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I’m a burly bear and I love going to saunas. I guess I should get tested but I feel good and I love it raw. Sometimes there are guys who are funny about this but mostly when I drop my towel and see my hung meat beneath my manly belly they say “this time just for you – I need your meat in me raw”. The sauna I go to has a bar between the locker rooms and the cabins, slings and darkrooms. As I entered it I saw our local HIV testing centre had an outreach table run by a twink. As I passed I gave him a wink and he said “want an HIV test?”. I said “nah, love it raw, pounding holes and they love it – would be the same whatever the result”. He replied “but a big daddy like you needs to look after his health”. I laughed and said “good boy, but I need a twink to look after it for me while I sow my seed – and anyway – last time you were here three months ago I’m sure I saw you take it raw”. He smiled and said “I only take it raw here, love the hot guys and the dirtiness of doing it with a stranger. But we come every three months and I get tested with you guys so the lad I give my hole to at the end knows its clean”. I laughed and said “and you only get with the neg ones I imagine”. He laughed and said “well, I get pretty horny by the end seeing all the guys in just their towels but I do try to”. I replied “well good luck to you twink and walked off”. It was only an half an hour to the end of their session and I went to the cinema room for a bit to get me in the mood and then found a cabin. As usual I left the door open. It wasn’t long before the twink from the testing centre passed by in just a towel. The cabins are on a dead end so I knew he’d have to pass back. I took my towel off in readiness and started jerking my thick meat. He stopped when he passed the door and said “wow it’s even bigger than I imagined”. I winked and said “so you’ve been imagining this meat”. The twink said “I know it’s so dirty but the thought of trying out untested confident cock is making me so hard”. To prove the point he dropped his towel and his massive twinky cock sprang out and slapped against his abs I said “wow you are a dirty boy, but a neg one right?”. He replied “freshly tested but I didn’t think you’d care”. I asked him “and you come back and get tested in three months?” He nodded and said sadly “wish I could have more raw cock but there it is”. I told him that he could have my untested cock at any time in between. He smiled the biggest smile and said “thank u daddy” and knelt to suck my cock. I stood up so that he could see what a real, alpha looked like, slapped my cock in his face and let him suck it. He sucked like a pro! A nasty thought crossed my mind “so when you get your next HIV test and again in six months you’ll get your way and have tested me too”. He looked up and me and said “oh wow daddy, make me your HIV test!”. I said “I think it’s time we prepared that test”. I liked his hole and then aked “OK then twink, are you ready to go UNTESTED?”

16. I had been at work maybe half an hour and now I was on my back across my boss’s desk while his secretary fucked my throat and my boss fucked my slid into my ass for the second day in a row. My caged cock leaked precum onto my stomach, matting down my treasure trail and the plastic ground against my skin. The only thing keeping me quiet was Blake’s fat cock down my throat or there was no way I would have been able to take my boss in one hard thrust silently. “Fuck, I can’t believe your cunt feels looser than it did yesterday. Its so fucking perfect.” “Swap? I wanna try him.” “Fuck yeah.” Blake pulled his long 9 inch cock out of my throat, smearing juice across my face as he did, and walked around the desk. Steven, stepped aside, and Blake lined his cock up. He slid it into me in one long stroke pushing a groan out of the depth of my soul as he slithered past my second hole. I clapped my hand over my mouth. “Don’t worry, the office is super sound proofed,” Blake said leaning forward over the desk. “You should know,” Steven added, playfully slapping Blake on the ass. I looked up, my face a mix of pleasure and confusion. “Normally its me on the desk with Steven’s big raw cock in me,” he was right over my face, “Theres been maybe three days in the whole time I’ve worked for him that we haven’t started the day with his load going in my hole.” He said the next part almost in a whisper, “and I, am not a quiet bottom.” “So, if you need to moan,” Steven was now right by my head, “Go ahead and moan.” “God damn Steven,” Blake said sliding slowly in and out of me, “this cunt is so perfect. How did we not know you were a cumdump?” “I wasn’t till recently,” I relayed the story of Matt and the cage as Blake started to fuck me a little harder. “A new cumdump, perfect. That means we get to train your hole to be the perfect pussy.” “God yes! Fill me with your cum.” “Oh, were going to do a lot more than just breed you.” “Oh?!” “We’re gonna breed and stretch this cunt out wide.” “Fuck yes.” “You ready to see how much you can take?” “Fuck yes.” “Good.” Blake grabbed my hips and started to pound me deep. I groaned and laid my head back, washed yet again in the glow of being fucked. Steven’s cock floated above my face and I pulled it into my mouth. Blake climbed onto the desk, fucking even deeper into me. It was a struggle to keep Steven’s cock in my mouth, as Blake pressed my knees further over my shoulders. Eventually Steven pulled out and just watched, slowly jerking off, as Blake drove into me over and over from above. I was shouting, I hoped that they had been right about how sound proof the room was. A thin trickle of sweat ran down Blake’s chest making little swirls in his light chest hair. His eyes were closed, and a his face contorted in concentration. His dick was well past my second hole. I felt perfect. Steven leaned close to my ear as Blake let out a grunt, “Here’s whats going to happen. Blake is going to breed your cunt soon. Then I’m going to take his place and flood your hole too. After that we’re going to see just how much abuse your sweet hole can take. How does that sound?” “Fucking amazing!” “Good.” “Oh, fuck I’m getting close.” Blake’s breathing had changed. He looked sweatier. It was clear he was about to burst. I tightened my hole around his cock and milked him as he went over the falls. His orgasm burst from him like a cannon shot. I felt volley after volley of cum pump from his cock into my warm hole. Another wave of bliss swept across me. I was once more full of another man’s load. After a few shaky moments as Blake came down from his orgasm, he pulled out. Then it was Steven’s turn.

Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and and similarity to any person, living or deceased, is completely unintentional. Sometimes, I really hate my name. Chad. I thought the aftermath of the 2000 presidential election was bad with the jokes about the Florida ballots; the inevitable bad pickup lines about hanging chads. The petty insults about pregnant chads, owing to being pleasantly plump while I was in college. I knew, though, those would fade into obscurity over time as we moved further from that era. This latest trend doesn’t seem to go be going away anytime soon, unfortunately. The association of my name with being a “male Karen” or the alpha gym bro got really old, really fast. Maybe it’s because my natural personality is so much different from what my name has become associated with. I’ve never sought the spotlight for myself and in many ways try to deflect it. I do my best to be respectful of others, see their side of things, and, in general, just try to leave wherever I am a little better than where I found it when I started the day. Of course, as we all do, sometimes I have moments where I have to look after my own needs. Even then, it tends to come out in the service of others with my legs in the air as the center of attention in a gangbang or in a hookup’s apartment on a Tuesday night in April. Ironically, with all the slutty stuff I did in my 20’s and into my 30’s, it was the quiet rando on a simple weeknight when I wanted to have some fun on my 34th birthday that landed me with the fuck flu three weeks later. (Heck of a gift I got, right?) For the next three years, I’ve been diligent with my regimen of meds, got myself to undetectable pretty quickly, and have adjusted my sex life to a handful of trusted partners who are either also undetectable or on PrEP. Until this past February. It was a Thursday night and I decided coming home from work that I wanted to grab a six pack. As I’m checking out, the clerk, doing his job, asked for ID. “Chad, huh. You wanna come at me bro?” For once, a comeback formed in my mind in time for it to be of use. “I bet you’d rather I cum in you…bro.” I cringed internally as I said the last word. It was so unlike me. The clerk, who was a smaller guy, probably in his late 20’s, sized me up. “Actually…yeah.” Intrigued by where this was going, I took a shot. “Put up a ‘be back soon’ sign and show me the back room.” He scribbled a note, taped it to the door, and quickly led me to a storage room where I had my tongue in his mouth within 10 seconds. After less than a minute of making out, I applied gentle, but assertive pressure to his shoulder, letting him know that his place was on his knees. He knew it too and was soon making sure my cock was at full mast with an above average blow job. After about two minutes of oral heaven, I pulled him up by his collar, unbuckled his pants, and spun him around. A glob of spit on his hole and I was lined up and ready to go. “Wait,” he said. “Aren’t you going to wrap it?” I snapped. “You said you wanted me to cum in you bro and that’s exactly what you’re getting. Besides, no lube in sight, the rubber would hurt both of us too much and would break, so you’d get a lousy fuck and my load anyway. Just shut up and enjoy this.” “Yes sir,” was his reply, I didn’t wait and plunged in to the hilt on first entry. He winced, but his ass, which was not a gaping slut hole, but certainly no virgin, protested for a brief moment before giving way. It had been over a year since I’d topped and I’d almost forgotten how good it could feel. Knowing time was short and the store would need to reopen soon, I decided not to prolong it, but still had some fun with the bitch. “You know you can’t stop me cumming inside you.” “Please, pull out?” He pleaded mildly, but the terms had long since been agreed upon that I was staying in until I unloaded. I laughed. “Fuck no.” “Are you neg?” “Fuck no.” He turned and looked back at me with horror. He tried to pull off, but my grip on his hips was too strong. His feeble struggle pushed me over. There, amongst the pallets of generic lite beer and pretentious craft brews, I bred my first negative ass that wasn’t protected by meds since my diagnosis. I stayed in as I caught my breath. He jerked feverishly as he now lightly rocked back and forth, using my dick to achieve his climax. He lost his load on the floor and then pulled off me slowly. He turned as he pulled up his pants, wanting to ask something, but not sure how. I read his mind. “Don’t worry, Derek,” I said, reading his name tag. “I haven’t missed a dose of meds in three years and am undetectable. You’ll be fine, but if you’re gonna offer your ass up to a hookup raw, maybe you should take your own precautions if you’re worried. I’m probably not the first poz guy who’s been in your butt, just the first you knew about before he came.” “Yes sir. Thank you for a great fuck and load.” “Anytime boy. I’m on the apps, hit me up if you want a refill.” I stuffed my cock back through the fly of my jeans. “Now, you want to unlock the store so I can take my beer and go home?” As I drove, I felt empowered. I don’t know if I’d ever had a moment like this before. Me, the selfless guy, who was accidentally pozzed three years earlier had initiated a bareback fuck with a random store clerk in his stock room. I bred him without even taking my pants off. Who the fuck was the guy who did that?? It certainly wasn’t me. I walked through the door of my house at 6:58 pm. As I tossed my keys aside and got the beer in the fridge, the clock turned seven and my phone reminder to take my meds popped up. The one I had diligently followed, without fail, every day since I converted. I went to the bathroom, grabbed the bottle, and shook out that night’s dose. After I filled a glass of water, I tossed the pill back. Before swallowing, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stared for a moment. The bitterness of the pill’s outer coating shook me back to reality. I spit the pill into the sink. Fuck it. If people were going to make assumptions about me just based on my name, then I’m going to be exactly who they think I’m going to be.

Partitions between urinals ought to be banned. Maybe we should lobby building code committees. 😂 There's a beautiful building in my town with old-fashioned full-height porcelain urinals (the kind that are set into the wall and into a raised step). It would be very hard to add partitions, and impossible without damaging the historic fixtures, wall tiles and floor tiles. The restroom isn't busy so I've never seen anything there, but it makes me happy to know that such a place still exists. Ditto for trough urinals, of which so few remain. When did we become so ashamed of our bodies that we felt we needed partitions to be able to pee?

