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------- Chapter 1.3 - Five Dollar Stripper ------- Ric was getting used to seeing the same guys in the shower in the morning. He had caught Dan and Scotty a few more times, but now they were at ease with Ric knowing what they did in the shower. Ric even fingered Scotty a couple times as he got into the shower. He was happy to know they had ditched the condoms and Scotty was getting filled with Dan's cum almost daily. But there was the guy that had made the comment that Ric had tried to brush off. They seemed to have the same schedule and were always the last to shower around that time. Just like the first time, he'd stare at Ric's naked body and while Ric didn't mind, he wondered if the guy just wanted to look or maybe fool around. The only words that ever were spoken was just "morning". After another encounter with the guy slowly drying himself with his eye's glued on Ric's body in the shower, Ric decided it was time to call him on it. At breakfast, he saw him sitting alone and sat down across from him. "Hey... Uh... I think I should start charging you five bucks to watch me dry off in the shower each morning. I take it you like what you see?" Ric said. The guy froze and then began to tremble. Ric chuckled and then said "I'm just kidding about the money. I'm Ric, by the way." "Uh... I'm Gabe. I didn't realize it was that obvious. Sorry" Gabe said, staring down at his plate. "I don't mind, it just seems weird that you look but never talk. Other than the occasional 'morning' greeting, that is. So what makes you keep looking?" Ric asked. It took a few moments, but Gabe finally quietly said "Everything." It seemed like getting Gabe to talk was like pulling teeth and Ric was about to give up. "Well, if you want a better look, just let me know. I try not to be too scary." He watched Gabe's eyes get big. "I'll stop if you don't want me looking" Gabe replied. "I think I said the opposite. What do you like best?" Ric asked. Gabe trembled again before taking a deep breath. "Uh... how chill you are... the ink is cool too... the hair..." Gabe said, pausing a moment before he said "and your dick." Ric laughed. "Most queer guys start with my dick. It's nice that you can look past it and see the rest of me too. My roommate isn't going to be back until five and I don't have class for a couple hours. Do you want to come over and talk a bit more?" "What? Really? You're not pissed?" Gabe said, finally sounding more comfortable talking to Ric. Ric leaned in and said softly "Why should I be pissed? My gaydar sucks. I'm never sure if guys on the floor are straight or gay. I like to meet other gay guys and maybe fuck around if they're interested." "Oh thank god. You're gay too? My gaydar sucks too. I've gotten beaten up a few times cuz straight dudes freak out if a gay guy hits on them" Gabe said. "Only the insecure ones. I've met some that weren't assholes and one that even gave it a try" Ric said. "Really? Wow. Uh... were you serious about meeting up today?" Gabe asked. Ric smiled and nodded before saying "I gotta head to class at twelve thirty, but any time before that is good. I'm just going to study, otherwise." "Uh... OK. I have a couple things to do but I can stop over in half an hour" Gabe said, sounding more excited by the second. Ric was laying on his bed in his usual room uniform of a jock and jogging shorts when the tap on the open door broke him away from reading messages from potential clients. He set the phone down and said "Come on in." He could sense some of the nervousness back in Gabe's demeanor. "Close the door and get comfortable" Ric said, pointing at the middle of his bed. He watched Gabe walk in and sit down near the other end of the bed. The jeans and tee he had on down at breakfast were replaced by some basketball shorts and a sleeveless tee. "I hope you're liking the floor better than the last place you were. It's hard to meet people if you move in a few weeks after everyone else. Did your roommate from last year not come back?" Gabe asked timidly. Ric laughed and explained "I'm a freshman. My roommates last year were mom and dad. The first two I had this year sucked. One guy said he was afraid I would rape him in his sleep and the other guy was just a dick. Eddy has been a million times better and I'm slowly meeting new people. How about you?" "Oh, I'm a junior. I've been on the floor the past two years with the same roommate. He's great since he spends all of his time at his girlfriend's place and I have the room to myself except for the odd time he comes back for a day or two" Gabe said. "That's cool. But I'd hate to get surprised when he shows up. At least with Eddy, I know his schedule" Ric said before moving to the middle of the bed, closer to Gabe. "What kinds of stuff do you like to do when you get your room all to yourself? It doesn't sound like you invite lots of guys over" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe. "Uh... no. After the last guy beat me up, I let other guys make the first move. I'm kind of submissive, anyway" Gabe replied. "That sucks. I mean that someone would beat you up for showing an interest in them. Submissive guys can be fun. Are you a bottom or one of those rare submissive tops?" Ric asked, moving a little closer and resting his hand on Gabe's leg. "Mostly bottom. I had a Dom make me fuck his sub last year, but I only top maybe once or twice a year... Are you one of those big dicked bottom guys? It seems that most freshman are bottoms" Gabe asked. Ric smiled hearing Gabe get much more relaxed. His hand moved under Gabe's shirt and started to feel the soft, hairless chest. Gabe let out a soft moan as Ric replied "I'm vers, but most of the time I top. I thought I'd be getting laid all the time in college, but it hasn't turned out that way. I was a lot more active in high school." "I'm sure a hot guy like you will have your pick of guys to fuck soon" Gabe said. Ric leaned in and whispered "I already found one. Whatcha think?" "Who? Me?" Gabe gasped. A few seconds later he said "Oh hell yeah!" Ric tugged on Gabe's shirt and had it off in a flash. Gabe slid off the bed, kicked off his shoes and pulled his shorts and underwear off almost as quickly while Ric stood up. A few seconds later, Gabe was on his knees looking up at Ric. Ric smiled and watched Gabe tentatively reach up to the sides of Ric's shorts. He nodded and Gabe pulled them down, revealing the growing bulge inside the jockstrap's pouch. Gabe didn't wait for approval for the next move, where he rubbed over the pouch and then pulled the jock off. Next, he wrapped his hand around Ric's cock and looked all around it. His tongue licked under the shaft and along the length before he pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head. Initially, Ric wasn't sure how experienced Gabe was but the way he was working his cock over now showed he knew his way around a guy's crotch. Gabe raised his other hand and started caressing Ric's groin while he lapped over the hardening shaft. It felt good and Ric let Gabe go at his own pace, soon feeling him wrap his lips around his cock and starting to suck. When Gabe grasped his hips with both hands, taking his cock in deeper, he knew he was in for a good blowjob. He wrapped his right hand around the back of Gabe's head, following it as it bobbed on his leaking cock. Gabe's hands moved around and grabbed on to Ric's butt cheeks as he kept sucking. Ric only gave a few light encouragement tugs but when Gabe gagged a little, he backed off. A couple deep breaths later, Ric felt his cock enter the tight throat. Gabe continued for a few more minutes, taking Ric deeper into his throat until he forced his face into Ric's pubes. He stayed there several seconds, squeezed his throat around Ric's shaft and then pulled off. "Fuck yeah! I can take it!" Gabe yelled out, looking up at Ric and smiling. "Damn, that felt good. You've done that before, I can tell" Ric said. "Mmhmm, last year there was a basketball player I used to suck off. His cock was about your size. While he claimed to be straight, he said gay guys suck dick a lot better than women. I think I sucked him off two or three times a week most of last year" Gabe said. His hands were back roaming over Ric's abs and groin when one stopped over the tattoo. "God, I love this tat. It looks so hot hiding there under your pubes. Do you know what it means or did you just get it since it looks cool" Gabe asked. "It's got a few meanings to me, but I know what it usually stands for. Do you?" Ric asked back. "Yeah, but I'm surprised. I usually don't meet poz freshman until later in the year" Gabe said. Ric chuckled and said "Well, I used to be a poz senior. Now I have to start over again. You don't seem to be scared by it." "Nah, I've been fucked by several poz guys. They're actually safer than guys that never get tested" Gabe replied, tracing his finger around the tattoo. "Not always. Only the one's on meds for a while. So you're poz too?" Ric asked, hoping to meet another poz guy to fuck. "No, I just got tested too. All neg, but yeah, the poz guys that fucked me were undetectable. I assume you are too. The tat doesn't look fresh so you've had it a while" Gabe said. Ric chuckled before saying "Bad assumption." He chuckled again as he saw Gabe's reaction. Several seconds later he added "I guess our play time is over, then. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to." He started to reach for his jockstrap on the floor when Gabe said "I don't want to stop. You're the hottest guy I've ever been with and that comment just made you even hotter. You're not looking at me as just another notch in your belt... or bedpost." Ric saw the excitement in his eyes and replied "Thanks. I try not to always think with my dick. Oral is pretty safe, you can suck me off if you want." "I'm up for anything. I always wondered what that basketball player's dick would feel like and you would be really close. I got a couple big dildos to try, but there's nothing like a real cock in your ass" Gabe replied. He winked at Ric and climbed back on the bed, laying on his back before pulling his legs back. "Just go easy, I haven't been fucked in over a week" Gabe said. "I only fuck bare. That ok?" Ric asked. "Yeah, condoms make my hole sore, so I avoid them" Gabe replied. Ric smiled as he reached over and flicked the lock on the door. A quick tug pulled Gabe's ass off the edge of the bed which was followed by a little push on his legs to get his hole in position. Ric dragged the tip of his leaking cock around the ring, watching the precum soak the soft skin. His eyes slowly looked up Gabe's body, first seeing his rock hard cock drip it's own pre, past the hairless chest and dime-sized nipples and up to his grinning face. He saw Gabe take a deep breath and relax, giving him the chance to push in. A couple seconds of pressure later, Ric's cock slipped inside and he paused, with just the head past the outer ring. Both guys moaned while Ric let Gabe get used to his bare cock. Gabe took a deep breath again and Ric felt a lighter grip on his dick and began to rock his hips to drive his cock deeper. "Oooohhh that feels so good" Gabe said softly, with just a slight hint of pain in his voice. Gabe was tight, but Ric quickly realized he knew how to take a thick cock. His strokes got longer and his cock plunged deeper each time. A few minutes later, Ric leaned forward, letting Gabe rest his legs on Ric's shoulders. The moans got louder from both of them and soon any evidence of pain was gone from Gabe's voice. "Yeah, plow that hole. Make me feel all of that dick" Gabe moaned out. "Mmm? You want more?" Ric asked, a grin covering his face. Gabe nodded and Ric began driving his cock in deeper. Gabe's moans turned to grunts with the longer thrusts, occasionally with a hint of pain coming back into his voice. The smile on Gabe's face never wavered, though. He'd lightly grip Ric's cock as it plowed in, gripping it tighter occasionally and clamp down hard a few times trying to get Ric to fill his guts with cum. Ric felt the hole getting slicker from his cock leaking precum. He wasn't sure he wanted to knock up another guy on the floor, though. He had already dumped another seven loads in Jack's neg ass and was waiting for the fuck flu to hit him any day now. But when Gabe squeezed his cock hard for the third time he had a decision to make and he had to make it quick. A few moments later he slowed down and Gabe started to milk his shaft. "Fuck yeah!" Gabe yelled out as Ric's cock started to swell and his breaths got labored. Ric pulled his cock free and aimed it at Gabe's chest and let his load spray all over. Gabe's smile disappeared and was replaced with a confused 'What The Fuck' expression. A few moments later, Gabe said "I was hoping you'd cum inside me." "You sure?" Ric asked. "Oh yeah. Its not a good fuck unless someone takes a load" Gabe replied. "I could knock you up if I breed you" Ric told him. "With as slick as my ass feels right now, your pre might already have. But I want to feel cum in me. You got some more?" Gabe asked. Ric felt his cock twitch a couple times and he nodded. With the shaft still hard, he adjusted his aim and jammed his cock back into Gabe's wet hole. Ric fucked harder than he had all day, trying to coax some more cum from his balls. "Work my nips" Ric said, staring back at Gabe and seeing the smile back on his face. At first, Gabe just rubbed lightly over the pierced nubs but a minute later the pressure got harder. Then he pinched them and Ric started to slam into Gabe's ass. When Gabe twisted his left nip and then right one, Ric howled out and slammed in one more time, releasing several volleys of toxic seed into Gabe's hungry ass. He heard Gabe cry out in the middle of his orgasm and he hoped it wasn't from regret. Then he felt Gabe's cock shooting cum into the bottom of his jaw. The next few spurts hit Gabe on his face and the rest over his chest and stomach. Both stood there, gasping but a grin on their faces too. Ric slowly pulled out and laid on top of Gabe's chest and kissed him. A few moments later, he rolled off and laid on his back next to him. "Now that I know you can cum twice, I'm going to expect at least two loads every time we fuck" Gabe said. "You shoot damn hard. That would feel real good breeding me. If you ever want to top let me know" Ric said. Gabe chuckled and replied "I like feeling a dick in me too much. It's even better when it leaves me feel sore and filled... like now." "Cool. But... maybe we can flip some time and you can shoot your first poz load in me" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe.

