of to the distance. Whilst it was a far cry from the view he was use to it gave him a satisfaction and sensibility about his decision. "Penny for your thoughts?" Alex asked coming up behind Max making him jump slightly. Max kissed him on the cheek "Waiting for you" he replied as Alex put his arms around him. "How as your tour with Tom?" Alex asked, "Did he try it on with you?" he giggled. "No" Max replied glancing at Alex, "How did it go with your parents?" he asked. "Fine, they asked if this was what I really wanted" Alex replied, "Are you definitely sure Max?". Max nodded "Yes Alex" he replied, "I feel like... Silly really, like you is who I was waiting for". Alex smiled and turned Max around "My family like you Max and my father is making this happen". Max watched a footman walk past "I am scared, not of being with you but everything around you". "I get it Max" Alex said holding his hands, "If I am honest I don't know what the royal part holds". Max looked confusingly at him "I will find work here in Victoria, maybe work for Josh" he said. Alex laughed "No way am I leaving you and him alone together!" he exclaimed adamantly with a huge grin. "Either way I have to find somewhere to live and work here if that is what you want" Max said. Alex nodded "You will live here with me" he said making sure Max understood that. Max chuckled "I could get a job as a footman, working along side Tom" he suggested. Alex laughed "And how would that work when you are suppose to attend engagements with me?". "All in good time Max. Let's get through this bit first" Alex said kissing him. Alex checked his phone and suggested they get changed for afternoon tea, they climbed the semi circular staircase and Max confident now he knew the way took Alex's hand and lead him to the west wing of the palace and Alex's private quarters. Artem had hung the exquisite tuxedo Josh had sent over for Max and he was busy admiring it when Artem breezed in and ran through the shirts for Alex until he chose one then helped him dress. Max sat there giggling away finding this all amusing and quite surreal. Artem glanced at him "Don't worry you are next Max" he said winking at him. "Not likely, I can dress myself thank you" Max said opening the boxes from Josh. Artem came over and slapped his hand away "Not on my watch you don't, toe the line Max or else!". Alex was laughing so hard as Max sat there like a naughty child "Stand up" Artem demanded to Max. It was like a comedy show that Alex sat down and watched laughing continuously, each time Max went to unfasten a button Artem would slap his hand away. When he had unfastened Max did them back up again, the game went on until they almost had each other on the floor in a play fight. "Stop it" Artem said sitting on the floor sulking, "Do it yourself then" he said giving up. Max stood up straight "Sorry Artem, come on then" he said looking apologetically. "If you start again I will get Liam in here to hold you down!" Artem warned. "Seriously!" Max replied, "Now I will play you up" he said grinning stupidly. Artem rolled his eyes "Everybody loves Liam, everybody wants to touch Liam" he said jokingly, "blah! blah! blah!". Max smirked "Man you are jealous. Have you been there then?" he asked to which Artem rolled his eyes again. Alex stopped laughing "He is as straight as they come Max" he said standing up. Both dressed with ten minutes to spare Alex looked Max up and down and nodded then kissed him lovingly trying to reassure him that he looked fine. As they exited the apartment two footmen stood there waiting, bowing their heads 'Your royal highness, sir' they both said then the elder to the two spoke 'The King and Queen have insisted protocol is followed' he said. Liam came out of his door in his protection uniform and stood behind Alex. They followed the footmen until they reached the family room where two footmen stood on guard at the doors. The elder footman stopped 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander and guest have an audience with their Majesties the King and Queen on Monrovia' he said clearly. Hearing those words was enough to bring Max's nerves back until Alex took his hand and squeezed it lightly. Liam sensing Max's nerves stepped forward 'Don't worry Max this meeting has to follow protocol' he said hoping it would go some way to reassure him. One of the footman at the door had disappeared inside and returned 'Their Majesties The King and Queen of Monrovia will see His Royal Highness and guest' he said as both doors were opened. The two footmen stepped aside bowing their head and holding position until Alex and Max had walked past them in to the formal lounge. Alex stepped forward 'Your Majesties' he said bowing his head then raising it he stepped forward and kissed his mother and father on both cheeks. The king nodded and Liam was about to instruct Max but he took a breath and confidently stepped forward 'Your majesties' he said nervously first bowing to the king then the queen. Liam stepped to Max's side 'Your majesties' he said bowing his head then backed out of the room. The king invited them all to sit down and they just managed to to get comfortable when the doors opened again 'Her Majesty the Dowager Queen Beatrice' the footman announced as she came bustling in to the room. Everyone stood as the dowager queen approached and kissed her son and daughter-in law on the cheek. Max noticed that the dowager queen didn't curtsy or address them, then he remembered Liam mentioning on their walk that the dowager queen was a majesty and equal in stature but not rights. Alex then addressed the dowager queen and bowed then Max followed suit. "Max how lovely to see you again" she said, "Are they giving you a good grilling?" she asked. "Never mind sit next to me Max" the dowager queen said taking her seat on the sofa. "Where are we up to?" she asked, "What did I miss?" she was throwing questions looking at them all. "Granny calm down" Alex said patting her hand, "We have only just arrived". The king chuckled as a butler appeared serving afternoon tea for them all. Max felt slightly more awkward this time yet at the same time it had a feeling of being a very informal type of meeting. Glancing at Alex he noticed how relaxed he appeared and not worried in the slightest. The door opened at the footman announced 'Her Royal Highness Princess Marie Duchess of Victoria and His Lordship The Duke of Victoria' he said bowing his head as they walked past entering the room. Again everyone stood and Max watched Alex so he was sure what he needed to do when introduced again. It was strange watching this as Princess Marie curtsied to Alex then he bowed to her, her husband who he now realised held no actual royal title. He was still a Duke holding a privileged title which meant Max had to bow his head and refer to him as sir as instructed by the dowager queen who seemed to be loving her new new role as Max's mentor. The queen waited until the butler left "And what of your family?" the queen now asked. "Well they know where I am" Max replied, "But not what I am doing here your majesty". The queen smiled "You must make yourself at home Max especially over Christmas" she said. Max nodded "Your majesty, may I take the prince to London for new year?" he suddenly asked. The queen laughed "Do you think Alex can just hop on a plane?" she asked shaking her head. "Sorry" Max replied, "I keep forgetting it is not that easy" he said glancing at Alex and looking a little sad. The queen studied him for a moment "I don't see why not, that is if it can be arranged in time". "Your majesty, would Alex... I mean Prince Alexander be allowed to stay at my home?" Max asked. "We will discuss with council" the king replied, "And yes you must introduce Alex to your family". The next hour saw the royal formality dropped and a very casual afternoon tea talking about Max and his life. Just before 4pm the king stood and said he would see Max at the gala ball that evening. Alex stood and bowed and Max followed his lead and left the formal lounge. "Well?" the queen asked as they walked back to their royal apartments. The king stopped "You realise Alex is head over heels in love with him and won't settle for anything else" he said. The queen nodded "Then you need to make sure this happens" she replied, "I like him, nervous as hell though". The king smiled and they carried on walking "The governor is already on side" he informed her. "Good, I can't believe he won the dowager queen over so quickly" the queen added. The king chuckled "But then Alex is a chip off her block in many ways so it makes sense" the queen said. All the members of the royal chamber council were attending the ball that evening and the king sent word summoning them all to attend 30 minutes early to discuss Prince Alexander and Max.