Part 51 - From Winter To Spring Getting airborne was the easy part, coming down Mateo closed his eyes with the aircraft bobbing and swaying on their approach to Washington, the weather not so good with a wind blowing meant he could feel every time the captain corrected their flight path to remain aligned. He had been thoroughly spoilt over the last five hours with the aircraft people as he called them serving him for once. He heaved a huge sigh they all heard when the aircraft came to a stop and the door was opened that they all applauded Mateo on his first flight. After a quick overnight stay and meetings with the ambassador Mateo had his photo taken then prior to setting off he was handed his Monrovian passport that he clutched hold of all the way. His first official document that had a seal inside of the royal crest and right to live and work in the country. At Washington airport Mateo stood at the window looking at the aircraft around the field and the large one that was taking him away from here. The attendant came over and asked if Mateo would like a glass of champagne, he smiled shaking his head. He was nervous enough about the thought of his second ever flight and drink wasn't going to help. In the last 24 hours he had experienced luxury that he never really new existed apart from inside the hotel and the suites he worked on. People were serving him at every turn and it was difficult for him to adjust to the change, Artem came over and put his arm around his shoulder. "It is a very different life Mateo, working with royalty" Artem said sensing how nervous he was. Mateo glanced at him "Do you think I will cut it?" he asked. Artem chuckled "You are a good butler already and you will have Tom and myself to help you". "Thank you" Mateo replied genuinely, "No one has ever shown this kindness to me like you all have". Artem smiled patting his shoulder "Was it hard growing up in Mexico?" he asked. "Yes" Mateo nodded, "You have to survive and learn quickly. Is why I left, for a better life". "Prince Alexander has given you the chance, he did the same for Tom and me" Artem advised him. Mateo nodded and looked at him "I don't want people feeling sorry for me" he said. Artem chuckled "He does not. He helped you because you stood up and help protect him". Mateo and Artem stood there and watched a set of steps being moved up to the front door of the aircraft. Behind them they heard the attendant address the prince and Max advising they were ready for them to board the aircraft. Mateo walked with Tom and Artem at the rear of the group through a private exit to the steps, without even looking back he climbed them and stepped in to the aircraft and the door was closed. Mateo and Tom sat together on the flight and chatted for hours as darkness descended outside. Alex called Mateo over to sit with him for a while. Still being new to this he was bowing and addressing at every opportunity that Alex put right straight away. Alex had already spoken to the governor premier advising he was bringing Mateo home as his butler come accountant or something, Steven laughed at his indecisiveness. Alex said he would privately fund the position. He received a message several hours later advising that government had agreed he would be funded by the sovereign purse and thereby granting him full diplomatic status and make up his his royal household. Artem retrieved his laptop and sat down in front of Max but grinning away at Alex. "Really?" Alex said exasperated at Artem's over organised ability. Artem chuckled "Come on lets get the next few months sorted now, Max you are in demand to attend". "I have a job!" Max exclaimed. Artem tutted "You call that a job?" he replied laughing, "I can't help that you are in demand". Artem handed Mateo a pad and pencil "Mateo you can cost up these as I go through them". Mateo smiled and sat up "Do we get to travel like this all the time?" he asked beginning to enjoy this flight. The three laughed then Artem tapped his laptop, Mateo sat there listening to Artem and Alex going through the list of engagements and noting down rough costs that Mateo would need to confirm then he bounced on the ottoman seat when he heard that visit to Spain was to happen in April as guests of the king and queen. Then looking at Max he reminded him of his visit with the dowager queen to Paris in March for three days. Alex looked at Mateo and joked that Max goes away with his grand mother more than he does with him. The rest of the flight everyone slept with Liam and Franco taking turns, Artem would stay awake with Liam and Tom with Franco. They let Mateo sleep as he was obviously worn out and the jet lag would only add to that. February had rolled in to March and Mateo had settled in to palace life. Jackson had put Mateo with a footman for a couple of weeks to train him in palace etiquette and learn how things worked below stairs. For the most part he would spending his time in the Regency suite and had been allocated a household room close to the suite, it was still a remarkable upgrade on what he had at the hotel, it had a small cosy lounge, bedroom and bathroom. Going outside was not an option for him, it was cold and Mateo didn't know what had hit him on arrival with all the snow. When he had to go out he was almost on all fours being so unsteady on his feet and slipping all the time until Max kindly brought him a pair of proper snow boots. Now though the snow was not so deep and the days were longer and getting a little warmer. Within days Mateo had worked on Artem's attempt at keeping the finances for engagements, he happily reported back to Alex that Mateo was a natural with numbers and actually very clever. He had met Marty and Josh when they came for dinner and Gareth who came every weekend learning all about them. It was on one of those visits where he picked up the glances the slight sexual tension between Tom and Gareth. When he spoke to Tom about it after one of the passionate nights of sex he went all giggly and coy, it was then he knew that Tom actually adored Gareth. Alex was out most days on official engagements or dinners and Mateo loved reading about them in the media, Max worked and attended some evening occasions with Alex. He had also taken to using the gym with Liam and Franco where he met Nick and almost tripped over his own feet when he saw him, he was a hunk of a man and was disappointed to learn that he only had eyes for Asa who was often found staying in the palace and offered to draw Mateo in a naughty pose. Whilst they were in LA the biggest bond of friendship happened with Max's family spending a week at Borrick Lodge with the king, queen and Alden. It was during this week that Alden officially asked Sam if he would consider being his personal assistant and take over managing his diary, it made sense since the two of them had built a very unusual love for each other and frequently they could heard laughing around the palace. Alden sat Sam down and explained he needed someone who knew him and that Sam had become the closest person to him. When they told their parents the king laughed and made a condition that Sam was to finish off his education at military school on the royal programme where he would learn business administration that would help in the role. It was all agreed and Sam would be boarding at the school about thirty minutes from Victoria and at weekends he would either go to Dunbar House or the palace, by the middle of February Sam had all but moved to Monrovia and was now attending military school. Alden had received permission to date Steph, Lady Trasilion's daughter but they kept their romance under the radar for now. For now she carried on with her career often working out of Monrovia when not travelling. When Sam was not with Alden at the weekends he would hang out with his brother and Alex, but tended to spend more time with Franco often dragging Mateo with them. If Franco wasn't needed they would often go out for the day and usually stop by Josh's boutique and annoy him for an hour. His business was booming and he had secured a larger shop now he had branched out in to women's wear that was in just as much demand since receiving his special warrant. The new boutique was to open in April and of course it would be opened by the queen. Josh never lost sight of his primary focus in life, Marty, he never worked long hours now since he had a team of people working for him. He was spending most nights at Marty's lovely apartment above the stables and with views up to the palace, and of course the regular visitors for dinner who always brought Mateo since he wasn't joking about being a good cook of Mexican food. Josh would always bring Mateo a little something from the boutique, a t-shirt, pair of trousers or a shirt. He knew that if he tried to pile a heap of clothes on Mateo he would refuse so he was drip dropping them whenever they saw each other. Mateo was fast becoming the fashionista in the palace with more clothes by Joshua Franks than anyone else. He was never left out when at Marty and Josh's and would join them for dinner when he cooked. It was one of those fateful nights when Mateo had forgotten some spice that he jogged back to the palace kitchen as it was still cold at night. He turned the corner by the hedge and smacked straight in to Hannes who was out running. The speed of Hannes knocked Mateo flat on the ground in the snow and Hannes fell down next to him the other way round having lost his footing. They both seemed a little stunned for a moment then they looked at each other and burst out laughing. Mateo quickly realising he was laying in snow tried to get up but kept laughing and falling over. Hannes reached out and pulled him to his feet "You need to watch where you are going!" Mateo said. "Me?" Hannes exclaimed questioning him. "Is your fault, you run to quick" Mateo replied staring at him. Hannes found he was staring deep in to his eyes "No it is your fault. Are you hurt?" he asked. Mateo smiled "No I am okay, and it was your fault. Are you hurt?" he asked. "Only my pride" Hannes replied still staring in to his eyes, "Where did you come from?". "Mexico" Mateo replied, "And Los Angeles" he added noticing how attractive and fit the guy looked. Hannes laughed "No, I mean where are you coming from?" he asked. Mateo pointed over to the mews but Hannes couldn't take his eyes off him and Mateo knew it. Hannes reached up to his shoulder and brushed a bit of snow away, Mateo's eyes followed his hand watching every single movement his fingers made. The urge in his body was overwhelming and he stepped forward as Hannes raised his head and kissed him very lightly, Hannes responded with a more intentional kiss. Suddenly their arms flung around each other as they kissed harder, Mateo panicked briefly as his body went up in the air held by the man's strong arms. "Stop!" Mateo said pushing Hannes away, "Not now I am cooking" he explained being lowered. "You work in the kitchen?" Hannes asked nodding to the palace. Mateo shook his head "No, I work for Prince Alexander and Max" he replied. Hannes scratched his head "But you are cooking?" he asked again. "Yes. For them, Marty and Josh. They like my Mexican food" Mateo said unable to keep his hands off. Hannes smiled and couldn't resist grabbing and kissing him again in a frantic and very erratic moment with their teeth clanking together, accidental bite on the lip then falling over again only this time Hannes laid on top of him. "Stop fighting me" Hannes giggled. "You can get off me now" Mateo said softly like he was teasing him. Hannes laughed "And what if I don't?" he asked testing the waters. Mateo smirked "Then you better be good!" he replied. Hannes helped him up again "Oh I am. And you better be able to keep up with me!" he exclaimed. "I am Mateo" Mateo said looking in his eyes again, "Who are you?" he asked. He smiled "Hannes, Sovereign Guard here" he replied as they both stood. "Sorry I must fetch the spices and get back" Mateo said walking off and turning to look back at him. Hannes watched him then called out "Mateo!" he called, "You are very sexy!". Mateo chuckled and nearly fell over again before the shouted back "You sexy too!". He heard Hannes laughing as the guard sped up continuing his run. He had left Mateo all flustered and confused to where he was going and why. It was strange that neither of them had asked the other if they were gay, Mateo smiled calming down and knew that the look in their eyes must have said everything and words were not needed. Taking even longer than the ten minutes Alex was standing at the door to the mews apartment waiting and wondering what had happened then breathed a sigh of relief seeing Mateo appear round the corner of the building. "Where have you been?" Alex asked, "You look a little wet" he remarked. "I fall, in the snow" Mateo said causing Alex to laugh, "I bump in to a runner, he knock me over". Alex nodded as he let Mateo pass him "And the rest please, there is more to this I can see it in your eyes". Mateo smiled and winked "I meet a guard, nice and sexy and he kissed me". Alex now laughed leaning back against the wall "Did you meet Hannes?" he asked and Mateo nodded. "Come on we are hungry" Josh shouted from the top of the stairs. "Mateo has met Hannes" Alex announced very loudly embarrassing the poor lad. Suddenly Josh and Max stood there "And?" they both said in unison and laughed. "Mateo didn't waste any time and kissed him" Alex said putting his arm around Mateo's shoulder. "Stop, is not fair you pick on me like this" Mateo complained as Marty appeared. "Did you tongue him?" Marty asked and they all looked at Mateo waiting patiently. "Do you want food?" Mateo asked holding the bargaining chip and they all nodded. Alex followed Mateo upstairs then looked at Max speaking quietly "You have a crush on him!". Max shrugged and grinned "Yeah, quite a big one actually" he said looking at Alex who grinned. They held off until Mateo sat down to eat before they started on him again, he laughed and looked around the table at these four guys, a surreal and unassuming feeling that he finally belonged somewhere. Treated in a kind, welcoming and loving way that changed his life completely. Despite Alex and Max being his bosses he was treated as an equal in private. Something he had never really known or felt before with people, most assumed he was a member of a gang when they saw his tattoos. Yes he was more than capable to look after himself on the street, underneath he was just a hot bloodied Latino, funny and with such a charisma that the palace household had fallen in love and wanted to sit with him when he ate in the dining room. Even the palace chef had asked Mateo to teach him to cook some unusual Mexican dishes. He was certainly kept busy as Artem was not joking when he said the finances confused the hell out of him and he worked diligently getting them all to balance. To top it all off Jackson even had him helping out with balancing the entire palace household accounts, and during his weekly meeting with the king and queen they were suitably impressed that not only was it easier to read now there was some notes where to cut expenditure. The king shook his head "And this is all Mateo's work?" he asked Jackson. "All his, I had it double and triple checked. The guy is better than our accountants!" Jackson remarked. He nodded "And what is he doing for the prince work wise?" the king asked. "Butler and helping Artem with the prince's finances" Jackson replied, "Bit of everything really". The king looked at Jackson "Do you think we can prise him away from the prince?" he asked. Jackson chuckled "I doubt it, he is very devoted to the prince and Max". "Of course he is" the king replied knowing the circumstances of how he ended up at the palace. "I think it would be underhanded to prise him away from Alex and Max" the queen now added. "Indeed" the king agreed, "Good job Jackson. We will thank Mateo personally later" he said. Jackson stood and bowed "Your majesties" he said knowing the meeting was now over. "Oh and Jackson. Bump his pay up to keep him interested in the finance side" the king added. "Sovereign purse your majesty?" Jackson asked and the king nodded. As far a butler duties went Mateo was finding it too easy, since it was mostly drinks and afternoon tea on occasion and keeping the rooms clean and tidy. He spent most of the time head down in the books Jackson had given him on accounting. This morning though Alex was around and was going to hijack one of the tour groups inviting Mateo along so he could finally get a proper tour of the palace. Something that he had been wanting to do for weeks but only ever saw the same routes, today Alex was also going to take him a tour of the residencies after lunch. It was late March and he looked out of the window at the snow gently falling, each week there was less and less snow as some days were warmer than others, the next few days were set to be cold before warming up again. What the hell he thought to himself, he would have to get use to swinging weather like this. Still he couldn't believe he was living in a palace where no one looked down on him, it was a happy place to be and all the household staff he came across really loved their jobs. He was certainly lucky to be in this position now, the result was calming and he no longer had to fight for his existence. Mateo opened his wardrobe and took out a smart top, casual trousers and trainers. He realised there was so many clothes in there now, well more than he had ever had before and it was all Josh's doing. He walked in to the Regency suite and knocked on the lounge door before entering to find Alex coming out of his bedroom dressed and ready to tour the palace. Max was out on business with the dowager queen and as usual Alex was being needy having no engagements for the day. They spent two hours on the tour of the palace and Mateo stood with Liam on the side line watching how the tour party hung off Alex's every word then allowing them to have pictures with him at the end. They walked with the tour party to the front doors of the palace where there coach was now waiting, the footmen opened the doors and Mateo stood at the top of the steps as Alex went down with Liam to say goodbye and thank them. "Did you enjoy your tour?" came a voice from one of the guards. Mateo glanced left then smiled "Hello" he said, "You working for a change!" he cheekily added. Hannes smiled "Why do I never see you around?" he said quietly. Mateo grinned going tongue tied unable to speak "Have dinner with me tonight?" Hannes quietly asked. Mateo chuckled and nodded "Sure" he replied. "Meet you at 7pm in the household lounge" Hannes said trying not to move his mouth. The coach door closed and Alex turned looking up at Mateo and Hannes trying to have a discreet conversation. He tapped Liam on the shoulder and nodded up at the two trying to converse so discreetly that it was obvious to anyone who looked. Alex climbed the steps "Hannes" Alex said addressing him, "Are you flirting with my butler?". Hannes bowed "Your royal highness" he said trying not to smile and failing. Mateo leaned in "He ask me for dinner" he said in a hushed tone. Alex looked at Hannes "Make sure you take him somewhere nice!" he told Hannes. Hannes smiled and bowed "Yes your royal highness". "Right I think we are going for lunch now" Alex said to Mateo and Liam. They walked inside "Forgot to tell you we are lunching with the king and queen" Alex said casually. "Que?" Mateo asked looking shocked, "Why you no tell me this?" he said panicking slightly. Liam chuckled "That is his highnesses way of getting you to do things by not telling you" he said. Mateo had only briefly met them before and sitting there through lunch he couldn't quite believe this was happening, it became apparent that their majesties wanted to know all about him. After coffee was served the king dropped the bombshell by suggesting Mateo took on a more active role with managing the palace finances and complete a financial management course. He now looked around the table and saw a disconcerted look on the prince's face. They were all looking at him waiting for an answer. Mateo didn't know what to do and spoke slowly "I... I like the idea. But I am here for the prince". Alex smiled and looked relieved "Maybe I do both. I want to serve the prince though" Mateo added. The king raised his eyebrows "I see" he replied musing this over. "I upset you your majesty?" Mateo now asked looking worried. "Good heavens no. Your dedication to my son is very admirable and good to see" the king replied. "Two days a month to work with Jackson on the finances?" the king suggested. Mateo looked at Alex who nodded "You have a deal then" he replied and the king and queen laughed. The king gained a respect for Mateo and held his hand across the table "Shake on it then!" he said. After lunch Alex and Mateo did the tour of the rest of the palace that the visitors never got to see. Mateo was then lead through the household areas to Jackson's office who was waiting for them to arrive. Jackson observed protocol initially then Alex walked over and gave him a kiss and a hug, Alex still had a soft spot for the first man he ever slept with. Even now after all those months he still found himself staring so intently at Jackson, Mateo could see a kindred sexual interest in them both. Much to his surprise Mateo found himself being measured for his royal service tunic and tried on several white ones with silver laced piping and fastenings, it was very different from his butler uniform and made him feel really special that he was struggling to hide his emotions. It truly was a moment where he understood his place was now rooted with the royal family. They walked back out in to the palace residence passing the doors where the footmen stood guard, the sight still gave him a tingling in his spine at the whole formality of life here, yet it was one he had grown to love and respect. They stood by the grand semi circular staircase leading up to the residence wings. The portrait of the queen hung proudly above the oversized flower decoration, he looked out of the windows across the gardens of the palace and broke down in floods of grateful and happy tears. Alex took a moment to realise what was going on then quickly went over and hugged him. He may have been a street wise Mexican who was tough but inside he was an emotional wreck and allowed himself a few moments relieving his emotions. When they moved apart Mateo sat on the bottom stair staring out of the windows. Mateo sniffed "Sorry. It is strange being treated so nicely by everyone" he said wiping his eyes. Alex smiled and sat next to Mateo "I never had it hard growing up so I don't know" he said. Mateo looked at him "You helped me achieve this" he said softly. Alex took his hand "I hope you feel happy here with us" he replied lovingly. He nodded "I do and I owe it all to you your highness" Mateo said expressing his thanks. "I have told you, call me Alex in private" Alex told him sternly. Mateo chuckled "I know. You are royal though and I must never forget that". Alex laughed "It is only a title and birth right Mateo. I am simply Alex in reality" he said. "I read my protocol book!" Mateo exclaimed smiling. Alex smiled and patted him on the shoulder as they went upstairs "Enjoy your date tonight" he said. "Is a date?" Mateo asked looking at him with a vague look of concern, "I thought it was food". Alex laughed and left Mateo sat in the office with Artem who wanted to go through the engagements for next month with him and go over the finances quickly. By the the time the evening came around Mateo returned to his room and and got ready for his date, the one thing on his mind had him pacing up and down a few minutes before he went out to seek Tom in his rooms. Mateo knocked and Tom opened the door "Hello" Tom said smiling, "Where are you off to?" he asked. "Can I come in and talk?" Mateo replied and Tom nodded letting him enter. Tom closed the door and turned to look at him "You smell good as well" he remarked. Mateo smiled awkwardly "You know Hannes right?" he asked. "I do!" Tom replied grinning, "Why?" he asked pausing, "Has he asked you out on a date?". Mateo nodded nervously "How sweet. He is a nice person under that guard exterior" Tom informed him. "You not mind him take me out?" Mateo asked looking at him. "No. Why should I, he is not dating me?" Tom replied, "Anyway word is he fancies you". Mateo raised his eyebrows "He does?" he questioned. Tom walked over and kissed him on the cheek "He likes you Mateo so just relax and enjoy yourself" he said. Mateo chuckled "Thank you for understanding". Tom laughed and sent Mateo on his way for his date. Max returned as Mateo was coming out of Tom's room and he quickly said hello before going in to the suite. Tom followed Max to help him undress from his day out with the dowager queen and he looked tired. Tom bowed addressing Alex who was sat there waiting "Do you wish to dine here?" he asked. Max nodded taking his tie off and Tom went over to help "Pizza I think" Alex suggested. Tom looked at Alex and nodded "Yes your highness. Max lets get you comfortable" Tom said. Alex stood up "That's okay Tom you sort dinner out and I will help Max" he said walking over. "Very well your highness, sir" Tom replied bowing his head and leaving them. Max and Alex walked in to the dressing room "Is my grand mother wearing you out?" he asked. "No, it was just a very busy day. My god she has stamina!" Max replied letting Alex undress him. Max started taking Alex's clothes off as they looked at each other "What are you doing?" he asked giggling. "Come shower with me" Max said using his sexy voice then kissing him softly. Alex allowed himself to be guided to the bathroom and large shower, they looked in each others eyes whilst their hands roamed over each other. So soft and gentle they kissed for a few minutes, Alex reached to the faucet and turned the water on and as soon as it was warm enough they both moved under the cascading water. Their mouth constantly attached as they let the water run over their heads and bodies. Max moved first kissing his cheek then neck, slowly he turned Alex round then wrapped his arms around his prince continuing to kiss his neck. Alex moaned softly, his head dropping back on Max's shoulder allowing their lips to meet. Max slowly pulled his arse back then forward, doing so allowed his hard cock to slips between his soft cheeks. Gently he pushed tightening his arms to hold Alex close. Short gasps of pleasure escaped past his lips, he pulled his head closer and kissed him deeply, raising himself on his toes as Max pushed gently until he was fully inside his prince. Alex stared at him full of love, Max moving his hips moaned how much he loved Alex. He didn't need to say anything in return his eyes said it all. Their love was strong and his sex was getting stronger as the minutes went by. Alex raised his hands placing them against the marble wall of the shower enclosure. His moans becoming more frequent and Max adjusted his standing position and moved his arms lower holding Alex by the waist on his cock. Faster and faster his hips moved, there was nothing stopping him, no need to hold on and take it any slower. Max suddenly thrusted forward and held still moaning in the throws of his orgasm. Alex leant back and kissed him passionately. Max held on to Alex's cock massaging it gently then feeling his knees buckle slightly and his arse pushing back he brought his prince to orgasm. They both stood there locked together against each other. Alex running his fingers over Max's arse whilst he still held him on his cock, neither one of them wanted this to end but it was Max who eventually squeezed some shower gel out and started washing Alex's chest and cock, deliberately playing with it in the process. Released from providing his royal service Alex now washed Max facing him, they kissed for ages then finally rinsed themselves off and Alex noticed that Tom had walked in and holding two towels. He managed to glimpse a very intimate and tender moment between two lovers, there was a bond and connection that almost brought a tear to his eye standing there. Alex chuckled mid kiss and Max looked over his shoulder "You want to join?" Max asked. Tom smiled "No, it is lovely watching you two" he replied, "Your pizza's are here". Alex turned the water off and they took a towel each from Tom who smiled and walked out leaving them to dry off. Normally his duty would be to help dry them off but he sensed they were having a bit of alone time. Whilst Max dried Alex's back his mind was made up and he knew exactly where he wanted to be with Alex at the time, and he did lose that bet in LA. It was all a question of juggling diaries and workload now. Mateo sat down opposite Hannes in the lush surroundings of the restaurant, their table adorned with elegant place settings and crystal glasses that even he knew were expensive simply by the look of them. Gentle music played in the back ground whilst the candles flickered on the numerous tables. A quiet and very romantic place that was full of couples enjoying an evening out. The simple single orchid in the crystal vase looked stunning, so did Hannes he thought finally seeing him out of uniform and running gear. He was unable to take his eyes off him, watching as he removed his jacket and placing over the back of the chair and sitting down. Mateo just couldn't help feeling a little out of place and nervous noticing the looks they were getting from several tables. "Is very nice here" Mateo said clasping his hands under the table with nerves. Hannes smiled over at him "The prince made it clear I was take you somewhere nice". Mateo melted instantly at his smile "I cannot upset the prince on our first date" Hannes added. Mateo nodded slowly "You always do as he commands?" he asked. "Of course he is a prince" Hannes said quietly, "After all I want to take you out on many dates". "You do?" Mateo asked slightly taken back by his comment, yet loving it all the same. His nerves abating Mateo settled and over the course of their meal they both talked candidly about their lives. Mateo explaining how he managed to get in to America, blag his way in to a job then after six months he was made butler at the hotel where he came across the prince and Max. Hannes listened intently never once shifting his eyes, they remained fixed on Mateo and already he could feel there was something so special, alluring and sensual with him. He was certainly shocked raising an eyebrow when Mateo told him about the circumstances of how he ended up in service to the prince. When Mateo sat back nursing his glass of red wine and staring at Hannes he handed the conversation over. Hannes opened up about his life in Monrovia, growing up and attending military school where both prince's were in the years below him. He joked at never being allowed to mix with the royal prince's, that and they were shielded and kept watch over closely. He explained that when he joined the sovereign guard at 22 and entering royal service that he finally met the royal family, adding that he has never looked back and loved his position in the palace. Mateo put his glass down on the table "You are so lucky, knowing where you go in life" he said. Hannes smiled "You are lucky as well, here you are in service to the prince and half the palace". Mateo looked at him with confused expression "He is a good judge of character" Hannes explained. "There is one other thing I left out" Mateo spoke in a hushed tone, "I had sex with the valet". Hannes chuckled "Tom?" he questioned and Mateo nodded, "I too have had sex with him". The both burst out laughing comparing notes and Mateo sat there with his mouth open hearing about how he restrained Tom to the bed then vice versa. Then Mateo went on to tell Hannes about their night in LA when he found himself alone with Tom. Hannes finished his wine off "What about serious relationships?" he now asked. Mateo shrugged "Not really any. Most think I am comercio callejero áspero... Err. Rough trade you say". Hannes laughed "Really?" he asked, "I think you are incredibly sexy Mateo". "You?" Mateo asked finishing his wine off and feeling embarrassed by the compliment. "A couple of boyfriends but nothing you could call serious or relationship" Hannes replied honestly. Mateo nodded "And Tom. Is not your boyfriend?" he asked leaning forward. Hannes shook his head "No. Tom has his eye on someone else. Gareth the head groundsman" he replied. "Ah, sí. I see him last weekend" Mateo replied, "esta enamorado de el" he said musing his words. Hannes stared at him longingly "I love it when you slip in to Spanish like that" he said smiling. Mateo chuckled "I am sorry, when I drink I forget to speak to English" he replied. "When we date properly then I want you to teach me Spanish" Hannes informed him. Mateo smiled and nodded "I teach you" he replied knowing he was giving the okay for them to date. Hannes sat there with the cheesiest grin on his face then called the waiter over and paid, they stood and walked out together. Mateo felt the gentle breeze over his face, it still had a bit of nip on it, the evenings were certainly getting a little more warmer though and less snow was laying on the ground around the city. They walked slowly back to the palace talking, then through security past the sovereign row houses and to the palace household entrance. Hannes turned to Mateo and kissed him softly "Thank you for a lovely evening" he said. "Is over?" Mateo asked looking him in the eye with a worried look. Hannes nodded "Yes, it was our first date Mateo. I want to build a relationship with you". Mateo felt all warm and fuzzy inside hearing those words and nodded indicating he was open to the idea. Hannes smiled at him and held his hand before kissing him several times then bidding him good night they went their separate ways. Hannes looked back at the palace breathing a huge sigh of relief that the evening had gone well, despite his age he was pretty green in the eye to starting a whole serious dating thing. He just knew that jumping in to bed was not the answer and that had always proved disastrous previously, he wanted to do it properly with Mateo, slow and easy. He certainly felt this was the right guy for him and hoped Mateo felt the same.