He rings the doorbell and knocks on the door of an unassuming house in a friendly neighborhood in a small city. Just as he did the door before, and the one before that. He was a door-to-door salesman in his mid 20's. Standing around 6ft tall, with an average body, having brown hair and brown eyes. He puts on a smile as someone approaches the door, He hasn't had much luck the past couple of months. The door opens to an elderly man, he appears to be in his 70s at least, thin gray hair on a receded hairline, liver stops, glasses, and hands moving in tremors. He wore slippers and a long robe, which didn't seem odd to the salesman as it was early evening. His managers and coworkers call men like this easy money. The salesman didn't like that but he was struggling. The older man was talkative and friendly and introduced himself as Bill. Bill consented to let the Salesman take a look at his home, first the outside as the sun wouldn't last, then inside to see if there were any renovations or damages that needed to be fixed. While inspecting inside and looking for any water damage he noticed a large collection of porn, it was all fairly modern. He also caught a glimpse of a small silver tray with some white residue on it. He snickered to himself as he had a coke tray at home too. He also caught a glimpse of several bongs, pipes, and bottles. He thought that he might have a younger person living here. The house was in incredibly good condition, but the salesman had to sell and as his coworkers said, men like Bill were easy money. So he asked Bill if they could sit and talk about his findings. Bill led him to the table and asked him if he would like anything to drink and offered, Water, Milk, tea, or wine. He chose tea and Continued conversation asking about his wife or kids. A bill came back with a glass of wine for himself and set the tea in front of the salesman he explained that he is a widower and lives alone. the salesman began to go over his findings, taking a drink from the tea he noticed it was a southern sweet tea. Bill, was very chatty while going over the findings, And halfway through he takes out a box rig vape, and starts vaping. Offering some to the salesman, who declines and finishes his tea. After he is done reporting and starts to try to sell Bill on some repairs that are less than critical. Bill offers the vape again. The salesman accepts this time wanting to come across as more friendly and outgoing to make the sale. As he takes a big rip It tastes like nothing he has ever had. He plays it off and continues his pitch. He takes another big hit before handing it back to Bill. Bill takes another hit and gets up and wants to confirm some of the water damage. As they get up to go look, the salesman is starting to feel warm and tingly, but also a bit slow. They get up to the room where he found the porn stash, pipes, and more. The salesman was feeling very warm and very horny now but still manages to tell Bill that its in the closet in the top corner. Bill opens up the closet revealing all the porn. Looking up to the spot indicated he agrees, then quickly asks if the salesman likes porn. The salesman has taken a seat on the bed because his head is spinning. Bill, notices and puts on a DVD. A hot redheaded pornstar appears on the TV getting gangland. the salesman knows who it is and expresses that she is one of his favorites. Bill agrees and tells him to make himself comfortable. The salesman noticed that he was touching himself and had been the entire time Bill watched him, Moving towards his stash of bongs and pipes he takes out a little water piper with a circular bowl and poured a bit of crystal in it. he brought it over to the salesman and put it in his mouth and then lit the bowl. Time and time again the salesman hit this pipe feeling more and more hot, dizzy, and horny. He had never felt this way and he was so hot he needed to get out of his clothes. At this point, it was too late for the salesman who took little to no persuading for sexual experiences he had never had or thought he would ever have as he was straight. I agreed to Bill sucking his cock, it felt amazing but in no time he went flaccid. Bill then started to kiss suck and lick his nipples, and worked his way down to sucking on his toes. After that went back up asking his guest to flip over and ate his asshole with extreme enthusiasm. The salesman was writhing in pleasure. Bill came up and lay on his naked body. and started whispering into his guest's ear caressing and rubbing his cock all over his ass. Bill's whispers rang true in his spinning head, he did like it, he did feel good, he did want to smoke more of that pipe, and it was only fair that he return the favor. After taking a big hit of the pipe bill blew the cloud onto his guest's cock and then sucked it, and expressed that he do the same. So with lungs full of smoke the Salesman gets ready, blows out a cloud, and puts the first dick he haver has had in his mouth and sucks. Bill's cock was big and thick but it did not get hard. As the salesman sucked, lost in the clouds of how horny he was. After a while Bill grabs his head and pulls him up for a kiss on the mouth, Thrusting his tongue deep inside his guest's mouth. Then he asks how his guest's asshole feels and if he has ever put anything in his ass. The salesman's asshole felt a way it had never felt before, hot, sensitive, Almost hungry. He had never had anything in his ass before, always felt repulsed by the thought, then Bill said he would show him. Bill gave him the pipe and then left to go grab something. As he inhaled He thought about how good this all felt and how he never thought he would do any of this being raised in the church. That thought made him even hornier. Bill came back with a douche and taught him how to cleanout. Even the feeling of warm water going into him felt so good. and when he was ready Bill had an assortment of Dildos and vibratos lined up on the bed. He showed him how to lube up and said that he would get it started. Grabbing a white vibrator with rounded balls increasing in size towards the base. The salesman was nervous, feeling the pressure of the head against his hot sensitive hole it felt good, almost calming. as the pressure slowly increased he felt immense, please. The little give as the dead of the vibrator popped inside left him with a pleasure he had never had experienced even with women. After the second ball was in all nervousness had faded and he craved more. After the 3rd ball went it he felt like this was right. Bill let him take over. He explored with that toy eventually working the whole thing down to the last ball into his ass, he was so lost in his pleasure he only kind of noticed the man in his 70s watching him stroking his cock, and handing him a bigger, anatomically correct dildo. The salesman took it and in not too long had worked the whole thing inside him noting how much more he liked this shape. he fucked himself and put on a real show for Bill. Bill stocking his cock and asked him question after question about if he liked everything so far. making his guest admit out loud to liking all of it, multiple times While he was all over him and even getting him to suck his cock again. The salesman was taken advantage of all night and when the sun finally rose Bill fell asleep, and the salesman was coming down. He was starting to feel ashamed and not quietly got dressed grabbed his stuff and snuck out. Over the next few days he hated himself for what happened, he thought about possibly reporting Bill. Later that week he realized Bill had filled out some paperwork for optional work. but he didn't turn it in. Three months later though, he found himself at Bill's door, A text on his phone asking if he could stay the night again. He was both disgusted with himself and wanting more. When Bill opens the door, he walks inside having no idea the journey he just started. Almost instantly Bill puts the pipe in his mouth and says "Cory, boys like you are easy money" This is based on my life events, but some details have been changed. So there is quite a bit more.

"I think I'm gonna cancel. I don't care who wins and besides, tomorrow's Valentine's day. Let's snuggle up and watch it together." This was my usual bullshit and she wasn't having any of it. "This is your usual bullshit," she said patiently. "You know you'll have fun. You love John!" "..." "Frankly I'm offended you tried to use Valentine's day. Have some self respect." She was genuinely kidding. I laughed and said, "I admit I panicked. But you're right. John is awesome and I should go." John was awesome and I did want to go. ***** He was right around the corner. We had a six pack in the fridge so I grabbed that and walked over. I knocked a couple of times and he opened the door. "Hey! I didn't think you'd come. How's Sally?" "Oh she's great. She sends her regrets but would rather die than watch the Superbowl." John laughed more than he needed to and I came inside. There were only a couple of other guys there. He hadn't said, but I assumed John would have a bigger crowd but in fact there were just a two other guys. Both of them were like visibly gay. John didn't read as gay. Big and burly, he seemed like one of the guys. I definitely wasn't homophobic but I felt a little uncomfortable because I sometimes had gay fantasies. I'd never acted on them but at this point in my life I kinda figured why not... And I had a crush on John... And I think he knew it. We were all enjoying John's margaritas and I realized going over without eating lunch had been a mistake. One of the other guys, Tedd, took a liking to me. He was maybe mid 30s, but with a youthful look. i liked his tattoos and told him so. John was being his usual charming self and made sure my drink stayed full. He also made sure to be cool, cornering me as I came back from the bathroom and saying seriously "Hey, Tedd wants to fuck you. That's fine with me but I know you and Sally have a good thing going so think twice.. and make sure you know what you're in for." My tongue was loosened by the Tequila. "Tedd is fucking hot." Then I lied. "Sally knows I mess around with guys." He reached his hand back and down my jeans. His finger probed my anus. My dick started to stiffen. "He's got a big dick and you're really tight.... But alright faggot, have fun!" He said brightly. **** I wandered back into the living room as John's other friend was leaving. "Tell John I said bye. I've got a shift." I sat back on the couch. It was half-time. I was so horny and drunk and nervous I'd lost track of the game. Tedd sat next to me and got right to it, undoing his pants and pulling out his cut dick. I stared, frozen for a moment. He grabbed my head and gently pushed down. I scrambled down and sucked his penis into my mouth. My first time. It was harder than my girlfriends and wife made it seem! I struggled to take him as he got hard. He kept calling me "Bud". It was weird. "Suck my cock, bud." "Yeah that's it, bud." "You want to get fucked in the ass, bud?" My heart skipped a beat. I pulled my mouth off him and said "Yes... But here?" "Oh it's fine. John knows what's up. He said he was gonna work out. His equipment is in the garage." "Don't worry. I'll get some lube, bud." He headed into John's bedroom and I heard him in some drawers. I kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans. I pulled them off with my underwear leaving me nude from the waist down. I pulled off my shirt next. I was buck naked in my gay neighbors place waiting to get fucked in the ass by a man. My heart was pounding. He came back with a big pump tub of lube and what I recognized from gay porn I'd watched as poppers. Tedd maneuvered my body so I was on my knees on the couch facing the back. "Does John have any condoms?" "I didn't find any, bud." He squirts a glob of lube on his hand and slops it on my hole and slicks up his cock. He comes up behind me and hands me the poppers. "This'll make it easier, bud." I inhaled and my head spun for a minute. He slid inside me. Tedd fucked me hard, slapping against my ass. His dick was big and uncomfortable inside me but I loved it. It was hot knowing he was fucking me bare. He was definitely going to breed me, I was sure of that. I could tell he was close. I could tell he was trying not to cum. He didn't last. He pounded my hole for a few seconds and then pulled out. I stayed still, panting, as he jerked more cum against my hole. "fuck, you've got a tight hole, bud."

2 weeks ago mate offered out my ass, first in a hotel room then sauna and back to hotel room. 19 hours and 29 loads later i was just a sloppy fucked up (literally) sweaty dripping mess.

4. I rubbed my cock through my jock a feel times, feeling the wet pouch where my precum had soaked through. Time to jerk off, and move on with my day I thought, but then I slid my hand down to my hole and felt my slick ass. My lips were slightly puffy and as soon as I slipped a finger inside I felt cum. My resolve foundered and my urge to jerk off drifted away as I felt the loads inside me. Mike had had six guys was it really so wild if I had three? Certainly not by his standards. I licked my finger clean as I pulled it from my hole and grabbed my phone… back on the apps I went. There were a few messages waiting from my last search. The first one was from a cute twink really close by. I opened it to find a pic of a long fat looking dick on a skinny frame, followed by a simple and direct Looking? I responded that I was if he was still up for it. Yeah, I’m horny as fuck and need a hole to see. You want my cum? Fuck yes! I paused and then sent I’ve got two loads in me already and hungry for another. I love a pig. Where are you?” I sent him my address, and then he too was on his way. My heart was in my throat again, but now not from nerves at all just from excitement. I wanted to feel this guy’s cock inside me. I was cock hungry and I like it. He must have been ready to leave his house when we started chatting because my buzzer rang not five minutes after I sent him my address. I buzzed up the twink and got read to answer the door still in just a jock. “Fuck, look at you,” He said stepping into the apartment. He started to take his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head before I really even had the door closed. “I need to cum so fucking bad, where’s your room.” “Right here,” I said leading the half-naked twink to my bed. As soon as we were in my room I closed my door and got on my knees undoing his pants. He didn’t have underwear on and I was immediately presented with the object of my desires. His long thick cock flopped out of the open fly of his pants and I pounced. I wanted him rock hard and I didn’t want to wait. I swallowed his growing cock down my throat and didn’t let up till he was groaning and my lips were straining around his girth. “Fuck you’re good at that, I could blow this load down your throat… but we both don’t want that.” “No Sir,” I said coming up for air, “I need your load in my hole.” “Yes, you do pig. Get on the bed, on your knees.” He tossed his pants to the side of the room as I got on my knees presenting my ass to him. “Fucking beautiful,” he said before spitting on my hole. Then I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock against my ass. He and I both moaned in pleasure as he sunk deep inside me. I pushed my ass back against his cock, making my ring cling to him, sucking his cock deeper inside me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted as he just hammered away at my hole. I was wet enough not he didn’t have to warm me up for a deep fucking. I was moaning and grunting in bottom pig heaven as he repeatedly bottomed out in me. For a second I wondered if this is how Mike felt as the six man fucked him the day before. I felt like he had to have, this was such a perfect state of horniness to exist in. The twink knew what he was doing. I was sweaty and groaning, and all the while he was hammering away at my hole with no mercy. He wanted to get off bad and I was his way to do that. I was thrilled. Eventually his pace shifted, his tone changed and I knew my reward was coming. My cock leaked even harder as he built himself up to orgasm. Then as he pounded into me one more time and started rocketing cum and huge throb of my cock let out a thick hot glob or cum into my jock strap. He had literally fucked the cum out of me. We both collapsed panting. Then slowly he recovered and thanked me. I thanked him for the massive load, and for the first time in the encounter we kissed. Then he was up and getting dressed. I walked him to the door, still only in my jock, him collecting his clothes as he went. After I closed the door behind him I stood there for a moment, smiling to myself. I was pulled out of my bliss, however, by the sound of a throat being cleared. I spun around and there was Mike standing in a pair of short shorts, a massive grin on his face.

On Grindr. Hit up by sweet bl/bl Twinkie at my alma mater. I arranged to meet him in a basement men’s room on campus. Old style with squeaky doors and a couple of turns before you can see the stalls. He came in. Whipped out some poppers. We made out in the stall, sucked each other. Then someone else came in to take a dump. The kid went into another stall and sent me text that he would come back when the pooper was finished. He left. I watched some porn and the pooper finished up. The twink cam back to find me ass out. He plunged in raw. Fucked me in the stall. Bb of course. Then I moved out into the room and faced the wall, arms bracing me while he assaulted my ass and filled it. He kept fucking for a minute or so after coming. Then ate my ass. I jerked off on his face. Great fun.

Part 12 Kids eyes were wide open, his mouth was open but nothing was coming out. Frank slowed his pace saying he didn’t want to cum to soon. He wanted to damage the kid more My Friend motioned for me to cum over in front of the Kid. He bent me over and one of the guys came up behind me and slid his cock up my ass. The guy had a nice cock and I must admit I really need this. My friend reached under me and started milking my cock. The Kid had a great View of this. My friend told the Kid that this is what he is getting, The kid mumbled “ Fuck him good “. I was using my ass muscles to grab and milk the guys cock but between the Meth in my ass and the milking it was difficult to work it right. The guy in my ass said he was about to cum and I felt his cock swell. At the same time I felt my nuts tighten up. The guy in mt ass stated moaning and I felt his cock star spasming in my butt, I groaned and stared shooting my load. I wasn’t sure how much there was but I can’t remember a harder climax. It seemed to last forever, until I was weak kneed and exhausted. The guy pulled out and I started to stand up but my friend had other ideas. Me must have had his hand under me and he stared putting my cum in my ass crack. He moved me around to that my ass was in font of the kids face and pulled my cheeks apart. He asked the kid if he could see all that delicious cum, the kid was panting and said yes. He pushed me back and the kid stared licking the crack. My friend said “ Get your tongue inside, the deeper you get the better it tastes “. The kid struggled to get in my ass but in the position on the bench he couldn’t get much but the kids training on rimming was going better than expected. Before long he will be sucking ass like a pro. Frank was pumping in the kids ass and was enjoying what he saw. He said that this kid was a true slut and with his cock he was going to be making grandchildren for his aids babies long after I’m gone. I went around and started milking the kids cock, I wanted to time it so he came when Frank was impregnating him. Frank said that he was about to cum. All the guys there crowded around to see the kids final conversion into a Pozzed up tweaker. Frank asked the kid if he wanted his AIDS load and get knocked up, the kid replied “ Yes, Knockup my cunt, Rippe me in half, I need it !”. Frank slammed forward, ripping the tender roughed up pussy of the kid. Frank growled and said “ Here it cums you fucking worthless Fagot slut”. At the same time I pulled on the kids cock and he started cumming. He was yelling and squealing with the pulsing of his cock. I saw Franks cock pulsing. It seems to go on for ever. I never realized how much he shot. That is probably another reason he has some many notches on his belt. I was also surprised how much cum the kid shot out. I scooped up as much as I could and took it around to the kid to lick off my fingers, which he did. Frank stayed in the kids cunt for a bit relaxing then he got real still. I knew what was happening. He asked the kids if he could feel that. The kid hesitated for a second then moaned a yes. Frank asked him what was he feeling. The kid response that he could feel a warm rush inside him. Frank said what do you think it is? The Kid said it as his piss. Frank asked “ What kind of piss ?”. The Kid said “ Chem piss “. Frank said “ Yes. Infected Chem piss”. Frank asked “ Where is it going?” The kid answered “ In my Worthless fag cunt, Sir”. Frank Pulled out, I scooped some of the Piss, cum and blood mixture with my fingers and pushed my fingers into the kids mouth. I told him to suck my fingers clean. Frank added a mark on the kids butt with an ‘ A ‘ on it.