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I’ve had men remain fully clothed and simply unzip, and I’ve had them strip down to every level from there to nude. (I’m always slightly bemused by a man who will take off every stitch of clothing to full-body-contact fuck me…with his hat on.) What you choose to say to the cumdump, if anything, is also purely discretionary, and a seasoned cumdump will take his cue from what you do or don’t say. Some men are friendly and downright chatty; some say no more than what’s necessary; some incorporate their talk into their play in sensual, filthy, and/or degrading ways - I get told I’m a whore and a faggot quite a lot and it seems to invigorate them - and sometimes they don’t say a single word. One young man in Louisville has bred me several times, and has not uttered a syllable beyond a heavy, satisfied sigh while he unloads in me. For all I know he’s mute. You do you. In the event that you should find yourself in an anon, impromptu group sharing an ass, there is no rulebook to follow about how to behave. You just go with it. My advice is to be observant, and be conscious of the needs, appetites and tastes that the other men express. Enter into it in the spirit of a mutually shared pleasure, and strive to ensure that everyone is able to participate to the level that he wishes, without pressure to perform. Be yourself and don’t worry about what the others may be thinking - your open sexuality will be a turn-on. Importantly, do not monopolize the holes. Make sure the cocks are getting their turns, rotating through several times until spent. The worst thing Tops can do in these situations, I find, is stand apart at a distance, watching wordlessly until one finishes fucking. It simply makes the one fucking feel put on the spot and under pressure to both perform and to hurry. But again, I think you’ll find that most times it will just be you and the cunt in the room. Don’t be hesitant, and don’t be bashful! Cumdumps like me were put on earth to ensure that Tops like you never have to go a single day without fucking a warm, wet hole if you want it. It’s tragic to me when I think that right now, this moment, somewhere there’s a Top beating off in his hand and wishing he could fuck someone, and my ass is sitting here not being fucked. Go out and get you some. And if fate ever brings you to my open door, don’t knock. Just come on in and help yourself.

Was horny as fuck today and decided to head to east side club. I was immediately cruised by a Middle Aged hispanic bear. We went to my room and he pulled out a fat uncut beer can sized cock. I dropped to my knees and began devouring his cock. He aggressively fucked my throat getting his cock nice I wet. I asked him to fuck me and he asked for a condom. I told him raw only and he told me he’d be back for more oral, but no sex without a condom, then left. I chilled a bit in my room, when an older white haired white man cam in my room. He closed the door and dropped his towel revealing a thick cock about 7 inches with a slight downward curve. The curve in his cock made him easy to deep throat, but he was looking to fuck, so after a minute of using my throat, he got me in doggy and shoved his cock deep in my hole. He fucked me hard and aggressive, telling me what a worthless faggot I was. Suddenly, he stopped and told me he’d be back when he was ready to cum. I walked around the club then headed back to the room. Within a few minutes beer can cock came back in my room and I noticed the white haired guy behind him. I started sucking both their cocks, then white haired guy started fucking me while beer can used my throat. I felt white hair pick up the pace and then moaning before shoving in balls deep telling me to take his load. After he pulled out, his cock was replaced by a long skinny cock that was hard as steel. New guy fucked me for a bit, then pulled out and I swapped between sucking his cock and beer can’s. New guy stood on the bed and started face fucking beer can, and beer can pushed my head down on his cock, gagging and choking me for a few minutes. His cock was covered in my throat slime, and with new guy still fucking his face, I impaled myself on beer can’s cock. It felt amazing as his girth filled my hole and tore past my 3rd ring. After riding him for 10 minutes, new guy wanted another turn on my ass and I went back to deep throating beer can. After a few minutes new guy shot his load in me and left. Beer can began to aggressively fuck my throat talking about how I needed to be punished for tricking him into fucking me raw. I apologized and told him I was just too turned on. He told me it was too late that I had done it and he was going to teach me a lesson. He flipped me over, held me down, and shoved his cock in me to the base. He began choking me and slapping me calling me a deceitful whore. He tore my hole up till I felt his cock swell and he release his load deep in me. He told me he hoped I learned my lesson, but if I hadn’t I would soon. I went and rinsed off then went back to my room. An older white muscle daddy came in and asked what I was into. I told him deep throating and getting bred. He said he wasn’t looking to fuck, but he loved head. He pulled out an average looking cock and I began sucking him. He kept getting harder and thicker till he was fully engorged at about 9 inches. He told me what an amazing cock sucker I was and he wanted to share so he opened the door and invited in a middle aged black bear. I alternated sucking their cocks till black bear got behind me and started fucking me till he shot deep in me. He was quickly replaced by a long fat cock that pumped a few times then shot and pulled out. 4 more guys bred me while I sucked muscle daddy. Didn’t see any of them. Muscle daddy told me he didn’t want to cum yet, but would be back when he was ready. A few minutes after he left, a young Indian guy came in my room. He had a large uncut cock and told me he saw me getting fucked so he knew I could take his cock. I sucked him for a bit, but he told me he wanted my hole, so I got on the bed and took a hit of poppers. He went straight past my third ring and said he loved how my used cunt felt on his cock. He fucked me like a mad man till he pulled out full, then shoved in to the base grunting and thrusting hard. he pulled out and I cleaned him up with my throat. After he left a young black twink came in my room and asked if I liked 3 ways. I told him I did and he said he was going to get someone and be right back. He opened the door and muscle daddy was outside. He invited him in and I Began sucking muscle daddy. I tried to suck the twink but he said he only wanted to fuck, so he got behind me and slid in. He came almost immediately, then left. I continued sucking muscle daddy and he told me he was getting ready to cum. I told him I wanted it in my ass, so he slid in and told me he was going to mark me as his bitch as he shot his load deep in me. after he left, I started getting ready to head out, when my door opened and a young black bear came in my room. I said what’s up and he said “I’ve been watching you whore, and I think I know what you want.” I asked him what he meant and he grabbed my by the throat and forced me to my knees. He dropped his towel and whipped out a huge uncut cock. He shoved his cock down my throat while choking me making me gag on his cock. He pounded my throat relentlessly, causing me to gag and vomit mucous and Gatorade all over. He spit in my face and slapped and choked me while continuing his assault on my throat. While choking me and gagging me with his cock, he told me he was going to destroy my hole. He put me on my back and forced his cock in my ass. He was merciless as he aggressively pounded my cunt and assaulted my body, choking and hitting me. He told me he was close, the pulled out, choked me hard, and forced his cock down my throat and she shot and shot down my throat. Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen he pulled out spit in my face and said “you’re welcome whore” and walked out of the room. I’ve never been so exhausted, yet turned on in my life. After that I decided to head out. Still have all their loads in my guts.