I always felt a bit inexperienced, maybe that was why I rarely tried to hook up at all. I thought I'd mess it all up or not know what to do. I am only 18 but still, I wanted to not disappoint the expectations people were bound to have for a hot date. I was already on my third load while watching some hot porns, but today my libido would not settle down. I think I needed the real thing. I was online in a flash, but I had no idea what site was best but I settled for adam4adam. Being a rare sight online did have its perks, you got lightning fast responses and instant interest. A 42-year old muscled massage therapist hit me up (at least he claimed to be in the profile when I took a look.) He asked if I minded older men who liked submissive boys. I admit I never gave much thought to top, bottom, and the in-betweens but his question caused my dick to stiffen. Must be a sign. "Yeah, I'm down for that," I replied, pondering where we'd fuck. I couldn't do it at my parents house. Hopefully this guy could host and was close by. "Can't host, and I'm guessing you can't either." His next e-mail confirmed the worst case scenario. I thought it was all over, I told him sorry and maybe another time. "Hold on there boy, daddy isn't finished with you yet. Send me your address, I'm in your part of the neighborhood, get that hole ready and be outside in 10 minutes, and no matter where you're at, I'll be there." I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He seemed determined and excited to meet me. I was just a skinny gamer dork, though often people remarked I'm much more attractive than I seem to realize. I was considering this as I got ready and it seemed like a mere instant before I was outside and a sleek black mercedes with tinted windows was pulling up before me. I glanced around nervously incase I got it wrong, but the window lowered to show a grinning dark haired man with a handsome square jaw and traces of silver hair through his beard. The smiling blue eyes were enough to make ice melt, this was definitely the guy. "Hey boy, ready to please your daddy?" He questioned as he patted the passenger seat next to him. I went around and got in as shy as can be, I couldn't even answer him. I must've been blushing. "Mmm, don't worry boy, daddy is going to take care of you," a strong masculine hand reached over to massage my left shoulder tenderly. His fingers were like magic as he worked that hand across from my shoulder, to my neck, and then down the mid of my back. I completely relaxed, even when that same hand stuffed itself down into my shorts and his strong insistent fingers invaded my hole and pushed me forward a bit to give him easier access. "Ah...I didn't bring lube," I admitted suddenly, realizing I had some as his fingers worked at me roughly. "Don't you worry about that," the blue-eyed sex god whispered in a sensual voice, "I'm gonna take of that hole." That's when we stopped. I looked around not realizing that we were in the parking lot of a public park that was closed by this time of day. I looked at him questioningly. "You're going to service daddy right here and now boy, my cock needs to unload," and before I knew it I was face down in his jean covered crotch as he unbuckled and unzipped to reveal his cock which I couldn't remember the size of from the brief time I glanced at his profile. "Oh God..." I mumbled as I sucked gently on the stiff cock that was still hidden beneath his boxer-briefs. It looked massive. "That Cock is going to be your God boy as long as your servicing it with your holes," daddy told me in a matter of fact tone. I had a feeling this wasn't a man you said no to. His 9 1/2 inch circumcised dick was out and already dribbling long trails of pre-cum. His underwear had huge wet spots from the short drive over to the park. I couldn't believe I was doing this, I never took anything that huge before...and without lube? He couldn't really plan to put that in my ass? He coaxed my mouth over his thick head and used a hand to shove my head down so that I took nearly half his shaft before gagging and trying to resist. He continued to keep me in place, until I relaxed a bit and he could drive more of his cock into my throat and with his free hand he went to my hole and began to probe once more. My throat felt like it was a rubber band that had been stretched all out of shape. His cock was so thick I was sure he could probably see exactly how far down my throat it was. My eyes were watering and I could barely gasp enough air between his thrusts and deep throating to handle what he was doing to me. "Can't deep-throat daddies cock to make it cum boy?" An evil and greedy glint came to his eye, "Then your sweet cunt hole is going to pleasure this dick instead." I tried to apologize, to say I'd do better...but he placed his index finger firmly against my lips and just said, "Shhhhh." "Get on your knees in the backseat, look out the rear window and stay that way after you lower your shorts so I can see that ass," he ordered. I wordlessly complied, I wasn't sure what would happen if I tried to question the instructions. My hole felt so vulnerable in the air conditioned car when my shorts were pulled down. I heard him climb from upfront to position himself behind me, he grabbed my hands forcibly and put them in front of me, "You leave those there, you don't do anything. Daddy's in charge now." He shoved my legs apart with his knees and a firm hand pushed against the small of my back arching it slightly so that my butt poked out a bit further and my hole felt more open and exposed. "D-do you have a condom?" I asked nervously, I was almost surprised I even remembered to question him, I was so nervous about even handling it. "Yeah I have a condom," I heard and felt him spit right onto my hole and then another sound of him spitting, probably for his own cock. That monstrous piece of meat was pressed against my sphincter quickly and with both his hands on my hips he pushed me back onto it and down slowly. I squirmed uncomfortably, trying to ease back off it...it got so thick so fast I thought I'd rip open without lube. "Where you think that hole is going?" Daddy growled, he kept pulling me down but now he also rose to greet my hole too and his cock popped suddenly and forcibly into my hole. "AHHH!! OH GOD!" I cried out trying to get away now in earnest. My hole was on fire and I thought his cock felt like there was nothing on it. I tried to turn around to see but that's when a strong hand clamped on the back of my neck. "You look straight ahead fuck toy," he barked, "You are my property now, you don't act, you don't think. You just take this dick til I'm done with that boy pussy." I made a soft noise of protest, but I complied, relaxing somewhat. His cock slowly eased further into me, and the burning sensation subsided. "Good fucking bitch boy," he commended me. My reward was a sharp and deep thrust upward that plunged him fully into my unsuspecting hole. I swear, it was like a kidney moved out of the way in order to make room for that cock inside me. The hand that was on the back of my neck now moved to my throat as I cried out. He squeezed firmly and deliberately choking me into silence. I still tried to make another noise of protest and turn to face him...I quickly regretted that. The second hand came to join the other and both now choked me harder til I was submissive and he pulled back on my neck as he choked so that I arched my back more and opened more of my hole to his greedy cock that was eagerly pumping me. Things were starting to get hazy, I could feel my hole was really wet for some reason like it had been lubed up. Did he really pre-cum that much? Fuck. If that was pre-cum he was in me raw...but it didn't matter. I couldn't do anything with that death-grip controlling me like the reigns for a horse. I could see in the rearview mirror up front his firm hard body pumping me, and the ass that had a tan line from his days on the beach or maybe working outside. Maybe if my hole didn't feel like it was never going to be tight again I could have enjoyed the sight of him fucking my ass...this fucking Sex Beast of a man. His thrusts became jackhammer hard, I could breathe again as he let go of my neck and put one hand to my hip again to keep it firmly in the position he seemed to like the most, which was the one where my hole was tilted upwards a bit so the curve of his cock could hit this sweet spot inside my ass I had no idea was there... his other hand worked his fingers into my mouth forcing me to suck on them. I didn't realize doing that would make me open my hole more. "Now you're ready boy," he leaned in as he impaled me viciously and bit onto my neck. It was hot even as it hurt, but I saw why he did it. His cock swelled even more as he must've been getting close to coming, it was easily 10 inches at this point hit painful spots in my ass that seemed to feel extraordinarily good to him. His clamping down on my neck kept me from moving anywhere as much as it hurt and as much as I felt more and more like he was just using my ass because it was inexperienced and young to fuck. I wondered if I was really just a hole to him like he said earlier. He didn't care if I got off or enjoyed his cock...though I know on some level I was enjoying his cock. He just wanted to get off and I was the sap who let him inside. "Please," I begged, "Tell me you have a condom on." He began to grunt and lead into me hard, slamming my hole with such force I felt like it was a shockwave going through my entire body and numbing my boy hole completely. I moaned with the strangest sense of pleasure through all that pain and worry. He kept thrusting deep and purposefully, his cock kept moving to other places in my hole with each thrust spreading what I could feel was his load. I couldn't just be imagining it, there was so much and it was so warm. "Boy I told you," he said with the hint of a laugh in his tone, "I have a condom. It's you."

Got the sling room at Flex in Atlanta Thursday night. Took 8 anon loads blindfolded. 3 loads in the sling and 5 anon ass up face down with blindfold on the bed.