Part 3: The Revolving Door In 1307, Hamish found a position as chamberlain in the entourage of a young nobleman named Piers Gaveston, Earl of Cornwall. Gaveston had been elevated to this, the highest rank of the peerage, just a few months earlier, and was still in the process of vastly expanding his household to meet the increased demands of pomp and prestige which his new honour entailed. Before taking the position, Hamish had heard the gossip – all of England and Scotland knew about it. Gaveston was the established favourite of the Prince of Wales, now the newly-crowned King Edward II, and had unequalled access to the King for consultations, for requests, for all legitimate purposes. Bribery was hinted at, sometimes, quite strongly, as the title of Earl of Cornwall conferred on Gaveston would normally have been given to a senior member of the royal family, or at least a person already highly placed in the nobility – and Gaveston was neither. Gossip also suggested, not without many leers and winks, that he had access to the king for other, and much more personal purposes. Putting all that together, along with the knowledge that royal rule in England was still very much a partnership between king and nobles, Hamish deduced that this was one job that was likely to be actually dangerous to life and limb. Not that this worried him at all. As an attendant servant outside his lordship’s private chambers, Hamish soon noticed that there were more than a few very attractive and well-endowed young men who arrived on different occasions, but always late at night and acting in a very furtive manner. He thought this a little forward of the earl, especially considering that his marriage to Margaret de Clare, sister of the powerful Earl of Gloucester, was due to be celebrated in a little over a month. But Hamish knew that the upper orders were full of arranged marriages which were marriages in name only. More intriguing was the fact that the same face rarely appeared twice. It seemed that the earl’s staff had their hands full, trying to provide an adequate supply of new blood to keep him entertained. Centuries later, Hamish was to encounter that useful twentieth century invention, the revolving door, and realize that this was a perfect metaphor for Piers Gaveston’s bedroom – or, perhaps more accurately, the one thing that Gaveston’s bedroom lacked to be truly complete. Back to 1307, though. Since Hamish himself definitely had an itch that needed to be scratched, he decided to see what might happen on the next night that his lordship appeared to be not otherwise occupied. Two nights later, he spotted his opportunity. Hamish had made a point that evening of catching the earl’s eye as he walked towards his chambers, letting his gaze run slowly downwards and then slightly rubbing the front of his breeches. The earl let a small smile play across his face and then gave a slight sideways jerk of his head, a signal to “follow me.” And Hamish followed. He closed the door of the earl’s private room behind him, and then turned around to face his master. The earl was already being disrobed by one of his private servants, behind a screen. But his head reached above the screen, and his face was turned towards Hamish. He raised an eyebrow and let his tongue pop out of his mouth a bit. Then he disappeared in the voluminous folds of a bedgown, and the servant bowed, and exited through the back door. As soon as the servant was gone, the earl stepped out from behind the screen, faced towards Hamish and, with a commanding air, said, “Get this thing off me and then get yourself undressed.” Hamish speedily complied. As soon as he pulled down his breeches, it could be seen that his cock was fully erect. Upon seeing that spectacle, the earl’s own tool began to harden up very quickly too, climbing visibly from a downwards angle to horizontal, and from horizontal to a sharp upwards slant. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” “No, my lord.” “Get over here.” Hamish walked over, reaching for the earl’s sizable tool. But the earl quickly slapped his hand away. “That’s only for people in my own rank in society. You get this.” With that, he turned around, presenting his firm and nicely rounded ass for Hamish to adore. Hamish had no objections at all. He always loved eating a hot ass. Hamish quickly plunged his face deep in between the two plump cushions and began to lick and tongue the earl’s hole. It was by no means tight, and he rightly deduced that all the young men he’d seen coming this way late at night had been here before him. Before long, he had his tongue inside the hole, twitching it around, stabbing it in and out, and wrenching a whole series of quiet moans and sighs from his master, who plainly enjoyed this treatment. Soon, he added a finger, and then two, twisting those around inside the earl’s ass, flexing and loosening until the hole bloomed, and was plainly ready for the next course on the menu. Gaveston stepped away to the bed, lay down on his face, and reached back to spread his ass open. “Fuck me, now.” Hamish climbed between his legs, pushed them farther apart, and leaned down, planting the tip of his eight-inch rod against the man’s hole. Then he pushed, the hole gaped open, and his cock slid in a few inches. “Farther. Give me the whole thing.” Hamish obliged, sliding his entire tool deep inside the quivering ass beneath him. “Fuck, that thing’s huge. I can feel it splitting me open. Now fuck me hard!” It was plain that Piers Gaveston had a huge sense of his own importance in the scheme of things, not that this was surprising. But it was equally plain that he wanted to be dominated, hammered, reamed out, loaded up, and generally turned into a real cock slut. Hamish proceeded to give him a whale of a fuck, slamming deep and fast into the man’s newly-ennobled ass, and twisting around on each stroke to rub every part of his guts. As he got closer, he started yanking it clear out of the earl’s hole and then jamming it all the way back in, over and over. He had Gaveston moaning and crying on the bed, his body twisting from side to side, trying to escape one second from the exquisite torture and then trying to get more of it the next. “Oh, fuck, man, you know how to drive it! Keep pounding me! Fuck me harder, stud, harder, damn you!!!” Hamish knew he was cumming soon, and began grunting out, “Gonna cum… gonna cum….” The earl all but screamed, “Yeah! Shoot into me! Fill my guts with your seed. FuckfuckfuckFUUUUCK!!!” He reared up onto all fours, pushing Hamish up on top of him, as his cock erupted, spraying sperm all over the bed covers. As soon as Gaveston exploded, Hamish jammed his tool deeper inside than ever before and busted one of the biggest loads of his long, long life into his master’s hole. They collapsed onto the bed, with the Earl of Cornwall lying spent in a pool of his own steaming juice. Hamish slowly pulled out, having tired himself out more than usual from the unexpected high energy level of the fucking. Gaveston didn’t even look at him. Just a snarl, “Now get out.” The next night, Hamish “happened” to be close by as the earl headed to his room. The man ignored him, and a minute later Hamish saw the reason why. The blond servant following not far behind the earl had a bed place just a few spots down the row from Hamish in the servants’ dormitory. Back at his bed place, Hamish stayed awake, waiting. All around him were the snores and irregular breathing of the multitude of servants. He had to struggle, but he managed to keep himself awake. He was waiting for the young blond to come back from his appointment. As the blond guy walked into the dormitory, he saw Hamish sitting up and looking at him, and he veered over and sat down. Their conversation was carried on in very quiet undertones, but Hamish found it very interesting, nonetheless. “Hi, I’m Craig.” “Hamish.” “You were waiting up for me.” “Just curious about what you were up to.” “Hamish, you’re not that dumb. I saw you going to his room last night.” Hamish laughed quietly. “Guilty as charged.” “What the hell did you do to him, anyway? “Probably the same thing you did.” “Hardly. I’d gone once before, and he enjoyed it. This time, he just complained endlessly about how I wasn’t any good, I wasn’t hitting the right spots, it just didn’t feel like it did when ‘the big guy’ was in there last night, on and on like that.” “I’m sorry he gave you a rough time, but at the same time I’m glad I made an impression.” “Made an impression? Too bloody right you did. I think he’s going to call for you again tomorrow. I won’t go again. I’m leaving here and going back to my family.” Hamish frowned. “Why? Just because his lordship was having an off night?” Craig sighed, wistfully. “No, there’s more to it than that.” Hamish smiled at him encouragingly. He hemmed and hawed for a minute, but finally it came out. “I wanted him to do it to me.” “We’re both the wrong social class.” Craig heaved another sigh. “Yeah. I know.” “Anyway, why would you want him? He’s arrogant, snotty, stuck up, rude as hell….” “Okay, point taken,” Craig replied. “Let’s change that and say I want someone to do me.” Hamish said no more. He reached out, took Craig by the wrist, and led his hand to rest on his own dick under his nightshirt. Craig began massaging his tool, squeezing, and stroking. In moments, he was holding Hamish’s erect and ready eight inches, sliding the foreskin back from the head, and then bending down to take the head into his mouth. He could taste Hamish’s precum forming at the slit, and it tasted incredible. Poor Craig hadn’t been fucked for over a year. It seemed that everyone he ran into wanted him to be the top because his dick was also a generous size. But Hamish was willing to give him what he wanted. His hand slid down the younger man’s back, finding his ass, and squeezing it. His fingers drifted towards the tight little knot -- and it was tight, after not having been untied for so many months. But Hamish was an expert of long, long standing; he knew just how to get that knot loosened up. Craig pulled up, gasping, and then flopped down on his back on Hamish’s straw pallet. Hamish moved up between his legs, lifting them up, and digging his tongue into the blond guy’s ass. Soon, Craig was making enough noise that Hamish pulled up a nearby cloth which did duty as a towel for him and stuffed it into the noisy mouth. He dived back into that pretty, smooth, firm round ass and kept on licking, tonguing, digging, kissing, and more, until at last it began to loosen, to relax, to flex, and finally to open. He slid a finger inside Craig, working it around slowly, and then another. In no time, Hamish had three fingers pumping in and out of the blond guy’s hole, and he had Craig twisting frantically on the straw, desperate for something more. It was time for that “something more.” Hamish moved the tip of his cock into the crack, found the target, and slowly began sinking his tool down into the tunnel. Craig moaned again, with the cloth muffling the worst of the sound. He squirmed around a bit, but made no protest, as Hamish slowly worked the entire eight thick inches of his cock inside the younger guy’s hole. Once he was all the way there, Hamish relaxed a bit and lay down on top of Craig. No way around it, this young blond stud muffin was cute as hell, and actually had a good and clean set of teeth (not common in his social class), so Hamish was perfectly happy to lie on top of him, letting his cock nestle comfortably inside that hole, and do some serious making out. One thing Hamish had learned all too well in the 241 years since he’d achieved his unexpected immortality was that few, if any, men in any of those years really enjoyed kissing other men. The Lionheart had finally learned to enjoy it, but even he took a while to really get into swapping tongue. Craig was the total exception to the rule. It was obvious at once that he enjoyed kissing, and was really good at it, too. Having a big, thick cock embedded in his ass at the same time might have had something to do with that, of course. But still, the guy was a natural-born kisser. And since Hamish always enjoyed high-level kissing, he was happier than the proverbial pig in shit as he lay there on top of Craig, making out with him. But Craig’s ass got a vote, too, and it soon began squeezing and chewing on Hamish’s tool in a very demanding way, a way that said, “okay, that’s enough fooling around, now get down to business.” Hamish was very good at reading this kind of signal, too, and was only too glad to oblige. It intrigued Hamish to realize how much more enjoyable this coupling was, despite being on a lower key than his frantic, high-energy plowing of the earl the previous night. Later on, he would figure out that he wasn’t missing the aggressive, demanding, downright rude manners of Piers Gaveston one bit, but he had been missing the feeling of fucking a guy who was genuinely happy to be under him, and not shy to say so. That enjoyment made it easy to take his sweet time, fucking Craig in multiple speeds, angles, and positions and eventually cumming inside the younger man’s smooth, almost boyish ass not just once, but twice. But during that extended fuck session, his devious mind gradually devised a little strategy to get Craig back into the earl’s good graces and make sure that Craig, too, enjoyed his next visit with the earl. When he had finally finished dropping his second burst of seed inside Craig’s delightful, smooth tunnel, he explained what he had in mind, and Craig reluctantly agreed to stick around for a few more days before pulling the plug and see what turned up. As it happened, the very next night saw Hamish waiting “inconspicuously” along the hallway leading to Gaveston’s private chambers. He’d picking a spot right across the hall from a deep, shadowed alcove next to an archway, and Craig was tucked into the alcove. When the earl signalled Hamish to follow, with a peremptory wave, Hamish fell into place ten paces behind – and Craig followed, another twenty or so paces behind Hamish. At the chamber door, Hamish waited a few moments to let the undressing by the servant get going, and then walked in. This time, everything happened faster, and the earl was climbing onto his bed, back to the door, in a mere two minutes or so. The loud creak of the bedframe gave Craig his cue, and he slipped into the chamber quietly, shoes off, and padded across the room towards Hamish, quickly stripping as he went. All three men were fully erect. Craig got behind the earl, placed his cock against his master’s hole, and then gave a mighty shove which got it all into the man’s ass in one thrust. The earl groaned, and under cover of that noise, Hamish dug his cock deep into Craig’s ass. Having Hamish inside him gave Craig just that extra kick of energy and incentive to start giving the earl a first-rate pounding. In the process, his ass was also doing a splendid job of stroking Hamish’s cock, getting him increasingly aroused. As the earl’s groans and cries got louder, Craig’s fucking got more and more forceful – largely because he was now staying still, and letting Hamish do all the work. Every time Hamish slammed into Craig’s ass, he drove Craig’s rigid cock deep into the earl’s now-loosened ass, and Hamish made sure to pull Craig back so far that he popped right out of the noble hole, before slamming him back in again. It was Hamish who finally grunted, “Cumming now – filling you up deep and wet…” but it was actually Craig’s cock which erupted like a demented volcano inside Gaveston, spilling what felt like gallons of sperm which then poured out of the gaping hole as soon as Hamish pulled him clear. In the same moment, Hamish pulled out of Craig, spun him out of the way, and jammed himself inside Gaveston, just in time to blow another epic load into the earl’s quivering butt. And it was Hamish’s cum blast which set the earl off, causing him to spill his seed all over the bed in a repeat of their previous encounter. “Holy fuck! How in hell did you manage to cum in me two times that quickly?” As Gaveston asked the question, he did something completely out of character – he flopped down onto the bed, and then rolled over onto his back, looking up at Hamish – and Craig. As he began to realize what had happened, his face darkened in rage. Hamish replied, very, very respectfully, of course: “Actually, that was holy two fucks, my lord.” “I shall have you two torn apart by the dogs for this!” Hamish quickly tried to soothe him. “Why, your lordship? Didn’t you just enjoy the epic fuck of a lifetime? Why ruin a good thing?” Gaveston, taken aback by the forwardness of his studly servant, fumed and spluttered, fumbling for words which eluded him. “The two of us make a super team, and you certainly enjoyed it. Craig here did a great job on the main action, largely because I was fucking him while he fucked you, and he pulled out as soon as he came, just so I could get in there and drop another load into your hole. And now you’ve got those two combined loads spilling out of your ass all over the bed.” Gaveston made another brave try at speech. “You… you….” Hamish went on. “Really, trying to make us disappear is not what you need to be doing. Everyone in the whole damn castle knows what goes on here in your chambers every night, and if a couple of your little fuck boys vanish, it’s going to take no time at all for the news to get back to Gloucester -- and then you can kiss your marriage to Margaret goodbye. Not to mention that His Majesty may not be amused either, after he worked so hard to secure a good marriage for you that would help to cover up your antics.” Gaveston finally found some words. “You blackmailing snake of a….” Hamish cut him off. “Not at all, my lord. Look at it as us doing you a favour. Now that you’ve found out what an awesome job the two of us can do together on you, it won’t be necessary for you to keep finding more and more boys to come in here and do the deed – will it? We can fill your needs full time, keep it much quieter and under wraps, stop the gossip, save your marriage – you name it.” By now, the earl had calmed down enough to realize that there was more than a small measure of common sense in what Hamish was telling him. Finally, coherent speech returned to Gaveston. “You’ve got guts, no question. Don’t expect to hear so much common sense – or statecraft – from the servant class. All right, you’re on duty full time. You’ll get orders to report tomorrow as my new chamber servants. And you’ll be coming along next month when I travel up to Gloucester to meet the King. I can picture him getting a good deal of enjoyment out of your talents, too, after I’m through with him. Now, get my bedgown back on.” Hamish, with nothing in his face but the obsequious deference of the chamber servant, helped Gaveston back into his bedgown, and held the lamp while his lordship climbed into bed, and pulled up the covers. “Good night, my lord.” And Hamish and Craig left the room, quietly closing the door. The other servants wondered why the two of them couldn’t stop snorting and giggling when they came back into the servants’ dormitory.