I needed a few days to recover from two and a half weeks of breeding chaser #1. He seemed to get a double dose of the conversion flu to make up for the one I didn't seem to get. When my dick had recovered and my balls were full, I went in search of someone new to fuck. While I was looking, I got a message from an early 30's guy. There were only a couple body pics that showed a mostly smooth, thin body, trimmed pubes around a larger cock with an upward curve, and a nicely muscled ass dripping cum. His stats said he was an inch taller and twenty pounds lighter than me. "Hey, hot profile. Looking for poz guys a little older than me that will breed neg holes. Let me know if ur interested" his message said. We messaged a few more times and I made sure he was serious. When I showed up at his apartment, he looked close to the pics on the profile but had added maybe ten pounds. His face wasn't pretty and the mop of straight, stringy hair didn't do him any favors, but he had nice full lips and I'd find out later, a long, talented tongue. I followed his naked body back to a bedroom where he helped me out of my jeans and moments later his mouth was engulfing my quickly hardening cock. I only let him go a few minutes until my cock was covered in spit before grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking him off my shaft. I didn't need to tell him what to do next. The moment I let go of his hair, he scrambled on to the bed, looking back to see if his position on his hands and knees was what I wanted. I nodded and glanced around the room. On the nightstand was a bottle of lube and some poppers. I grabbed the poppers and took a couple hits before sealing the bottle and tossing it on the bed next to his hand. By the time he got the first hit, the head of my cock was resting on his hole. Once I heard his second huff, I thrust my cock in a couple seconds later. He groaned loudly as my cock drove in over half way. I waited a moment and withdrew an inch and shoved back in until my balls slapped into his. I gripped his body and began to plow into his tight hole. The spit really wasn't enough to lube him but my precum began to help. After a dozen strokes, I felt him give a tentative squeeze to my cock. My chuckle told him that he could work his ass however he wanted. I liked a bottom that was part of the fuck and I rarely came from a guy trying to milk the load out of my balls. A few minutes later, his hole got sloppy enough that I could fuck harder. There was a satisfying thud as my body slammed into his. Several minutes later, the friction increased and he started to groan again. I made it a little longer before I felt the cum start to rise and I froze mid thrust, my cock showering his guts with cum. Driving in another couple inches, my cock let out a few more spurts of jizz before I fell forward, planting the rest of my cock in. This time, his firm squeezes did milk out a little more cum, making me laugh and growl out "Greedy fucker, aren't ya." We laid there on the bed, both of us breathing heavy. He had a big grin on his face and there was a smaller one on mine, too. "So, is it just the high from the risk or do you really want to get infected" I asked, choosing the most unglamorous word I could think of to describe what I had just tried to do. "I want to get pozzed. I've been chasing for three years and the desire just keeps getting stronger. I have a deal with some other guys that the first one of us to get charged up, does the other four. I want to be the one that gets to do it" he explained, the grin getting a little more sinister. "Hmm, that means you're versatile, then" I said. "Not for the past couple years. I became a total bottom until I get pozzed" he replied. Any thoughts that I had that he was going to regret me breeding him vanished. "That's quite the commitment. Looks like I may have to breed you a few more times to make sure you get to top again soon. This city is desperate for more tops" I said. "You're really toxic? You're not catfishin' me to get in my ass?" he asked. I got up and pulled my phone out of my jeans and flipped around and showed him the screenshot of my test results. "Fuck yeah! I'll take as much of that as you want to share" he said. "As I've heard from a few guys... It's fun trying" I replied. I continued to follow Chris' method and we fucked four or five days a week for the next few weeks until he called me to say he was sick as a dog and couldn't meet. As horrible as he sounded, there was excitement in his voice. "Don't forget about your buddies. End their chase like I did yours" I told him. That evening I was back on the apps looking for my next target. Instead of 'neg for poz' in my search, I changed it to 'neg for any' and began looking at the new set of guys. One guy caught my eye and I looked at his profile several times. He was younger than I usually looked for but a little older than the college guys looking for their daddy fix. The four pics showed that he was proud of his hairy body. Brown fur covered his chest, abs, back, ass and legs. Even the pic of him sucking a thick black cock showed he wore a very bushy beard. His body size put him into the 'cub' category and it looked like he was no stranger to the gym. I must have looked at it a few too many times since he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Sorry, I don't like to know I'm playing with poz guys. I like some mystery." That's when I found out it was good to have a second profile that skipped or changed some info. After thinking about it a while, I made several changes to make the profiles look different. I wasn't going to lie and say I was neg or ten years younger, but I shaved a few pounds off and listed my status as "ask me." My age and sizes were very similar, but the pics and text were very different. To make it less obvious, I waited a week before I contacted the muscle cub from my new profile. To my surprise, he replied when he logged in a day later. The discussion seemed to indicate his kinks were limited to barebacking, breeding, piss and bukkake. While I was into the first three, the last one didn't do anything for me since I preferred to shoot my cum inside a guy. He also said he preferred very little talking during sex. Grunts, moans and groans were fine but that was it. I guess it fit in with not having the top's status getting divulged. We met up at his apartment and I figured I'd have one chance at tapping him. While he hadn't said anything explicit, it didn't sound like he hooked up with the same guy more than one or two times. "Hey, glad you could make it" was about all the words he said, other than "bye" when I left. His voice was deep but casual. Grunts and moans were all that filled his bedroom for the next hour. Most of the time I was behind him, fucking him over the side of the bed, on his hands and knees, on his knees or flat on his stomach. My cock drilled him hard and soft, with short strokes and long. I loved feeling his sweaty body against mine while we rutted as nature intended - bare. His hole was slick with precum for most of our fuck and as with the other neg guys, I leaked more than normal while fucking him. Maybe it was because I found him sexier than most guys I hooked up with. Part of that sexiness was his confidence. He didn't try to overplay his masculinity. He acted like an average guy that liked risky sex. I just happened to think he was a lot hotter than your average guy. Muscle cub was a little reluctant when I flipped him on his back for a few more minutes of pounding before I dumped my second load into him. I doubt he knew I had already bred him while I fucked him earlier when I got myself too close prevent shooting my charged load in. I kept plowing through several shots, coating his guts with my cum. The second load was almost as big as the first, but I pumped it in fully planted in his ass. His eyes were closed but the expression on his face told me he knew I had filled him with my seed. My face had a very big, satisfied grin on it and had moaned a drawn out "ah fuck yeah" with the last few spurts. A week later I got a message from him. "Hey. Was hoping we could meet up again. Been really busy and no sex since we hooked. Not going to have much time next week either so I want to meet someone I know is gonna fuck good and leave me dripping" he said. It was pretty flattering and it was hard to refuse spending some more time fucking the stud. I was supposed to meet a friend for beers when muscle cub was free, so I did what any horny gay guy would do. We spent almost two hours playing this time. We started on the couch with him sucking me. He spent a lot more time getting my cock hard and wet than our first meet and I played with his ass almost as long. My tongue loved his furry ass and hole and my fingers did too. I