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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.

Hey guys, I'm a long-time lurker here. I wrote a nice little story partly based on something that almost happened to me when I was younger, and on a much larger fantasy I had for a long time that has been shaped over the years by what I read on here. I'm almost done with the second part so if there is any interest I will post :) English is not my first language so please forgive any mistake. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How I met my Daddy I couldn’t believe it, it had to be a mistake. I looked at my phone more closely and the ad clearly said 112 Shelby Drive, but the address was that of a huge mansion in the upper-class neighbourhood of my city. The rent couldn’t possibly be that cheap. I sent the landlord a message asking if this was real and if there was a mistake. I got a reply in under a minute telling me that yes, it was an actual room for rent and the price was accurate, no mistake. I asked if and when I could visit and the landlord replied: “I’m at home all day, you can come by anytime”. It was about an hour of commute from my dorm, which I was about to be forced to leave since my classes were over and I just graduated, so I hurried to the place to make sure nobody would beat me to it. When I got there, I still couldn’t believe it. The house was impressive, a very recent building in the nicest part of town. I knocked on the door and heard steps closing in, then the door opened. A very tall and muscular man, probably in his fifties, was looking at me with a warm smile. “You must be Tom, I’m Rick. Come on in.” We shook hands and I came forward. The house was even more spacious and beautiful inside. Rick gave me a quick tour of the house and asked me if I was interested. “Well sure, I said. But why is it so cheap. I mean, I’ll be glad to pay this low but you could charge so much more.” “Well I’m not really after the money, I have plenty of that. I just thought it would be nice to have someone live with me, I’ve been alone for many years and could use the company from time to time, you know. So I figured I could find a roommate and offer someone like you the opportunity of living in a luxurious house such as this one. Landlords can be very greedy, and I think that’s not very fair. It’s my way of giving back and sharing my luck with other people.” It made sense to me so I didn’t question him further. “Oh by the way, before you accept or reject my offer, I have to tell you that I’m gay and I sometimes have some visitors if you are okay with that kind of thing. Are you straight yourself?” “Yes I am, but I don’t mind if you’re gay. To tell you the truth, I’m really interested in living here for a while, at least, this place is amazing!” “Great, well let’s get you settled then.” I was very excited to be moving in this house and Rick seemed like a very pleasant person to be around. He was very polite and kind, at least that’s the first impression I had of him. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I could trust him. The fact that he was gay was a non-event for me, I didn’t mind at all. I wasn’t gay myself, but I was open minded. As long as he didn’t try anything on me, and he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to do so, everything was fine by me. In fact, I was a little curious about the gay lifestyle, which I knew very little of, but I guessed this was about to change. That was a good thing, I thought. He took me to my room, which was very nice, quite large with big windows, fully and tastefully furnished with a queen-sized bed, desk, and all the essentials. I thanked Rick and told him I had to go pick up my things at my dorm so I can properly settle in. He gave me a key to the house. “Welcome home boy, I hope you enjoy staying here. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun.” He let out a big warm laugh as I took the key and went on my way to pick up my stuff. The next few weeks were uneventful. I finished setting up at Rick’s house and got to know him a bit better. Turns out he is very pleasant to be around and very generous. He insisted I could use anything I wanted in the house, even the food, and made sure I was doing fine with everything. This was a godsend, since I was having a hard time finding a job. Every application I had sent was still unanswered. I was starting to get nervous and shared my fears with Rick, who brushed them off. “Don’t worry, you’ll find something in no time. In the meantime, don’t worry about the bills, I can help you out boy,” he said. “You sure? I don’t want to become a burden, you really don’t have to do this. I could go back to my parents.” “Nonsense. Your parents live on the other side of the country, in a little town where you’d have even less job opportunities. You can stay here as long as you want. I like you, boy, I want to help you out. And don’t you ever go saying you’re a burden ever again. You’re my guest and I’m gonna take care of you.” As relieved and grateful as I was, I redoubled my efforts to find a job. It was about a month after I had moved in when in the middle of the night I heard grunting and moaning noises that were coming from Rick’s room, upstairs. I stopped whatever I was doing and started paying attention. No doubt, Rick was having sex with someone. Now like I said I’m straight, but it had been a long time since I had seen some action and knowing some people were having what sounded like amazing sex so close to me got me going. I became very curious to know what kind of sex Rick was having. I slowly and quietly got out of my room and came near Rick’s to hear better. The moans were clearer, and I could also hear some words, although I couldn’t make out what they were. It was mostly Rick talking with his deep voice, but a higher one responded faintly from time to time. As I got closer I started to hear better. “... you like that big poz cock, don’t you faggot...” “...oh...” “What? I can hear you tina boy, say it.” “... I ... love … your poz cock Sir …" I had no idea what “poz” and “tina” meant, but the dirty talk was getting me horny like crazy. Hearing them moan and talk like that, coupled with the sound their bodies made as Rick was clearly fucking the other guy in the ass, had me rock hard in my boxer shorts. I managed to get on the edge of Rick’s door and couldn’t help from having a quick peek inside. I barely got my eye out and saw Rick right in front of me, with his eyes closed, fucking a young man about the same age as me. I couldn’t see the other man’s face as his head was buried into the bed, his ass way up to meet Rick’s dick, which I couldn’t see. I could also see a quite large biohazard tattoo on Rick’s chest. There was also a lot of stuff laying on the bed around them, I recognized a few bottles and syringes, but I couldn’t watch any longer as I was afraid Rick would see me. I bolted as fast and quietly to my room as I could and closed the door. I was so turned on by what I saw and heard that I started to jerk off right away and, with the image in my mind of Rick fucking the boy in the ass, came under a minute later. It was the most intense orgasm I had in quite a while, and I was surprised how all of this had turned me on. I thought about it repeatedly and started to wonder what Rick was saying to his lover. I got on my computer and googled “poz dick” and “tina”. I was very confused at what I was finding. Was Rick HIV positive? Was it somewhat of a turn on for him? What about the other guy? Was he okay with it? Tina was some kind of drug, and they were doing some? That would explain the syringes and bottles and various paraphernalia lying around. All of this seemed wild and intense to me and I was starting to doubt that I had heard correctly. I kept reading about it, and eventually found some videos showing dudes using needles, smoking out of glass pipes and then having sex. To my surprise, I couldn’t stop looking at them. It was SO HOT. My dick was rock hard and I kept masturbating all night long, sometimes hearing Rick and his guest in the distance. By my third orgasm, I was starting to realize I was not as straight as I thought I was, and I was becoming more and more curious about trying sex with another man. But I was also especially curious about the different drugs I knew nothing about but seemed to make these guys unbelievably horny and high as hell. My research led me to learn about the bug chasing fetish. There were people actively trying to catch HIV and I thought the idea was equal parts repulsive and fascinating. To willingly get yourself infected with this terrible disease and then “gifting” it to others. What a wild idea! I couldn't understand why I found it so appealing and still so frightening at the same time. Eventually late into the night (or early in the morning) I collapsed and fell asleep without even realizing it. I had wild dreams about naked men, huge dicks, needles, and cum and when I woke up I still had a huge boner and I had to masturbate once again. ---- When I finally got out of my room Rick was in the kitchen eating breakfast, alone. “Hey boy, made some breakfast and there’s plenty enough for you, just help yourself.” “Wow thanks Rick!” I felt a bit uneasy after what I had witnessed a few hours earlier. I was seeing Rick in a completely different light, now. For the first time I realized how handsome he really was; he had a very masculine face, big and well defined muscles, a very manly man. I caught myself starting to fantasize about him and my dick twitched a few times. I wondered what his dick looked like. “So, did you enjoy the show last night?” “The show? What show?” “I saw you peeking in my room when I was with my guest. I hope we didn’t scare you” Rick said with a laugh. My stomach sank. I got caught! I was sure Rick didn’t see me. At least judging his reaction, he seemed genuinely fine with it, but still. He caught my own concerned face. “Hey, don’t worry, if I didn’t want you to see anything I would have closed the door. You’re welcome to watch or join any time, I really don’t mind. In fact, I enjoy being watched.” That was unexpected to say the least, but it made sense. “So?” “Huh... so what?” “Did you like what you saw?” I didn’t want Rick to know how much I found it hot to watch him pound some guy’s ass relentlessly while saying incredibly dirty things to him. I was straight and I didn’t want Rick to even consider the possibility that I wasn’t in any way. "It was... interesting.” “Well, like I said you’re free to join in anytime, the more the merrier” he replied with a wink and a charming smile. “Aaah, thanks, but I’m not gay, so I’m gonna take a pass.” “You sure about that boy? You don’t know what you’re missing.” I was nervous as hell and thinking about what to say when Rick, having finished his meal, got up in a sudden. “Anyway, we can talk about it later I’m off to run some errands. See ya tonight, boy.” I was relieved this interaction was over. I was afraid Rick would notice the growing bulge in my pants. ---- As soon as Rick was out of the house I opened back the porn tabs on my computer and kept looking at stuff about tina, chem sex, pozzing, bug chasing and gift giving. This stuff was making me hornier and hornier. Everything was spinning fast in my head, and I was feeling like I just hit puberty for a second time. It was so dirty, horny, wrong and extreme that I couldn’t believe some people actually did that stuff. I read story after story on a website called Breeding Zone and then started to picture Rick getting me high and then laying me on my back, spreading my legs and entering me with his toxic poz cock and infecting me with his virus... OH. MY. GOD. As I reached that point of my daydreaming fantasy, I was masturbating furiously and erupted into the strongest orgasm I ever had, bar none. I shot my load on my belly and decided to scoop some and taste it. I had never done that but I was so horny I couldn’t resist. It tasted amazing. I wondered what Rick’s cum tasted like. Rick’s poz, toxic cum... I’ve always been sure I was 100% straight, but after all this and while looking at a video of a guy, fucked up on chems, getting gang banged raw by a bunch of poz dudes, I was starting to seriously doubt it. My erection wouldn’t go away even after several orgasms, I had never been this turned on in my life and for such a long time. I tried to shake it off and distract myself by resuming my job hunting, but I couldn’t focus on anything. My dick was there to remind me there were more interesting things to spend my time on. I was getting addicted to raunchy gay porn. When the night came I could hear noise coming from Rick’s room. I was really tempted to go and see what he was up to, and with whom. But at the same time I didn’t want him to know how curious I was about it all so I stayed in my room, waiting. After a while the noise became louder. I could hear moans and grunts, but it didn’t really sound like Rick or the guy that was here the night before. Eventually curiosity got the best of me and I quietly made my way to Rick’s room. As I got to his door, which was once again wide open, I was surprised to see that Rick was alone, laying on his bed, wearing only a pair of briefs that showcased a huge bulge between his legs, surrounded by several items like bottles, baggies and syringes. The noise I was hearing was coming from his huge TV; porn was playing, a guy was on a sling getting rammed by a huge cock and moaning like crazy. Rick saw me right away and gave me a smile. “Hey boy, I was starting to wonder when you would join me. I’ve been waiting for a while now. Come in, don’t be shy, I won’t bite.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued...