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.

Hahaha, if only! If that was part of the curriculum, I would be an A+ student in that class! Honestly though, douching is not that tedious once you kinda get used to how your bumhole operates. A douching nozzle that connects to the shower that I got off amazon has literally been the best investment of my life. Also, by sustaining a mostly clean diet without coffee and healthy regular bowel movements, the terminal anal cavity is fairly clean and you can make do with maybe a 6 incher or less (nothing too aggressive) with virtually no mess. Really though, the urban design of the human body makes no sense to me - why is the entertainment district placed in the same area as the landfill? So inconvenient. Still, the fact that there are some drama queens out there that act like it's the end of the world in the case of a shitty accident just seems beyond alarmist. Even though the smell canbe a bit stinky, poop is mostly just water and degraded organic matter, nothing crazy. To anyone who has had to change a baby's diapers regularly, this kind of thing is just basically a trivial chore that you just need to deal with and get done, honestly not a big deal. Besides, it seems obvious to me that every single guy who has eventually came to realize that the noble art of buttfucking will comprise a core part of his future life, must realize that at some point or another, shit can and will happen. So it shouldn't exactly be a surprise when it does. Regarding douching or going natural. I think it's context dependent. For your standard planned hookup, there's time to prepare and no one likes to leave a smelly first impression so a clean bum is a standard expectation. In a long term relationship it's different (at least for me), after a while, things become complacent and less high-maintenance. The spontaneity of things like waking up in the morning together with a nice, unplanned fuck to start the day is worth it. Douching is still done for practical reasons periodically when able to but not nearly as rigidly expected for a casual enounter. There are other scenarios where douching isn't an expectation because of practicality such as if you're going camping ( the real type not the suburbanized version). Of if you've ever had a straight friend that spontaneously wanted to try anal one night, you can bet for sure that he's never even heard the word 'douching' before. Would the threat of poo stop you in that situation? Cuz I know for sure when given the very exciting prospect of popping my straight bud's ass cherry, I didn't hesitate at all even knowing that a mess would certainly happen. Of course, a little mess did happen but I had spread up a towel on the bed and it didn't detract at all from what was an incredibly fun and memorable experience.

If men fucking men were a culturally accepted practice, and there were classes in school on how to do it properly, there would be a LOT more Tops conscious of what bottoms have to do. In these classes, the Tops would have to experience the same thing for - oh - say a week. THAT would help every guy appreciate what every other guy needs to do, and rather quickly.

Really appreciate this. A lot of tops do not seem to understand how involved and time consuming the clean out process can be. It makes sense to me though, especially a Total Top who never gets fucked, they just don't relate not having to clean out themselves. my hole has definitely morphed and been molded by use to be more of a receptive organ than a retentive organ. i think it's interesting how all sex organs are designed for waste elimination as well as receiving another. A woman has her menses every 21 days, sort of like a 7 day BM. Some straight guys will still fuck a woman even during her period, some even like it. There's guys who like to fuck guys that way too. i confess, the ability to be spontaneous is appealing to me and i think i could deal with it if i knew my Top was totally into what He was doing, but if i feel any hesitation or turn off from Him, it shuts me down too, so it's really about connection of mutual need/desire for me.

Hell yeah I especially love playing in porn theaters, always an audience. When I go I find it so hot to take my shorts off, or get fully nude, and sitting on those couches, spreading my legs and jerking it for all to see. Obviously even better when a guy gets in between and sucks me off right there for all to watch and jerk to as well. Something about getting blown so openly that gets me so hard and makes that random mouth feel so much better

I was ushered into it by a Dom Alpha Top I was seeing. We were at a local bar event and it was hot and wall to wall sweaty bodies he went to the bar and came back with a beer in a glass (yep) bottle for me. At one point he sees I finished and says he’ll get a refill but he went to the Restroom instead and filled it with his piss. Imagine my surprise as I took the first gulp but he motioned and I didn't dare cross him. That was all I had to drink til close at 1am!

I was started with watered down piss and then increased the ratio of piss to water until I could take it straight from the tap. You might try your first full strength piss after drinking a few beers.

This mayn't be helpful, but I'm posting it anyway with a view to sharing a like experience that you may glean what you may from it. I was never really interested in drinking piss. Not even my own, and it didn't occur to me that I could do so until my 30s. A pig buddy introduced me to it, and I enjoyed the experience with him. Nothing more. And that was as far as it went for a long time. Then in 2016, I joined a watersports club. I went to my first gathering, made new friends (one of whom informed me that eventually I *will* drink it if I hang around such events), and had a great time feeding my urine to others. I did it on and off with my late husband, and he also joined that same club for about a year. Wasn't until 2020 that I was able to drink my own fluids. You can't think about it. This is what stops you. Here's what I did: I filled a large drinking glass with my piss after tanking on water for most of the day. Wanna be well hydrated, or you might be a little too salty. Also, avoid pungent things like asparagus. Anyway, I turned on my camera, filled the glass, and chugged the whole thing down. Didn't give it a thought except "I'm doing it!" while it was going on. It will feel warm going down. And if you can go again, drink it up a second time. But don't overindulge on your first go! You're not used to it, and if you have a sensitive stomach, you might bring it back up. It'll taste bad. Don't do that. Here's another one: fill your usual water bottle with a little piss of your own. If you don't fill the bottle, it's okay. Just add some tap water to make up the difference. Drink it as your day progresses. You'll probably barely notice it! And it's quite casual, and no one is likely to know what you're REALLY drinking! Eventually you'll build up to doing a full glass like I did. Give those a try, see if they work for you. Just don't think about it, but DO IT. If you wanna do this fetish, you must get comfortable with the idea, or you won't enjoy it.

Getting better....lil bro needs a POZ dp

Yep, this is definitely an issue with a number of potential "answers". Thanks, Rickindc. There are simply no uniform answers, either. Some men like it au naturel, most don't. I suppose it's just a by-product (!) of needing a duel-use Hole. What I find most important though, is that the bottom made the effort. If there's a little something that managed to evade the cleansing, the guy who tried can't be blamed. All that's needed is a gentle remark that there may be a little visit to the john in order, and every time that's happened (I mean here in my home), the bottom is embarrassed, rushes off to the john, apologies, on and on. I just act blase - reassuring - and when things are taken care of, back to it. Sometimes, shit happens (just couldn't resist that one). In the darkrooms, I always do a "sniff-test" before doing anything else, and even that isn't always successful. It does, however, make clear which bottom gives a shit - literally - and which ones don't. I've told Holes lined up on the fuckbench at Slammer to hit the head and come back when they're ready - one careless guy can stink up the whole room, clearing it out qick. I get that there are sudden opportunities, and we should take them gratefully. That said, I think a bit of communication would be the best way to handle it. If the Top is concerned about the issue, he can ask if the bottom is "prepared, and likewise the bottom can ask for a raincheck. No harm in that at all. To the "Old Guard" reference by Always Open, thanks for the distinction. That institution has faded away substantially for the last number of years, but at one time it was a very real and not un-rare thing. The submissive (not "bottom") would be thoroughly instructed well before the "Leather Scene" was to take place, and in all aspects of what would and what would not take place. That's called the "negotiation", and every act would be discussed, limits agreed upon well in advance. There was no such thing as an unplanned, unnegotiated scene. Always Open is correct to point out that the cleansing ritual was both assumed and addressed by all parties during the negotiation. I would only suggest that a bottom out cruising unprepared, casually mention that he wasn't expecting such a pleasant potential, and let the Top know that ..... well ..... let's trade phone numbers if it'll be a problem.

Audiences are great fun, but all men please. It may be politically incorrect, but I just don’t want women around when I’m playing.

------- 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.

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.

Fingering a hole, finding it slick and wet, and smelling cum, makes me pick that one. I cannot resist a preloaded hole. It's ideal if I see the previous top pull out after cumming inside. As for the decision to give up my load or save it for the next hole, it comes down to how well we "fit" together. I try to hold off and nut when I encounter a hole that feels particularly good to fuck (whether because it's tight, because the guy clenches, because he moves in sync with me, or I admit, because some kind of connection develops, such as kissing spontaneously). I don't mean to put anyone down — in my book, any person who takes random, bare cocks in a dark room is amazing, in touch with their own desires and eager to please other people — just to say that there will be a perfect hole for every cock. The first guy I ever bred, one choice among several walking around a glory hole arcade in San Francisco that night, I chose because he looked similar to me. I felt connected to him because we were both young men of color. By the way, @EuRawBottom, I love your question because it's so significant. It gets at the gay version of evolutionary biology (just as asking which women men decide to impregnate or, more properly, which men women select to impregnate them, gets at the formal notion of evolutionary biology).

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.

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. Another try at a "short" story. There are 2 parts. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- It had been a crappy year so far. In April I caught my supposedly monogamous boyfriend getting tag teamed by a pair of grindr hookups. I watched him pack his shit up and even caught him trying to steal some of my stuff. I heard he couch surfed for a few weeks before he could get a place of his own. I told everyone I knew what happened and many knew he had been playing behind my back for months. I'm sure a few of them had fucked that sack of shit too. I was nearing forty, but thought I still looked good. Some of the twenty-something guys were starting to call me daddy, usually when I let my beard grow out, which just made me feel older than I was. My workout schedule was three or four times a week which kept my six foot body in good shape, toned but not built. I kept the hair on my chest trimmed and my full head of hair perfectly coiffed. When summer started and I was still in a funk, my workout buddy Chris took me out for a beer after the gym. "Ya gotta snap out of it. Stop looking for a new boyfriend, just hookup with a few guys. You might find you click with one" he said. I knew he was right. I hadn't had sex with a guy since a few days before catching my ex in the act and my hand didn't compare to having my cock buried up a guy's hole. "I know, I know. It's just hard to find a guy my age that isn't already in a relationship or isn't a complete slut. The thought of having to wrap it up to fuck after seven years of doing it bare is a turn off, too" I replied. "Get on prep if you're worried about picking up the big bug. You're gonna drive yourself mad if you stay in this rut" he replied. We hit the bar again a few weeks later, a day after I'd fucked the first guy in months. "You look a little better, but you're kind of distracted... What's up?" he asked. "I finally got laid last night, but it didn't go very well" I replied. "Not all of them do. What went wrong?" he asked. "I couldn't stay hard in the condom. The guy was about to give up but said 'try it bare. I'm on prep' so I did. God it felt so good and we fucked for over an hour. I even came in him, just like I used to do with the douchebag" I told him. "OK, I don't see why you're confused. You prefer it bare, just like ninety-nine percent of the guys out there" Chris said. "Yeah, but I don't want to catch anything, and raw fucking guys I don't know is risky. It's less of a risk if I top, but sometimes I like feeling a guy drill my brains out too" I explained. I saw a smile come over his face. "Yeah, I'm the same. But if you're worried, start prep. Or find hookups that are on it. I haven't had a rubber on my dick in over ten years. None of the guys that have fucked me have had one either. Once you go bare, you won't want to go back, as you found out" Chris said. I nodded and saw him adjust himself. He grinned back at me. "I think I know how we can help each other out" he said. That was the start of six weeks of fucking each other three days a week after our workout. Usually it was a flip fuck and neither of us would ever pull out, dumping our loads into each other without a second thought. It was strange bottoming so much after decades of topping most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to fuck like I was used to. After the third week, I'd taken more of his cum than all of the other guys combined since I started having sex in high school. It felt weird walking home from his place with his cum running down my leg but it reminded me that Chris had my cum dripping out of him, too. I started hooking up with other guys too, but since this town is ninety percent bottoms, I always topped with them. Near the end of July, Chris told me that he was going out of town for work for a month. "Did you ever go on prep?" he asked. "Nah, never got around to it. You've been keeping me busy" I replied with a chuckle. "Good time for it, now. You'll have some free time to do it. I won't be back for a couple months" he said. We met up one last time before his trip and I spent the night. While I fucked him some, most of the time I was the one getting nailed. Before I headed home, he stuffed a butt plug in and said "Don't want you lookin like a cheap whore leaving a trail of cum on your way home." Work for me got busy too, but I finally went in to start prep. "We need to do some tests first" the doctor told me. They called me in to discuss the results a few days later. "Jason, you tested positive for HIV. There's no need for prep. We are going to do some more tests to figure out how best to treat you" the doctor said, along with a thousand other things that I didn't hear. -- "I never said I was on it and you didn't ask. I got a really big Christmas gift last year and I've been sharing it. You're number seven that I know of" Chris said when I called to tell him. "What the fuck? That wasn't cool" I yelled back at him. "It's really cool, since you don't have to worry about it any more. You can go on meds, but once you charge up your first neg guy, you're going to want to do it more and more. Its such a rush!" Chris said, sounding excited for me. "You're fuckin kidding me? You want me to go out and infect unsuspecting guys like you did to me?" I said, exasperated. "Do it however you want. Fuck other poz guys, knock up some chasers, breed some prep guys or stealth some neg guys. Just do me a favor and stay off meds for a few months and see how it goes" he said, calmly. "Fuck! Now you want me to do you a favor? You're just a fuckin asshole. I hope you burn in hell" I yelled out before I hung up. The problem was, I was horny. Really horny. As good as my hand felt, I needed more. I figured that there wasn't any harm fucking other poz guys so that's what I started with. By the time I went in to talk with the doctor about my second set of tests, I'd fucked and bred a half dozen poz guys. One even flipped me over and gave me his own potent, unmedicated strain. A few days after my doctor's appointment, I was surfing and one guy sent me a message. "Hey. Think I've seen you at the Sweat Shop gym. Prep btm here, luv takin poz dick. bb only" he said. The pics in his profile looked familiar and I remembered checking him out more than once during my workouts. After a few more messages, I was convinced I wasn't going to infect him. Later that evening, my dick was buried in his ass as he begged for my toxic seed. While some of the poz guys had mentioned it while I fucked them, this guy went all out on poz talk while we fucked. I pumped a huge load in him and I don't think I'd ever seen a bottom happier to get bred. The group of guys I was now comfortable fucking was now getting larger. It was just about a month since I got the diagnosis when the first chaser messaged me. Well, the first one that seemed serious and sent more than "poz me" as a message. He was ten years younger than me, two inches shorter, smooth above the waist and hairy below. He had a nice looking uncut cock and an even better looking ass. His longish, curly hair hung over the almost shaved sides and I saw several bits of metal in his ears. There were a few tattoos scattered over his body as well, but they looked like he spent time planning them out. "You're the first neg guy I've fucked since..." I started to say as we undressed in his small apartment. "That's cool. The last guy that said he wasn't on meds was last year and either he lied or it didn't take. It's fun trying though" the guy said calmly. Calm wasn't how I was feeling. I was nervous and hoped I was going to be able to perform. After a few minutes of groping each other's naked bodies, he worked his way down until he was sucking on my now stiff cock. He was better than most guys and I kind of forgot why I was there, besides to fuck, of course. After fifteen minutes, I wanted to see if his ass felt as good as his mouth and throat. Holding his head by the hair, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it over his cheek. "I need your ass" I said softly, staring at him. He bent over the bed and I was on my knees a moment later. I was only going to spend a minute rimming him, but his ass just felt too good. My beard mingled with the hair between the mounds of firm flesh. His ring flexed while my tongue lapped over it, adding more spit to the entire crevice. Ten minutes had passed and my cock was now throbbing, needing some attention too. I stood up, surprised how hard my cock still was. I pressed the leaking tip to his spit soaked hole, wondering how I could even think about doing what I was about to do. Pushing a little harder, I heard Chris' comment from a few weeks earlier about knocking up a neg guy rattling around my head. "Aahhh fuck yeah..." the chaser moaned as my cock drove slowly into him. His chute felt good wrapping around my cock and when I bottomed out, he gave a firm squeeze with his ass muscles. My cock was leaking more than usual and soon his hole was really slick. It let me pound him harder and at one point I grabbed his hair and pulled it back before slamming in. While I ground my hips against his ass I whispered in his ear "Ready to get pozzed?" "Oh god yeah... Please breed me full of your bug... I want it so bad!" he cried out. His ring clamped down harder with each phrase, trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I could only thrust in a dozen more times before I began to shoot. The moan he let out told me how much he loved getting filled with my virus enhanced load. After the last pulse, I plowed his ass a few more minutes, churning up the cum inside him and hopefully pushing it deeper. Whether he felt as excited when he converted or when he tested positive, I would probably never know. After a short rest, I drilled him again until my cum needed to escape and help try and end his chase. He was a fun guy to fuck and when we finished told me he was very eager for a repeat. I spent the next 17 days breeding him until I showed up and his body was on fire. We only had a quick fuck that night and I left him passed out with one big load inside. I texted Chris and said "ur right. big rush when first one converts." A rational guy would have thought that once he'd experienced pozzing a guy it was enough and he should start medication to get himself undetectable. That's not what I did. Just like Chris had told me, I wanted more.