didn't get my fist in, but four fingers were able to stretch him open. I even got a few encouraging words from him. By the time I pressed my bare cock into his ass, my beard was dripping spit and his hole was gaping nicely. My cock slipped in easily but as soon as I bottomed out, he clamped down and let out a deep moan. The more relaxed pace let me spend more time plowing into his talented hole and enjoy feeling our bodies completely connected. We both worked up a good sweat and I loved rubbing his body with my hands and feeling the damp fur under my palm or on my chest. I fucked him over the end of the sofa in a few positions before finally breeding his hole. That was when he spoke for the first time during sex, telling me how he loved feeling my cock throb inside him. When we had recovered, he pushed me toward the bedroom for round two. He might have been a bottom but there wasn't a submissive bone in his body. He wasn't aggressive enough to be a power bottom either, but there were signs that he might be on his way there. While I first thought that he might want to cuddle while my balls refilled, that wasn't what he planned. I quickly found myself between his legs, sucking on his nice, thick cock. This was new territory and one that I didn't mind at all. I considered myself ninety percent top these days, back to what I was with my cumwhore of an ex. I'd briefly moved to fifty-fifty versatile with Chris, but that was now over. Sucking dick was always one of those things that I loved to do but it needed the right guy. Muscle cub was perfect for this. A nice cock, a good attitude and the chance that I'd be swallowing his last neg load made for a very satisfying blowjob. Twenty minutes of sucking, licking and stroking his shaft gave me plenty of time to ready load number two. From his cock, I licked down to his hairy ass and licked my cum that was leaking out of the tight pucker. My tongue dug in, fucking him a few moments before my now stiff cock was ready to slide back into the warm, wet confines of his pussy. Unlike our fuck a week before, muscle cub had no issue with me fucking him on his back. At first he held his thick legs back while I drilled his hole before eventually resting them on my shoulders. Last time he kept his eyes closed and grunted occasionally, this time his eyes were locked on to mine and the grin from before got bigger. The moans and grunts got louder too. "Fuck yeah! Pound that hole" he growled out, almost making me jump back. I chuckled and growled back "Yeah? Like that cock drilling into your hole? You like me churning up that load from earlier?" "Uh huh. I feel some of it drippin out... you better put some back in" he groaned out in response. This was the type of banter I liked to have during sex. It had been sorely missing from our first fuck and I wondered if he wanted to avoid any conversation that might have hinted at mine or his status. I hadn't fucked enough chasers to have anything like that become part of my normal fuck-talk so it was easy to avoid. I pounded him harder until finally my balls couldn't keep their viral contents inside. I growled as spurts of cum showered his guts and he yelled out "Oh god yeah!" My body shuddered and shook during the intense orgasm and when it faded we were staring at each other. I pulled out and rolled over on to the bed next to him, still breathing heavily. It was his turn to get between my legs and suck the cum from my shaft and balls. He was surprisingly gentle but I doubt he missed a drop of semen, whether he licked it up or coated his beard with it. He continued long enough to make my cock start to stiffen again. I was pleasantly surprised when he crawled on top of me and lined up my cock to his very slick hole. He rode me for about ten minutes until I could tell his legs were starting to burn. I tugged him toward me and on to his knees while I took over and drilled his ass for another five minutes before I unleashed a few more ropes of cum into him. "Thanks... that was fuckin awesome. I haven't fucked like that in a few years" he said a minute later. "Yeah, that was damn good" I replied. Once he had crawled off of me, I went in search of my clothes. While he was a lot more vocal and friendly this time, it was still just a hookup and I knew it was time to head home. Part of me expected a message from him a week later, but I didn't get one. The next week was the same and by then I was fucking a couple other guys anyway. I finally saw him online a month or so later. I was using my original poz status account and checked out his profile. A smile came over my face as I saw the change in his status. About a half hour later he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Wanna hookup some time?" Chuckling, I replied "Thanks. Sorry, I prefer the challenge of neg guys."

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This is a not so short continuation of some characters from my story "A Brother In Trouble" centered around Ric and his first year at university (where BiT left off with him). It started out short, but I got carried away. He was introduced in Chapter 29 - and was in several other chapters after that. For those that just want a brief setup... Ric had turned 18 and his father was worried about his lack of sexual activity and hired an escort for Ric to get over his first-time anxiety. First a woman and when that failed (she told Ric's dad "he's a fag"), then a male escort (Joe) who took his virginity and gave him HIV. Ric embraced his new status and soon found several new gay friends at school who were eager for Ric share his bug with them. He helped Joe out with an escorting gig and did some work on his own, including one meet where he worked with another escort while touring a college campus in California. That led to him doing a scene in an adult video. The college is near where Joe (and his boyfriend Kyle) relocated after Joe graduated college. This story starts with Ric's first/freshman year in college. The first post is a little long due to some setup for the story. There are 6 Chapters, each have a few parts to them. ------- Chapter 1.1 - A Rough Start ------- The beginning of Ric's freshman year in college hadn't started out as good as he had hoped. He moved into his assigned dorm room and had just finished unpacking when his roommate arrived. He laid on his lumpy bed reading while the guy unpacked a pair of suitcases and four boxes of stuff. With most of the things put away, the guy introduced himself. "Hey, by the way I'm Steve, if you hadn't already figured that out from the nameplate" he said. "Hi, I'm Ric. I already scratched out the last part on the card. I don't know why they used my full name and your nickname" Ric replied. Steve shrugged his shoulders and picked up a red bandanna and tied it in a loop before hanging it over the door knob. "Know what that's for?" Steve asked. Ric thought quickly and knew of a few uses but doubted he'd be so lucky to have a gay roommate, especially one that knew about the old hanky code he'd read about. He also hoped that it wasn't there in case he wanted something quick to gag or tie up someone he wanted to rape, so he played dumb. "No I don't" he replied. "It tells you or me that someone's in here fuckin some bitch and to go away for a while. If you see it hangin outside don't try and come in" Steve explained, seeming a little disgusted at Ric's naivete. Ric replied "gotcha" and started to realize that he probably wasn't going to have much in common with his new roommate. "'Course a guy like you probably has tons of girls beggin to get your dick" Steve said just as Ric started reading again. "Yeah... a few" Ric replied nonchalantly. He wasn't quite ready to tell Steve that he was gay and wondered if he should take the pride bracelet he'd hung on a hook next to his keys down before his roommate noticed it. Ric had tried straight sex two more times since he graduated and each time couldn't stay hard to actually fuck. Foreplay seemed to be ok, but the thought of plowing a girl's pussy just turned him off. The condoms didn't help, either. With guys, the moment he saw guy's bare ass his dick immediately sprang up. Both of the girls knew he was gay but were sure with the right girl they could turn him straight. "Got a girlfriend, Ric?" asked Steve. "Nah, I'd rather just fuck around. Even my dad told me to avoid getting serious until after I'd graduated and not get married as young as he did" Ric replied. It was close to the truth too, he liked fucking a variety of guys he definitely preferred having fuckbuddies. While some of his friends back home were more on the "fuck" side and others were on the "buddy" side, his dick had gone into almost all of them. "Yeah, I know. My old man said fuck all ya want just don't get em preggers" Steve