Hospice Worker Today was my first day on the job as an AIDS Hospice worker. My agency provides in-home services and proudly specializes in what they term “loving care.” I had received hours and hours of training, but this was to be my very first case. I was 2 minutes late when I rang the doorbell. A tall, fair-haired man opened the door. He had a pleasant face but at that moment, he looked tired and rather stressed out. He stepped back and beckoned me to enter. “Hi! I’m Bill. You’re here to see Martin, right?” I replied, “Yes! Hi…I’m Joey…from the agency!” “Well…thank God that you’re here!” he said. “He’s been asking for you!” “I’m not sure how much longer he’s going to last,” Bill said as he walked me up the stairs to the master bedroom, which had been converted into a sort of hospital room. “I know that he’s excited to be seeing you! He’s been saying that there’s something that he wants to give you before he goes.” I didn’t know what he was referring to, but…looking back…would it have made any difference? I was trained to see to any and all needs that my client had, right to the very end. Bill tapped on the bedroom door and opened it gently. “Martin? Are you awake? Joey’s here to see you!” After entering, I saw Martin lying on the hospital bed. Although now he was emaciated by the disease, at one time he must have been a rather fit and good-looking man. He had a ready smile and I could still see a passionate fire smoldering in his eyes! He said, “You must be Joey! I’m SO GLAD to finally meet you…SO GLAD that we can spend some time together!” He turned to Bill, “Could you bring Joey a cup of tea?” Tea is not really my thing, but like I said, I’m here to serve. When Bill returned with a cup and saucer, I murmured my thanks! Bill nodded and said, “Well…I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll check back in a bit!” There were no chairs in the room. Martin patted the spot next to him on the mattress, “Here! Come sit on the edge of the bed next to me. We can get to know each other.” I sat down, holding the tea saucer on my lap. We chatted about this and that. Even though this was our first encounter, he seemed exceedingly pleased to have me there. His cheeks had a feverish flush and his eyes burned brightly. “So…how’s your tea? Earl Grey, is it?” he inquired. I politely took a sip and said, “I’m not sure…but it tastes good!” Out of the blue, he asked me about my HIV status. When I informed him that I was HIV-Negative, his face lit up with an amazing smile. It was like the sun suddenly coming out from behind the clouds. “I, on the other hand,” he said, “have an incredibly high viral level! I bet that I’d convert you…I mean, someone like you…in no time at all! It makes me horny, just thinking about it!” His hand found its way onto my thigh. As we continued talking, he left it there. It didn’t really bother me, so I said nothing. Soon, however, his fingers began to trace lazy circles, almost as if he was trying to seduce me. In the interests of propriety, I tried shifting my leg a little but his remained perched where it was. He kept telling me to finish my tea, so before long, the cup was empty. I started to feel unusually tired. Martin asked, “Are you OK?” I answered, “Yeah…it’s just that all of a sudden I really feel like going to sleep.” Martin’s response was, “That’s just the knock-out drops kicking in. Don’t worry! They only last a few minutes. Here now…just relax! You’ll be alright!” I heard him call out, “Bill!” and vaguely heard the bedroom door open. As if from a distance, I heard Bill’s voice say, “I’ll get his things off!” Hands tugged at my clothes and then, at some point, I was aware of being naked. Bill’s voice came again. “Here you go! Up on the bed with you!” After that, I must have drifted off. At some point, my eyes popped open. I could feel what must be a large stiff cock, inching its way up inside me. Where was I? Someone’s fingers were playing weakly with my nipples. I became aware of someone’s hot labored breath on the back of my neck. I managed to speak. “Martin? Is that YOU?” A voice said, “Relax! I told you that you’d be alright! It’s just me! I wasn’t sure you’d want me making love to you…you know…you being NEGATIVE…and with my AIDS and all. This will be my last time and I wanted it to be with someone special like you. I hope you won’t hold this against me for doing this.” Once I was past the initial shock of my situation, I was able to put things into perspective. Martin had needs. Needs that only I could fulfill for him. Wasn’t that part of my job, after all? Martin, along with so many others, was entitled to the same joys and physical pleasures as the rest of us. I felt as if were my duty to open myself to him and provide what comfort I could. His hips started moving, pumping his organ in and out of my hole. God, it felt so good! His hands continued to paw at my chest as my back arched with delight. In his weakened state, he didn’t last very long. “Joey!” he cried. “Take my SEED! I’m passing my virus on to YOU! Treasure it! Keep it safe within you and let it flourish and grow. Let my DNA join with yours! That way…I’ll live on inside of YOU!” His body started to spasm. His hips slammed into me 3…4…5 times…and then held against me as the last of his toxic sperm drained into me. “Don’t move! he whispered imploringly! “Let my seed find a place to latch on to your innards and begin to multiply! It’s my GIFT to YOU!” It was the least I could do to remain there with him still inside me, his last diseased load beginning its assault on my immune system. A few minutes later, Martin passed away, a contented smile on his face. Bill re-entered the bedroom and helped me disengage myself. He handed me something and said, “Martin was hoping that you would use this!” It was a butt plug. “He wanted you to give his bug the best chance to spread throughout your body!” That made perfect sense. I won’t clean out tonight. I’ll keep his gift inside me & cherish it as a way to honor Martin and keep some part of him alive inside me. All I know is that, from now on, I’ll let our clients know that I’ll willingly offer my body as an incubator for their their viral seed.