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.

I was due for a hall pass, so I planned one out for yesterday 2/17. My girlfriend and I are moving soon. While I will come back to Arizona periodically, I doubt I’ll have another hall pass on those trips. Since this is likely to be my last time hooking up in Arizona, I tried to plan out a big day. It was a good day, but it didn’t start out that way at first. After prepping at home and making plans with a guy nearby on Grindr, I drove over to his place. As I pulled up he told me AAA was there to fix his car. Then didn’t respond when I asked him if I should wait. 0-for-1. So I went over to Zorba’s. There were police in the parking lot, which freaked me out a bit. I’m thinking 0-for-2. Then I realize the police are there for a call next door—a shitty little motel—and I see them arresting a guy in his hotel room. I’m thinking that it might be possible they would stop in at Zorba’s afterward, but I say fuck it. Jacking off in a private room at a porn shop isn’t illegal. And I feel very strongly about my rights to privacy and sexual self-determination, so I say fuck it and walk in. The first guy I run into is a shorter, good looking middle-aged guy with a HUGE cock. Like the perfect penis. I suck him for awhile, and he fingers my hole. He can tell I’m already lubed up. He says he wants to fuck me, but first wants to see if we can find someone to fuck me while I suck him. We pull up our pants and walk around a bit, but we don’t find anyone unfortunately. As we’re waiting, he winks at me, and I smile and gulp. My throat is lonely. We go back into a booth and I immediately go to town on his cock. He cums soon after that, deep in my throat. I stay in the booth and keep watching porn for a minute while hitting poppers and glancing at the hallway. I can still taste the first guy’s cum in my mouth. Another middle-aged guy walks in, also good looking, and we exchange blowjobs for a bit. He gets me hard (usually difficult for me to do with guys) and then turns around, wanting me to fuck him. I start getting softer and I tell him I’ve never fucked a guy before. He gets the message, says he understands, and then leaves. We’re both looking to get some cum in our holes. It’s been about 45 minutes at this point, and I have other plans the rest of the day, so I leave. Next I go to Modern World in Tempe. I haven’t been here in years. The last time I went the place was crawling with drug users loitering outside and inside in the hallways, so I dipped out quickly. I checked online and guys said it had gotten better since they instituted a $5 cover charge. And I’d never seen the gloryholes there, so I decided to check it out again. It was a very small crowd, and while the drug users were gone, it wasn’t a great showing. A smaller Hispanic guy who speaks only Spanish follows me into my room. He can’t get hard and wants to play with my dick, so I move on. I find the gloryholes, and I suck an older guy through one for a bit. But his cock—while thick—is short and he can’t get much of it through the hole. The walls between the gloryholes are surprisingly thick. This trip seems to be a bust, so I move on. Still not impressed with Modern World. Next, I go to Chute. Get there about 1 pm. I had made plans to meet up with a guy there, and I give him my room number when I get there, all of which turns out to be a mistake. He’s a tall older guy with a nice cock, his cum tastes great, and I’ve hooked up with him before. Today, I suck his cock, he sucks me, he rims me, he fucks me with a condom in several different positions, and then eventually cums in my mouth. All pretty good right? Not exactly. Older Guy monopolized my time there, basically wanting to hang out in my room and periodically fuck for three hours, occasionally stopping to check the stock market, his texts, and call his wife after their burglar alarm went off (false alarm). At one point, he’s fucking me doggy style and gets a text. He has me go forward onto my stomach while he’s still inside me so that he can reach up and grab his phone. We lay there like that for a good minute so he can check his text. Older Guy keeps pressing me to get hard and cum despite me telling him I have difficulty getting hard with guys. He’s very judgmental about my activities (despite many of those being the same activities he engages in, and despite telling me that he tests much less frequently than I do). At one point, we take a walk around the place, where we see a few guys who look attractive to me. He taps me after each one and gives me a frown and a head shake. So judgmental! Maybe the worst thing about Older Guy is that he clearly doesn’t respect my relationship. I’ve explained to him how my open relationship works and what the rules are, and that my girlfriend and I are moving out of state soon, and I won’t have another hall pass before we leave. He keeps saying that I’ll change my mind about hooking up with him again, and saying that some of our rules are not negotiable. I have to keep getting firmer with him, until I eventually tell him that nothing is negotiable and our relationship is my priority (something I shouldn’t have needed to say explicitly). I should’ve thrown in the towel earlier, but at that point he’s been in my room for 2.5 hours and has been talking about cumming for the past 45 minutes. So I keep leading him in that direction, and he eventually cums in my mouth. Afterward, Older Guy asks more questions about my relationship, and I tell him that while my girlfriend is a little embarrassed to have her family find out, I’m usually open to talking about our relationship with friends and family. He asks why I wasn’t embarrassed, with a tone that implied that I should be embarrassed. I should’ve told off Older Guy and kicked him out long before that, but I was a little worried about his reaction. After our last hookup, I had told him my real name and what I do for a living—I’ll need to be more careful about that in the future. Thankfully, he eventually leaves and allows me to move on with my day. But I’ve definitely learned a lesson—if a guy acts clingy, judgmental, and possessive, tell him to go fuck himself! I actually feel good about one thing involving our interaction however. Around 1.5 hours in at Chute, when Older Guy leaves to call his wife about the burglar alarm, there’s another guy with a hat on who knocks on my door. Hat Guy had been hanging around my room frequently and had previously knocked to see if I was interested—I had told him no, and that I was there with my “friend.” At this point I’m so annoyed with Older Guy that I pull Hat Guy into my room. He’s a younger Hispanic guy with glasses in addition to the hat, and a huge, thick, perfectly trimmed cock. I suck him for a bit, and then we move to the edge of the bed, where he starts fucking me doggy style. I ask him to take a picture—I love taking pictures of myself being slutty. While Hat Guy is fucking me, I can hear all the lube in my ass squelching. He’s opening me up wide and pounding me. He cums in my hole and I do kegels around his cock to milk every last drop of his semen. He pulls out and I can feel his cum drip out of my hole. I suck him a bit again, we thank each other, and then he leaves. About a minute later, Older Guy comes back knocking on the door. After Older Guy leaves, I relax in my room for a minute to watch porn and get back in the mood (Older Guy had actually asked me to give him free professional advice for the last half hour 🤦🏼‍♂️). I relube my hole, grab my towel, poppers, and lube, and go for a walk around Chute. In one of the video rooms, I find three guys in the middle of a hot scene. One of them is sitting on the bench, one guy is standing up, and there’s one guy on his knees servicing both of them. I recognize the guy on the bench, an older stocky daddy with a thick cock and delicious cum. Stocky Daddy recognizes me as well. He motions me over and I sit next to him, lean over, and start to suck his cock. As I’m sucking him, he starts telling the other guys how good of a cocksucker I am, how much I love to suck cock, and how I’ve got a girlfriend who lets me hook up with guys. They react approvingly, and they have me get on my knees. The guy who had been on his knees stands up, and now I have two new cocks in my face. After my initial rough start, striking out at Modern World, and a rough early afternoon with Older Guy, my day is now definitely getting better. I start sucking both of the guys who are standing up, and they sort of fight each other for access to my mouth for a bit. One of them starts fingering my hole, and when I stick my ass out they know I want to take cock as well as give head. One of them, the original standing guy, stands me up and has me bend over. Standing Guy is a middle-aged, toned, muscular black guy with a good sized uncut cock. While he enters my hole from behind, the original kneeling guy stands on the bench in front of me and puts his cock in my open mouth. Kneeling Guy is a middle-aged Hispanic guy, kind of quiet with a smaller but tasty cut cock. After awhile they switch places. Throughout this whole experience, Stocky Daddy on the bench is stroking and hitting poppers while telling them to give me their cocks. I’m also hitting poppers occasionally. Its been about six months since my last spitroast, and I’m in heaven with two cocks inside me, one at each end. Eventually, my legs get sore and I need a breather. Standing Guy and Kneeling Guy laugh appreciatively and pat me on the ass, leaving the room. They’re only speaking Spanish but I think from their tone they’re impressed. As soon as I catch my breath I go back to sucking Stocky Daddy on the bench. He had the best cock and blew the best load during my last hall pass, so I really enjoy sucking him. As I’m sucking him on my knees with my ass in the air, Standing Guy comes back in. He motions to Stocky Daddy, who tells me that Standing Guy wants to fuck my ass again. I stand up and bend over, and Standing Guy lines me up with Stocky Daddy’s cock again. As I take him in my mouth, Standing Guy is behind me pressing into my hole. He presses me forward into the cock in front of me, and we get into a really good rhythm. It feels amazing. Eventually Standing Guy starts smacking my ass and jerking as he fucks me. Between that and his string of Spanish, I can tell he’s unloading deep in my hole. As he pulls out, I can feel a huge load fall out of my ass, and I hear it land on the floor with a loud *splat*. There was already a lot of other cum on the floor, but most of the rest of it was translucent after having settled for a bit. His load is thick and white. And there was a lot of it. I get back down on my knees and grab his cock, putting it in my mouth and licking off the last drops of cum. He says thanks and laughs, and I laugh and pat him on the ass as he walks out. I turn back to Stocky Daddy on the bench, sucking his cock yet again. He and I each keep hitting poppers, and he keeps talking dirty to me, telling me how much I love cock. I’ve got his cock sliding in and out of my throat, taking him to the base repeatedly and occasionally suckling on his thick spongy head. At the same time, I’m jacking my own cock with my asshole in the air, slick and cool as it leaks cum and lube down my balls and onto the floor. I’m so turned on that I cum on the floor with Stocky Daddy’s cock deep in my throat. I keep sucking him for a bit afterward, as well as another guy who had come in to watch the show, but eventually I get up and leave. At this point it’s about 4:30-4:45, and I had made one last set of plans for 5:30. I take a shower, sit in the steamroom for a minute, take another shower, and then pack up my stuff. My 5:30 plans are with a guy that I’ve hooked up with in the past through Sniffies. He’s a younger black guy, and he has a huge cock, about 8.5 inches long by 2.5 inches wide. He runs a Twitter account where he shares video of some of his exploits. I last hooked up with him in March 2021: I sucked his cock, he came in my ass, I sucked him hard again, and he came in my ass again, all within the span of about 30 minutes. I was looking to get something similar this time. He was looking to get me at the end of the day after I’d taken as many loads as possible. After some back and forth, I show up at his place about 5:45, and I’m out by 6:00. Much like last time, we get right down to business. I get to his room, undress, and get down on my knees. His cock looks and feels even bigger and thicker than I remember. I suck him for awhile and I can tell he’s enjoying it. He’s moaning and cursing, he’s rock hard, and he doesn’t seem to be in any rush. Eventually, I tell him I want him to fuck me. He says “fuck yes” and helps me up. I get on his bed on all fours. I ask if he’s going to take a video of him fucking my ass, and he says yes. I want documentary evidence of me taking his cock. I lube up my hole some more, and took a hit of poppers as he presses against my cunt. He’s bigger than any of the other guys who’ve been inside my hole today, and it hurts for a second as I adjust to his size. Then it just feels good. Feeling him stretching me out and filling me up 🤤 He takes out his phone and begins recording. He starts talking dirty, asking if I like being a cumdump slut. I told him I do, begging him to add his load. He puts the phone down and starts fucking me HARD. The way this guy fucks is just 🤌🏼 I’m taller than him by a few inches, and with my knees just outside his knees, he’s able to plant his weight so that every time he thrusts and bottoms out deep in my hole, his legs hit the back of mine. It just fits. That sensation all at once—his cock filling me up at the same time his balls hit mine and the same time his legs hit mine—is almost indescribably pleasurable. Then there’s the psychological pleasure of knowing that he’s getting close to cumming. Feeling him start to pause because he’s trying to hold off. Me begging him for his cum. Him asking if I want it. Feeling him transition into an urgent rhythm, grunting, and then holding my hips so that he can deposit his warm cum in my hole. Eventually he pulls out and I feel the familiar sensation of cum trickling from my hole, now exposed to the air. I turn around and suck him into my mouth. I can’t risk trying to get another load—I need to get home by 6:30. But he’s very appreciative. I get dressed, pack up my stuff, he walks me to the door, and we say our goodbyes. Then I go to my car, take a video of his cum dripping from my hole, and send it to him. It’s been a good day, one last lap around Arizona taking cock and cum. I started out the day with a huge cock in my throat, and ended the day with a huge cock in my ass. I’ve had 11 different cocks in my mouth and throat, swallowed two loads, been fucked by five guys, and taken three big loads of hot semen in my hole. Still in my car, I jack off and blow one last load of cum thinking about it. I change into clean clothes and go home.