replied. Ric nodded but started to wonder if Steve's only thoughts were on sex. As much Ric loved fucking, it wasn't the only thing on his mind. Steve continued to blather on and Ric was wondering if it would ever end. They hit dinner down at the cafeteria and Steve disappeared afterwards, saying he was going to go look around campus. The third day was when Steve spotted the bracelet. "What the heck is that?" Steve asked, pointing at the bracelet. And that's where things started to go downhill. Two days later, Steve walked in with the Resident Assistant. "Dude, I just can't do it. I didn't sleep at all last night thinkin that you were gonna fuck my ass." Ric looked incredulous. "Yeah, and not a damn thing happened. You're not my type... not even close. You probably get laid more than I do unless all that big talk is just BS" Ric said, his blood boiling at that point. "Settle down, you two. I got another room for you to move to, Ric" the RA said. "Why do I have to move? Make the homophobic asshole find a new hole to crawl into" Ric snarled. In the end, Ric packed his stuff up just to get away from Steve before he punched his face in. His second roommate was slightly better, but still made a few too many comments that Ric didn't appreciate. This time it was Ric at the RA's room asking for another room. It took a few days but finally Ric was moving again. Instead of down the hall, it was over to a different building. Rather than just getting shuffled to an empty space again, Ric met the other guy before agreeing to move. "Hi, Eddy?" Ric said as he knocked on the open door. "Yeah, come on in" Eddy replied. They shook hands and Ric sat down on the empty bed and Eddy on his. Ric started out with his interrogation and Eddy calmly replied to each question. After almost thirty minutes Ric paused and Eddy said "Is that all? I have a few questions of my own." Ric chuckled and then apologized before Eddy began questioning him back. They finished up an hour after they started when Eddy had to leave for class. Ric moved in the next day and hoped the third room was last of his moves. Eddy seemed to have no issues with his sexual preference and just asked Ric not to lock him out 'too often' and to be respectful. Ric assumed that meant he shouldn't make out with anyone in front of Eddy or make him feel uncomfortable by doing things like watching porn when he was around. Both were things he could deal with and hoped it worked both ways. While Ric had been up front about his sexual preference, Eddy had stayed silent, not saying if he was gay, straight, bi or even asexual. He was a couple years older than Ric and Eddy told him the first roommate he had that semester dropped out to deal with family issues. As he settled into his new home, Ric made a list of all the things he still needed to do. The first was to get a new sim card for his "work" phone. He knew he was going to have to do a few escorting jobs to pad his bank account since things seemed a lot more expensive here than back home. He sent off a few messages to people that he wanted to keep in touch with, telling them that the old number would go dead in a couple weeks and he would send his new number that afternoon. One by one he got responses ranging from "ok" to a thumbs-up emoji. With his new number active, he sent out another round of messages. This time, some of the responses were a little more verbose. "hope it gets a lot of action", "want to talk about a new project" and "hope we work together again soon" were some that he got back. Ric smiled, happy that most of the guys were still interested in meeting. One item down and a dozen more to go. He headed off to one of his classes and sat through the boring lecture. He knew most of these freshman classes were pretty useless since he knew most of the stuff already, but he would need them to graduate and wanted to get them out of the way. The next morning he woke up as he heard Eddy getting ready for his 8 am math class. "He must be a morning person, I could never get my brain working on that stuff this early" Ric thought. He got up and wandered to the big shared guys bathroom in just his sleeping shorts and some sandals with a towel over his shoulder and his toiletry bag in his hand. He waited for one of the showers to free up and noticed one guy come out of the far end shower and a second later another guy poke his head out of the same shower to see if anyone was there. The shocked look on the second guy as he saw Ric staring back at him brought a big smile to Ric's face. He motioned for the guy to come out and mouthed "It's cool" to him. The guy was embarrassed and seemed to be trying to dry off in a hurry. Ric slid past the two guys, letting his hand rub over the second guy's butt and whispering "fuckin hot" before he stepped in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He had intentionally left his shorts on until the curtain was closed to cover up the biohazard tat over his cock. He already had enough problems finding a roommate that would accept him and he didn't want to scare the rest of the people on the floor, at least not right away. Tossing his towel and then shorts over the curtain rod, he washed off the previous day's sweat. At home he'd usually stroke himself off during his morning shower but he didn't feel comfortable doing that with four other guys showering in the neighboring stalls. His balls were getting heavy, not having been emptied in several days and he knew he needed to drain them soon. He finished his shower and got out, the other guys having disappeared and only one other shower was occupied now. As he dried off, he heard the other shower turn off and hurried to finish. He was just toweling off his head when the curtain opened. It was only a couple seconds before he turned away and grabbed his shorts but apparently long enough for the other guy to catch a glimpse at his naked body. The other guy let out a drawn out "Fuuuuck" as Ric pulled on his shorts. Ric tossed the wet towel around his neck and turned back to go to his room. The other guy was still standing there, dripping wet and naked with his mouth dropped open. "Morning" Ric said to the guy he'd only seen a few times in the hallway. He looked kind of cute and much better naked than the other times he'd seen him fully clothed. "Goddamn that's hot" the guy replied and then a moment later replied "Uh... morning." Ric walked by, trying to stay as calm as possible and ignore the comment. He knew he should have said "Thanks" or something, but he still didn't think of himself as "hot" or "sexy", even if he had gotten all of those comments to his one porn scene and from a few of his clients. He wasn't even sure what the guy thought was so hot, but he finished up his morning routine and got back to his room to change. Ric finally felt like things were getting into a normal groove, but he was dreading his first task for the day. "They open at ten... half hour to get there... so leave at 9:45 so I'm not there with a ton of people for the opening rush" he thought to himself. He made his way down to the cafeteria and grabbed some juice, coffee, an apple and a couple granola bars before sitting down at a table by himself. He finished the first granola bar and was biting into the apple as two guys sat down across from him. It took a second but he realized it was the pair of guys from the shower earlier. Ric smiled and said "Morning guys... I don't think we properly met. I'm Ric" trying to break the ice. The guys stared back at him, surprised at how casual he seemed to be. "Uh... I'm Dan and this is Scotty" the one that had gotten out of the shower first stammered out. "Nice to meet you. Sorry if I surprised you earlier, but as I said then, it's cool. I don't care and I'm not going to say anything. It's good to know I'm not the only one on the floor that likes that kind of stuff" Ric said. He tried to carefully word his comments so that if anyone around them heard it they wouldn't know what he was really talking about. "Oh... Uh... Yeah... Thanks... I... I mean... we don't want it to get out" Dan stammered out. Ric knew they were both scared of getting outed in their first month of college and seemed to be unsure if Ric was being serious or not. Ric smiled slightly and quietly said "I get it. The rumor mill outed me last year. It's a lot better to do it on your own terms, but you'll be surprised at the response" as he finished the last of his breakfast. They seemed a lot less panicked after his last comment so he said "I got to take off. Have fun and I'll catch you guys later." He winked at them and went back to his room. Ric grabbed his backpack with stuff for his first class and then headed out of the dorm. He walked the six blocks over to the clinic on West Street that the one at home had referred him