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Absolutely did!!! Used to live on the Gulf coast and made a trip to New Orleans a couple times a month for sex weekends. My intent the first time wasn't to get fucked raw, but got a lot of attention being "new meat" and soon found myself stealthed and cum running out of my ass. Used to live the dark arras of Club Orleans . Really have missed that place since it closed

look at you, ya piece of fucking trash kneeling there on the bed, head down because you know you aren't fucking worthy to even look at a real man like me. Arse up, presenting like a dog in heat, desperate to be mounted, fucked and bred like the worthless piece of fuckmeat we both know you are only an hour ago we were chatting online, you telling me how much you NEEDED my thick cock rammed up your shitter. that I told you I liked it rough but you wanted it anyway. you wanted it so bad that you let a fucking stranger come into your flat and find you exposed and ready to be fucked. and here you are now waiting for some signal that I'm actually the bloke you were chatting to. Hell you don't care ya whore. Could be any cock, doesn't matter as long as its a real man fucking you isn't that right whore?? **SMACK** my hand slaps you hard across the right arse cheek. you still don't look around to see who is in the room with ya **SMACK** you yelp as my hand spanks the left cheek but you don't object - you know fucking better. I'll beat the shit out of ya if you complain on the nightstand are the lube and condoms "for my use" as you put it in your chat. well fuck that - I don't use either - as you are about to find out. both hands come down on your cheeks hard and then roughly pull them apart giving me my first real view of your skanky shithole. Your tight little turd tunnel is so fucking excited to see me it actually winks at me like a cheap whore looking for business. 1 glob of spit right on your button and my cock slams balls deep up your arse. your scream is music to my sadistic ears. I slam my body down on top of you pinning you to the bed, preventing you from pulling away as you claw forward trying to get off my cock where do you think you're going???? get back on my cock!!! I slam in again, more beautiful screams and a delicious little *sob* Too big???? nah I think its the perfect size for my pleasure and that's what this is about MY pleasure, not yours you piece of fuckmeat. you're just a cock socket for me to shove my dick into however I want so you better take it and shut the fuck up you cant take it?????? But cuntface, you told me you COULD take it in our chat - no wait - actually you said you could take the dick that I sent you a pic of!!!!! Yeah sorry, that wasn't a pic of MY arse-ripping cock - just a random pic off the internet. Didn't want to scare ya!!! bet your pretty scared now though huh? Slamming in and out of your hole, fucking love your squeals and yelps as I angle my cock in different directions to make sure I bruise every inch of your pathetic insides Man I am loving the spasms in your arse ring - or what's left of it - as you desperately try to recover from my almost dry entry. Cant have that, you were made for suffering. a few punches causes your fuckhole to clench again making the sensations on my cock so much better. unfortunately its been 4 days since I last used an ass so this is gonna sadly be a quick one. I rape your hole harder, viciously as I get closer to my orgasm, trying to block out your crying - not because I don't want to hear them but because they will push me over the edge sooner finally with a bellow, I cum, shooting wads of spunk deep inside your torn up shitpipe, whitewashing your guts. I collapse on top of you as the last of my seed dribbles into your guts. eventually I get up and yank my cock out of your fuckhole, causing another little yelp from you. the tight little pucker that winked at me earlier now looks more like a black eye "don't move" I command and you obey like the pathetic little sub you are. I grab my now flaccid cock and start pissing over your ass, hole (which must have stung judging by your sobs and clenching) and the bed. Just wish my cock had been harder so I could have shoved it back in. I pull up my shorts and jeans and am out the door before you even realise I'm finished I get home and predictably there is a message from you. I open it expecting a big long rant or complaint about not using a condom or that I raped you or pissed over your skanky duvet but instead it was just one line... "Same time next week???"

A 19 year old in neighborhood graduated school Sunday .I asked him what he wanted for graduation I was thinking something for college etc I did know he was gay he replied he wanted to try to top bareback. He came over last night. When he undressed he had a thick 6 inch dick. long story short he fucked me 4 times I feel asleep He work me up with a nibble on my neck and his dick up my ass pumping in number 5

It Happened in the Bush by Hozzel May 2022 Dean Harmon just had to get away. He had developed a major hard-on for cute Ricky Delgado and could not get his sexually tormented mind off the young man. Dean first saw him on the morning commuter bus. Ricky got on two stops after Dean. Soon Ricky acknowledged Dean with a dimpled smile and even a wave. Later, Dean discovered Ricky went to the same gym. Form-fitting workout top and tight shorts showed off Ricky's short muscled body. Dean would chat to Ricky while they both worked on the weight machines. But when Dean saw Ricky emerge from the pool wearing only a brief budgie smuggler, that was it. Dean's cock began to let him know it wanted Ricky. It wanted him bad. For weeks now, Dean had watched and talked to hunky Ricky Delgado, had admired his oh-so-fuckable round ass, his truly lumpy biceps and broad chest, his brown eyes and cheeky laugh, and especially his delectable package. Things came to a head when Dean spied Ricky in the gym's shower. Ricky's penis seemed to be at half-mast. With strong will power, Dean kept his hands off Ricky, made no comment and only glanced. He did not want to mess up a possible friendship by making a big mistake. Dean's cock, however, had other ideas. He was having to relieve himself twice or more times a day of late, thinking of Ricky. Dean normally liked to bottom but with Ricky, he wanted to top. He wanted to sink his thick cock into Ricky's firm ass one way or another. Preferably more than one way! That was it, Dean thought. He needed to go somewhere and deal with his carnal feelings once and for all. Early Saturday morning he packed his camping gear and tent, dropped off at the shops for supplies and headed north. Two hours later he pulled into the parking area at Daveys Gully campgrounds. It was still mid-morning and the hiking trail beckoned. Dean changed into T-shirt and stubbies with socks and hiking boots then headed off. A couple of clicks along the trail headed up to the ridge. It wound through a forest then opened up to a flat grassy paddock. A mob of kangaroos momentarily stopped munching. Ears up, gray faces turned toward him. Three hopped off but the rest remained and went back to feeding. Dean crossed the paddock and the trail re-entered a gum-tree forest and up a small hill. His heart beat strongly and he perspired heavily. He still felt turned-on. He reached the top of the hill and stretched beneath the bright sun, inhaling the fresh warm country air. In the distance paddocks spread a glorious panorama of rolling brown hills, covered by squares of green and yellow crops or purple weeds or brown earth, edged by native shrubs and tress. Down and around the corner knoll babbled a small rarely visited creek. Over a decade ago Dean had sunned his naked body on the grassy bank. He would have to find that magic spot. As he headed over the crest Dean's mind wandered again. He pictured Ricky's nude body, all those toned muscles and that deliciously desirable cock almost standing to attention, ripe for his hands and eager mouth and ass. Oh yes! The more he imagined, the more excited Dean became. Feelings blossomed of fantasy lust. His hand drifted down and found an unexpected present. He had not even noticed he had become hard. I need relief, he thought. In his soaring imagination he lay his back while Ricky worshiped his cock. Then he was on top of Ricky's shorter inviting body, between his thighs, thrusting deep into Ricky's tight ass. They were moving, moaning, writhing together, their erotic feelings mounting. Oh, ah... That did it. Dean pulled his T-shirt off and tied it around his waist. Warmth prickled his naked skin. His hand slid past the elastic of his shorts and his fingers found the naughty culprit. It was a solid as any of the trees and it demanded attention. He pulled the shorts down and his cock sprang free. The warm spring air felt exhilarating. Slipping his fist, Dean continued along the path. He loved being hard and could never get enough of that. Down near the creek, next to a sandy boulder pile almost covered in blackberry vines, a grunting sound sharded his reverie. Dean stepped around the twisted vines. "Uh ... uh ..." Next to the stream, beneath large trees, on the small grassy patch Dean remembered, a hunky dark-skinned man lay naked. His knees flexed wide. Dean saw his fist furiously move up and down as he moaned and grunted. He lifted his hips, strained and viciously mauled his long erection. "'Uh! Ug! Fuck!" His arm stretched, accentuating his muscles and chest. Dappled sunlight glistened his sweat. Dean knew he was only seconds from cumming. Should he? Dare he? Dean stepped and a sudden twig snap caused the man to stop. He froze, arched his neck. Saw Dean. The gorgeous man did not bolt, did not say anything but held his cock and stared at Dean's solid erection. Then he looked up at Dean's eyes and smiled. Dean decided to take a massive risk. "Don't waste it." Dean quickly ran. Without a word, he removed his shorts, knelt and pushed the man's hand away. Dean grasped the base of a nice thick rod. As he lowered his head, the man raised himself onto his elbows, shook his blurry head. Dean began by slowly running his tongue along the man's length. Then Dean parted his lips and dove. The smooth head filled Dean's eager mouth. Dean heard, "Oh, fuck, just what I need!" Dean's head bobbed. He licked and sucked hard. He worked the man's shaft and balls. The man reached and tugged. Dean spun around on top until his dick hung over the man's face. Dean felt warm lips then teeth then strong sucking as the strange man tried to swallow. The man reached and pulled at Dean's hips before his hands kneaded Dean's cheeks. Like an expert, the man took the head of Dean's swollen cock into his throat. It did not take long before the man began to buck and moan around Dean's hard pole and push his cock deeper into Dean's mouth at the same time. Dean jerked and sucked hard. In moments, the cock pulsed. Sticky mangoo shot into Dean's surprised mouth. He swallowed quickly, trying desperately not to let a precious drop escape. When the stranger finished, Dean rose and rolled on his side. He ran a damp palm down the man's solid chest and stomach. "That was amazing," the man said, smiling. "Hey, let's not waste that stiffie!" He spread his legs in an obvious invitation. "We'll have to be quick. My friend is on his way here." Without hesitating, Dean scrambled on top. The man's legs came up around Dean's rear. Dean probed his rock-hard cock between the man's fleshy buttocks. Gazing down on the man's smiling face, Dean gently pushed until he felt his knob stop at the warm, tight entrance. "Is bareback okay?" "The only way to fly, mate. Go ahead and fuck me. I want to feel you jizz me raw!" Dean pushed. His cock popped in easily. He slid further. It felt as if the stranger may have been naturally lubed previously. The man just grinned as Dean pushed as deep as he could. The man's heels rose and pressed his bare heels against Dean's rump. "That's...wow...feels good. I like your size and your body feels great." They both panted heavily now. Dean started fucking. He felt the man clench as he pushed and pulled and thrust. In minutes they were sweating and laughing together, pushing and clutching against each other almost as if they fought for each others orgasm. Dean kept fucking until he felt his body tingle. With a wide-eyed shout, he tensed, pushed hard, and blasted several thick shots into the man. The stranger held Dean's forearms then pulled him down, wrapping his arms around Dean's back and holding firm while Dean spasmed in glory. The man moaned and said next to Dean's ear, "That was amazing. I really felt you blast. I loved how you squirmed and shouted, too." Dean raised himself up on straight arms, looked down, and laughed again. Amazingly, he was not wilting so he began to move again. "What's your name?" he said to the smiling man beneath him. "Jim Hawkins." Dean stopped moving. His mouth dropped open. It couldn't be. "I'm Dean Harmon." "Really?" Jim said. A smirk cross his face. "Do you know Ricky Delgado?" "I see him on the bus and at the gym. That's your friend? He's cute." "Cute?" Jim snickered. "Tell you what, he sure has the hots for you. Been talking about you for weeks now. And now I know why!" "Well, I didn't know how to approach him, and I wasn't sure if he was... And... Well..." "He's a hot little sex-crazed fucker." "I sure am!" Dean's head snapped up and right. Ricky stood only a few meters away. He was grinning widely and had already begun to strip. "You are," Jim announced, "and you know it!" Ricky said, "'I am so jealous you got to Dean first! I've been wanting him to make a move." Dean levered himself up and pulled out of Jim. His cock stood wet and solid, despite the embarrassment. "Look, I don't want any trouble here. I'm sorry Ricky, I didn't know." "I seduced him," Jim grinned. "You would! And what trouble?" Ricky said. Naked, he scrambled down on hands and knees onto the grass next to his muscular dark mate. "Wasn't I obvious enough at the gym? I'm a fucking bottom and I love to be fucked. Come on you two. Let's get it on! Dean, you can finally fuck me, and Jim, give me your dick. And then I get to be in the middle!" XXX A/N: This is a work of fiction. Everything has been made up. Love to know how this story affected you. Don't be shy and don't hold back. The Hoz.

Love crisco with some jlube powder mixed in. Best of both, the sickness of the jlube and the body of the crisco. Also love frozen crisco balls for deep fun. A couple of those worked up inside and allowed to melt while getting opened up helps lube deep

Another great little chapter. As @daddybear54 has already said, love is definitely in the air 👨‍❤️‍👨

Deep. Want it to stay inside me.

First time I went to Steamworks in Chicago, I gave about 20 blowjobs.

Heart of Chicago - I take every new boi or cumdump trainee there for 10 days. They can leave anytime but never do. When we get home they wanna move in - LOL. Other is Travel Lodge on Valencia SF

It's spring and love is in the air! So many heart-warming moments in this chapter, as everyone goes out of their way to make Mateo feel welcome and to fit him into life in the palace. And then ending up with Max and Alex having a beautiful and hot private moment and Hannes and Mateo going on a wonderful first date. This whole chapter totally pulled on my romantic heartstrings!