Do you like sexy fiction? I have typed out a number of chapters for a story loosely based on my life. It has a few hits on another forum and felt like sharing them here. Here's a taste of the first chapter: Jock Strapped A cloudy, warm Monday starts off the school week in northwest Indiana. Al arrives at school at 7:45 AM. Only 15 minutes remain until his first class starts. He walks down the hall and greets his friends. Al arrives at his locker and takes his textbooks out. The bell is about to ring, so Al heads to class at the far end of the school. He takes his assigned seat and awaits the teacher's first instructions. To everyone's surprise, no schoolwork is scheduled for today. Instead, the teacher makes it a movie day and pops in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Al has never seen the movie before. As they get to the part where Ferris is in the shower, a strange feeling comes over Al. Why is he suddenly mesmerized by the sight of this young actor's shirtless body? Why can't he stop staring and feeling this warmth run through his veins? One of Al's classmates, a football player named Jake, notices Al's fixated look at the TV screen and chuckles. The movie progresses, and Al doesn't give much thought to what just happened, continuing to watch the movie. Class ends at 9:45 AM. Al packs up his bookbag and heads out. As he heads to his next class, Al feels his bladder move, so he stops and uses the restroom. He enters one of the stalls and relieves himself. As he does, Al hears the bell ring, and realizes he's late to class. Al quickly zips his pants up, washes his hands, and exits the restroom. "Hey, Al". Al turns around to see who called for him, and it's Jake. "Oh, hey, Jake", Al exclaims. "Late for class?", Jake asks. "Yeah", Al replies, "I got to hurry and get going". "Come here a minute. I want to talk to you about something", Jake says. Al walks over to Jake. "So what was that in class today?", Jake asks. "What was what?", Al replies. "You looking at that guy like that", Jake exclaims. "I don't know", Al says. "You like guys or something, dude?", Jake asks. "Um, no", Al says nervously. "It's cool if you like guys, man, I'm not gonna hate", Jake says. Al stands there frozen, not even sure of himself and what he likes at this stage in his life. "Ever been with a guy?", Jake asks. "No", Al replies. "Wanna fuck?", Jake asks. "I got to go", Al replies. "You're already late. Come on, let's go somewhere". Jake exclaims. Al, not wanting to cause a scene, agrees and goes with Jake. Jake and Al arrive in the gym's locker room. With everyone upstairs in the gym, both men walk into an office to the right that is mostly used to store sport equipment. Jake shuts and locks the door behind them. Al sits on a cushioned ottoman against the wall, his hands clenched together in his lap. "Nervous?", Jake asks, kicking off his sneakers. "A little", Al replies, a lump festering in his throat. Jake pulls his socks off, and Al looks down at Jake's large-sized feet. Standing there tall, looking at Al, Jake takes the hem of his shirt with both hands and pulls it up over his head. Al gazes in amazement at Jake's bare torso, smooth and athletically built. "This is what a real man looks like", Jake exclaims. He walks over to Al, who is nervously shaking inside. "It's okay", Jake says, taking one of Al's hands and placing it against his chest. Al's eyes grow wide, never having touched another male this way. He feels Jake's strong chest, the slightly spicy smell of Jake's skin moving towards him. "Touch me wherever you want", Jake exclaims. Al reaches with both hands and caresses Jake's chest. Jake licks his lips, feeling his nipples hardening under Al's palms. He takes Al by the head and pushes Al's face to his stomach. Jake's skin feels so warm and soft to Al. He kisses his stomach while rubbing Jake's nipples. Jake moans. "Oh yeah", he exclaims. Al sits up a bit and moves his mouth toward Jake's red nipples, kissing and licking them. Jake giggles, still holding Al by the head. "That's good", he exclaims. Al moves his mouth all over Jake, even around the edges of Jake's spicy armpits and down around again to his navel, sticking his tongue in it. "Oh", Jake moans, gripping Al's hair and tugging it. Jake feels all hot inside, while Al also feels his blood pumping and his heart beating fast inside his chest. During this time of respite, one of their classmates, Tim, walks down to the locker room from upstairs. As he approaches his gym locker, Tim senses that someone is near. He turns and looks in the shower and the restroom, but sees no one. The main office in the locker room is unoccupied as well. Tim turns towards the empty office and walks in. He approaches the door to the storage room and sees Al and Jake through the half-closed blinds to the door's window. Tim is surprised at what he's witnessing, but stands back and watches. Al, oblivious to the fact they're being watched, arrives at Jake's jeans. Jake looks down at Al with a grin on his face. Without a word, Jake tells Al what to do with his eyes. Al looks on approvingly, and reaches for Jake's belt. He pops open the buckle and Jake pulls his belt back to loosen the jeans. Al then reaches for the button, pops it, and pulls the zipper down. He pulls the flaps open, revealing Jake's red plaid boxers. Jake eases his jeans down and they fall to his ankles. Al looks back up at Jake, seeing the want in his eyes, then looks forward and takes the boxers by the waistband, pulling them down off of Jake's hips. Jake's cock flops out, his balls slightly jiggling. Al looks in awe at how large Jake's cock is, cut and at least a good 7 inches or so. Tim, who is still watching from the door, opens his mouth in astonishment as well. Al sits back with his hands on his thighs, still in somewhat of a frozen panic. "Go on, suck on it", Jake demands. Al reaches with one hand and grasps Jake's cock, which is engorged and pulsating in his hand. He leans forward, mouth open, and the meaty head meets Al's lips. Jake quivers, exhaling sharply. The taste of Jake's cock is both juicy and spicy, a flavor Al has never sensed before. He pushes his lips forward to take more skin in his mouth. "Ah yeah", Jake moans, his head arched back and smiling. Tim gets hot watching Al suck Jake and reaches in his gym shorts to fondle himself. Al moves his head back and forth, saliva running out from the corners of his lips, as he puts more suction on Jake's hard cock. "Like that cock, boy?", Jake asks. Al looks up at Jake and winks. "Love on my balls too", Jake demands. Al pulls away, Jake's cock still in his hand, and takes a hold of Jake's balls in his other hand. He fiddles with them, making them bounce, then takes them in his mouth, jerking Jake at the same time. "God", Jake moans. A salty, spicy taste hits Al's tongue as he sucks Jake's balls. Al spits them out and runs his tongue under Jake's cock and back up towards the head, licking the drop of precum from the tip. Tim is hard, jacking himself through his shorts, a look of amazement at how good Al is servicing Jake. "Ooh", Tim mouths. Al's mouth feels dry, but Jake wants more. He forces Al's mouth down the shaft of his cock, until Al's face is at his sparsely red-haired pubes. "Suck it, faggot", Jake demands. Al's eyes become watery as he gags on Jake's cock, feeling it fill up his throat. "Damn", Tim utters, squeezing his own cock. Al, his face resting against Jake's crotch, tries to put as much friction as he can. "That's a good boy", Jake exclaims. Jake pulls Al's head back and allows him to catch his breath. Al gasps and wipes the tears from his eyes. Jake's cock hangs there, soaked with Al's spit. Al regains his composure, only to realize that they're not finished. Jake turns around. "Eat my ass", Jake demands, bending over and sticking his ass in Al's face. Al gets an eyeful of Jake's thick buttocks, his crack slightly parted. With some hesitance, Al grabs Jake's buttocks and spreads them apart, exposing Jake's brown hole. The spicy musk from it hits Al's nostrils, the scent suddenly taking his anxiety away. Al leans forward and licks Jake's hole. "Ah", Jake moans, feeling Al's warm tongue on his hole. The taste is unreal, tangy like a sour fruit, but Al keeps licking. "Oh yeah, get in there, man", Jake exclaims. "Yeah", Tim mouths, reaching further into his shorts to rub his own hole as he watches Al rim Jake. Jake pushes Al's face deeper into his asscrack, til Al's nose is against it and his mouth around the opening. "Fuckin' eat it, bad boy", Jake exclaims. Al mouths and sucks the edges of Jake's hole and continues to flick his tongue repeatedly. "Oh oh, yeah", Jake moans. Al reaches over and grabs Jake's cock, jerking it as he eats Jake out. "Fuck", Jake moans. Sweat beads begin to emanate from Jake's buttcrack, and Al runs his tongue through it to catch the sweat. "Mmm, dirty boy", Jake exclaims. Tim, watching, rubs his hole and feels a drop of precum seeping from the pisshole of his cock. Al, his face covered with both his and Jake's sweat, leans back to take a breather. "How do I taste, faggot?", Jake asks. "Salty, tangy, I guess", Al shrugs his shoulders in response. "Yeah? Like the taste of my dick and ass, do ya?", Jake exclaims, "Now take your pants off and let me taste you". Al, compliant, pulls his pants and white briefs down. Jake looks down at Al's cock and raises his eyebrows. "Got some dick to ya, but I want that ass. Turn around", Jake demands. Al turns around and kneels on the ottoman. "Spread it", Jake demands. Al pulls apart his buttcheeks, revealing his smooth virgin hole. "Damn", Jake exclaims. Tim can also see Al's hole from his viewpoint and loves what he sees. Jake kneels down behind Al and takes handfuls of Al's firm buttocks, rubbing them. He then sticks his face down in Al's crack and begins licking it lovingly. "Oh Jake", Al moans, the warmth of Jake's breath and tongue on his pink hole. Al's hole tastes sweet to Jake, who digs deeper and kisses and prods the tight sphincter. Al braces himself with his hands on the wall and arches back, giving Jake a faceful of his ass. "Mmm, mmm", Jake grumbles, getting more excited as he eats Al out. Jake takes one of his thick fingers and presses the tip into Al's spit-covered hole. Al winces, feeling pressure against his hole. "Ever had anything up there?", Jake asks. Al nods his head no. Jake presses harder until he feels the sphincter pop, accepting his knuckles and sliding in with ease. Al gasps. Tim too is amazed at how eager Al's hole was to be penetrated. Jake pushes in harder and gets a good feel of Al's insides. Al breaths heavy, still processing the feeling of Jake's finger in his ass. "Like that?" Jake asks. "Be careful", Al replies. "Yeah?", Jake exclaims, sliding his finger back and forth in Al's hole, watching the sphincter bow in and out. Al whimpers, his hole still tight and slightly painful. "Maybe you just need to be loosened up with something bigger", Jake exclaims. Jake stands up and pulls Al to his feet. "Bend over", Jake demands. Al bends over, his hands pressed into the ottoman. Jake stands behind Al, dick in hand, and inches towards Al's hole. Al can feel Jake nearing him. "Aren't you gonna use a condom? Teacher said that wearing one protects against STDs", Al says. "Don't got one, but I'm a virgin too and won't give you no disease", Jake replies. With reluctance, Al keeps his position as Jake pushes his big cock into Al's hole. Al moans as he feels Jake's cock stretch his hole, sliding deeper and deeper til it can't go any further. "Fuck, you're so tight", Jake exclaims. Tim is very turned on seeing Jake inside Al. He pulls his gym shorts down a bit to freely jack himself off. Al holds his ass, feeling how Jake's cock fills him up. "Ready to get fucked?", Jake asks. Al nods his head yes. Jake takes Al by the waist and gently rocks his hips back and forth. The friction loosens up Al's hole, easing the pain to where Al feels relaxed. He reaches down with one hand and jacks himself as Jake continues to thrust. Jake slaps Al's ass, making him jump. "Gimme that ass", Jake exclaims. Jake pushes in and pulls back several times, almost making Al fall over. Jake picks up some speed, making their skin claps together. "Like that fucking dick in your ass, faggot?", Jake exclaims. "Oh yes", Al moans. "Yeah? Like big dudes fucking you?", Jake exclaims, beginning to pound harder. "Oh Jake, oh Jake, oh Jake", Al says under his breath, feeling Jake slam into him harder and harder. Tim jerks himself harder at the sight of Al getting nailed. Jake lets Al have it, their skin clapping together louder as Jake pistons Al's hole. "Oh, oh, oh", Al moans, the top of his head and the palms of his hands pressed against the wall, bracing himself against the impact. Al's buttocks ripple with each slam. Jake, a devilish look on his face, bites his lip as he gives a few more forceful thrusts. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!", he grunts. Tim feels the urge to cum and quietly shoots his load on the door frame, ecstasy etched across his face. Al feels pressure well up inside him, and before long, he too shoots his load, all over the floor. Jake's eyes roll back and shoots his hot load deep inside Al. "Oh yeah", Jake grumbles, feeling the release. Al, still hunkered over, licks his lips and swallows the lump in his throat, trying to catch his breath. Jake pulls his cock out of Al and watches his cum leak out of Al's busted hole. "Nice and fucked", Jake exclaims. Tim, not wanting to get caught, pulls his shorts back up and walks out of the locker room. Al's legs quiver as he puts his pants and underwear back on. Jake redresses himself and smiles at Al. "Good fucking with you", he exclaims. Jake exits the storage room and heads to his class. Al lags behind, still trying to walk right. He takes the time to wipe up his mess off the floor, not wanting anyone to find out what happened. As he exits the storage room, Al sees white matter on the bottom of the door, and realizes that somebody had been watching them. With a nervous look on his face, Al hurries out and heads to class, thinking of an excuse as to why he was late.

Some of the issue might fall back on the "Old Guard Leather" rules- bottoms are supposed to always be hosed out and ready. Anything less was a failure.I think I had little problem being spotless as a teen and thru the twenties, but as I got older and my gut changed, always being spotlessly clean became more and more of an issue. For me at least, I still have to be sure my hole will be clean throughout play before I can relax and get into it. And yeah, if there is stink, it kills my libido .

What a great twist with the body swap! Loved it!

In my 20s I was a versa bottom and liked guys well into their 40s more than I did guys my own age. In my 30s, my range became 20s-50s. I discovered I was multiorgasmic in my mid-to-late 30s and became a versa top. That didn't really change the range of ages in which I was interested though. In my 40s, I moved over to a total top and my interest range became 20s-60s. Now that 60 isn't as far in the distance as it used to be for me, my range is 40s and above. I'm honest about my age in all my profiles. I won't ping anyone under 40, but if someone under 40 pings me, I'll respond. If we hook up, we hook up. If we don't, his loss. (I tell people all the time how old I am and am consistently told that I look 10-15 years younger. There's no picture over the mantle, I doubt it's good genes, and I'd be lying if I said it was good living. So, <shrug>.) In OH so many ways, youth is wasted on the young. I neither ascribe to nor worship at the cult of youth. I do see it for what it is though. And it rather bores me. (And I just realized a large part of that may be my naturally contrarian nature, where I shy away from what everyone else does.) As others have said, older men know who they are, what they like/don't like and what they want. The same can't be said for as many young men. Twinks are nice to look at but I don't think one of them could handle a 3+ hour session of sex with me like a more mature man can. I'm way past the age where looks matter to me, in part because I'm old enough to know that a pretty package could contain something ugly and putrid. So things OTHER than looks are what attracts me to men. Many of them DO revolve around body hair, but there are other things I find attractive too. And I like builds from skinny right up to linebacker. (I find a Pooh belly OH so attractive, especially when it's hairy!) So, yes, I would fuck Quasimodo if he ticked off any of a number of boxes on my list of things I like in men. Even if I fucked a man who is older than me every day for the next 20 years, I still wouldn't make a dent in that population. But I would do my damnedest to make sure every one of those 7300 men had an experience that they would remember for years to come!