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

Tom and Kevin I awoke before Kev feeling the best I’d felt in over a year. I had forgotten how right it was to wake up with him in my arms and how he fit perfectly against me pressed against my body with every curve. He smelled so good. When I remembered what happened in the middle of the night a tingling thrill cascaded through my flesh quickly accompanied by a fluttering in my abdomen. Something had changed inside me. Something had changed in my love for him. It was only by feeling this today that I could tell that all the incredible sex we’d had before I left for the Army had been purely physical for me. My immense love had been purely emotional. But they had never met, separated by a chasm that deepened every time I told myself I wasn’t gay and I was unable to see that before now. Last night the two had melded into something more soul-affirming than my mind could understand. It had nothing to do with fucking Kevin for the first time… fucking felt like such a small, inadequate word for what we did. It was a conduit that allowed our love to flow together, to blend until it was one emotion rather than two separate people feeling a separate, different kind of love for each other. I was still unsure if I was gay, or it was just Kevin. I could be bi, but that didn’t seem to fit either. Having had sex with only two guys wasn’t a large enough sample to reach any easy conclusion. How do you define something that happens because of circumstances and not because you have an overwhelming desire? Before last night, the only reason I wanted to get fucked by Kevin was to make him happy and to feel how into it he was. His heightened excitement was what turned me on. It was the same with Sleeper. The exhilaration of being the person responsible for bringing them to orgasm and for providing them pleasure flipped my dick switch. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t numbed like a prostitute to the sex. It turned ME on to turn THEM on. And the distinction was further complicated by the fact that I could pop a boner just looking at any number of sexy women. I couldn’t say that about men. I could recognize a guy was hot. Sarge was hot. Zeus was hot. Sleeper was hot. Kevin was very hot. But that didn’t turn me on. But last night… I was 110% gay for Kevin. And again, it wasn’t because I’d topped him for the first time. That was just the smallest part of what I’d felt. As I tried to grasp the change inside me my hands explored his body. The inner timekeeper I’d developed in the Army told me it would be an hour or so before sunrise, so it had to be about 0600. For the first time since I joined the Army I slept past 0500. I felt lazy and indulgent. I felt completely relaxed. It occurred to me that Kevin’s body had changed. His muscles, always thick and solid, were harder and more condensed and differentiated. Rather than a single wide meaty back he now had defined areas of proper muscle groupings. Was he working out? I liked it. I liked the strength they exuded. I pulled away so I could run my free hand over his wide back. It was smooth and hairless, unlike his chest. I explored by touch in the dark, noticing how similar the muscles felt to Sleeper’s with their active potential. “If you keep that up you’re going to—“. He paused. “Don’t stop. It feels good.” He avoided a clever quip in favor of honest vulnerability with a deep voiced sleepy mumble. His body was not the only thing that changed. He was comfortable speaking his mind now and making demands. It was a request I could fulfill. I took my time. Now that he was awake, I nudged him over onto his stomach so my hand could wander the entire expanse of his backside. His warm skin was taut riding over the mounds and ridges along his spine. I let my palm travel the valley that it made between his shoulders down his ribs, then further to the meat of his ass which rose like a small hill under the sheets. “Have you been working out?” I asked softly as my fingers traced the perimeter of each glute before lingering in his crack. “Mmmm-hmmm. I joined the track team.” He said. “Do you like it?” I leaned over and kissed his shoulder. “I do. I like it a lot.” I felt my way around him with a firmer hand, squeezing everything I could find. I took my time. It was the first time I had really felt him as another man with the intimate intent to know him beyond sexual need. How had I failed to recognize this perfection all the times before? How had I failed to see the beauty of the strength and power in his body? Before it had been just a comfortable part of him, another piece of the overall presence that was Kevin. But now… the heat of his skin, the way his shoulder blades flared from his back mounded with his rhomboids, trapezius and rear delts, the spread of his large rib cage jacketed by his thick lats, the shoulders that exceeded the reach of my spread fingers, the erectors of his lower back that created a furrow like a freshly plowed field. His butt felt slightly bigger than I remembered, jutting out more in a proud hill. He was smooth there, his cheeks completely hairless and so different from the front of him. He was magnificent. I scooted over to lay my face on his back. His skin smelled like first spring rain. I tasted him with a flick of my wide tongue. Salty, and a hint of musk. I took a longer swipe, savoring the dance of his flavors in my mouth. My eyes were closed and my mouth sought out more of him. I rubbed my face upon him, nuzzling, amazed that I could explore him even more like that and receiving even greater detail than my hands and fingers had discovered. My nose crushed into the hard strips of muscle as my mouth chewed while my tongue bathed him. I missed nothing, licked, nosed, chinned and gently chewed every square inch. I flattened my tongue against his tailbone to drive it up his spine all the way to his neck. Rewetting it, I executed a sweeping turn across his shoulder. I was straddling him now with my knees beside his. I sucked along the hardness of his shoulder blade, first one, then the other before returning to his other shoulder. “You taste amazing.” I whispered in his ear. I had momentary regret that I’d never taken the time to notice him like this before. So much time I wasted lost in allowing him to get everything he wanted from me and only that. And right after the thought a sick fear that I’d deprived him of this part of being with him, the physical adoration of his body, of HIM that traveled beyond the physical into an almost hypnotic need. And I should have known better. Because I fully recognized how powerful and erotic it was to be the source of someone else’s pleasure. And Kevin being the guy he was never pushed me as if he knew I wasn’t ready. But now… I wanted to do things to him just to do them, understanding it would give him pleasure to be on the receiving end of my need without focusing on anything except enjoying myself. I licked his entire back from ass to neck, chewing, sucking, slathering every square inch of skin. I found his tender spots. I reveled in his moaning spots. And then, tackling his big meaty ass I explored that too. I let my hands rub the spit dampened skin of his back while I rubbed my face on his amazing butt. I didn’t tease him like I did Sleeper. Because this wasn’t sex. I had no agenda in this. This was Reverence. Adoration. Worship. And that’s when I understood I couldn’t live without him. My entire nervous system, every nerve from toe to scalp fired off a cascade of explosions and I began to tremble with the realization that by giving him my soul that day in the hallway outside English class I had already decided to be his and it could be nothing less than all of me or I would suffer. I understood the pain I had been in over the last year and some months. I knew I had caused it myself and had been blaming Kevin, the Army, my circumstances…anything but the true culprit: me. How foolish I was, what a complete and utter idiot to think I could arrange it all to satisfy such a misguided plan to relegate Kevin to the past. I was never going to ‘move on with my life’ because Kevin WAS my life. There was nothing more important than him. I felt a shroud lifted from my soul. “Tom, are you okay? You haven’t moved for a while. What are you thinking about?” Another change in Kevin. He was saying more than five words. “You. Me. Us.” I said from the comfortable pillow his ass made for my face. I lay there resting, and thinking. “I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot, Kev.” “I like the Us part.” He said. “It never stopped being Us for me, you know.” I stroked his thigh, kissed his ass cheeks. “I know that now. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize that it’s always been Us for me too.” “Come up here.” He requested, wiggling his ass to shake me off. “But you’re so comfortable. You make a great pillow.” I playfully nipped his skin. “Talk. Now.” He chastised. “Yes. Tarzan talk to boy!” I mocked him and his short guttural sentences. I moved up and immediately missed his butt. He rolled onto his side to face me and we lay face to face with his big leg thrown over mine. I continued running my fingers over his chest and stomach. “Tom…” I sensed the uncertainty in his voice. He was holding back again. I leaned in to kiss him tenderly. He would speak when he felt it was right, but I didn’t like how he seemed to revert to his high school pattern. I’d seen how he’d grown yesterday, no more darting eyes, no hesitancy in his words. He’d become a man. He challenged me in the kitchen… me! The guy he used to follow, from whom he’d accept just about any suggestion. I didn’t want him to be that guy again, not because I didn’t love that guy but because I loved that strength and self assurance I saw in him yesterday. I used the wait to enjoy the feel of his beautiful body. It sounds absurd but it was all new to me this eagerness for him. I found I couldn’t stop touching him and didn’t want to. It excited me. I really wanted to use my mouth on him, but Tarzan wanted talk. And I knew this was important. Finally, “Tom, is this real for you? Is this just you taking a break from exiling me and you’re going to disappear again? Because I don’t know if I can go through that again. Please don’t shut me out. Even if we can’t be together, don’t hurt me again.” He paused. “Please?” And the word was so pitiful it broke my heart. “Never again, Kev.” I began. “I thought I was doing the right thing, even though it hurt both of us. I wanted you to find a boyfriend, someone who could be gay with you. I didn’t think that was me or that I could give you what you needed. I thought we could get past it.” He reached out to stroke my face. “And now?” I took a few breaths. Thinking it was one thing, saying it out loud was another. “Now…I realize I never had a choice. Our Kiss opened something inside of me and you’re the only person who can reach me there. I’ve been fighting to keep you away and it gets harder to do every day because without you I feel empty. I don’t understand it. It doesn’t make any sense.” “You think it’s different for me? It’s not.” He stated. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I knew I would just get hurt. I tried to keep you away too, you know. But I didn’t have a choice either. There were so many things I wanted for you. You had to enlist in the Army and having a boyfriend doesn’t exactly fit with that. I didn’t want to be the reason you couldn’t have your dream. And I know you love women -“ “Not like I love you.” I interrupted. “Neither of us realized that. And I’m still not sure I’ll be enough for you and that you’ll regret giving that up.” I kissed his soft beautiful lips. “If you’re not enough no woman will be.” “So what changed?” I moved closer so that our bodies intertwined. I thought about it. “I’m tired of fighting it, Kev. So tired of fighting. I’m tired of locking you away and not feeling anything. I’m tired of not feeling… you. Me. Us.” “I am too.” He placed his forehead against mine. I wished the sun would come up so I could see his soft grey flannel eyes. “It feels like by giving you up I have to give up ‘me’. It only feels right to be gone when it’s you that gets me there.” He kissed me then. The first time in over a year and this time he pulled me in with just a kiss, he didn’t need to use his eyes. His kiss. His lips. I felt myself soar to a whole other place I’d never been. Instead of losing myself I found him waiting for me there in a peaceful heaven of just us surrounded by his comfortable weightless love that was seamlessly blended with my own swirling eddies. I was the flame and he was the heat. I was a waterfall and he was the lake, a gusting wind that contained the promise of a gentle shower and hope of life. We were elemental here each a part of the whole, without the other’s compliment destined to be diminished. The mirror of our love required a reflection, insisted that there be a corresponding image so that what would otherwise be a hardened glass barrier instead became a doorway to completeness. In this place he gave me my true soul, the one forged of both of us which was solid, unshakable and harmonic. Our soul. There would only be one between us from now on. He rolled me onto my back without breaking the kiss. My entire body flushed with heat responding to his full weight while my arms and legs wrapped him tightly in an embrace. I no longer cared to examine the rightness or where it came from. The size of him excited me. His erect cock pressed beside my own and I couldn’t lay still as I writhed and rubbed as much of him as I could reach. I needed him with a desire and eagerness that manifested as sweet anticipatory pleasure. Just the feel of him had me dancing on the precipice of orgasm and I held myself there at the edge loving the way every movement elicited a deep stimulation of every nerve in my body. When he licked his fingers and lifted his hips I moaned knowing what he would do. I felt his wet fingers probe my hole and I spread myself for him, ready and relaxed as he stretched me gently. The intensity of this feeling threatened to overwhelm me. This was how it should be. This act subsumed all previous sex, showing me how limited it was in its take and give because it was imperfect and unwhole. I had been so sure there was nothing more to sex and that sheer physical pleasure born of pain was the pinnacle. What a foolish boy I was. He coated me with his precum as he rubbed the head of his impressive dick against my opening. He continued to kiss me as I moaned into him. His fist stopped all but the thick head from pressing into me and it was ecstasy. My hips undulated slowly to meet him in the grinding against my hole that had come alive with such unexpected sensitivity I fought the urge of my balls to ejaculate. He hadn’t even penetrated me yet but I could go at any time. I had never been here before. I was alive, needing the pleasure without the pain and it was so wonderful I wanted to cry. The gestalt of the joining of our bodies, our souls, our hearts and our minds flooded me with a nirvana that surged like a supernova that forced all doubts and darkness away. I was purged of every subconscious self recrimination I’d tortured myself with for the past year. His continuing unquestionable love was a catalyst that created a chain reaction that could not be ended, only delayed and I found myself ecstatically thankful he’d waited in his comfortable weightless way for me to grow enough to realize we belonged with each other. I was good enough for him because he MADE me good enough. He slowly entered me and for the first time there was no pain, no adjustment. His gradual sinking made my eyes roll back with the desire for him to fully enter me to the root but also hoping it could go on forever. Oh fuck, this can’t be real. It should be like this every time. Just the smallest movement from him sent waves of pleasure pulsing through every fiber of my being. He poured into me so slow and easy it felt like a long sigh of relief. Our bodies remained pressed together and I used my heels against his ass to pull him further in. He only flexed his hips. So gentle were his movements it felt like everything and not enough at the same time. His cock inside me was just a part of how we joined. I trembled from the feel of his hot skin against mine. I moaned from his sweet loving kiss upon my mouth. I writhed from the comfortable weight of his hard meaty body resting on me. My cock long-spurted my semen between our stomachs and it happened without convulsions in absolute relaxation and relief. His gentle rocking kept on and I realized I still remained on that edge of stimulation. I could cum again any time I allowed it but this was so much better than any orgasm. The potential was several times greater than the conclusion. I wanted this to last for hours. “Oh Tom, I’m going to cum again.” He moaned into my mouth, and just the sound of his voice sent my own cum flowing for the second time, or was it simply a continuation of the first? Lost in this timeless moment with him was the most amazing place to exist. We were everything together. When he stopped moving I didn’t want him to, and I kept moving my hips against him. “Shhhhh.” He whispered. “Settle.” He stroked my face and head soothing me to stillness. I experienced a feeling of joy that I hadn’t left that edge. I was still in the moment of pleasure and I knew I could hold myself here anytime I wanted now, or maybe it was him who could bring me here just by being close to me. “I love you.” I moaned. The sun had risen without my noticing the light that filled my room. It allowed me to look into his soft flannel eyes at last. I kissed his nose. “Stay here just like this.” He grinned, and it was so close to his smirk I experienced another wave of warm pleasure because I’d missed it for so long. I hugged him tight. “Uh… Tom? Mom says to come down for breakfast.” I heard my brother’s voice come from across the room. There was no way he could misinterpret what Kevin and I were doing. The sheets and blankets were at the bottom of the bed, and Kevin lay naked on top of me with my arms and legs wrapped around him. Kevin jerked to roll off of me and somehow that was worse because it left my cum covered torso and still hard dick exposed. I dreaded the explanation. Tim stood there staring at both of us, taking in our nakedness and the evidence of our pleasure. I was trying to think of what to say, how to put it the right way, but was failing miserably to find anything to soothe what must be a horrible shock for him. “Hi Kevin.” He said. “Does this mean you’re boyfriends again?” I started. “What do you mean ‘again’ bro?” Tim shrugged. “Well you were boyfriends in high school, everyone says so. But I know you broke up when you had to go away for the Army. You were so sad, Tom. Are you back together?” I looked at Kevin, who was smirking. Yeah right bud, pretend like you saw this coming. You didn’t expect this any more than I did. I rolled my eyes at him which only deepened his smirk. “You didn’t think people were going to talk to him about it?” He said. I loved this new confidence in him. God, it turned me on. My eyebrows shot up. “No. I mean… not that I thought it was a secret, I just don’t think about people gossiping, it’s not worth my energy.” I replied. I returned my eyes to Tim, whose eyes were roaming from Kevin’s naked body to mine. “Yeah bro, we’re boyfriends again.” I smiled. “Good.” He said. “I’ll tell mom. She’ll be glad.” “Wait! What?” I floundered. “Don’t be dumb, bro.” Tim chastised. God he could be so sweet, and then such an ass. “No one who sees you together can miss it you idiot. And you’re not quiet when he rails you. Geez, mom and dad probably heard you two from their room half the time on your sleepovers. I’ve even jacked off a few times listening through this wall to you guys go at it, it’s kind of incredible to hear. Like hearing two animals fighting with everything they have.” FUCK. ME. RUNNING. Kevin’s knowing smirk was gone and he tensed up. I thought we’d been quiet. Mom and dad never once let on. Tim hadn’t said anything or dropped any sly hints. Holy fuck. My dad. My dad knew and never said anything. And now I’d never have a chance to talk to him about it. I knew the love for me he must have had to keep quiet about it and let it happen, to welcome Kevin like another son as if it was just the most natural thing. I felt my tears start. Kevin kissed me. “It’s okay, babe.” He cupped my face. And it was. He called me ‘babe’. I was sad, and happy, and aroused at the same time. Only Kevin could do this to me. Tim had come over to the bed. My bed wasn’t big, just a twin, but he lay down next to me and I was sandwiched between them. Tim pulled my arm around his shoulders and laid his head on my chest. Kevin kept kissing and nuzzling my face. “I miss dad, Tom.” Tim said. “He was a really good dad.” They let me cry like that for a few minutes and I felt the tears let up. When I finally found my voice I said “Yeah Tim. I don’t know what we are going to do without him, but we’ll be alright. We just have to be the men he wanted us to be.” I kissed my little brother’s head and hugged him. Tim raised his head up and smiled. “You’re the best big brother I could ever have. And you smell like cum.” That little fucker. So sweet and such an ass. “ I put my hands behind my head. “That’s all mine. Kevin’s went somewhere else.” I said with satisfaction. “Yeah, I know where it went. I’ve heard you beg him to fuck it up your ass enough times. Doesn’t it hurt? I mean, look at his dick… it’s huge.” I laughed. “Oh fuck yeah it hurts. Or at least it used to. I liked that pain and wanted it to hurt as much as he could dish out. But not now. Now we have something better. Not that I would stop him from taking me like an animal again, there’s something incredible about it. But the gentle loving is … wow! So much better.” Tim put his head back on my chest. “Maybe I should get a boyfriend and find out.” He reached out before I could stop him and grabbed Kevin’s semi-hard cock. “Just not with a dick this big. Jesus.” “Stop that.” I admonished him. “You’ll get him going again and I want breakfast, but I won’t be able to tell him no so I’ll go hungry.” I swatted his hand away from my boyfriend’s cock, which had already swelled up. Tim giggled. “Get out of my room before I fuck the both of you.” I ordered him. “Tell mom we’ll be down after we wash up. Degenerate groping my boyfriend.” My little brother grabbed me me balls and yanked. I grunted. “Fucking asshole!” I growled. “We both know who’ll be getting fucked, bro.” He pushed off me hard enough to roll me over onto Kevin as he climbed out of bed. I felt a shockingly hard stinging smack against my ass. I yelped. He leaned in to kiss my head. And then he kissed Kevin’s. “Take care of my brother.” And then he was gone. I could hear him going downstairs almost whistling. He could never get the hang of it so it sounded like more air than musical notes. “God, has everyone changed? When did he grow up?” I asked Kevin. He chuckled. “You’ve been gone a long time babe. And not just gone to the Army. You’ve been gone in your head, too. And that was interesting.” I knew the last part referred to Tim. Tim and I were always close. Mom and dad always insisted I be a true big brother to him, and he made it easy. I loved him, he was my little bro. We’d talked about sex all the time before I left for the Army. He asked questions, I answered. We’d seen each other naked all the time, we shared a bathroom. And up until he was 11 he would sometimes crawl into bed with me to sleep and I’d hold him tight. But climbing into bed with us after we’d just had sex and were naked surprised me. Tim wasn’t fazed at all. And his forceful demeanor with me sent a disturbing quiver to my dick. What the fuck? “It was more than interesting. I can’t think through this right now.” I gave Kevin a long, deep kiss. “Let’s get showered. I’m hungry. And if I’m hungry I know you are.” We quickly showered, managing to keep our dicks to ourselves even if our hands couldn’t stop feeling each other. He used my toothbrush right after me, just squirting more toothpaste on it before shoving it in his mouth. That was fucking hot, I can’t lie. Kevin raided my underwear and closet for clothes that would fit him. My heart raced with the thought of him wearing my clothes. He chose a pair of blue boxer briefs that I told him were loose on me so I knew they’d fit him. I was unprepared for how sexy he looked in them. They stretched to a perfect tightness around all his large anatomy. I could swear he was a bit bigger in the legs and beautifully round butt which were both solid and hard. He filled out the hanging pouch with a big and meaty mound that made me salivate. Sleeper’s perfection was nothing compared to the genetic masterpiece of my boyfriend. Holy shit, and I was his. I felt so lucky. Fuck, I was so gay and happy. Kevin left his wet hair loose and even that lent a dangerous power to his strength. He caught me staring from the corner of his eyes as he pulled up the shorts I’d given him and even though his long hair covered the side of his face I could imagine the grin. “Enjoying the show, babe?” My cock had risen, poking out of the boxers I wore. “I can’t keep my eyes off you. Holy fuck. How are you so beautiful?” He smiled that rare full teeth baring smile with smooth perfect white surfaces. “How? Because you, that’s how.” That wasn’t true. Kevin was a force of nature. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. “Put it back in your shorts, hot stuff.” He told me. “I can smell breakfast, and your little brother will eat it all if we don’t get down there.” Fuck I loved decisive confident Kevin. I could rely on that guy. I could lean on his strength. It felt so good after having to be the strong one all the time. It was oxymoronic and counter intuitive but I felt stronger and even MORE able to handle anything because HE was strong. It wasn’t a give and take, it felt additive and synergistic…greater than the sum of our parts. What a fucking idiot I’d been to deny this. I felt like I imagined Zeus felt just being himself. It was heady and seductive. I could take on the world with this power I felt. We went downstairs side by side, him taking up 2/3rds with his size leaving me to squeeze into the remaining third, reaching the bottom and seeing mom putting food on the plates. “Hello Kevin. Could you take the plates to the table? Tom, there’s juice in the fridge. Tim, silverware.” Not a single blink or hesitation. Kevin reached for the plates and gave my mom a kiss on the cheek. “Morning Mrs, Harris. Thanks for breakfast!” She kissed him back on his cheek. “Thanks for not making Tom scream all night. I slept so good.” I choked for a good minute, having to hold onto the refrigerator door so I didn’t fall to my knees. I finally pulled myself together when Kevin said with a smirk “He almost made me scream this time, but I have a little more self control and respect for the rest of you.” And I choked and coughed all over again. *************** We had today, and that was all. I avoided thinking about having to get on the hop back to Germany tomorrow afternoon. I’d have to report to Ft. Hood in the morning even though the flight wasn’t leaving until almost 9 hours later. Hurry up and wait, another Army maxim. But today I was all Kevin’s. He had to fly back to Boston himself tomorrow, to return to his classes at MIT. We lay on the couch, me leaning back against him. The only thing different than what we’d done in high school was that he held me this time. I liked it. I loved wrapping him in my arms and spooning, but this felt easy and he was so comfortable against my back. Winter in central Texas wasn’t harsh, but we’d had a cold front come through two days ago and the temperature was in the upper 30’s, cold for Texas. He felt warm. I could go to sleep just like this. Mom came in from the garage. She and Tim had gone to the Commissary on Base for food. “Boys, come bring the groceries in.” She called to us. Kevin and I hopped off the couch and raced each other to the car outside. Of course I lost the race. But I tell myself it was because he shoved me into the doorframe at the last minute. “Cheater!” I yelled at him. “All’s fair in love and war, babe. You should watch your six. What are they teaching you in that Army? Do you guys just play cards and have circle jerks?” He grinned. “I’ve got you to watch my six now babe.” I threw back at him. “And you’re a traitor.” He grabbed me up in his arms and groped my ass right there in the driveway. “I’ve always got your back, Tom. Always. I love you.” He kissed me and I melted. “Mooooooommmmm, they’re not helping!” Tim yelled into the garage. “You little tattletale!” I glared. Then gave Kevin a glance and he understood. We tackled Tim from both sides, pulling him to the ground and smothered him with kisses and our bodies, making him laugh and protest…but not very convincingly. He tried to wrestle us, the adorable fool. Somehow Tim ended up on Kevin’s back and he and I carried the bags of groceries into the house with my little brother (who wasn’t so little anymore) giving us orders from Kevin’s back. It was like he didn’t even feel Tim’s weight. Tim had his chin hooked over Kevin’s broad shoulders, his face snuggled up against my boyfriend’s neck. My brother almost didn’t need to wrap his legs around Kevin’s waist, he could just sit on the shelf his ass made. Just seeing them like that made me incredibly happy. We soon had all the groceries put away, the brown paper bags folded and stored. “Why so much food, mom? I’m leaving in the morning.” I pointed out. There was no way she and Tim would eat all that by themselves. The meat would keep in the freezer, sure, but four dozen eggs, six pounds of bacon, three loaves of bread, three gallons of milk, two packs of toilet paper, and so many vegetables the fridge was crammed, plus more…potatoes, cheese, onions, canned stuff and soup, pasta, coffee….ICE CREAM! “Oh! Turn on the news, sweetheart. And I think you need to call your First Sergeant. I don’t think either one of you will be able to get on a plane tomorrow. The radio said the northeast is snowed in with a blizzard, or noreaster or some kind of storm, and there’s another system moving across Europe. Kevin, you might want to check if MIT has canceled classes.” I looked at Kevin and saw my hope mirrored in his eyes. Tim had a huge grin side by side with Kevin’s, still hanging on his back. “You have to stay! Fuck yeah!” “Timothy Jacob Harris you watch your mouth!” Mom scolded. “Sorry mom.” He said in with feigned guilt, then mouthed ‘fuck yeah’ again. I laughed. “You’ll still have school, runt.” “Mom, can I stay home? I’ll get my work from Allie. Please? Pleeeeeeease?” “I’ll think about it.” She answered. Kevin smiled huge. “I need to borrow Tim for training. I’ll just carry him around all day to make my legs strong.” Tim smiled. “You can be my horse. No one will bug me riding you!” I crossed my arms. “First, when did you get to be such a jock, babe? Second, who’s bugging you bro?” “Just some kids at school. It’s no big deal.” He avoided. “Tim, what are they doing?” I demanded, shocking myself with how much I sounded like dad. He looked away. Kevin gave him a side look. He threw his arms over and grabbed Tim by his armpits and pulled my lanky brother effortlessly over his shoulder until he was cradled in his arms. Fuck! The strength of him. He held Tim like a baby. “Spill it little bro.” Kevin said. He used his eyes on Tim, and I knew Tim would lose the battle. Tim leaned into my boyfriend’s big meaty chest. “A couple of the guys on the football team call me ‘that fag’s brother’ and say I must be a faggot too. Sorry, that’s the word they use.” I could tell it hurt him to repeat it. “Do they hit you or bully you?” I asked. “They just shove me a little. It’s not that big of a deal Tom.” He said, resigned. Kevin looked at me, his eyes were full of storms. I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m sorry, Tim. It’s my fault.” Kevin said. “I’m sorry too, bud.” I repeated. I formed a plan in my head. But I needed to talk to Top first, and Kevin needed to find out about MIT. “Mom, can I use the phone?” I called to her. “Of course. It’s weekends, so don’t worry. But why don’t you call your father’s Commander? He can find out for you. And no overseas long distance.” She had a point, but I couldn’t impose or cross my chain of Command. I wanted to explain how my First Sergeant was and should be my first call, and was debating it when the kitchen phone rang. We only had the one phone in the house. Tim leapt from Kevin’s arms where Kevin was using him to do arm curls, much to Tim’s amusement. “I got it!” He yelled out. I flexed my biceps at Kevin showing him my guns I’d worked hard to make bulk up. I’d put on 20 pounds of lean muscle over the last year, working out and going through the very physical training of the Army. I knew I looked hard, and good. Kevin shamed me when he mirrored my pose. He had incredible definition, and was so jacked. His biceps had to be twice the size of my own. I was just about to go molest him when Tim said “Private Brickmann, it’s Staff Sergeant Nolan”. Just like dad trained us. I did the time conversion in my head, it had to be 2000 there. Late hours. I took the phone from Tim. “Private Brickmann.” I identified. “Private Brickmann, I hope this is a good time.” Of course he knew the funeral was yesterday. “Of course, Sergeant.” Still a Private, it was proper for me to wait for him to speak unless released. “At ease, Private. Your hop’s been canceled. We’re getting quite the storm here. The Commander doesn’t see any reason for you to come back here, graduation is happening Tuesday, five feet of snow or not. And no one’s getting to their new duty station for a week. Your leave has been extended, and you’re to report to Ft. Hood for your orders next Friday.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Six more days. “Thanks, Sergeant. Uh… my gear?” I’d left most of my stuff there, almost all of my uniforms. All of my issued equipment. “Being packed up by your squad, Ummm, Private Montelongo and Private Gunnerson volunteered I’m told. Not like you get a choice, but is that acceptable? It’ll meet you at your next duty station.” “Yes Sergeant, they’re my friends. They won’t mess with my stuff. Thanks again.” “Good luck Private. Friday, Ft. Hood.” He reminded me. The phone clicked and went dead. I hung up. I turned around to leave the kitchen. “Tom! What’d he say?” Tim was bursting at the seams. I smiled. “Six more days! I don’t report until Friday!” I nearly fell over when my brother jumped on me in celebration quickly followed by Kevin. “Agggh, you’re gonna crush me! I have to tell mom!” Kevin let go, but Tim didn’t. “I heard, sweetheart. I’m so happy.” She was standing there with tears running down her face. Her house was full, filled with her boys again. She was hoping I’d be stuck just like Kevin and Tim hoped. I know the emptiness would hit her when I was gone again, but for six days I could take care of her. I walked over to her with my monkey brother hanging off me and pulled her into a hug. “I’m glad, mom.” I didn’t even care that I would miss saying goodbye in person to the Bravos. This was more important. Hell, they might even get liberty tonight and a pass to hit the town. I imagine a few Sergeants would be lurking in the usual night spots to watch for troublemakers. I’d have to call my brothers tomorrow. They’d probably appreciate the break from scrubbing down the barracks for inspection. “Hey Kev, call your school.” I told him. Kevin called the Engineering Lab, which was the name of a complex of several buildings, he explained. But he knew one person who would be there on a Saturday afternoon. I wrestled with my brother while Kevin handled his phone call. He didn’t take long. “Classes canceled for the week. I don’t have to go back until next Sunday.” This time it was me who almost knocked him over. Okay…I admit that was my goal, but Kevin couldn’t be tackled. Not with all that Gorgeous muscle and size. I felt proud that he was my man.