In the mid '70s I was a high school band nerd. I had hoped to be cool and play the French horn or a sexy saxophone, but I ended up with the tuba. 'Tubby the tuba' for this scrawny, sheltered nerd. I was so self conscious about my lanky adolescent body. I wasn't good at sports and hated being on the 'skins ' team. The change room after gym class was torturous. I was terrified getting naked that I'd throw a boner. Especially while in the shower with the gorgeous straight jocks. At least I just assumed they were all straight. I'd grown up quite sheltered and hadn't even heard about gayness or homosexuality until one of my gregarious female friends asked all the guys in band if they ever had gay fantasies. For me a light went on and a deep seated secret fear was confirmed. Not only was I different but I was something people only talked about in secret and with a level of disdain. The only good thing about playing the tuba were my fellow tuba players from the senior classes. Fran was smart, really smart, top of her class, and very friendly towards me. We both had dark curly hair and turned brown the moment we stepped in the sun. We joked about the beautiful babies we could make together. Although I knew I had no interest in her 'that way'. Yup, I was so nerdy I couldn't even say 'sexually', even in my brain. Nick was no where near as friendly. In fact he so intimidated me I don't think I spoke a single word to him for the two years we played and practiced side by side. I didn't think he even noticed me, but I lived for his arrival at practice. I can't even really describe his overall looks my attention was so obsessively drawn to his nipple. See he always wore a plain button down shirt and jeans. Compared to most other guys he always left one or two more buttons undone. From where I sat I could always see his left nipple peaking through the gap of his partially open shirt. Without even knowing what it was, I lusted after that beautiful nipple. I woke from wet dreams of sucking on it. I thought he was so sexy and I was deeply jealous of the girls that I assumed he 'did it' with. Fran, I and some other friends went to the drive-in one night. Nick and his girlfriend of the moment were in the row in front of us one car to the right. I found I couldn't concentrate on the movie and kept checking the activity in Nick's car. I could clearly see they were not watching the movie either as they kissed and made out. I grew increasingly more jealous and ashamed that I was so aroused. As intermission began Nick's door opened. I couldn't look away and was rewarded with a quick glimpse of both his nipples. His shirt was completely open and he was pulling up the fly on his jeans. I couldn't help but follow him to the concession stand. I stood behind him in line and could swear I could smell the sex he'd been engaged in. As he left with his order I got a close up look at his bare chest and 6 pack. I was afraid I'd blow my load then and there. I quickly ordered a drink for myself and rushed to the bathroom as I'd noticed he had headed in there. I was able to snag the urinal beside him and got my first glimpse of his big flaccid cock as he shook the last drops off before returning it into his jeans. I didn't know the term at the time but thought how exciting it must be for his girlfriend that he was commando. That night's wet dream consisted of me replacing his girlfriend in the act of filatio. I was a total virgin to any sex but the dream seemed so real that when I awoke I checked my mouth for the cum I dreamed he dumped in it. I was so disappointed that I scooped up some of my fresh cum and took my first ever taste. Instantly I knew I couldn't wait to experience the real thing and even quicker I knew I was too frightened to follow through on this desire. For the rest of that summer I went to the drive-in every Saturday night, even if I wasn't interested in the movie, even if I went alone. Every time I stalked out Nick's car, parked close enough to watch and tortured myself with the endless parade of different girls and women he would bring and make out with each week. The hot humid night he left his car for the concession stand only wearing sandals and short cut-off jeans I promised myself that I would at least say something when we inevitably stood side by side at the urinals. Even though it was all I could manage to keep from reaching over to his beautiful semi erect cock I broke my promise and never said a word. The next summer I actually got a job at the drive-in concession and learned that he usually brought a different female guest three to five nights per week. Even though he had become my sexual role model hero, I did nothing to act on it and left high school as a total and complete virgin. Despite my vivid wet dreams I hadn't even sucked a nipple, let alone a cock. I turned 18 in September of my 1st year of university. I returned home for high school convocation in mid October. The day before the ceremony I was at the school to practice with the band, they had invited graduates to join them for 'their big night'. Mr. Daniels, the vice principal and my former sex education teacher caught my eye and motioned me into his office as I was leaving rehearsal. As obsessed as I had been with Nick's nipple, I was equally obsessed with Mr. Daniels. He was a tall slim mid thirties classically handsome man that always wore chinos, sports jackets, checked shirts and ties loosened around his neck. Through the one or two open buttons at the neck I could see a tuft of thick black hair poking through. I would be totally distracted by this throughout class imagining how sexy his hairy chest would look with an open shirt. He was sitting on his desk and I quickly realized the office was being painted, there was no other furniture, a few tarps and a step ladder. He invited me to close the door so we could speak in private. As I moved to lean against the step ladder he removed his sports coat and tie asking me if I minded. I was sure I was blushing and assured him it was fine. "Sorry I don't have a chair for you, but I must confess you look great standing there. You're filling out nicely. " I was now on fire and knew he couldn't miss my blush. "The girls at uni must be all over you." Damn, I was starting to bone up. "Aw, um ... still a virgin sir. (Choke, cough) Fuck was that my outside voice?" "Yup! Not to worry son, your secret is safe with me..." he grinned " ... that is unless you want me to help you change that? " "Oh yeah, fuck me Mr. Daniels. ... Fuck, fuck, fuck! My outside voice again! Why don't I shut the fuck up?!" "No need" he laughed "How old are you?" "I turned 18 last month." "Great! And since you are no longer my student why don't we play a little game. Let's take turns asking each other to do something. Only one rule, don't ask for something you're not willing to do. Deal?" "Awe , I don't know." "Okay, let's start really simple. Why don't you open up your shirt and give me a better look at your developing torso and chest?" I know I was beat red and scared shitless but I couldn't pass up the chance to see how close my imagination had gotten in congering images of his open shirt. As I reached to start unbuttoning so did he and he matched me button for button. My mouth hung open as I gawked at the thick pelt of dark fur on his chest and treasure trail. "Your turn son." "Um. Anything?" "You know the rule. " "Can I kiss your nipples?" "You heard the rule. Can I kiss your's?" "Holy fuck, yeah!" He stepped toward me, bent and kissed both my now erect nipples followed by nibbling them and rolling his tongue around them. Then he stood puffed out his chest and said, "Your turn." I did my best to follow his example luxuriating in his chest hair tickling my lips and tongue. "Your turn sir." "Can I help you slip out of your pants, ease things for your boner?" We were instantly unbuckling each other's belts. There was some awkward dancing as we helped each other off with shoes before the trousers were tossed aside. His boner peaked out over the top of his tight white breafs. "Can I, um, tu ... tu ..touch it?" I stuttered. He guided my hand to his cock head as his other hand reached inside my underwear. His was so warm and hard. I couldn't believe Mr. Daniels was holding my erection. Precum started to ooze from mine. "Can I lap that up?" he whispered. "Fuck yeah!" I replied. He was instantly on his knees with the tip of his tongue at my leaking cock slit. I gave one gasp and began to cum on his handsome face. By my second contraction he had me buried deep in his throat and guzzled down everything I pumped out. He was licking his lips with delight as he pulled off . "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry ... I couldn't stop myself. " He simply stood and shared a very cum sloppy kiss with me. "New game young man. Answer the next five questions with a yes and I'll give you what you asked for ... I'll fuck you. You in?" "Yes!" "One down, four to go." "Yes!" "I didn't ask a question. " "Sorry. " "Do you promise to tell noone what happens in this office?" "Yes" "Do you want to suck my cock?" I was instantly on my knees with his eight inch cock stretching my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head just as he had mine. "I'll take that as yes number three." "Mmmmmmm " I affirmed with my mouthful. "Will you tounge fuck my hairy ass?" I didn't have a clue how to do this but pulled off his cock turned him around and dove into his ass hole with my tounge ass he held his cheeks open. "Nice! That was yes four. One more to go. " I wanted to say yes but my mouth was busy. "Do you want Nick to fuck you?" "Holy shit, was I that obvious?" "From the first day you saw him. Was that your fifth yes? "Oh fuck yeah, absofuckinlutely! YES!" He moved me to and bent me over the desk proceeding to eat out my hole as his hand messaged my still stiff cock. After five minutes of this I begged him, "Fuck me already!" He stood and teased my virgin tight hole with his raw cock head. It was all I could do to keep from pushing back on it but he'd been my sex ed teacher and had always emphasized the importance of condoms. 'You boys don't want to knock a girl up, and you never know what STDs she might have'. There had been no talk of gay sex but my nerdy brain quickly made the transition. "You got one son?" "Fuck no, I never dreamed this could happen. " "There are some in the top drawer. Grab one if you want. " I handed him an unopened package. As he took it he continued to tease my vulnerable hole with his raw cock head and as it penetrated asked if I was sure. "Ugh, fuck, that hurts man, pull it out." "Whatever you want son, but I promise it will feel better if you just give it a moment. Breath deep. " As I took a few deep breaths he pushed halfway in. "Nice kid, one more deep breath now. " As I took it I felt my ass completely relax and his full length slide in. Or did my ass suck his entire raw cock in? It felt magical. Then reality hit; "Fuck man, the condom, you need to put the condom on." "You sure? most gay guys are going to want your ass raw, skin to skin ." "Honestly I'm not sure .You feel so fuckin good in there. But no. You taught me 'wrap it up'. "Okay, whatever you want. " When he pulled out I felt so empty. I just wanted his cock back. He suited up, grabbed lube from his desk and started back into me. This time it really did burn but I encouraged him to fuck me. After a short time it was clear he'd gone soft and his cock fell out. "Damn things! I can never stay hard in them. Sorry kid, looks like we're done for today." "No fucking way Mr. Daniels. The rules are you gotta be willing to do what you asked for. My turn to enter your ass without a condom. " "Hey, you want to fuck me? Go for it." We had soon switched places and I was pushing my naked cock in his hairy hole. He groaned with pleasure as I bottomed out and encouraged 'now pound my ass young man. " With my inexperience it was not long 'til I felt I'd loose control. He must have noticed my erratic breathing. "Remember don't ask for what you're not willing to give. You breed my ass and you know what you're gonna get next. " I couldn't stop myself I was pumping him full of my swimmer's. I collapsed on his back and could hear and feel him purring like a kitten. When I got up and pulled out he moved me onto my back on the desk, ass over the edge, my legs spread and lifted on his broad shoulders. He lined up his raw cock. "What do you say young man? I won't force you. Do you need me to suite up." "Fuck, yeah, I do. ... Acept I knew the rule. Besides you felt better naked and I really want to feel your load in my guts. Breed me Mr. Daniels. Finish taking my virginity!" For the next 3/4 of an hour he raw fucked me in every position I could imagine. When I was leaning against the ladder he fucked me so forcefully he pushed it and me across the room. I was on my back on the floor, legs in the air taking it missionary when he asked with ragged breath, "You ready? I could pull out if you want? "No fucking way man! Don't pull out, cum in my virgin ass. " I had never felt so powerful in my life as he convulsed deep inside me. When we regained our breath he spoke. "Fuck man. I've wanted to do you ever since I laid eyes on you in my first class. Thanks. And please be sure to pay me a visit whenever you come home." I most certainly took him up on that invitation. Even though I used condoms with most future guys, he and I never discussed them again. Since I went home to work summers I knew I had a constant and reliable source of giz to feed my hungry ass. -----‐‐‐-------- ------------ ------------ ----------- Stay tuned. I have more planned for this 'Nipple Series.' As you can see I like games and the other stories might turn up in this or other forums on this site. Will Nick ever fuck me?

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/sling-fun-nipple-suck-rim-bb-by-balding-hairy-mature-dads-14220290 love a sling!

Same for me. When I am fucking that loaded bottom or being that bottom that collected all those load. Sloppy, used, and filled are the way holes should be.

Absolutely fucking perfect! I cannot wait for the next chapter. OINK boys!! OINK!

I can tell, and I love it. Some tops seem to get jealous, but I'd just be proud of my bottom. Sharing is caring! It's more fun and, paradoxically, it can strengthen a relationship. The expectation of exclusive access to a bottom's hole gives way to, "Hmmm, I want you to get bred by other guys because fucking your sloppy hole feels even better for me."

It would require a discussion with your doctor (or other professional licensed in your state to prescribe medications, perhaps a nurse practitioner or physician's assistant). Discussion is especially important because this would be an "off-label" use. If your medical provider is aware of gay (and trans) sexual behavior, is humble enough to seek new information, perhaps by contacting one of the DoxyPEP principal investigators, and is flexible, you might be able to move to a conversation about whether this approach is right for you. If you receive a flat-out refusal, see if you can find a doctor who has experience serving GLBT patients, or go to a community clinic with that focus. Here is the "provider letter" being given to study participants, for us to pass on to our regular doctors. My doctor was happy to prescribe doxycycline. I'd love to hear, via this thread, from other people who have asked for and/or received doxycycline for STI PEP. The evidence of efficacy from the DoxyPEP study was so strong that the experiment ended early, and participants not assigned to receive doxycycline will have the option. Separately, because doxycycline has been available for so many decades and is so widely used, there is plenty of evidence about its safety, side effects, and risks. There is also lots of evidence about the risks of antibiotics generally. (The DoxyPEP researchers are continuing to monitor study participants, to look for any antibiotic resistance patterns.) A recommendation to use doxycycline for STI PEP would take a long time and a label change, even longer — if either outcome ever happens. This doesn't mean access should be or will be impossible. For example, intermittent or "2-1-1" Truvada for HIV PrEP is supported by research and has been added to the CDC PrEP guidelines, even though the product hasn't been relabeled. When Truvada for PrEP is prescribed with less than daily dosing, that's an evidence-based but nevertheless off-label use. Good luck!

I love fucking my boyfriend and discovering he’s already got another man’s load in him. It’s so good mentally and physically.

I miss the old days also! I miss them most of the time. I do love the internet though! 🙂

Over a year ago I posted here about how hard it is t get castrated in USA. Since then I found a doctor here in my city that does these type operations. I have an appointment with him in July and i have obtained from psych doctors two letters approving me to have this surgery. So sometime (depending on doctors schedule)after July 5th I will at the least be castrated and hopefully my sack as well removed. Cock I will discuss with doctor as this is a more complicated surgery.

l would love to remove your cock and balls myself, then make you eat them, or feed them to a hungry dog.

Matt reached under MJ's wifebeater to stroke his hairy chest, grabbing NJ's hand so he could do the same. "While we were picking up dinner daddy Ty and I had a talk. Our first fuck should be the one to infect you, so a few broken blood vessels will make fertile ground for my seed. You and I both know that it'll be ay more intimate and loving than an ordinary fuck, likely the same level of intimacy as with daddy Ty, just different because you're the man I created!" Next door, Ty led TH upstairs to his son's bathroom. Picking up TJ's toothbrush, he asked, "Do you know what we'll be doing with this?" "I've read about hole brushing as part of the pozzing process, and using my own toothbrush to do it will add to the intimacy." TJ replied. "Dad, you're so good to me. Just think, tonight you'll become my lover, fucking me poz with the cock that created me." As Ty and TJ returned, Matt said, "Now that we're all here, I think we need to give you young men a total cleanout. My bathroom has a huge shower and 2 separate hoses. It's also a his and his with 2 toilets. Let's take off what little we're wearing and leave it here. We won't be leaving our bed except to eat and use the bathroom." Naked, the 4 of them practically ran up the stairs, with MJ taking a brief detour to get his toothbrush, setting it down next to TJ's on the nightstand. In the shower, the 2 young men stood under the shower heads. Both valves were set for the hose. "Hands against the wall. Ty, insert the hose into TJ's butt while I do the same with MJ." They did just that. "Water on!" Less tan a minute later, they slid the hoses out. "Now, into the bedroom until you're ready to expel." MJ and TJ emptied their bowels and after a second round of the hose, everything was clear. To be continued

Name: Ricardo Telephone number: +447789895864 Age: 50 (look more like 42) Hight: 182cm Weight: 70kg Location.: UK, can host in Worthing (south coast) or travel as far as London, Portsmouth, Brighton, Eastbourne. Available 5 days out of 7 and most evenings. Experienced neg BB bottom with an ass that can take large sized cocks and always ready that craves to be filled with cum, poz loads . Being a Blindfolded anon cumdump and / or whored out for serving any tops craving to fuck and breed. Other sleezy is enjoyed.

I don't think you are required to or tell how a hook up just how much sex you have. If you sign on to any of the regular hook up sites, and you see the same guys who are in their 20s, 30s or 40s, you can bet they are getting laid. This is my feeling on the subject, if I wasn't getting laid on a particular site, I would go elsewhere. I use two in particular, and have done so for years. Because I live in a bit of a tourist area, there are always guys coming into town to fuck with. I don't have issues finding new guys. Do I mention to new people who I have hooked up with? No! I can tell you that if it is a group scenario there are times when a particular individual's screen name comes up, and I usually shut up. It's interesting to see everyone's "spin" on that particular guy. Here are a few exceptions to my rule about keeping my mouth shut. A. If they stole from my home, or from my backpack. If someone steals from me, and I in fact know they did, I will mention it to other people because I don't want that to happen to them. B. If they have an STD (like syphilis) and didn't bother to tell me, I will tell others. This happened to me where I went to a tricks house, and this was someone I had played with in the past. The lights were so dim, it was almost dark. When I got a view of him in the light, he was covered with blotches. He knew he was sick, and didn't bother to tell anyone. If someone can't show personal restraint and fails to notify his partners he is ill, I think that is terrible. I know some guys are not aware they are affected, but if they are all they need to do is go to the public health clinic or personal doctor, not spread it around. I

My first time to a bathhouse was probably unique and not usual. I'd been curious about Club Dallas, the bathhouse in town, but was too scared to go as I didn't know what to expect or what it would be like. I'd been to Adult Book Stores by this point and had hooked up with guys at the non-gay spa I go to. I'd turned 18 and knew I could get into Club Dallas but was worried it would be mostly older guys and was worried about what might happen to me there. I'd been chatting with a guy named Eric who went to SMU and we both really wanted to hook up but neither of us could host and he was creeped out about doing it in my truck or in a public place. He suggested Club Dallas and admitted he had been before. I admitted I was curious but had never been. I was also kinda turned on that he admitted he'd been there before so I knew he was probably as slutty as I am. He explained what Club Dallas was like, what went on there, and offered to meet up with me first to get to know each other and then go there to fuck. He was pretty hot and wanted to bareback, so I agreed and met up with him beforehand. We met up and chatted a bit and went to the club and he showed me around it. We also got a room; not that you have to but it does give you some privacy to fuck. We went at it until we both were spent and he said he wanted to find other guys to get with and asked if I was good. I said I was and that I was going to find other guys to get with too. He said I could use the room so long as I was cool with him using it at the same time too. I said I was and went out to find another guy. I wasn't looking long and found a guy to hook up. As I headed back to the room I saw Eric chatting with a good looking redheaded guy in his 20s that had a huge cock. I smiled at Eric as I passed and went back to the room so the guy I picked up could pound me. And pound me he did, pumping two loads in me. Eric brought the redhead back with him as I was getting fucked and soon enough I could hear him begging for the redhead's cock and cum. When the guy fucking me finished he headed out and I went to go shower and get in the hot tub. There were a few guys in the hot tub including a guy in his 20s with a huge cock that let me stroke it. He was average looking with a fair amount of ink and after jerking him for a while he said I should take care of him. I told him I had a room and we went back there and he drilled the hell out of my ass, pumping two of his loads inside me and letting me pump one inside him. He fucked me so hard though I was kind of done. After he left I looked around for Eric but couldn't find him, so I presumed he was in another room getting fucked. I showered again, dressed, and left. In a sense Club Dallas was more fun than an ABS as it had a pool, hot tub, and was more like a spa, but most of the guys there weren't as young as I typically run into at the ABS, at the gym, or on the trail near my house, or for that matter at the non-gay spa I go to. I did keep in touch with Eric and we'd meet up at Club Dallas to fuck and I was kind of in awe that a guy as young and hot as him was so open about hooking up at bathhouses, but I guess it was safer and easier than the bathrooms on campus. I guess we all have our kinks when you get down to it. I've been a few times on my own, but kind of prefer to cruise the gym or take my chances at the non-gay spas.