to. He took a deep breath and walked in the door and found the reception desk. "Hi, I just started school here and the clinic I used to go to back home referred me here. I think they sent my records too, but I'm not sure" Ric told the nurse. He really would have preferred talking to Douglas from the clinic back home, and while the nurse seemed friendly he wondered if this place would be as accepting of his status and lack of treatment. "Here are some forms to fill out and can you write your name, date of birth and the referring clinic name down on this piece of paper so we can find the charts they sent?" the nurse asked as she handed him a clipboard and a small scrap of paper. Ric grabbed a pen from the bin and put down the info on the small piece of paper and handed it back to her. He took the clipboard and sat down, filling out the form that was strangely familiar. It made him laugh and he realized that when he filled this form out the last time, he was a lot more sexually active. The moves, start of college and other things had conspired to kill his sex life. He thought back and other than a quick blowjob in a bathroom on campus and Joe's welcome party a month ago, he hadn't fucked anyone. He took the completed form back to the desk and the nurse said "we found your charts along with a couple others that Jones sent over. Did you move here with someone else?" "No, but I might know who the others are for. Are they for Joe and Kyle? They moved out here a month or two earlier." Ric asked. The nurse looked unsure how to respond, not wanting to divulge any private info. "Mmmm, maybe. Regardless, they should come and register to continue their treatment plan" she finally said. Ric smiled and said "I'll let them know." He sat back down and only ten minutes later heard his name called. Once again they called 'Ric' instead of his full name and he laughed to himself at how it was starting out just like at the Jones clinic almost a year earlier. Ric got all of his vitals taken and sat in an exam room for several minutes until there was a knock on the door and the doctor entered. "Hello, Ric. I'm Dr. Reynolds. Nice to meet you. I see from your records that you just moved out here. I assume from your age you're going to college here?" the doctor said. "Yeah. I just started classes last month and I was referred here by the clinic that I used to go to" Ric replied. "Good, it's always nice to get referrals from like-minded clinics. How's Bob doing?" the doctor asked. Seeing a blank look on Ric face he then added "I mean Dr. Simms." "Oh... I never knew his first name. He's good. Do you know him?" Ric asked. The doctor chuckled before saying "Uh, yeah. Quite well. We dated in medical school." A smile came over Ric's face and any concerns he had about going to the clinic faded away. "Now, while I look over your history, can you please take your clothes off so I can check everything out" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric took his shoes, shirt and jeans off and the doctor looked up briefly and repeated "everything." Ric removed his boxer briefs and caught the doctor smiling. "I see you've chosen to defer treatment. I know Dr. Simms is pretty stringent on that and only does it for certain patients so I don't see any reason to change that yet. I am concerned that you don't seem to be very active lately, Ric. I know that your first semester in college can be challenging to adjust to, but sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress and there are a lot of other guys your age eager to get more adventurous in their sex lives. Hell, I had one guy yesterday that had averaged almost three partners a day since he arrived on campus" the doctor said as his eyes roamed over Ric's naked body. Ric smiled and almost asked for the other patient's cell number. "Uh... yeah. Well, I've had a few issues with roommates and I'm on my third dorm room. Now that I've got that part fixed and I've gotten used to my classes, I'm starting to do the other stuff I need to. Like finding out how my body is dealing with the virus and meeting new people" Ric said. "Most guys your age don't really plan like that, they're more spontaneous and deal with the fallout as it comes... but I can appreciate your approach. Can you help me out here? I see on this chart it looks like the blood tests you took from them and I see columns for date, viral load, cd4 counts, blood pressure, et cetera, but I don't know what this last column is" the doctor asked. Ric looked at it and chuckled. "I'm not really sure, but I think that was neg guys I fu... had sex with. They asked me to tell the lab tech that info when I got my blood tests done" Ric replied. "Damn. It looks like you were very active until you moved. Those are only the ones without the virus? I assume there were several more then... Your body is probably in shock with the sudden lack of sex" the doctor replied with a laugh. Ric nodded and replied "Yeah, my hand is getting pretty tired" grinning. The doctor rolled his stool closer to Ric and first examined his cock and balls. "I bet you get a lot of compliments on this. It's pretty impressive and probably helps you pass your gift along. Is the tattoo an advertisement or a warning?" he asked with a grin. "I think of it more of a badge of honor since I got it for joining a club. It works as a warning too. If I wanted to advertise I would have gotten something larger like my friend Joe has. The one on his leg is much larger and he has a scorpion tattoo pointing towards his cock" Ric said. He was surprised that the doctor was interested in his ink and how easy it was talking with the doctor about it. "Mmm, nice. Hopefully he is sharing too. I know some people try to hide their status, others advertise and some warn. It's a personal choice and I like to hear how people make their decision" Dr. Reynolds explained. He continued his exam, checking almost every inch of Ric's body. "We probably do things differently than the last clinic you went to. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days that we reserve for clients like you. The staff on the other days is geared more towards prevention and treatment of infections. As I said, we will continue your current plan - just monitoring your health and you can change at any time or we will if there is a significant deterioration in your health. I would recommend that you become a lot more sexually active than you have been the past month. It will help you mentally as well as physically" the doctor explained. Ric nodded and felt his cock twitch. "Oh I plan to" Ric then said. "You can dress now and go down to the lab so we can see if anything has changed since your last blood work. It looks to have been pretty consistent after the initial infection" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric started to put his clothes back on as the doctor continued. "We would like to get monthly samples to see how things progress and quarterly checkups, for now. There won't be a need to inform the lab tech about your activity, as interesting as it sounds. In the future though, please visit on Tuesday or Thursday. The staff is much more supportive on those days about our decision to remain... viral. I know you will be a welcome addition to our community. Have a great day" the doctor said as he closed the folder and headed to the door. Ric followed the doctor out into the hall and was pointed in the direction of the lab. He signed in and took a seat, waiting to get his blood drawn. A few minutes later the door opened and a girl about his age came out and headed toward the door to the waiting room. He laughed to himself since she seemed to be embarrassed that anyone saw her there. He was glad he never went through that phase. The lab tech came out a minute later and drew a line through Ric's name on the list before he winked at him. "Come on in" the guy said. Ric's cock stirred again and he went in, closing the door and taking a moment to check the guy out. "Have a seat" the tech said after Ric stood there a little too long. "Oh, sorry" Ric said as he sat down and laid his right arm out on the rest. He kept looking at the tech, thinking he was really cute. He was smaller than Ric in every dimension he could see and Ric thought he'd be easy to toss around as he fucked the guy's brains out. He caught himself licking his lips as the tech said "Welcome, it's nice to see a new face around here. I see you've done this a few times before. I'll be taking three vials this time since we want a good baseline for your next visits" the tech said. Ric read the guy's name tag and it said "Hector D" before watching him prep everything. Ric had gotten used to seeing the needles and while he usually didn't watch them draw blood he did this time. It was just as painless as the