Well, I don't think some Tops take the time to appreciate what bottoms like you go through, just so you're available to confidently take Cocks. Maybe that's why you're "slender", in that the food you eat gets "excused" before your body can fully digest it !!! That said, I'd much rather Breed with a slender guy than an overeater. On a slim guy, there's just more solid stuff lto grab onto and ride !!!

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.

Thanks a lot for the kind words... But I must admit that certain experiences just force you to develop and move on making mature decisions, so credit definitely doesn't go solely to me. I think likewise, especially since it's also a matter of your health, i.e. the health of a top in general when you enter a hole and notice if "prep work" has been done by the bottom or not. And even in this case, I struggle with the balance of fucking the next best hole brainlessly, or to consciously care if that person has done prep work... the latter option forces me to "think" again, switch on the brain in order to be cautious, which again doesn't go fit with my actual intention to fuck inconsiderately dick driven come hell or high water... it's a tough balance to take care of without ending up in thoughts chasing my own tail (symbolically speaking). But having said that, (and coming back to the initial question) I'd be the last one to judge or blame a bottom if a mishap happens and my dick gets full of other unexpected lovely things than my own cum... I've met many bottoms who had done their prep work and still something happened and they couldn't stop apologizing and I've met bottoms who just didn't care... in the latter cases I have to remember, I went for it, I knew the risks... which is why I almost only fuck in those darkrooms or fuckjoints of bathhouses or at my home where I always have the option to clean up and go on ... I just do my part since it's up to me to care for myself and not up to others, i.e. the bottoms. Or in the summer at lakes or beaches known as cruising areas... there's plenty of water to clean up. But even then, it does happen that I become that helplessly horny and can't think straight anymore, and forget to care prior if there are cleaning up options as mentioned handy and go fucking brainlessly as soon as I can with the next available hole in heat, come hell or high water... exemptions make the rule! And to come full circle, there'll always be any kind of limits or inhibitions when you select a hole to breed, I think that's just nature. But exemptions and doing my part keeps on helping me to handle and work off my choosiness on the way to the goal to fuck ANY hole.

That's how it should be

i've been at this awhile, in the >1000 cock club, and i have never had an 'accident." Granted, i'm paranoid and go to great lengths to clean out. i don't cruise unprepared. my challenge has been fb's or guys that contact me out of the blue and wanna fuck. i always tell them i'm not prepared, some are willing to wait. That's always the scary ones, because i feel like i don't take the usual amount of time to know i am deep clean. i do sometimes wish for the ability to be spontaneous. i would love to be available 24/7, at a moments notice. i've found a few who say they don't care, and even like it, but never actually been in that position.

Way to fucking twisted and hot!

He doesn’t live in Cali anymore. There’s a new weho cumdump taking his place - then again it’s weho - so many cumdumps to choose from. msg me separately for deets

Absolutely 😈🐷💦👅☣️😍

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.

The need grows like a weed inside the brain and then the whole body

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.

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 !

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

I have absolutely no idea how this thread could possibly die. The thought of my top man using my pussy for its intended purpose is what really drew me to being a bareback bottom. I’m pretty sure that I’ve not come across a single top who’s been turned off when I start talking about breeding my fertile pussy and I am begging him to knock me up with his babies. When I bottom I forget that I even have a dick and love when the top doesn’t even acknowledge it either. It’s the single greatest feeling of happiness hearing a stud tell me how he’s impregnating his little boy and marking him so everyone will know that I am taken. Any of you studs should get off looking into the eyes of your babies future mom or dad while the pussy is flooded deep and proper, you should absolutely tell so we can all share in the happiness of your expected bundle of joy. Just an FYI in case you hadn’t guessed, I’m very happy to help any top who’s driven to conceive. 😇

Pre-COVID I attended at least a couple of major conventions in Las Vegas every year. I made sure to book into a hotel on the Strip that had no elevator security or card access (yes, there are still a few in Vegas). Then I would advertise on all the gay hook up sites that I was hosting door open, walk in anon breeding sessions, usually starting around lunchtime and going till all hours of the night. Frequently I would get 12-15 guys a day stopping by to dump their loads. Everyone from married dads sneaking out on their wives to hotel staff to locals and of course, tourists. There is just nothing like being ass up, all fours in a darkened room, hearing that door latch slip, then the rustle of clothes coming off, then the feeling of a cock presented to your mouth, a tongue on your hole or a cock sliding in on top of the last guys load. Total stranger, rutting in your cunt and marking you with his DNA. My first convention trip back to Vegas since COVID is scheduled for this coming January and I've already booked my room. Can hardly wait.

Chapter 4 The ginger bear and I continued to snog as four more loads were pumped into my guts. In the meantime the bear got a great pounding and one more load delivered with a great roar. Ginger bear suggested we leave now that our load counts were even. We scrambled around to find our strewn clothes and headed out of the woods. As I was unlocking my bike the bear invited me to his place. I tossed my bike in the back of his pickup and we were on the road. I began to worry about all the cum I had taken and asked if I should have asked status before taking cocks bare. He responded; "It's up to you kid. Maybe in the future, but it's a little late to worry about tonight." Delivered with a good natured laugh. It was not long 'til we arrived at his town house. He unlocked and invited me in the front door. The door was no sooner closed than we were snogging and ripping off each other's clothes. Both naked he pulled me up the stairs and threw me onto his king size bed. It smelled fresh, the sheets had been dried outdoors. I lay on my back and his big hairy body lay over me like a comfy quilt. He looked me straight in the eye. "So what would you like to happen here young man?" "Shit ... I don't know ... what do you want?" "I want to fuck your no longer virgin ass. " "Holy fuck ... you are massive ... I don't think I can manage it ... even with all this cum for lube. " "Don't worry, I'll open you up slowly. It won't be long 'til you beg for bigger. " "Holy shit ... I don't know... um... oh fuck it! Yeah ... fuck me , fuck me now!" He rolled me over, ate and tongue fucked my ass for the longest time. Then he started messaging and penetrating my hole with his thick fingers. He had amazing skills. When he figured I was ready he lay on his back and told me to sit on his cock; "That way you'll be in control. " I climbed on the beautiful hairy hill of his body and together we lined up his massive cock head with my hole. I tried to sit down but there was no way it was going in. He reached into his bedside table and brought out a small brown bottle. Uncapping it he took a few sniffs in each nostril. I followed his lead. My head immediately began to spin and warmth flooded my body. He encouraged me to take two more long hits per nostril. With head spinning and ass so fuckin horny I just squatted on his pole and three inches popped inside. He smiled and encouraged: "Sit on down. You're doing great. Take a bit more. " I pushed down and two more inches eased into me. As I stroked the hair on his chest and tummy he slowly and gently started to fuck me from below. After a dozen pumps he was eight inches in. I felt like I was riding a telephone pole. I was encouraged to take a few more sniffs and I was soon fully impaled loving the feel of his thick furry bush on my naked ass and taint. Again he smiled and asked; "You ready to get fucked kid?" "Five guys have already fucked me tonight, that makes six today... but, yeah, I'm ready for you to fuck the living daylights out of this newbie ass man. " And fuck me he did. First from the bottom, then missionary, then doggy. I lost track of all the positions and angles as well as the time. Back in missionary for the third time I could tell by his ragged breathing that he was getting close. His words confirmed my suspicions: "Where do you want my load kid?" "Inside me of course ... please, NO, NO ... WAIT ... what 's your HIV status?" "Poz " "Undetectable?" "Fuck no, no meds here kid, massive viral load. "