It was August 26th, 1977, the night of my 18th birthday. After a 3 month fling with my 1st man, including a few 3ways with his neighbor, he told me it was time to try my wings and the baths would be the perfect place. He prepared me, telling me what goes on , what to expect and gave me the confidence I needed to handle myself. Checking in, I got a room, stripped and as soon as I opened the door, a sexy, hot black man approached me. Reaching beneath his towel, I felt his cock and knew I wanted him to fuck me. On my back, my legs were around his waist and we kissed as he longdicked me. Before leaving my room, he said he hoped to see me later so I could fuck him. I was like a kid in a candy store, sucking/getting sucked fucking/getting fucked and mu SLUT gene activated kicking into overdrive. The black man did return and having been fucked twice, he took me without lube. Given the proliferation of apps, the baths aren't what they used to be. I miss the bad old days.

Pozzed Cheerleader 7 I walked or rather I slogged my way over to the Fieldhouse where the cheer squad practices. The men and women each have their own locker rooms. When I got there the room felt different, like they all had been talking about me and they hushed when I entered the room. Jamie had his locker near mine and Mark was a few away from me. We made small talk and soon the locker room was back into the swing of things. I turned my back on everyone to slip my jock on to hide my plug. I was wondering how my shorts were going to hide that thing. I just put it out of my mind. I scanned the room sizing up all the guys on the team. There were 8 of us. I knew Mark was bi, Jamie was gay and in the same situation as me. Michael was more than likely gay, but came off as a condom nazi. Jim was straight and dating the head cheerleader. Andy was an unknown, but he did hang with Jamie a lot and so did Jalen and Ty (the two black guys on the team). So, converting this team I may have my work cut out for me. WE tossed and tumbled our way through 2.5 hours of grueling practice. I mean tossing 120lb bitches in the air can be exhausting. I decided to hang back in the locker room as I did not want to get in the shower with everyone with the plug still in my ass. So I killed as much time as I could. I had 3 fresh loads from the bathroom this morning and I knew Mark, Jamie and Jalen were taking their sweet-ass time in the shower as well. I waited till I could not wait any longer. Most of the guys were gone, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and scooted into the shower. Jamie snickered, “I heard you spent some time in the Union hall bath this morning, that was my duty till you came along, it was supposed to go to Mark”. I must have looked shocked at hearing Mark was supposed to have that duty. I wondered what they had him doing. I would find out soon enough. I heard a slight moan through the steam of the shower and made my way towards the sound. It was Mark bent over with Jalen slamming his huge black cock in and out of his ass. Jamie assured me he was a recent convert and would be going up to see George and the crew in a couple of weeks for a full conversion. For now though, he is just using our cunts whenever the urge strikes him. I hoped the urge would strike me soon I thought. I asked Jamie who else was converting over. He assured me the whole team at some point they just don’t know it yet including the girl (that is a story for another time) . I wondered where did I come in with all this. Funny, you should ask that Jamie said and at the time Ty strolled into the shower. “I heard you give good head” Ty quizzed me. My answer was to pull him to me under the shower stream and fall to my knees and swallow his massive dark cock. I really took a liking to black cock the last few days. I could see out of the corner of my eye Jamie move over behind Jalen and begin to eat his ass. Poor bastard was being set up for being fucked and he did not even know. I heard Jalen moan, “tongue my ass deeper, you white cunt.” I thought I would take some initiative and let my fingers do the walking with Ty and would let them roam his backside. He pulled his cock out and smacked me hard against the face and said, “no touching my ass you white faggot cocksucker. I am not faggot like you mother fuckers!’ Oh, he was going to be a challenge. I went back to blowing him and giving him the best head he ever had in his life and I knew some of the girls that have blown him including my ex. Jamie was really working over Jalen to the point he was bent over sucking Mark while Jamie had two fingers in his pussy. I was amazed. Ty looked down at me and said, “looks like you faggots turned another one. I never thought they would get Mark, but you I knew it was a matter of time before they turned your faggot ass,” His words stung for a moment, but as far as he knew they just made us “gay”. He knew nothing about the pozzing. Jalen told Jamie that was enough. He wanted two cocksuckers on his massive tool. They did not have to be told twice. I was working on Ty's massive cock and tonguing his taint. His cock was impressive when it was fully hard. He was fully aroused when he told me to get up, bent over and present my used cunt to him. I did as I was told. Ty spit on my hole and guided his black cock into my pozzed hole. I let out a moan when I felt his wiry pubes against my ass. He did not wait for me to get accustomed to his big tool before he started fucking my hole. He used me like he owned me like Jalen was using Mark and Jamie. They sucked his massive cock until he ordered Mark to assume the same position that I was in. Jamie got behind Jalen once again and used his marvelous mouth on his ass. Ty was holding onto my hips as he pounded my ass as hard as I had been in my short time as a bottom slut. “I am going to breed your ass” he breathed hard. “I am going to make you three sluts a weekly cock stop!” With that I felt his cock expand and explode into my cunt. I lost count of the amount of loads I had in my ass that day or even swallowed. Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum in Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. More to Cum Joey

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

The Risk of Sharing Sarah Sarah and I had been married for four years before we started going down a path that we couldn’t come back from. We started dating in high school and were each other’s only sexual partner until we married shortly after finishing college. We both came from conservative backgrounds. Needless to say, we didn’t have a whole lot of experimentation or experience other than what we’d learned in ‘family planning’ units in health class and what we learned experimenting together. We had fooled around before getting married, but hadn’t gone ‘all the way’ until our wedding night. Looking back, I still think she’s the hottest woman in the world. I didn’t know she could ever be as filthy as she evolved to be. I also didn’t know that going down this path with her could have been such a turn on. Let me tell you how we got there. In college, I loved eating Sarah’s pussy, and we didn’t fuck until we were married. She was so tight. I loved opening her up with a finger or two and lapping at her fleshy pink lips. She got super wet and would rock back and forth so I could tongue fuck her. I always got her off with my tongue and fingers and she’d reciprocate by giving me great head. I’ve got a solid six inches, pretty thick from base to tip and a cut mushroom head. After a few tries, she was able to get my cock all the way down her throat so she could suck me and tickle my balls with her tongue. That kind of sex got us through college and the whole wedding planning process. We had a serious talk about our plan for birth control and condoms after getting married. She wanted to really feel me our first time, so we basically planned the wedding so our honeymoon would be in her safe time. On our wedding night, she rode me bareback no less than three times, and she let me cum inside her each time. After that, we’d have fantastic oral sex for her risky week and she’d let me go raw the other week, but always made me pull out just in case. The only time I wasn’t fucking her bareback was when it was her time of the month. Basically, that worked for four years with no scares and no need for her to go on birth control or for me to use condoms. Then, of course, the inevitable happened. She felt so good on my cock that I didn’t pull out in time. I thought she’d be furious with me, but instead, she loved it. She said that the risk really turned her on. So, we explored that for a few months. Risk can be such a turn on. Now, Sarah begged me to cum inside her three weeks out of the month, whether she was ovulating or now. I made sure to keep a supply of condoms on hand in case she ever wanted me to wear one, but whenever I tried to use protection, she egged me on to enjoy the thrill of the risk. She was getting more and more into the idea of risky sex. She told me that cum really turned her on, especially on or in her pussy. I had to admit that the sight of her freshly filled pussy really turned me on. I asked her if she wanted to go on birth control, and she did think about it, but decided it would kill the idea of risky sex for her, so we were now really playing cum roulette. One time, she begged me to ‘fill her up’ when it really wasn’t safe, and I have to admit it turned me on to know that I could be knocking her up. That turned us both on so much that I stayed hard, and fucked her again. I looked down to see my cummy cock slipping in and out of her, and it made me shoot inside again. That was the first time she took two loads. About this time, Sarah became closer to Kate, a mutual friend from college. Kate had been what we called a ‘fast girl’ and she had lots of boyfriends. I came home from work once a bit late, and they’d had a few glasses of wine together. As I entered the front door, I overheard Kate telling her something about ‘how good it felt, taking their cum. And even better having him eat it out of you!’ I even heard the unmistakable sound of a sopping wet pussy being fingered. Sarah was masturbating while Kate was telling her some naughty story. I listened to Sarah orgasm and catch her breath before loudly opening the door and announcing, ‘honey, I’m home!’ She met me at the door flustered and blushing. Kate winked at me and made her way out. Once she was gone, Sarah pounced on me and tore my clothes off. We made love, well, fucked really, right there on the living room floor. She begged me to ‘fill her up,’ and I knew it wasn’t a safe time. I asked if she was sure, and she just begged me. I shot a big load deep in her pussy and she came on my dick. I went soft and slipped out. She leaned back on her shoulders and spread her legs, showing me her cummy pussy. I’d never really examined up close what her tight little cunt looked like freshly fucked, puffy. Her lips were puffy and red, and my cum spattered all along her slit, slowly oozing out. She reached for my face, and I leaned in think she wanted me to kiss her, and instead, she guided my head down to her crotch. She pushed my face right into the cummy mess we’d made. I couldn’t pull back, so I just went with it. I lapped at her pussy and knew I was eating my own sperm as it oozed out of her slit. She moaned and cooed, ‘yeah, make sure you get it all. It’s not my safe time.’ And her body was wracked by an orgasm. I’d gotten her off on my tongue before we were married, and I wish I could say that my tongue got her off this time too. Her telling me to clean her out because she was ovulating was what made her cum. I honestly didn’t mind the taste or the texture. It kind of turned me on to know that my tongue might be all that stood between her egg and my cum meeting inside her. After that time, she nearly always wanted me to eat her out after filling her up. I never denied her what she wanted. I knew she and Kate talked about it and Kate even made one joke once asking if I was ‘developing any new tastes lately.’ I just grinned, certain they told each other everything. Sarah said, ‘soon, when I’m ready..’ and Kate just winked. One night after dinner and a bottle of wine, Sarah cuddled next to me on the sofa. She told me that she was really turned on by the risky sex we’d been having but wanted a little something more. I asked her what she had in mind, turned on by this sexy side of her coming out. She confessed that she fantasized about letting another man fuck her, maybe even letting him cum inside her one day. I was taken aback but told her that I’d naturally support her in whatever she wanted. She was overjoyed and we started to lay out a process to get another man’s cock, and possibly cum inside her unprotected pussy. I never felt offended, but unsure how to proceed. Sarah was mortified that someone other than me and Kate would discover her kinky risk fetish, so she enlisted Kate’s help. It turned out that Kate was really into risky sex too but had a lot more experience than me or Sarah. Kate was going to find a guy, a stranger to us, to fuck my wife. I suggested that we use some sort of protection with this guy. I mean, it was risky enough having your wife fucked by a stranger, so we agreed to use condoms this time. Sarah would get a new dick in her and see if she liked it, and I’d see if I could handle it. We agreed that if this didn’t go well, we’d wait for one year to sit and think about our risky marital monogamous sex. Kate made the plans, and one night after work in her safe time, as planned, a tall slim guy rang our doorbell. We’d never done anything like this before, so it was, honestly, awkward. He politely introduced himself as Bill and we had a glass of wine together. We repeated our terms and talked about how it would go. They’d kiss while I ate Sarah’s pussy and got her ready for Bill to fuck, safely. I was relieved that they both followed the plan. When I’d gotten Sarah wet and opened up, Bill pulled down his pants and hefted out a long skinny dick. I bet it was seven inches long. He rolled a condom on and it went about two-thirds of the way down his shaft. I realized then that this would not only be the only cock other than mine inside her, it would also be the first time she’d ever been fucked with a condom. I jerked off while Bill mounted her and slid inside. Sarah immediately came on his dick. He was about an inch longer than me and I knew he was hitting spots she’d never felt before. He pounded her cunt and talked dirty to her asking her if she liked him plowing her married pussy. He asked me if I wanted to fuck her after he’d stretched her out and opened her up. I nodded that indeed I did! He laid down on his back and had Sarah slide down on his pole to ride him. She grimaced as she sank down, complaining that the friction didn’t feel good to her. She asked if I’d help her out, and reached out to my face. Once again, she drew my face to her pussy, only now, it was full of another man’s rubbered cock. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the spot where his dick penetrated her. He went so deeply that the entire condom was swallowed by her pussy. When he was deepest inside Sarah, it looked like he was fucking her raw. In that moment, I couldn’t help but think that I could never have imagined Sarah wanting an experience like this. And I knew we’d both be ok with doing something like this again. When Bill was close, he dutifully pulled out. Sarah hovered on her haunches as he blasted his load all over her pussy lips. I was grateful that none got in her. Bill got dressed and respectfully gave her a peck on the cheek. I was still crouched between her legs savoring the sight of her freshly fucked pussy spattered with a stranger’s seed. It was the first time she’d brought another man to orgasm, and his load was perilously close to her vagina. She told me she had a great time and wanted me to fuck her bareback and fill her up. I put my dick right inside her and pounded her until I shot my load deep into her cervix. When I pulled out, I realized that I must have fucked some of Bill’s semen inside her and I told her as much. She grinned and simply suggested, ‘then you’d better make sure you get it all out…’ I dove into her pussy and lapped all of the cum that poured forth, knowing that I was likely eating another man’s seed. The taste didn’t offend me, and I knew she liked it too. Sarah asked me to snap a few photos of her freshly fucked pussy and I was happy to record the sight. I was a little unnerved when she immediately texted them to Kate, who I’m sure passed them on to Bill. Not only had another man fucked my wife, he now had naked photos of her. I asked Sarah if she wanted to see Bill again and she thought about it, but decided instead that it would turn her on to have Kate find her a new guy. Kate arranged it. Sarah’s next partner was supposed to come over a month to the day from when we’d had fun with Bill, but his schedule changed, and he would up coming over a week later. This was a slightly less safe time than with Bill, but this guy would agree to wear a rubber too. Andy showed up right on time. We’d done this once before, so Sarah and I were a bit less nervous. Andy was middle-aged, a bit older than us, but he clearly went to the gym regularly and worked out. He was shorter than me but had a toned body that I knew would look hot fucking my wife. I was startled to realize that I’d never though anything like that before. As with Bill, I ate Sarah’s pussy while they made out. Then he got undressed and pulled out his thick cock. It was a little longer than mine, but much thicker. I knew Andy would stretch her out and it would feel amazing fucking her afterwards with her cunt opened up and loose. Andy put on a condom and slid into her pussy in one long slow thrust. She raised her hips to meet his cock. When he was fully inside her, his thick cock stretched her pussy lips wider than they’d ever been stretched. She groaned from his size and winced from the friction. Sarah asked me to lay down and she got on top of me in a 69-position, with my cock in her mouth, and I lapped at her puffy pussy as Andy slid back in. I didn’t mind his sheathed cock sliding back and forth over my tongue as I lubricated their sex. He talked dirty to her and told her that he could feel her pussy loosening up. He joked that I shouldn’t worry and she’d tighten up in a few days. Sarah reached back and spread her lips wide. Andy, the second stranger to have his dick inside my wife, pounded into her. He tore off the condom and sprayed his load right into her unprotected opened-up pussy. She immediately lowered her creampie right down onto my face. I eagerly lapped at her cunt as she deep-throated my dick. I wanted her to pull off so I could fuck her too, but she kept up her pace and I shot my load deep in her throat, my face covered in Andy’s cum. By the time we caught our breath, Andy had dressed and gone. Sarah asked me to get her a glass of wine, and when I returned, she was fingering herself taking selfies of her cummy open pussy and sent them right off to Kate. She asked me if I’d had fun and I had to admit that I did, but I was a little sad I hadn’t cum inside her. She spread her pussy and beckoned me to her. My dick slid right into her. I knew I hadn’t gotten all of Andy’s sperm off of/out of her, and I knew my dick was likely smearing his cum into her. I said as much, and she just moaned and repeated, ‘clean me out, baby. It’s not my safe time.’ As I fucked her, she whispered how good my raw cock felt inside her, and knowing it wasn’t her safe time made it even more hot. I fucked her as long as I could and added my load to the cummy mess slipping out of her sloppy pussy. Seeing my cum-covered cock slip out of her kept me hard. I would finger and eat her then fuck her some more. I know some of Andy’s cum made it deep inside her, and that I was responsible for that, and it turned us both on. We had been planning these extra-marital sessions every month or so, but Sarah was enjoying herself so much that she asked if we could try it every other week. Now, that meant every other session was likely to occur when Sarah was ovulating. I asked if that was a good idea and she told me that it was the whole point. The risk of getting knocked-up made her cum, and I liked being part of making her cum. Two weeks after our session with Andy, Kate arranged for one of her exes to come over to fuck my wife with me. I remembered Sam from college and knew Sarah had found him attractive then. Kate had told her that he was very well endowed and that she still slept with him from time to time. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to meet with a guy who Sarah sort of had a crush on, but we did it anyway. When he showed up, Sam told us that he had fathered three kids and had a vasectomy. Sarah’s face lit up. She told him that the other guys had been ok with wearing condoms, but since he was ‘clipped,’ he could go bareback. Sarah made that decision on his own and all I could do was nod. Sam was by far the most well-hung man I’d ever seen in person, and as he’d be the fourth man to fuck my wife, he’d penetrate her the deepest. We hadn’t discussed the plan in as much detail as we had with the other guys. Sarah laid down on her back and Sam lined up his big dick with her mouth and face-fucked her pretty aggressively while I ate her out. I worked three fingers into her to help her open up for his big dick. Sam sat on the sofa, his raw dick pointing straight up. Sarah squatted over him and tried to sit on him, but he was just too big. Sam suggest I try spitting on his cock a little, so I did. Inches from my face, he tighten his muscles and it smacked against my lips. He asked me to get the head wet. I knew I was very close to blowing another guy, but I wanted my wife to be happy. She was cooing and leaned back. She pulled her pussy lips open with both hands and asked me to guide him into her. I grasped the base of Sam’s cock and aimed him right inside my wife. She slipped down to his balls. Sarah rode that man’s bare cock until he was ready to cum. He asked where she wanted it, and Sarah begged him to fill her up. I watched his cock tense up as he fired his blanks deep into her cunt. Sam didn’t excuse himself like the others had. Instead, he took photos as Sarah showed off her ruined bred pussy. He texted them to Kate as I lined my dick up and fucked my wife. She moaned and grunted saying next time she wanted twice as many loads inside. That made me cum. As we caught our breath, Kate messaged Sarah to ask if she wanted to see Bill and Andy again. They were jealous that Sam got to go bareback and they wanted to breed Sarah as well. With Sam, there had been less risk, but psychologically we both needed to see if she was ready to take bareback cock. Next time it would be two bareback cocks, plus mine, or so I thought. To weeks later, Sarah was ovulating on the night Bill and Andy came over. We knew we’d be taking the biggest risk we’d taken so far. Knowing that, we had to make a plan just in case she missed her next period. I suggested the morning after pill, going so far as to offer to pick it up from the pharmacy. She didn’t like that idea and told me she had a plan and she’d tell me at the same time as the other guys. Over two bottles of wine, Bill and Andy discussed what Sarah would like to happen. She was shy as she explained how much taking cum at a risky time turned her on. She looked at me to agree, and I honestly told them it turned us on. They asked I was ok eating their loads out of her as the only form of protection we would use, and I nodded. Sarah was thrilled and started kissing both of them. With two men there, I was more on the sidelines than I’d been when they fucked my wife solo. Sarah sucked Bill’s cock while Andy ate her pussy and fingered her ass. They switched places before getting her on her hands and knees and Andy slid inside. Andy complained that her sopping pussy wasn’t quite wet enough, so I crawled under Sarah’s heaving chest and lapped at her pussy and Andy’s raw cock. Rather than suck my dick, she gobbled at Bill’s cock. The two men switched places but Sarah and I remained in the same spot. As with Sam, Bill asked me to guide his bare cock into my wife. I lapped at the spot where their bodies me. Bill came first and planted his seed as deeply as he could. When he pulled out, a dollop of his cum dripped straight into my open mouth. I would have tasted more if Andy hadn’t slid right in and pounded her like his life depended on it. Andy was fucking my wife too aggressively for me to fuck-lick, so I just laid back and enjoyed the show. I’d never been so close to her orgasmic cunt as Andy shot his load. Rather than pull out immediately, Andy muttered something about letting his seed soak into her belly. He did soften enough to pull out, releasing a torrent of mixed cum pouring out of my wife. Sarah moaned as I went to lick her pussy, and she suggested we all have another glass of wine. So, we did. Sarah was seated on our sofa, and I watched a trickle of cum ooze onto the cushion. I asked if she wanted any help cleaning up her mess, basically offering to eat two strangers’ cum out of her, in front of them. It was a little humiliating, but the thought of it kept me rock hard. Andy grabbed his phone. It turned out that he’d snapped a few photos while Bill was breeding my wife, and Bill had done the same for him. I must admit they were hot. I was a little mortified that he sent them on to Kate. The guys finished their wine and left. I asked Sarah if she was ready for me to finish and clean her up. She asked me to text Kate and ask what we should do, so I did. Kate replied, RISK TURNS YOU ON RIGHT? YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS TO TAKE THAT RISK TO THE NEXT LEVEL. YOUR WIFE HAS TWO LOADS INSIDE HER FERTILE CUNT. 1/ DON’T CLEAN HER OUT. LET THOSE LOADS SOAK INTO HER OVERNIGHT. 2/ FUCK HER WITH A CONDOM ON. EITHER WAY, IF SHE MISSES HER PERIOD, YOU KNOW IT’S NOT YOUR’S. TAKE PICS. I was about to bust a nut, so I put on a condom, for the first time ever, I fucked her safely. It’s funny to think of it as safe sex knowing that with every thrust, I was forcing two guy’s cum deeper into my wife’s pussy. I snapped a few photos with Sarah’s phone and she begged me to fuck that cum into her. It felt so wrong. I wanted to pull out and remove the condom, but didn’t make it in time. I came inside her, filling the latex reservoir with my cum. Sarah took a photo of my huge load bulging in the rubber. I texted the pics to Kate, and asked her, ‘Do you take risks like this?’ She replied, WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY? I’M ON THE PILL. IT’D BE A HUGE RISK TO TAKE ALL THAT CUM AND NOT BE PROTECTED. Kate still regularly organizes new guys to come over and fuck my wife. Now we’re on several adult websites and know a little more about how to make new friends, all of whom are willing to breed my wife. Sarah and I have had many other adventures, which nearly always end up with her taking other men’s seed. We’ve had some close calls, and I still usually fuck her bareback and fill her up. Sometimes though, when she’s ovulating, she’ll only let another man, or men, cum inside her. Sometimes I eat their cum, sometimes their dicks go in my mouth. I don’t mind as long as Sarah is happy.