I debated about writing this as it may not seem terribly interesting for this site. And given my own crazy past sex life, this is mild. But I wanted to anyway because I'm so happy right now. I have a friend I've known for six years. We met at a job. We clicked instantly as friends even though he's considerably younger than me. ( He was 24 to my 46, I'm older than his dad, lol.) He was married at the time to a bitch who didn't like me. (He's bisexual, and she was jealous of our friendship) He got divorced and met another chick, got married again and had a kid who is now 2. We've kept in touch and in Dec he told me his second marriage failed as well. So I've never hit on him before. I have lines I won't cross, especially with friends. But I decided, what the hell, and on Christmas sent him a text basically telling him I want to suck his cock. He responded favourably, but with his kid we hadn't been able to hook up. Until last night. His ex took his daughter for a few, so I went over to his place. After some weed and a bit of Netflix, (I'm not getting mushy, but it was SO nice to just be with a man, and to hold him and be held again. I haven't touched another man in over three years!) we finally got down to it. I can't even describe how it felt to have a cock in my mouth again after so long! I gave him the best head I could and was rewarded with his sweet, sweet cum. It was the best thing I had ever tasted!!! He just jerked me off as he wasn't mentally ready to suck me off yet, given his last few months. But I didn't care. I had the taste of his cum fresh in my mouth. And we're definitely going to be getting together a LOT more frequently! He likes ass play, so that will absolutely be in the future! I'm just so fucking happy to have a friend with benefits again!

Well said. I don't think anyone can simply "turn" gay. There must be some inborn inclination (perhaps completely subsumed by O.R* or cultural pressures) there in the first place, which can (and should) be brought forth into consciousness. They say that time heals all wounds, and I think it's true that the passage of time can at least lessen them. I don't believe there's a switch somewhere in our minds that can be simply flipped to "turn on" being gay. Even when heavily inculcated with the old enemy O.R. or cultural restrictions, the truth will eventually emerge in most cases. Some, tragically, are not able to burst through the bubble of repression however, and that it truly abominable. *Organized Religion

I'm loyal to my Pimp Daddy. Yes, he sets me up with a select few other truckers so that they can enjoy my pussy, but I don't go seeking other men any more. Other gurls .... he's definitely okay of I go do that but would love to be invited once LOL But as for other men, I'm not taking on anyone new unless they go through my Pimp Daddy, they drive a truck and he clears them first. He's protecting me and keeping me safe.

^ demonstrates one of the most important signs of maturity in a fellow Breeder. Every Hole in a darkroom - ass up - Hole well fucked - accepting any Cock - any load, is, in and of itself, worthy of "connecting" with. Race, ethnicity, financial status, relationship status, cultural identity, are all totally irrelevant. The entire point of fucking in darkrooms is that we are ALL equals in a darkroom. Men, exchanging sexual Lusts, are what matters, and precious little else. I would point out that there are some men that either aren't aware or don't care about the required "prep work" before hitting the backrooms, and those are the only Holes I avoid. That said, every man has biological necessities, and preparing one's Hole is an important part of exercising our sexual Lusts. That's my only "limit" when I Breed Holes. I don't happen to like getting fucked, but I still make sure I'm available, in the off-chance that there's a really special "connection" to another man that wants it, because I know that he wants that special "connection" too. Actually, 99 out of 100 times, that process is for naught, but on the rare occasions when it proves important, I'm at least prepared for something "special" to take place. It took me years and years to understand the connection that's available through the concept of reciprocity: it's not all about what I want, it's all about sharing. While every raw Hole taking loads is special, that "special connection" doesn't always take place, but the celebration of mutual Lusts being fulfilled, over and over and over again, is. My own particular preference is for plenty of hairy men - HoleHair - probably because I possess very little. I suppose it's the "opposites attract" thing, but I've loved fucking hairless Holes, skinny ones, sometimes fat ones, regardless of other extraneous factors. In a different thread, I described fucking a neighbor in a bar that I don't like at all, and it was a great fuck. In the darkrooms, Hole needing Cock is Hole needing Cock, and rutting in each one is what sating the BreedLust is all about. And that's more than enough.

Well, to be honest, I’ve never quite understood the thinking behind the particular fantasy of being used by random homeless men. I mean, I suppose if a person were to look at them as an “undesirable” class of persons, then one might feel some sense of humiliation, but I’ve never looked at the homeless that way. I see men in difficult, challenging, sometimes tragic life circumstances struggling to meet basic human needs. Granted that sex is a basic need, but when you don’t know where your next meal is coming from or whether you’re going to be able to find a safe place to sleep out of the elements tonight, spending a lot of time hunting up random cumdumps to fuck can’t be high on the list of priorities, I wouldn’t think. Never having, by God’s grace, been homeless myself, I’m obviously speculating. There may be others here who can speak to it with more authority. It may be that I have been cunted by a number of anonymous homeless men who have taken advantage of my open door, and if so, I’m very glad of it - if using my body allows them to meet at least one of their human needs for that day, I’ve been put to my best possible use. In fact, that’s the thing that brings me the greatest fulfillment and gratification of all when I’m lying in a post-fuck mess of sweat and cum - the knowledge that that Top needed me, and he was able to take what he needed.

I definitely like it to at least be rough enough that I’m going to feel it constantly for the next day or two. Nothing like remembering the fuck while you’re doing everyday stuff like working or kissing your boyfriends hello innocently after you return home. Haha

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.

Oh, come on, you just wanna hear, what rubbish I'm going to say while cumming 😉🤣 Jokes apart, THIS is my definition of a perfect breeding adventure! Hopefully one day we could go on a breeding mission together. It's one thing to go out having fun on your own, but it's something special to share that with a BreedBuddy who clicks on the same vibe... It's on my bucket list to go out with a BreedBuddy and see at the end of the day who will have filled more holes... and sharing that fulfillment about having executed the same mission.

There are delirious and ecstatic states states of consciousness that fucking can take you to. I'm always honored and grateful when I experience it myself, or when I can enable it for a breeder.

Anyone who hides behind a faceless profile is a ball-less piece of shit no better than a loose cunt it doesn't matter if they claim to be a top or a bottom. A pussy is always nothing more than a pussy.

Yes ! Yes ! Totally agree with you - my Mother and Father were free expression / thinking sexual active at home and public - the whole family was - then the Divorce ! My Mother became very sexually active - bring home black men from the bars - having sex . I was still young - peeking in her bed room window - she was active and having fun ! I was watching her pussy fucked hard and multi times ! Times , mom be smoking and drinking , tell me it's time for a enema - laying across her legs - inches away looking at her hairy pussy / aroma from there - using the enema stem up my hole ! Later on , first time sucking a black cock in the woods ( his partner white fem boy ) remembering of my mother - getting experienced - doing it ! I was , later , being transformed into a mini fem boy - later mother found out - fem boy in the house -she loved it - think I should of been born a female ! Pusy Whore like my mother - sharing black cocks !

The 10 load hotel visit - load 8 My no load refused policy kicked in when a complete bulshy twat wanted to dump a load. He’s used me before and I don’t like the guy but he offered 8.5 inches so I had to take him. He has a terrible attitude but I was in need. I was on all fours when he forced his semi sweaty dick into my cunt. A few pathetic thrusts and he got hard. He was turned on by the tags on my back and ass and the dripping anon cum loads. He got off inside me adding his 4 day load and making it load number 8. He wrote SLUT on my back and left leaving his load dripping! I still wanted more!

I would love to have a pussy... I'd be so so pregnant .... all the time !

Chapter 15 - Prom, Part 2 By the time the clock struck midnight, it was official- prom was a resounding success. Almost every one of Brian and Jake’s friends were incredibly supportive. If anyone had any negative feelings about their friends coming out, they kept it to themselves. Both boys were basking in the glow of living their true selves, and being able to do it with each other made it all the better. Brian even managed to get used to the various “nice catch” compliments he was getting all night; which of course he wholeheartedly agreed with. As prom was winding down, Brian was ready to proclaim it the best night of his life. As he walked out of the event venue, tie now loose around his neck, holding his jacket in one hand, his boyfriend’s hand in the other, he was thinking about how he would always remember this night. Coming out, being with Jake- he didn’t think it could get any better. Jake had already taken initiative and ordered an Uber as the entire senior class was busy getting kicked out of the restaurant. It must have been waiting nearby, as it was already outside when they got out to the parking lot. They said goodbye to their friends before climbing in the back seat, never letting go of the other’s hand. As the car left the party to take the boys home, Brian spoke up. “I’m pretty sure that was perfect.” “Yeah” Jake replied, before taking a big breath as he reviewed his night and realized just how happy he was. “Thank you, for making this happen.” The two locked eyes. “Thank you for being the most amazing, forgiving, and, not to mention, smoking hot boyfriend a guy could ask for” Brian replied, before leaning in to give Jake a kiss. Feeling rather exhausted, he put his head against Jake’s shoulder, his hand on Jake’s upper leg, and snuggled up while taking his own deep breath. He wasn’t ready to sleep, but he closed his eyes, just for a moment, to soak in this feeling. As Brian laid up against Jake’s muscular wrestler body, he thought he could feel him shaking. Brian opened his eyes, sat up a bit, and asked “Are you cold?” Jake laughed “No, why?” “You felt like you were shaking.” “Maybe, but it’s not because I’m cold.” Jake had a smirk on his face, which precipitated a confused look on Brian’s, who then realized his eyes had been closed for a few minutes at least. As he looked out of the car, he noticed they weren’t headed in the direction of his house. “Where are we going?” Brian asked. “Nowhere special, but some place private” Jake responded softly, trying to keep his cool. Brian just shot him a confused look; one that Jake could barely make out against the dim glow of streetlights shining into the car. “You’ll see” he said. ************ “Uh, is this the place?” The Uber driver seemed a little surprised to be bringing two high school boys from prom to a “budget” motel. “Yup, thanks” Jake responded, bounding quickly out the door of the car, basically pulling Brian out along with him. “A motel?” Brian asked. Jake didn’t respond. He just kept walking, quicker than normal, down the straight line of motel rooms. Brian could tell he was nervous. Jake dug into his pockets and pulled out a key attached to a big plastic tag. Finally, the pair got to the door of the last room at the motel. Jake inserted the key, opened the door, and gave Brian a quick glance- a mixture of nerves and lust. As soon as Brian rounded the corner into the room, Jake pulled him close, and the two high schoolers released all of the nervous energy that had kept them tightly wound-up all night into the most passionate make out session they had had to date. Brian pushed Jake backwards onto the motel bed as they kissed, and crawled on top of him, never breaking the connection until he finally said “Tonight was amazing”. Jake reached up and ran his hand through his boyfriend’s brown hair. “Yes, it was. And it’s not over yet.” Brian rolled onto his back on the bed and took a deep breath. “I can’t believe you got a motel room” he said with a laugh. He started peeling off his tux, which by this point was drenched in sweat from nerves and dancing. “Yeah, well I couldn’t really afford a hotel, and I wanted to be with you tonight. I want you to fuck me.” “Jake! You know I can’t do that!” Brian sat up, tux jacket and dress shirt still on, but both unbuttoned, showing his smooth, glistening chest and abs. “We have to be careful.” “Yeah, I know.” Jake replied, standing up and starting to take off his clothes now too. He quickly removed everything down to his boxers before turning back and looking at Brian, whose stiffening cock he thought he could make out through the thin dress pants he was still wearing. “But we can fuck around and be careful at the same time.” He picked up the tux jacket and reached into the inner breast pocket, and pulled out four or five condoms. Brian smiled- he was going to give Jake another warning, but deep down he already knew it was a formality. “No matter what we do there’s a chance I could infect you. Apparently, time-wise, I’m pretty toxic…”, he air-quoted the word, not sure Jake would get it, “…right now.” “It’s prom, I love you, and I’ll take my chances.” With that, Jake walked closer and Brian leaned back, his hands behind him on the bed, his legs bent underneath him at the knees, presenting his stiffening poz cock and smooth slim torso to this star athlete he had caught as his boyfriend. Jake’s hands when right to Brian’s pants, unzipping them and taking out Brian’s semi-hard 7.5in cock. Before Brian could protest, as this was not what he would have considered being careful, Jake attacked the twink’s cock with his mouth. Brian’s dick stiffened to attention immediately as it made its way deep into Jake’s warm throat. Jake’s hands ran up the gap in Brian’s shirt, caressing his smooth hard body as he sucked his dick. After a minute or so, Jake maneuvered himself onto the bed, and Brian could no longer hold himself up that way, so he collapsed down. Jake crawled over him, undid the belt, and slid off his pants and, to his surprise, sexy briefs. Then he helped Brian get out of his jacket and shirt before pausing for just a moment to soak in the sight of his naked 18 year old poz boyfriend. He went back to sucking Brian’s cock, which Brian allowed for a few minutes before grabbing Jake’s hair and turning the tables on him; pushing him back into the pillows and moving to take his own position of power. “I can’t cum in your mouth, and you had me close.” Brian pulled Jake’s boxers off of him, finally releasing his hard thick cock from it’s confines. Then, he went down on him just as he had in his Jeep in the high school parking lot a few weeks prior; which was the last time they had done more than make out. Jake closed his eyes and let Brian go to town, letting out a few faint moans- Brian was getting good at sucking dick. As Brian swirled his tongue around the tip of Jake’s hard cock, Jake clenched the comforter and did his best to stop himself from cumming. He didn’t want to explode what was sure to be a massive load in Brian’s mouth. “No.” Jake said, before grabbing Brian’s shoulders and lifting him up from his throbbing cock. “What?” Brian replied, a little confused. He thought for sure he’d have made Jake cum by now. Jake had other plans. Jake was his high school’s star wrestler, and it showed with how much quicker and stronger he was than Brian as he forced him to flip places yet again, Brian now flat on his back. He propped himself up a bit with his forearms and saw Jake moving to position his cock for a clear shot at his ass. “Wait, wear a condom!” “You came in me last time, I want to cum in you.” “This is NOT a good idea!” Brian pleaded with Jake. As much as Brian had been turned on throughout his entire pozzing journey, even when he was essentially being forced, he had only ever though of pozzing Jake as a gigantic mistake. He cared for his boyfriend more than anything he had ever cared about in his life, and didn’t want him to suffer for his bad decision making. “Me topping you will be fine” Jake responded, practically begging Brian to let him fuck him. “That’s not necessarily true” Brian said with a sigh. Jake just looked into his eyes, the love between them making the connection incredibly intense, and Brian could tell that Jake was still hoping for permission. “But it would be better than me fucking you.” Jake took that as permission. He grabbed Brian by the shoulder with his left hand, spit on his right hand before grabbing his cock, and guided it towards Brian’s smooth, tight ass hole. As Jake felt the tip of his cock touch Brian’s hole, he couldn’t stop himself. He thrust himself forward. His dick broke through and was now inside of his scrawny twink boyfriend. Brian let out a loud yelp as Jake’s barely lubed dick entered him. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, but his ass was still tight, and he was still unused to a having a thick hard rod slammed deep into it. This turned Jake on even more. He had loved letting Brian take him the first time they had sex, but now he was getting turned on by the fact that they were in their expected roles- the strong muscular jock pounding the skinny nerd. Jake didn’t last long; Brian had gotten him pretty worked up already with his superb blowjob. Jake pounded away as hard as he could for maybe a minute or two. Brian’s one hand was holding on to Jake’s arm, the other way on his chest. He could feel Jake shudder, and then Jake made one last forceful thrust before unleashing a massive load into Brian’s ass. Fully spent after a long day and hard fuck, Jake collapsed onto Brian, and they began making out again. Brian wrapped his legs around Jake and put one hand on his back while the other ran through his dark hair, capturing him in a tight embrace as they kissed. Jake had pulled his cock out, and Brian felt the cum leaking out his ass; it really had been a massive load. Brian wondered if Jake had cum at all since he sucked him off a few weeks back. After making out for a few more minutes, the two eighteen year olds just lie together, entangled on the motel bed, catching their breath. “I love you Jake, and that was amazing, but it was not a good idea.” Brian said, trying to come across as caring not scolding. Jake understood his tone. “I know, I brought the condoms for a reason. I just, I guess I know those other guys got to breed you, and I wanted to do it too. But, yeah, I should probably be more careful.” “It’s okay baby, it was fucking amazing.” ************ Brian and Jake cuddled together for a while after that, both tired but neither succumbing to sleep as the clock ticked into the early morning hours. Jake had snuck some vodka and rum out of his house, and so they boys each took a few shots and horsed around, alternating making out, feeling each other up, and just enjoying their two naked teenage bodies together and alone in a cheap motel. They were both tipsy, if not pretty much drunk, after a little while, and as Brian got up off the bed to go to the bathroom, Jake admired how his cock hung off his slender frame, how his leg muscles flexed any time he walked, and how his perky runner ass made him sexier than Brian would ever realize. He had never enjoyed watching someone walk that much before. While Brian was in the bathroom, Jake finally ripped open the covers of the bed and spread out, his head spinning a bit as he laid it down on the pillows. As Brian came out, Jake opened his legs wide to beckon Brian in so that he could hold him and feel more of his hot body. Brian loved what he saw too- Jake’s lean body, more muscular than Brian’s but still thin. His strong thighs, his patch of dark bush above his cock. He climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in between Jake’s legs, playing with cock as he caressed his leg. “Did you realize how awkward I was? Jake asked. “What?” “When we ran into each other at BU. When I asked you to be my roommate. I honestly had no idea I could get a crush on someone so fast.” “Are you telling me you didn’t have a crush on me before!?” Brian playfully scoffed. “I really didn’t. You won me over in one day.” “Well, you know I had a giant crush on you for a while.” “I know” Jake responded with a cheesy smile. “I couldn’t believe it when you were there at BU. I couldn’t believe it when we spent the whole day together and you asked me to be your roommate. I couldn’t believe it when you kissed me.” Brian paused, and Jake kept smiling. “I especially couldn’t believe it when you let me fuck you.” Brian was getting turned on by thinking about their first time together. Both he and Jake were exhausted and buzzed, and their minds were in that hazy, could fall asleep at any moment state, and yet Brian’s cock was getting excited again. He took his cock in his hand as it neared it’s full 7.5 inch length again, and lightly rubbed the tip against Jake’s asshole. “I thought for sure you’d be the one fucking me, like tonight.” “What can I say, your cock is amazing, and I wanted it inside me. I wish we could do that again.” Jake replied, his eyes closed as he pictured himself getting fucked. Brian’s kinky, danger-seeking brain was getting a hit of adrenaline again, bringing him to that place where he made decisions he might later regret. He looked down at his hard cock, and knew it was essentially a weapon hanging there between his legs. And yet, it was his best feature, and he had to admit that he felt pretty damn sexy being poz. He imagined for a moment what it would be like to poz up Jake. He had been acting risky all night, but at the same time it seemed like he didn’t want to get infected. And yet, Brian thought about how hot it would be to make his first conversion his fellow 18 year old twink boyfriend. He thought about what they could do together in college if they were both poz. The other side of him was being more rational- and reminded Brian what he had learned lately: Brian could get on drugs for HIV, Jake could get on Prep, and they could fuck bare all they wanted. If Brian wasn’t exhausted, buzzed, and incredibly horny, that argument would have won out. But once again, that same feeling that came over him when he first texted Adam back, when he showed up at Adam’s house, when he let Adam bring him into that party- it was back. He grabbed Jake’s legs and put them up onto his shoulders, lined up his cock, and pushed it into Jake’s negative ass. “Whoa, what are you doing!” Jake’s exhaustion wiped away in an instant. He moaned as he felt Brian’s long cock slink its way deep inside his ass; it still hurt, being his second time, but he loved the feeling. And then he remembered why this shouldn’t be happening. “Brian!” he yelled. “Oh my god Jake your ass feels so good on my cock!” Brian yelled right back. “Brian stop! You’re going to poz me!” Jake tried to get out of this, but he was in a prone position, and they both learned then that Brian was stronger than he looked. Brian had basically bent Jake over as he began fucking him, and now was able to hold him down as he drilled his toxic cock deep into Jake’s hole. “Bri!!!” Jake pleaded. Brian knew he should stop, but he was getting high off of the control and the power he had in the moment. He stayed silent and just kept Jake pinned down and taking Brian’s cock in his negative ass. It didn’t take long for Brian’s balls to feel like they were overflowing with his toxic, newly-poz cum. Brian arched his shoulders back, pulled back on Jake’s legs and held on to them tight, and let out a long “fuckkkk” as he erupted balls deep in Jake’s ass.