ones Tyler had done back at the old clinic. Once the vials were filled and labeled, the tech said "Hopefully the numbers will be close to what you had last time, nice and strong on both sides" before looking Ric in the eye and smiling causing Ric to chuckle. They stared at each other a moment until Hector looked away and grabbed some tape. Ric got his arm bandaged and as he was about to get up the tech put his hand on Ric's forearm. Ric liked the soft, warm hand gently holding his arm. "I will see you in a month. Be sure to come on Tuesday or Thursday, though" Hector said. He paused, still holding on to Ric's arm and looking at Ric intensely before he said "I see on your chart that you haven't been getting much since school started. I know it can be hard meeting new people or finding hookups in a new place. We... uh... do free testing on Wednesday nights at a local bath house. I don't know if that's your kind of scene but I'm sure you would be really popular there. I have a card that allows guys like you to get in for free... if you're interested." "Yeah, it's been a little crazy and I know I need to get out more. That would be really cool, I've never been to a bath house before, just a couple bookstores" Ric said. A second later, Ric asked "Uh... By guys like me... do you mean poz guys?" Hector nodded. "The card is for any poz guy, but I like to make sure that there are plenty of detectable guys there" he said with an evil grin. Ric felt his cock twitch again and Hector leaned in "We get lots of new patients from there. No one asks status and the few condoms that get used always seem to break. A perfect combo for people like us that get into breeding neg guys" Hector quietly said with a chuckle at the end. "I can't make it tonight, but hopefully next week" Ric said. Hector handed him a card after writing a number on the top corner. "Most of the numbers are just random, but one indicates you are detectable and another that you like to share. That will give you priority. Uh, I should have asked, but from the note in your file I assumed you like to share" Hector said. Ric nodded and thanked him as he took the card and got up. Ric adjusted his partially stiff cock in his jeans and said "See you next week" to Hector before he headed towards his first class of the day. He almost fell asleep during the lecture and noticed several people in the auditorium getting an extra snooze too. When the class finally ended he wandered out of the building wondering how he was going to kill a couple hours before his next class. Ric found a spot under a tree and sat down, spending some time reading ahead for one of his classes but his eyes kept looking around at the guys walking by. He pulled out his phone and popped up a gay cruising app, seeing if anyone was looking. "Holy fuck!" he muttered to himself. "Over a hundred guys!" was his next thought. A quick check of the filters told him why. "10 miles is too far and let's get rid of the guys looking for later" Ric said to himself. With the number more manageable, he then checked out the poz guys. "First time cruising here, I'll just look for other poz guys this time" Ric thought. There were four and he quickly looked through the list. Two looked like professors, one guy a few years older who's pics looked like those of a serial killer, and one guy in his late 20s. "Hot profile. you looking?" he tapped out to the late 20s guy. A few minutes later he got a reply - "working atm but can take brake in 15 u got good pics what u lookn 4?" "BJ or fuck. balls r full " Ric replied. "Poz & 19?" the guy asked. "Poz & 18 last yr thought u wudnt mind" Ric sent back and started searching again. "its ok surprised" came in and then "only have 15 min. got 2 b quik" from the guy. "Know a place?" Ric replied. He knew the guy wasn't too far away, but wondered where a safe spot for a quickie would be. "S end of library meet at construction gate @11:30 I'm Jim" was the reply. Ric got up and walked toward the library. He got his phone out to figure which way was south and then laughed when he saw the huge construction site. He got to the south end and found only one small gate for workers to go in and out of. He stood nearby and waited the few minutes until half past the hour. A guy came out with a hard hat, dirty tee and some even dirtier jeans. Ric started walking along the fence towards him and when he got close asked "Jim?" "Yeah. Damn, you look even better in person. Uh... Follow me" Jim said. They walked quickly into the new building shell and then along the wall to a boarded up hallway leading to the old part of the library. Jim slid the plywood to the side, walking inside and once Ric was past, slid it back. There were a few pallets of building supplies in the hallway and that's where he stopped and turned around. He fished around his pocket and pulled out a packet of lube and a condom. "I only fuck bare. That condom wouldn't fit anyway" Ric said, picking up the lube. "Cool. Most guys won't fuck me without a rubber. Let's try just spit first" Jim said, starting to kneel. Ric set down his backpack and unbuttoned his jeans. Jim reached up and tugged them down, trying to spend as much time sucking or fucking, not talking, before he had to get back to work. "Fuck. That's gonna feel so good in me" Jim said before he took Ric's cock in his mouth. The blowjob was quick but after a couple minutes, Ric's cock was rock hard and coated with spit. He thought "this guy is a pro at quick fucks." Jim stood up, dropped his pants, revealing a stained jockstrap and then bent over the pallet of five gallon plastic paint cans. Ric was right behind him, pulling his ass apart and pushing his wet cock up to the puckered hole. He pulled back the foreskin, dropped three gobs of spit on the exposed head of his cock and pressed forward. A few seconds later, the hole yielded and his cock descended. A groan came out of Jim's mouth, barely audible over the sound of drills, hammers and some heavy equipment. It was a classic quickie. Both had all of their clothes still on and their pants were pulled down just far enough to fuck. With the ease Ric got halfway in, he knew Jim was an experienced bottom. Ric pulled back and added a couple more gobs of spit and then began to plow into the hungry hole. "Fuck... I missed havin a bare dick in me" Jim moaned out as he started to push back as Ric would thrust in. Ric quickly increased the pace, plowing in with long strokes. He knew he didn't have a lot of time but was enjoying every second. Five minutes quickly passed and both of them were grunting with each stroke. With the fifteen minute break quickly running out, Ric slowed down and fucked harder with his cock pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. The first time Ric's cock came out of his hole Jim yelled back "No! Cum inside!" Ric shoved back in, growling "I always do." He did it two more times and then grunted "hope ya wanted a recharge!" With his cock planted most of the way in, he growled out as his cock throbbed, filling the poz hole with a large load of cum. Ric could feel Jim breathe heavily and the sweat had soaked through his tee shirt. When their bodies recovered a minute later, Ric pulled back, watching some cum drip down Jim's leg. When his cock was a little softer, he stuffed it back into his trunks and zipped up his jeans. Jim pulled up his jeans and turned around. "That was fuckin great. I haven't had a load in me in months. Uh... recharge? You're not on meds?" Jim asked. Ric chuckled. "Nope" he replied and started to follow Jim back out of the building. A few other construction worker were standing around and they made a few comments - "Tappin college boys Jim? He know what you're shootin?" and "Fuck! That's a hot young boy" and "Jim, he spit or swallow?" Ric laughed again and said "Thanks, Jim. Let me know if its a boy or girl" making sure that the other guys heard him. He walked back towards his next class, stopping in to a restroom to quickly clean up. With his cock no longer covered in spit and cum, Ric found another spot to sit and kill time before his next class, hoping the wet spot on his jeans would dry in time. He pulled his phone out and there were a couple messages from Jim - "Ignore those guys all bad fucks", "U really toxic?", "Thx again Best I had in long time Txt me any time" and then left his phone number.

Grats

For instance, the mental imagery of my Cock actually imbedded in the bottom's brain .... quite literally, the proverbial "mind-fuck". It seldom happens in a group scene, but usually later - individually - with a guy I fucked in a group scene. It's like metaphorically consuming the bottom's mind, heart, soul - and offering mine to him. It's so gratifying to read replies from guys that understand ... 😉

I’ve gotten a cage that is internal.