Hey Guy's... As I posted earlier, I had an idea of where this story would be going but wasn't sure if I could/should continue it. I had this in the back of my head and wanted to see it through as my characters seem to take on a life of their own when I write and I want to see what happens to them. It won't be as long as my previous story but I promise that I'll finish it at a point that can be construed as an ending. I know that I've said "The End" in the previous chapter... hence the "A Continuation" in the titles going forward which I also did with Daddy's Cuntboy too. Think of this as a sequel. Whore 4 – A Continuation I sat there on my haunches next to Daddy taking it all in.... knowing that I was in my element. Only months before I was just another high-priced escort but I was now transformed... I served cock. The combination of steroids I was on and the chems flowing through me kept me on edge until I let out a low growl. Bending down, Daddy grabbed me by my collar and shoved my face in his crotch and laughed, “Fucking horned up slut." Seeing my dripping cock cage, boy growled. “Damn, Boss. He’s fucking dripping.” Ignoring boy, Daddy stared forward at the crowd and simply stated, “I gotta piss, drain me.” Instantly, my tongue moved under his codpiece and quickly released his thick shaft. Letting out a moan, I began licking at the thick cockhead and tonguing his piss slit before deep throating it. “Good whore... take it all.” Daddy said as a torrent of piss erupted from his shaft and poured down my throat. Moaning with pleasure, he grabbed my collar and forced my now open throat to fully accept him... “Keep it up, whore.” Then I felt it... a hot stream of piss hitting the top of my head and sloshing down my entire body. “Fucking whore...” boy growled, “Boss, we hit the jackpot.” The river of boy’s chem piss drenched my body as I continued to take my Daddy’s bodily fluids into me. The streams of piss just kept on coming. Continuing on, I fed on the hot piss while relishing on the humiliation of being pissed on by boy. A crowd was gathering around us but I didn’t care. I concentrated on the moment...then it hit me and I took Daddy’s cock to the root realizing this is where I wanted to be... no... where I needed to be. Relaxing his grip on my collar, Daddy’s piss slowed to a trickle and he removed his cock from my mouth. With the last drops sliding past my taste buds and down my throat, I dutifully secured the codpiece over his cock. I bowed my head and closed my eyes. I could feel boy’s cooling piss covering me and pooling around me. The attention from the crowd wasn’t lost on me. This was beyond what I had experienced in the shop. Daddy had confirmed the control he had on me to the public... not just those who had been in the shop where it was just another normal day. Feeling boy behind me, I opened my eyes as his piss-soaked hand moved across my pecs and gathered the cooling piss and placed it to my lips... the scent of chems and piss hit me. Without hesitating, I lapped at the cold acrid piss until his hand was clean. “Yep, a jackpot.” boy chuckled, falling to his knees behind me and pushing me forward onto all fours. As his fingers moved down my back toward my plugged cunt, I winced from the asphalt cutting into my knees. “Fucking beautiful hungry cunt.” he grunted to no one in particular... or so I thought at the time. Leaning in, he spread my asscheeks to expose the metal base of the plug surrounded by my swollen cunt lips and began to play with my heavy cuntplug. “Fuck me!” I yelled, feeling the vibrations moving through the walls of my now hungry cunt. “Please!” “That’s the plan whore,” boy snarled, removing my cuntplug out in one strong pull. “Now put on a fucking good show.” “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling my cunt lips split wide open. “Fucking hungry cunt!” boy grinned, seeing my swollen, red and tender wrecked cunt. “It fucking needs a cock.” “Shit yeah, boy!” I moaned as he brought his lips to my pulsing swollen cunt lips and began licking and biting them. Boy’s warm tongue began to thrust and lap up the cunt juices flowing out from my pulsing cunt. Quickly, boy pushed his now hard cock through my cunt lips. I winced ... the roughness of his assault sending waves of pain throughout. I held my breath, knowing that it would soon be replaced pleasure. His cock continued to invade my cunt until I felt the now familiar knot begin to slip past my cunt lips. Holding still at this point, boy leaned down on my back and whispered in my ear, “Fucking tell everyone what the fuck you are.” Feeling his knot about to invade my cunt, I yelled out, “I’M A FUCKING WHORE!” “YEAH! YOU ARE!” boy proclaimed to the large crowd surrounding us. Unable to resist, I pushed my cunt against the hard knot and it slid past my cunt lips producing a white-hot pain until I felt his smooth crotch resting against my tender cunt lips. Exhaling at the combination of intense pleasure and pain, my knees buckled and I collapsed on the asphalt and was pinned down by the weight of boy’s body on top of me. Slowly boy pulled his cock out and stretched my cunt and then pushed back in. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged boy, raising my ass to take his cock as the crowd surrounding us grew. The assault continued and I could hear the crowd’s enthusiasm grow at the scene before them... “Fuck yeah!... Fucking whore!... Shit! I want that cunt!” and other exclamations escaped the lips of our audience. As the pain reduced, I began to moan from the pleasure of boy’s cock and I began to fuck myself on the hard cock as the hard wet slapping of my ass cheeks against boy’s shaved crotch filled the air around the circle of admirers. That’s when it hit me... I was here for the pleasure of these men. Quickly, I raised my leg and flipped boy so that he was on his back on the rough asphalt and I was on top. Surprised, boy smiled and I started to ride his cock as the sharpness of the asphalt surface tore into his back. Feeling the stinging pain, “Fuck yeah, whore!” boy growled as my caged cock flopped against his hard abs. His cock continuously sent a wave of pleasure up my spine with every thrust as he hit the spot deep within my cunt. I continued riding boy’s swollen cock until I felt my cuntwalls begin to pulse and a torrent of cum leaked out of my caged cock and covered my ball sac. My cunt lips clenched on boy’s shaft sending him over the top until the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed boy and his cock released a torrent of red-hot cum into my throbbing cunt as a loud roar came from the crowd. Knowing I was still knotted to boy, we continued on the ground while my sweat dripped down onto boy’s taut body. All the while, I watched Daddy speaking to the men in the crowd and handing out more of the white cards to some. Finally feeling boy’s knot releasing me, I stood up and smiled down at the boy’s beautiful cock settling down on his muscled abs. “Fuck whore,” boy smiled, "You never cease to amaze me.” Scooping up the load of cum running down my thighs, I moaned, “MMMMmmm... I have to admit I amaze myself, too.” Lost in the moment, I suddenly felt my asscheeks being parted and the feel of heavy metal against my wrecked cunt lips. Growling, I bent over expecting my cuntplug but I quickly realized that it wasn’t my usual one. “You’re right whore, it’s not...” Daddy chuckled bending me further over, “Time for an upgrade.” Obediently, I spread my legs and arched my back to accept the “upgrade.” Moving to my face, Daddy held the new cuntplug in front of me. My eyes widened... I had seen this one in the product catalogue but we’ve never carried it. It was huge... 22.4 oz with a 7-inch circumference. “This will have to do for now, whore.” Daddy laughed, “I’ve checked around to see if I can get a customized one later on.” I stared at the cuntplug... well “my cuntplug.” I have to admit that in the back of mind, I had fantasized about a larger one for a while. I stared into my Daddy’s green eyes and sighed. “Thanks Daddy. It’s time. I’ve wanted one.” “Good whore,” Daddy smiled, handing my cuntplug to boy. “Go on, boy.” “Yes, Boss,” answered, scrambling to grab the cuntplug and moving behind me. “Fucking whore,” boy muttered and pushed the plug past my cunt lips and worked it into me until it was secure. “Yes!” I gasped, feeling the added weight now filling me as I started coming down from the chems. “Please!” I begged. Laughing at me, Daddy smiled, “Soon whore... soon.” and clipped my leash to my collar and handed it to boy. Boy stood, held my leash and paraded me around the crowd. “Gentlemen,” Daddy loudly announced. The auction will begin in one hour. Only those with the proper invitation will be allowed. It was then I realized it... those cards... the looks and whispers. I was to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Seeing my reaction and the realization of what was happening, boy sharply tugged at my collar, forcing me to follow as he led me back to the store to where I was to be auction off.