I have a big thing for bottom dads and incest role play where I am the top bull son. The intense intimacy that this role play can provide makes me cum crazy hard. I'd love to meet a real fam couple to play with, but I recognize that's extremely unlikely. Still, the fantasy fuels a lot of my semen squirting.

Those going to IML you have to go to The Steamworks bathhouse. It’s worth your time to go.

I'm not sure, I was a teenager, maybe 16, when a man stuck his cock through a glory hole in an old public toilet stall. Wish I had started earlier though.

So I had decided to be a bugchaser. I craved it. All the time. Fantasized about poz cock and toxic cum. I started spending time at the Hospice my congregation served. Anytime a man with AIDS came in to live his last few days, I spent time with him. Talked with him. Lusted after his wasted body. Offered comfort. More than once I held a hand while the virus took its final toll. More than once I helped a wasted AIDS patient shower. I even went so far as to strip down with him and stand in the shower with him. More than once someone on the verge of death grew hard with desire as I gently washed his body. More than once I used my hand to bring him to pleasure at least once more before he passed. More than once as I stood behind a wasted man, supporting him in the shower and let him grind his ass against my hard cock. A couple of times I let my cock slip into his body, giving him on last moment of intimacy. Allowing him once more to give himself over to desire and lust. No one knew what I was doing, sexually, with the patients. They knew I helped with bathing and personal care. But the staff trusted me and left me alone with the patients any time I came in. Two gay male nurses suspected. More than once they ran interference when another staff member was about to enter the room. They thought I was a good guy for being intimate with these men who had little time left. One of the nurses, Greg, a 23 yr old hot-as-fuck jock with a smooth torso and electric blue eyes even went so far as to whisper a quick "thanks for what you do" wink. wink as I left the hospice one night. I asked him to walk me to my car. I was overwhelmed by his raw sexuality. His beautiful form and masculine energy. He had a nice bulge in his scrubs. I guessed he had about 8". We got to my car having had a more frank discussion on the way there. I said,"Look Greg, I am not entirely altruistic in what I'm doing. I have some ... well ...ulterior motives. I just don't like people thinking I'm some kind of saint or something. I do care about them but I also am....." "Pastor," he interrupted me, "it's pretty clear to me and Kevin (the other gay nurse) that you are really a fag and that you're probably looking to get infected. You're a bugchaser right?" "ummm..." I hesitated. "Or at least a serious wannabe," he said quickly. It was dark out but I think he could tell I was blushing and half-terrified. "Nobody has a clue, except me and Kevin. We've been keeping you safe from prying eyes. Hell, we've both wanked a patient or two in our time here." he spoke softly and quickly, "the thing is we've never met a religious person like you. These guys are getting the best of both worlds from you. Keep up the good work." He turned and walked quickly back to the entrance. "See you next Wednesday, Pastor." he yelled back before he went inside. I opened the car and practically fell into the seat. Good thing I didn't have to fumble with any keys because my hands were shaking so bad I couldn't have held onto them. I realized I was playing with fire. Not the bugchasing but living this double life. It had been two years since the kid in the park had shot a toxic load up my hole. Two years of playing in porno stores and parks and mall restrooms. Two years of more cocks than I could count, more cum than I could remember. I had started PREP until I figured out how to do this. It was time to get serious. I had to get my shit together. I may have become a depraved faggot but I still loved my family and my work. I needed to get some things in order so when the shit hit the fan they'd be ok. I slumped back in the seat of the car. My cock was hard as a rock and bound up in my briefs. I reached down to adjust it, still thinking about my family. My wife who, because of physical issues, was no longer sexual. My younger son. Jason, 16 and so like me. Furry at 16. But a wrestler and built. He was also hung. My older son, Kyle, 18, collegiate swimmer - definitely his mother's child. I loved seeing him naked at the gym. He was smooth. Hung, I instinctively reached for my cock and started rubbing against the fabric of my chinos. A wet spot was already forming. My lips parted slightly, I moaned lightly and dropped my head back. Kyle is so smooth and beautiful. I remembered last time we were in the gym shower at the same time. I was looking at his body as he showered across the room, my cock chubbing up. He was so attentive to his washing. Soaping his broad chest and supple abs. He bent over away from me and his beautiful bubble butt parted slightly as he washed his legs. His hole, pink and perfect, winking at me. I turned quickly away as he stood. My cock was at full mast. I was [banned word] on my own son. In the car my hand rubbed harder and faster on my crotch. My cock twitched in my pants. So close to cumming. I could see him reflected in the shower hardware. He had turned full frontal and was absently wash/stroking his cock, getting harder and harder. I was seeing my own son getting aroused. He looked up and suddenly realized what he was doing. I swear he kept looking for a long moment. I swear that I saw in his reflection a look of pure lust as his eyes ran up and down my body. I shifted as though I was going to turn around and he quickly turned his back to me and started rinsing again. I grabbed my towel and practically ran out of the shower. My breathing was ragged and I was moaning so loudly in the car that had someone passed by they'd have known exactly what I was doing. My thoughts returned to that day in the gym. I had calmed down, had my boxer briefs on and was sitting on the bench rubbing out my head when Kyle came over the his locker next to mine. He opened the upper locker door. I couldn't see his face but he turned facing me and dropped his towel. There just inches from my lips was my son's beautiful, plumped up cut cock, twitching and just begging for me to.... In the car I groaned loud enough to be heard across the parking lot and started shooting load after load of jizz into my pants. In my perverted mind, I gave into my base desires and took that beautiful cock into my mouth. I had the most evil thought flicker through my brain as my orgasm began to subside, "Soon I'll be toxic. Soon I'll be filled with AIDS babies. Maybe I should share my gift with my son." As I came down. I was so turned on. So appalled at my own thoughts. I needed more cock...now. I put the car in gear and headed off into the night, headed to the park where it all started to have more random anonymous cock and cum.

Hands free, fucking induced prostate orgasms are what make me an insatiable bottom. I usually have multiple p-spot orgasms during a fucking session, often when my cock is completely flaccid. Sometimes I'll cum that way and a top will observe it and stop, my reaction is always "keep going, don't stop!" and I'll cum again. Full body rhythmic orgasms that leave my body tingling and I can get over and over in a single fucking......best thing on earth.

Eventually they let me go. I stumbled to a seat, pulled-up my underwear and jeans and sat there, feeling like a pig, as cum soaked through my clothing, only to be absorbed into the seat cover. Men came and went, watching the movies and drinking cans of beer. I guess I must have drifted off 'cause when I awoke it was late in the evening. The cinema was still full, but the clientele had changed. There were more older men, rough looking, some looking like they hadn't washed recently. I asked a guy next to me the time, and what was going on. He replied the cinema had a special reduced price once a week for retired guys, or guys on benefits, real trolls, and that meant most other guys stayed away. As I looked around I realised I was the youngest guy in the cinema, and the I was surrounded by guys who were watching me as much as watching the film. I also noticed several of the men were jerking themselves, cocks protruding from stained trousers beneath their fat bellies. My throat went dry and I felt my own cock stiffening in my pants. A man in an old jumper offered me his fat cock and I leaned over to suck him. His cock tasted salty and his groin smelled of piss. That was apparently a signal to the rest of the men, because within seconds there was a free-for-all, and I was theirs for the taking: I was surrounded, hands investigated my body, slid under my shirt, felt-up my chest, and even went so far as to jerk the cock in my mouth. I grunted with approval, only to find a bottle of poppers had been thrust under my nose. Next my shirt was gone and rough fingers pinched my nipples. I staggered to my feet, sensing this was too much, and aghast I had allowed old, bloated wretches to take command of my body, but at the same time the poppers were swirling in my brain and I nearly fainted. Hands grabbed my arms to steady me and someone whispered. "Steady kid, we 'aint gonna hurt you." They dragged my trousers and pants down, and I heard them hiss with anticipation as my cock sprang up stiff as a poker. Immediately, a balding old man bent and took it in his mouth, his lips encrusted with cold-sores. "Nooo!" I instinctively murmured, even as I thought his services felt excellent. Then a man in the row behind leaned forward and kissed me, his unshaven face rubbing against mine, and his tobacco breath in my nostrils. His shirt was open, and he guided my hands to his fat, sweaty tits which sported rings in the nipples. Slowly, ever so gently, he pulled me forward until I was bent over the seat back where somehow I found his heavy, veiny cock in my mouth. He stroked my hair in a strangely gentle way as he simultaneously reached back, pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my arsehole. I felt other hands on my hips and looked back to see a man old enough to be my grandfather leering at me with a gap-toothed smile. Before I could react, his cock was sliding into me as the fat man held my shoulders down onto the seat back. "P..please.. stop," I gasped, "let me go!" I felt the cock in me swell and throb as it came and the fat man bent and whispered into my ear "You're a good boy 'ain't you? You want to look after us don't you?" Another cock slid into me carrying god knows what diseases, but his hands were so gentle as they smoothed my hair and his voice was so soothing I could only submit and offer my hole for his use....