He has a TARDIS pussy. o_O

Part 9 . I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars. The one guy behind him handed the guy in front the Point. I swabbed the kids arm and was telling him when the Meth goes in he will have to Cough and his heart would race and not to be alarmed, The kid said OK. With that the guy put the point I the kids vein, pulled it back a little then Pushed the plunger forward and released the band on his arm. My friend was Videoing all this. I looked and the kid and his eyes opened wide. He started to cough and the guys immediately pushed him back down on the Fuck Bench. The one behind push is cock up the kids ass. He was enjoying the muscles in the kids ass massaging his cock while the kid was rushing. His partner offered the Kid his cock and the Kid eagerly swallowed all 8+ inches. No problem this time. Both were spit roasting the kid. They decided to switch places and the Kid gladly took the Cock that was just in his ass into his mouth. The other one was Fucking the kid like he wanted to ruin his ass.. The one in his mouth pulled out and asked if he liked the taste of his ass. The Kid said yes. I thought then this Kid was not converted to a true pig He would be eating ass before long. The one in his ass said he was getting close, the other one said “ Go ahead, Knock the bitch up “. With that he shoved deep as he could and stared coating his guts with a Toxic load. About the same time the guy held the Kids Head stared shooting cum down his throat. He pulled back so the kid could get a good tase of cum. He was lapping it up like starved dog. He guy pulled out the kids ass and reached for the marker and put two lines under the POZ mark and put a “+” sign behind the one. The both moved to a couch and started playing with each other. It was plain to see that they had history together. i walked over and put my cock in front of the kid, he opened his mouth and said ‘ Please “. I push my cock into his mouth balls deep. I noticed that with all the fun a couple other guys showed up. Both had their pants down and stroking. On had a very thick cock, not to long but really quick. The other guy had a very long pencil dick. He also had a Biohazard Tat above his cock. He was fingering the ass of the thick cock guy. I told them to step up. The guy with the thick cock got behind the Kid and stared pushing that thick piece of meat up the kid. You could tell he met some resistance but was working it in. My friend went around behind that guy and lined up his cock and pushed the head in his ass. My friend push the guy over a bit, grabbed the kids hips and plowed up the guy. His cock went to the hilt, the guys cock speared the kids ass to the hilt. Balls slapping on balls. The one guy grunted and the Kid gasped around my cock. My friend pulled back some and the guy went with him, impaled on his toxic cock. Then the guy went forward to push in the kid, he would go back and then forward. He was basically fucking the kid and then getting his ass fucked by the cock up his bum. My friend is a freak and can cum multiple times then he is parting. The other guy went around behind me and pushed a shard up my ass, then he pushed his pencil dick in me. It had been a while since I felt a skinny cock up my as, Between that and the shard I was in heaven. Nothing like a shins cock to arouse a rosebud. I was afraid the guy would cum in my ass, I wanted the kid to experience this joy. I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver.

I love using a bottom who's clit is in a cage, the smaller the better.

So far I’ve given 17 taken 9.

Wife me up 😍

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Ch.8 I don’t remember the journey here. The decision to come was more of an impulse. Now I’m here however, fingertip hovering over the buzzer. I can still turn away and try to forget everything. It’s not too “BZZZZZZZZZ!” Did I even press the button? The click tells me the door is open and I lean into it stepping forward. As I bring out my wallet to pay I notice the guy behind the counter has a knowing smirk on his face that I’ve certainly never seen before. I don’t really make eye contact as I mutter a greeting, take my towel and key, then head to the lockers. It’s still quite early. That much I definitely chose. Figuring it would be less busy and that I would have time to get my bearings a bit more. Maybe ever relax a little. Yeah that sounds like it might work. I strip and stow my clothes in the locker. Securing my key and wrapping my towel around me I head for the hot tub with an idea to unwind. I find the hot tub empty and wonder if maybe I’m the only one here at this time and I feel a certain tension go out of me. Maybe I was being stupid. Lightening doesn’t strike twice. That was a one off. Enjoy yourself, but be cautious is all. As these thoughts are all jockeying for position in my head I hang my towel and climb into the bubbling waters. If nothing else the hot water relaxes me in ways no amount of self justification can and I am soon leaning back in pure indolent style. The waters swirl around me and ease all tension out of my muscles. The light steam from the surface adds a dreamlike haze to the air and I am drifting with nothing on my mind at all. It is bliss. “Ahem!” My eyes flick open and I start, causing a splash. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. Just thought it more polite to announce myself than climb on in.” I really was out of it. It takes me a moment to focus on the owner of the voice. Quite tall, older and a little skinny but not bad all things considered. Closely cropped hair and a trim white goatee. As he turns to climb up into the tub I can’t help but glance at the salami between his legs. Dammit the man is gifted! He must have noticed me noticing him because he chuckles as he climbs in and makes absolutely no attempt to hide his cock as he gets comfortable. Is it my imagination or is it swelling and standing up as he slips himself into the water? He seats himself opposite me and reaches his arms along the sides of the tub as he leans back to relax. Almost mirroring me exactly. I try not to stare at him but it has become obvious that he is watching me constantly. A slight smile playing across his mouth. Everything about him says ‘genial old gentleman’ but something in his eyes is positively yelling ‘Wolf.’ “Been soaking long?” “Ummm not really, haven’t long been here.” “Ahh, just relaxing. Good, good!” As we converse he shifts a little and I think I feel the play of his foot against my calf under the water. I tense a little but don’t move. “Seems pretty quiet tonight. I must admit I never thought I’d see anyone like you here.” “I, uh, just sort of...it was a last minute decision to come.” “Quite right. Nothing better than letting the impulses drive once in a while.” Again that smile. Not exactly humourless, just more.. hungry. That foot is sliding higher and with the water, and the location and the memory of that quick glimpse of what he’s carrying my own cock is very quickly at full mast only hidden by bubbles. He is staring at me now as his foot strokes gently up and down my leg and I make no effort to stop or resist his advances. As his toes slide along my thigh I spread my legs a little and he presses his foot directly onto my now throbbing cock. I groan and lean my head back. He stops. I open my eyes and he is slowly rising out of the pool. “I heard about a young man who was here the other day.” I think I must have gone pale. “Yes. This young man proved to be Very popular with, well, everyone. Yes?” He has stepped up onto the side and walked around until he is above me where he squats down right next to me and holy shit. His cock. Its huge and very fucking hard. I am staring at it as he talks. It twitches every now and again and there is a tantalising drop of precum beading at the tip. I lick my lips and I turn to face him, kneeling in the tub, between his spread legs. “Good boy.” I moan as I hear that. Like a switch inside me. Like I’m some sort of Pavlovian test I lean forward and begin to lick along his shaft. I lap from his dangling balls to the tip where I savour his precum before licking all the way over him again. He grunts an approving sound and leans back to allow me to worship his wonderful appendage. “Seems like you have found your calling.” He laughs a little as he says this but I can’t help but think maybe he’s right. I am a cocksucker. A fuckhole. Hard cocks are my purpose. As I slip my lips around his tip and begin to take as much of him as I can he puts a hand on my head and guides me down. I let my tongue play around him as I suck. Teasing his firm flesh and tasting each long hard inch of him. I realise I am moaning hungrily as I push down until he is right at the entrance to my throat. “Fuck you are good!” He coos approvingly as I begin to slide him in and out. Fucking my mouth with his cock and running my hands over him. Teasing him. Soaking that amazing dick with spit. After a few minutes he pushes my head off of his cock and he looks down at me. Leaning forward he kisses me and I respond enjoying the way he flicks at my tongue with his own. There’s no doubt I am his in this moment. That’s all it took. The sight of his hard cock and a good kiss and I’m needing to do anything for him.