Orally - in my teens. Another guy from school - blew his dick and swallowed his load. I wasn't a fan of that last part at first. Then I found a park near to college that had an amazing cottage. I got sucked off more times than I can remember - at least once a week day during term time (I was 16 - I could cum hard two or three times back-to-back back then, plus I came gallons and shot about 6' !) I soon learned I preferred to be the one doing the sucking. Had fingers etc but the few times guys wanted to fuck me they didn't have condoms and back then I wouldn't have dreamed of bareback sex. Plus I was terrified it would hurt. It took me another 10 years before I lost my anal virginity. I'd got to the point where I was literally dreaming of cocks in my arse every single night and waking up both horny and disappointed to find it was a dream so I resolved to do something about it. Went cruising after work and some really old troll took an interest. He had a nice cock - quite slim - so when he suggested taking me back to his house to fuck me I was all for it. Condoms were never mentioned and he was gentle and took his time. It was the awakening of the slut in me for sure when I realised it felt better than I'd ever imagined it could.

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.

Part 2: Becoming pregnant fuck meat I walked out into the hall and back up to the hotel bar. I look around. My friends had gone. The bar almost empty, just the barman cleaning up. He looked at me and smirked "I think your friends let honey" he said in a very camp voice and looked me up and down like he was undressing me. Behind me my skinhead appeared. He put his arms around me "c'mon up to my room and I'll call you a cab, you look wasted". I didnt resist, eveything was spinning. Before I knew it I was in his room, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. He stood in front of me. "Well, whilst we wait for a cab you may as well finish sucking my cock". He pulled down his jeans and his hardening cock sprang out. I was immediately transfixed and began sucking on it like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I was deep throating it like a pro, like I'd seen in the porn movies. I licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth. I was in heaven. He pulled my T-Shirt off, and pushed me back onto the bed. Then he pulled off my boots and jeans. Within seconds I was naked on my back. I have to go I said, I'm wasted... "Relax" he told me "I have you a little something to help you get into it, being your first time I thought you needed some help" "What do you mean, you gave me something..." I slurred "Just a little something I pushed up your cunt with my tongue" I started sucking my cock. I started moaning. I was in heaven. He replaced his mouth with his hand and moved to licking my arse. I was in heaven, moaning like a total slut. He began fingering me and working my cock at the same time, I'd never felt anything like it. Then he stopped and moved up my body, my legs pinned over his shoulders. He kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. "are you ready, you are going to get fucked tonight, you know that dont you?" "Yes, sir, but please not without a condom..." "It's OK' he said "Dont worry, you are going to get barebacked at some point, it may as well be tonight, You want to lose your virginity properly dont you?" God yes, I moaned and uttered the words every bottom knows so well "Please fuck me, fuck me hard, cum in me, I want you to cum inside me" He pushed his cock into me. I dont even remember it hurting. All I remember is the fucking - him fucking me hard and me taking it like I was born to be bitch. On my back with a man inside me. I was groaning and taking on the role of a slut in ways I didnt think I was possible of - begging him to fuck me harder, to use my cunt. Hurt me, rape me, everything I could think of. My entire world was now about his amazing dick in my arse and for the first time I felt complete, loved and wanted. "I'm getting close" he said "Maybe if you are lucky we'll get you pregnant first time" That sounded kinky, being a girl I thought, pretending I could pregnant. My femboy side had awakened and I loved the idea of being the girl with a cunt. "Yes, please, cum in me, make me pregnant. Give me your babies, I want you to be my daddy, cum in me daddy please cum in me" And then he did it - he pushed down hard and pumped his load into me. Thats all I remember from that night, I must have passed out. I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, naked...

I couldn't read the original font I was a thirty-six year old poz guy of average height and weight with short hair and beard, glasses, callused hands with grease under my thick nails from my job in a junkyard, almost seven cut inches and size 12 feet. I had been poz for half a dozen years. Being a Top I didnt get pozzed the usual way, instead it was from a dirty dentist I found in an ad in the newspaper when I had a bad toothache. I had caught the flu and felt like I had been beaten in an alley and stayed in bed for three weeks getting up just to eat and go to the bathroom. I then felt well enough to make it to the doctor who ran tests which confirmed the quack that pulled my bad tooth had contaminated me via the hole where the tooth was, likely when he sewed up the gum. I had tried to contact him but by then he had been closed down and subsequently disappeared. I was back to work a month and a half later thanks to the kindness of a boss who himself was poz. I was careful how I fucked, rubbering up when I fucked neg asses or when the guy asked me to wrap it. It was a couple of years later when I pozzed my first neg. The asshole was a chaser in his twenties who had a bright future ahead of him but looked and acted like a loser. He said he had tested neg and his last sex before we met was getting sucked off by an old troll just before getting tested. I hid my excitement as we went to the cheap hourly no-tell motel. Once there he dropped to his knees, unbuckled my belt, opened my fly, pulled at the waistband of my undershorts and fished out my dick. He kissed it and sucked it into his mouth, humming, and sucked on it until it was just about fully hard. "You sure want it, dont you?" I remarked. He kissed my dick again and we stripped. He was an average for his age, an inch or two under six feet and about ten lbs. under my 190. His shoulder length blond hair as well as the rest of him looked healthy and I wondered why someone in great physical shape wanted to throw away what could have been a fabulous life. Then again I thought of my thrill of having a fantastic feeling orgasm in him when I filled his ass with my dangerous cum. He said he had been a letterman in high school and college and had a degree that would lead to high paying jobs and asked me about my job. I admitted working in the junkyard pulling, sorting, inspecting and cataloging auto parts but he seemed to actually like me for being strong and in shape as a result of my job. I had him suck my dick to full hardness and he obeyed, then he lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs while I greased-up my loggerhead. Once greased I spat on his hole and mounted him. I put my dick to his hole, rubbed it an inch or two, then I lunged, letting my weight and pelvic thrust drive it home as he yelped from the pain. He wasnt a virgin but he hadnt been fucked much either so his hole was still nice and tight the way I prefer them. It would also facilitate my dick tearing him up inside to create fissures to further enable my poz sperms to pass my virus into his bloodstream. Once hilted I flexed my dick in him and fucked him. He whined at first but after my first dozen self-satisfying thrusts he was used to it and was loving it after my second dozen. I myself was loving how good my dick felt in his cunt as I fucked away. I set a steady pace just to enjoy the good feeling of fucking him and knowing my virus-laden precum was also doing its work to put my first wave of virus into his system. I then gradually increased my pace after being satisfied that I had torn up his rectum sufficiently to give my HIV easy passage into him. I fucked him with gay abandon, enjoying myself as I began breathing hard and starting to work up a sweat. My pelvis sometimes slapped his ass as I fucked him good. My sperms welled-up and the rocketed out of my dick into his ass as I repeatedly slammed it home with a series of hip-snaps that made him flinch with each one. My dick was in seventh heaven as I pumped my poz sperms up his ass. I was grinning from ear to ear as I enjoyed my best orgasm since the night I brutally broke an asshole's cherry and we laughed at his crying in the pain my prick enjoyed putting to him with each thrust in his sore hole while my buddies held him down over two decades earlier. I rested on his back enjoying my conquest of him and how he lovingly massaged my weapon with his ass muscles to milk any remaining cum out of my dick. "Man you're the best piece of ass I had in twenty years." I said. He replied that he was so turned on by getting fucked by me he had cummed without touching his dick. That was most likely his last neg load he'd ever shoot. I decided to remain on his back and maybe take a nap while I reloaded and add a second load. I rested and enjoyed how good laying on his back felt with my dick buried in his ass to keep my sperms mashed against his anal walls. I knew he wasnt too comfortable under me but all I cared about was the enjoyment I derived from fucking him, shooting off my dirty cum inside him and knowing it would change his life. I dozed off and awoke three quarters of an hour later, my dick softened but still partially in his hole. I flexed it and made slight movements to start re-hardening it and gradually brought it back to full stiffness in him, then I began piston-thrusting. I fucked to get my second load off as fast as possible since my first fuck had already prepared his rectum to take my cum and virus. I fucked him good and came in a good fifteen minutes, shooting a good feeling load up his ass. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I added my second load of poz to the first. I felt good getting my rocks off pozzing him. I thrust until I was spent and rested. He gushed on how great a stud I wad to fuck him twice. I thanked him and told him how enjoyable pozzing him felt. A few minutes later I pulled out. I checked my dick and his hole. I grinned when I saw the traces of blood mixed with my dirty cum on my dick and his hole. He didnt have a butt plug but his decently tight hole would hold most of my cum in him which would give it ample chance to infect him. I had him suck my dick clean but didnt urinate in his mouth. I did piss in the john and we got dressed. He kissed my dick and balls before I finished pulling up my undershorts. We checked out and exchanged numbers. I headed home, my sexual needs and pleasure satiated. I checked with him a month later. My dick hardened when I finally contacted him and he said he felt like shit from the flu. He said he would get checked out. A week later he called back but sounded like he was crying. He tested poz and told me what his doctor told him. I told him if he took his meds and did the other things he should he'd stay healthy. I had a feeling he likely wouldnt be as diligent as I was and would end up dying in a hospice. He was OK the first few years but he took too many "holidays" so his meds didnt work as well when he did take them. I did fuck him a few times before his health declined too much and then we didnt contact each other as much. Last I heard he was sick and in the county hospital

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....