Part 1 Senator Davis lived next door to me. Or should I say the militant, racist, homophobic, Evangelical, far-right wing, ex-Marine, piece of shit senator Davis lived next door to me. He was a fairly high ranking member of the Republican party, and seemed to be moving further on up. And for 15 years, I've had to live next door to him. For 15 years I've had to put up with his glares and sneers and very obvious disdain of me. And I admit, in a weird way I kind of liked it. I liked that just my mere existence managed to rile him up. I mean, if he hated fags and Jews THAT much then he could move. But fuck him! I was here first! And I'll be damned if I was going to be the one chased out! After all, this had been my family home for three generations. As an only child, and the last in the line, it had naturally gone to me. So I claimed my territorial rights. He had, though, built a huge fence between our properties. Higher than the one that had previously existed. But that was fine with me, it just provided that much more privacy for not only my huge pool parties, (aka orgies) but also one of my hobbies, shooting porn. I had many hobbies, shooting porn was just one of them. I had been left a lot of family money, which I had wisely invested, (thank you Microsoft and Apple!) so I had never actually worked a real job a single day of my 50 years. And I looked pretty damn good for my age. Well, I could afford to. The best trainers and the best surgeons made me look easily 15 years younger than I was, despite the fact that I was poz. That, and I kept a youthful lifestyle. Youthful in the sense that I had always surrounded myself with beautiful young men. Money attracts that. I had learned early on that romantic relationships were just not for me. I would eventually get bored of whoever I was with, especially after they turned 22. So I kept it to houseboys, slaves, tricks, and the occasional whore. And I treated them very well. The houseboys at least, not so much the slaves, but then, that's why they were slaves. I always made sure the houseboys got a good education, so when I kicked them to the curb, they could at least support themselves. The slaves, I simply passed them along when I grew weary of them. I know lots of different people. If the Major only knew EVERYTHING that went on in my house his head would have exploded years ago. Ah yes, the Major. That's what I called the senator, because, well, that's what his son Chad calls him. Major, or Sir. I never once heard the kid call him dad. And I had observed their interactions for years. Every morning the Major and Chad would raise their American flag in their front yard and salut it before taking their morning run. Every evening Chad would play taps on a bugel as his father lowered and folded the flag. Oh Chad. Now, there was one of the finest young specimens I had ever laid eyes on. He was either the epitome of the perfect California boy, (even though we didn't live in California) or the ideal Hitler youth. Given that his dad is probably a Nazi, I'd go with the second analogy. He was probably 6'2" or 3, (certainly taller than his father) with golden blond hair that was shaved to stubble on the back and sides, but left a little longer on top with bangs that hung a little down his forehead over dazzling blue eyes that sparkled even brighter against his sun bronzed skin. His cute pug nose sat above a pair of thick, pink luscious lips. And his body was a work of art. Lean but solid muscle. He was a champion swimmer, having taken state in three different strokes, and he always kept it shaved totally smooth. How do I know this? Because years ago I had security cameras installed and one of them discreetly overlooked the Major's pool. Now, I'm not a total sicko, but I will admit I started spying on him with my laptop when he was 16. Many hours I spent watching as his dad made him swim laps over and over as he blew his whistle and screamed constantly at the kid, usually berating him. It wasn't till he was 18 that I REALLY starting taking a serious interest in the kid. I would zoom the camera in on his speedo covered body, admiring his firm pecs and tight stomach that had that perfect, amazing V that separated his abs from his hips and disappeared into his suit, practically pointing the way to what I'm sure had to be a gorgeous cock. I would salivate as he climbed out of the pool, wet, with his speedo's displaying a good sized bulge as the fabric strained against it. Of course, I eventually got to find out for sure about his cock as one day he had a young lady over. They frolicked together in the pool for a while, kissing, fondling each other before eventually climbing out and onto a pool chair. She laid down and it was at the perfect angle for me to see everything. She removed her top while he pulled down her bottoms. The he stripped out of his speedo and his glorious young cock sprung right up to attention. It was beautiful, I'm guessing about 9 inches, like my own, but not as fat. His was long and slender and curved into his belly. The girl giggled as he climbed between her legs, and like a typical teen boy, he just slid himself right into her. He wasted no time pumping his hips back and forth and I admired how his strong, white buttocks that contrasted so sharply against his bronzed skin clenched together each time he thrust into her. He fucked her hard and fast, as inexperienced boys do, and was soon throwing his head back with his mouth open as he filled the girl with his hot, young spunk. I emptied my own throbbing cock into the sucking mouth of my current houseboy as I imagined it was Chad between my legs, swallowing my load. It's funny how life can twist and turn. It was only one month later that I was sitting home alone one rainy night. Alone because my last houseboy had just had his 22nd birthday, so after a 15 man gangbang, he was gone. I was currently in between slaves, which was frankly an unusual position for me to be in. The doorbell rang, bringing me out of my daze of staring into the fire. I set my scotch down and answered it to see a soaking wet Chad standing before me. "I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Blum." An obviously drunk and very distraught Chad slurred at me. "But I'm kinda in a jam." "Well get in out of the rain!" I ordered him as I grabbed his elbow and he stumbled inside. "Get out of those wet clothes and I'll get you something dry to wear." I left him as he was peeling off his wet t-shirt. I returned with a robe, a nice thick terry cloth one. I was surprised to see that he was totally naked when I returned. He was obviously not shy. He had neatly folded his wet clothes and left them sitting by the door. I handed him the robe and grabbed his wet clothes. "I'll put these in the dryer. Go a head and have a seat by the fire. It'll warm you up." I returned to find him sitting on the floor in front of the fire, his knees pulled up to his chest and looking miserable. I poured a couple of fresh scotches and sat on the sofa. I patted the seat and said, "Come here Chad. Tell me what's going on." He sat next to me and I handed him a scotch. He sipped it while he looked anxious and upset. It took a while but finally he started talking. "The Major and I had it out tonight." He started, nervously. "I finally snapped, I couldn't take it anymore." I could sense the fear and anger in his eyes as he spoke. "Nothing is ever good enough for him. He wants me to attend Annapolis then go into the Marines like him. I have a 4.2 gpa, but it's not enough for him. 'You have to better chad.'" He said in a mocking voice. "'You have to try harder. Study more. Be faster, be stronger. Don't be a pussy, Chad! Be a fucking man, Chad!'" His voice was raising as he got angrier and angrier. Then he just exploded. "I HATE HIM!" He started shouting as he pounded his fist into one of my pillows over and over. "I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!" Then he broke down crying, great heaving sobs. I reached out and pulled him into me and he cried into my chest. "So what happened tonight to set you off?" I asked, after he had calmed down. "He was yelling at me, like usual, and I just kind of snapped." He said sniffing as he wiped away tears. He had gone from an angry young man to a sad little boy as he cuddled into my chest. "I told him fuck Annapolis, I didn't want to go there and I don't want to be a Marine. Then he grabbed the strap and came at me. I swung and nailed him in the head. He fell to the ground and I panicked. I grabbed a bottle from the liquor cabinet and took off. I was so freaked out that I left without even my wallet or keys. I had no money and no where to go, so I walked around in the rain and drank the bottle. Then I saw your light was still on so I thought maybe......I mean, my dad hates you, but I always thought you were nice, so I took a chance and rang your bell." "Well I'm glad you did Chad." I said as I softly stroked his head. "You shouldn't be out on a night like this with no where to go. So, you mentioned a strap. Has he used it on you before?" Chad just slowly nodded his head. "Often?" I continued. Again he nodded his head. I could feel my blood start to boil. "Did he do anything else to you?" "He would lock me in my room, sometimes without dinner if I didn't perform well enough on a test or a meet." "Anything else?" I asked. "He was constantly yelling at me. Telling me I was worthless, stupid, a waste of his sperm." This really got me angry. It's one thing to have a slave and abuse him, that's what they want after all, but what this kid went through, nobody should ever have to. Especially not a kid as good as Chad. "You wanna know something else?" He asked softly. "What's that?" "He's never hugged me. Ever. He says real men don't hug, only sissies. And real men don't show emotions." I held him tighter as he said this to me. "That's bullshit." I said. "Your dad is a class A piece of shit. Everyone needs hugs. Even real men." As I said this he started crying again. I held him tight until he stopped crying again. Then I let him go and reached for a little wooden box. "I have something I think you could use right now." I said as I opened the box and pulled out a joint. "You ever get high?" I asked him. "Oh God no, Sir. The Major would fucking KILL me." "Well, I think it's about time then. Fuck your dad. I think you should start doing things for you and not for him. This shit will make you feel real good. And I think you need to feel good right now." "Yes Sir, if you think so. I've always been curious." "Then it's settled." I said as I lit the lighter. "And none of this Sir shit. Call me Abe." "Yes Sir. I mean Abe. Sorry." "That's better." I said as I toked on the joint. Then I handed it to Chad. He took a big hit and immediately started a huge coughing fit. I just laughed. "Cough to get off." I said. "The first couple hits are the worst. Then you'll get the hang of it." By his 4th hit, he was barely coughing at all. Soon the joint was gone. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Good." He said giggling. Ah, I miss those days when getting stoned would give me the giggles. "Well I'm gonna make you feel real good." I said as I walked over to the credenza and pulled out a bong. After a few tips on it, Chad was flying high, is eyes red as red could be. He was laying back on the sofa and his robe had come open and his legs were spread. I don't even think he realized it, but I had a great view of his flat, smooth pecks and an even better view of his sweet, 18 year old cock sitting on top of a big pair of balls full of teenage spunk, all surrounded by his bushy blond pubes. My mouth watered. "Hey Abe," Chad began. "Can I tell you a secret?" "Of course, you can tell me anything." "Well, um, I'm pretty sure I'm gay." You could have blown me over right then and there. I was floored. "Well, what makes you think you're gay?" "When I look at guys, especially in the locker room, I get funny feelings. Feelings like I want to be with them, kiss them, touch them, especially their cocks." "But you've been with girls right?" I asked, knowing full well he had. "Maybe your bi?" "Yea, a few. But only cause I thought I was supposed to. But when I was fucking them, I was thinking about guys. So I don't think I'm bi." "But you've never been with a guy?" "No, never. But when I jerk off, I like to play with my butt. I put things up there. Carrots, cucumbers, hair brush handles, whatever I can find. It feels real good and I imagine it's one of the hot jocks from school fucking me." He giggled some more as his cock started to harden. "And can I tell you something else?" "Of course." "The main reason I came over here tonight is because I hoped you would be my first." My mouth went dry upon hearing this. I couldn't believe this hot fucking kid that I had been fantasizing about was asking me to fuck him. "Are you sure Chad? That's really want you want?" "Yes." He whispered. "Please Sir. I want it so bad. I want to throw it in the Major's face that his precious son is a faggot who takes it up the ass. Will you please take my virginity?" My head was swimming from what I was hearing. "Of course dear boy." I finally managed to say. "If that's what you really want, I'd be happy to." A big grin spread across his face as I stood up and took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. As soon as we got on the bed he grabbed me and started kissing me passionately. I grabbed the lube and started fingering his ass, stretching his boy hole in preparation of my fat 9". He must have played with his hole a lot because in no time I easily had three fingers sliding in and out of him while he moaned like a whore. I finally pulled off of him and sat up as he layed there panting like a bitch in heat. "So now I have something I have to tell you. I only fuck raw. No rubbers, ever. And I'm hiv+." He looked at me in silence for a moment. "You don't look sick." He finally said. "I thought aids made you look sick." "I don't have aids." I corrected him. "I have hiv. I've had it for 20 years. It's a totally manageable condition these days. Like diabetes. I take meds and I'm healthy." "That's so hot!" He said after a moment. "I want hiv. That would destroy the Major to know he has a faggot son who takes cock up the ass and is hiv+. Give it to me Sir. Please!" He begged. My dick throbbed as I listened to him beg. And I didn't even correct him for calling me Sir. I liked it in this context. "All right boy, if that's what you want." "I do Sir! I want it! I want to make the Major suffer!" "You know boy, you don't always catch it the first time. I may have to fuck your ass for weeks before you catch it. Or maybe I'll share your hot ass with my friends, and they can help infect you." "Yes Sir, whatever it takes! Just give it to me!" With that I lubed up my cock and lined it up against his hole. With a little push, my mushroom head popped past the kids sphincter. He cried out but I couldn't tell if it was in agony of ecstasy, so I just held it there for a moment. "Here," I said, placing a brown bottle under his nose. "Breath this in, it will help relax you. Deep breaths, and hold it until I tell you to release it." He did as he was told and soon had taken 6 large hits. "That's a good boy." I praised him. "You're doing so well." I could tell the poppers were doing their job as his face flushed a deep red and his eyes went out of focus. His hole heated up and loosened and I knew he was ready for it. Slid my entire length into him in one slow push, relishing the feeling of stretching his insides for the first time in his young life. He just groaned as my pubes rubbed against his anal ring. Then he let out a big sigh and grinned. This future poz kid was a natural born bottom. I placed his knees over my shoulders and held his thighs as I started fucking him. He just grunted and moaned as my cock worked it's magic on his prostate. I looked down on his beautiful face as little smiles accompanied his grunts. He was truly loving his first poz fuck. This kid was so hot I was already going to shoot my wad. I couldn't help it. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Are you ready for your first load of poz cum in your bitch boy hole? Are you ready to take your first step in becoming a pozzed up whore?" "Do it!" He panted. "Give me your poz load! Make me a pozzed up whore! Fuck you Major! Look at your son now! Look at your faggot poz cock taking whore of a son now!" Just hearing him say that sent me over the edge. I grabbed his long thin cock and started jerking it. "Here it comes slut! Here comes your first poz load in your faggot whore pussy!" With that, I buried myself in him and let loose with my dirty cum. He let out a cry and his boy cock started spewing a huge load. His first two shots landed on his face, the rest coating his smooth, bronzed chest. The whiteness of his jizz contrasted nicely with his deep tan. He truly looked like a well fucked cum slut. As I scooped up his cum from his body and fed it to him, I said, "Oh boy, do I have some plans for you, you little poz cum slut." He just smiled at me. "I can't wait Sir."

I love club Z sleazy nasty trashy

I always look and try to show mine off too. It’s fun. The right reactions are very common but I’m in Toronto, so that probably makes a big difference.

I like shaving. I have wondered what it would be like to get spun and have a bud shave my cock around to my ass. I know i get a bit on the sensitive side and most any touches seem to be amplified but i wonder what that would be like. the first time i got spun i was clawing at the sheets to get more up my ass. I really wanted ripped. I can only Imagin what i would do when a guy has a razor between my legs

I agree. I also think that if other Tops watch, they're going to want to get in on the action too. Particularly in certain cases 😈

Fidgeting nervously, MJ asked, "Dad, what was my mom like? You never talk about her, so I thought it might be a painful subject. It's always been just the 2 of us and I'm more than happy with that, but I'm curious. Aside from having her red hair, am I anything like her?" Matt took MJ's hand in his. "Your mom was a sweet, wonderful woman and I never talked about her, first because you were too young and when you were old enough, I was ashamed that I was betraying her with Ty. I loved her, but never the way a man loves his wife. Along with her red hair, you have her sweet temperament and I know she would've loved you and ben proud of the man you've become, QUEER and all. Like me, she was under the same disillusion that I was bi." Before his son said anything, Ty spoke up. "I'm not ashamed to admit it, but I married your mom because she was pregnant with you. Like your daddy Matt, I loved her but I was never in love with her. I've only ever been in love with daddy Matt and I find myself falling in love with you and TJ. I don't mean to be harsh but in all, the years since she walked out on us, she never made contact to even ask about you. Actually, she did us a favor because you're a sweet, kind, considerate young man." Choking back tears, TJ said, "Thank you for being honest, dad. I have no reason to call her mom, but the woman who birthed me never deserved to have you. Daddy Matt is, was and always will be the man who makes you happy, the man who's in love with you, the man you're in love with. Right at this moment, I'm in love with the 2 of you and with MJ as well." "Our family has grown!" MJ declared. "Physically, it's doubled, but where love is concerned, it's grown exponentially. What a lucky QUEER I am, having 3 amazing, sexy QUEER man who are in love with me as much as I'm in love with them!" Smiling broadly, Ty said, "This conversation drives home the point of how important tonight will be!" He whispered something in Matt's ear and Matt nodded. "No need to worry. this isn't a secret, just wanted Matt's approval. How would you young men feel about sharing our blood?" "Blood of your blood!" MJ said. "That and getting fucked by the cocks that made us. I'm guessing it'll be by injection. Nothing can be more intimate and bring us even closer together. It'll also be a bit of added insurance having blood and seed!" TJ gave MJ's thigh a squeeze. "I'm pleasantly surprised by the way this is progressing. When this was the germ of an idea, we had no idea if our dads would be repulsed by our plans. Here they are, not only embracing them, but taking it to new, intimate levels." "We need to get something at home!" Ty declared. "TJ, come with me!" To be continued

Updated Version 2 He was 19 the first time he was fucked in the ass by a man. It didn't go well and unfortunately turned him off gay sex for quite some time... **** It was the end of his sophomore year and his other roommates had already moved out. He had another week with their apartment to himself. Old, not well maintained, not in a great part of town. Seemingly everybody knew the gate code. He only owned a bunkbed and desk and a chair. Otherwise the place was empty with a few miscellaneous items scattered around. This place was the pits. Still, he was feeling unleashed like never before in his life. Place to himself, girlfriend on vacation with her family. He was flush with cash having gotten his last paycheck from his work study job and he didn't owe rent for next month. He decided to treat himself. His heart was pounding in the parking lot of the porno store. He took a deep breathe and hopped out of his shitbox Toyota. The walls of smut were bracing. He got an immediate hardon. He was 19 and looked younger. Blonde and blue eyed. 6 foot but slight. So he was glad the clerk didn't pay any attention as he browsed the straight porn, intoxicated by the box images. He decided to get an anal themed movie, 4 hours, on sale, lol. He knew he wanted to check out the gay porn too but couldn't bring himself to at first. He took a look at the movies for a second and then swerved away like he'd made a mistake? Finally, cheeks blazing red, he started looking directly at the gay movies. They had a big section. A lot of what he saw at first had really fit, pretty guys fucking with condoms on. He picked up a couple of boxes and looked at the backs. He dared himself to look closely and he did. Why did he want to be fucked in the ass? How was he so sure that he did? He moved through the shelves, discovering nastier, bareback stuff. He couldn't believe he was looking at an asshole dripping with cum on the cover of a DVD. He got a crazy rush. Why did he want that to be his hole? He picked it up and grabbed another nasty movie advertising unprotected sex. He paid $78 for the DVDs and tube of lube he snatched off the counter at the last second and headed out. Back home, he put one of the gay discs in his PCs drive. The menu came up. Hot Desert Knights? He pressed play and watched the first scene. The video quality was not great but otherwise he jumped into the deep end of the gay porn pool. He shot a load as he watched a man in a sex swing took multiple loads He felt disgusted but kept watching. The men fucked their friend's hole aggressively. The bottom seemed to love it. ____ loved it when he fucked her hard, too. He posted a message on the hookup site of the day. He said he was 19, a college student, alone at his apartment, and looking for dick. "Moving out next week." He got a lot of emails. One of them said he could be there in 20 minutes. He gave the address. "The gate code is ____." The knock at the door came quickly. There was his new friend. Older than he expected but bearing tequila. "I'm Mike." A couple of shots in the empty kitchen had him pretty tipsy. He didn't feel attracted to Mike but couldn't stop thinking about the dick pic he'd sent earlier. Not huge, but thick and with a big purple head. "Sorry the only place to sit is my bed." "Yeah that's no problem" Mike said suggestively. They went into the bedroom. Mike laughed loudly at the sight of the bunk bed. "Oh sorry, we were packed in here. Broke college kids." he said sheepishly. Mike just winked. "Sorry just a minute." He went to the restroom and paced for a full minute. He splashed water on his face. He was gonna do it. He came out to hear the porn blaring from his computer speakers. Fuck, he must've left it paused. Mike was naked, sitting on his chair with his hard cock in his meaty hand. "Oh uh" Mike just winked. **** "Look at me." Mike grabbed his face firmly but gently and looked him in the eyes. "You invited a stranger to your apartment?" "... Yes" He squirmed as Mike rocked deep in his hole, grabbing the sheets with his left hand. "You invited him--me--to fuck you in the ass?" "Yes." He looked back intently. "You want cum loads in your faggot ass don't you?" "No..." "Jerk your dick." He was totally soft but soaked in precum. Mike stayed inside but stopped fucking him. After a beat he did as he was told. "Make that dick cum for me bitch." He was so conflicted, so horny, so confused. How had he gotten himself into this? He shot the hardest jet of cum of his life. It landed on his neck and bedsheet. The rest of his load made a huge mess on his stomach. Mike started pumping again, his dick felt astronomically huge. "Good boy." He scooped some of his cum off and made him eat it. Not great. How had _____ swallowed so much so cheerfully? How was that on his mind at a time like this. He tried to relax. Mike was fucking him. Mike was going to keep fucking him until he came in his ass. One time was probably going to be okay. Habitually engaging in unprotected intercourse would of course have a predictable outcome. But he had decided for sure, with Mike still fucking him, that this would be the last time. **** "Remember, I only want to have sex with a CONDOM." He said drunkenly. Mike squirted lube on his asshole and shoved two fingers inside. He recoiled, sobering up some. "Gentle please" His friend's friendly demeanor was gone. He pulled out his fingers and squirted another glob of lube on his bare cock. "Condom. You agreed." " We both know you want it raw." He was inside him and it was true. "No, please don't." Okay. Mike was fucking his ass. He felt like a cheap slut and that was the biggest turn on. "I assumed you'd be some" *wap* *wap* "worn out faggot." *wap* *wap*. "This really your first time?" He was wide-eyed trying to process the situation. Mike was fucking him like, well, he'd fucked girls. ******* "You want cum loads in your faggot ass, don't you?" Mike badgered him. "Yes..." "Say it bitch." Whatever. "cum in my faggot ass Mike. Give me your load." "Uhh. Uuuh yeah. It's right there." He stayed buried in him for a long minute and finished with a couple of final pumps, finally pulling out. He gasped. Suddenly Mike was all cheer again. "Thanks dude that was great. I hope you had fun." Mike winked. He was more or less incapable of replying and finally Mike said "take a deep breath" and went to the bathroom. He curled up into the sheets, cum and lube be damned. Mike came out and got dressed without further comment. He didn't move. Mike sat in his desk chair. "Your first time bottoming is really intense. I'm sure it's a lot to deal with but I know you'll be itching for more cum before you know it."

Truckers are both tops and bottoms. The trucker who pozzed me years ago was a top. Since then I've raw fucked dozens of truckers in their cabs. Never does anyone ask for a rubber, and I absolutely love nutting my toxic load in their ass. Don't get me wrong, I also offer my ass to any of the top drivers, and they always fuck me raw.

I had a thought about something like this, but with a corn maze. Have the standard maze, but instead of stations where you punch a ticket to prove you found it, you find beds with bottoms to fuck. Or tops looking to be sucked. Once you finish at a station, they stamp your ass. Once you collect all the stamps you have to find your way out and present your ass to get your prize. Which maybe another load if you are a bottom, maybe you get sucked by another bottom maze-runner. And if you are in the maze and meet a compatible guy along the way, feel free to have some fun! I'd volunteer to be a "station boy". I'd want to be naked in a low stock on a platform high enough for easy access that has me on my knees with my head and hands secure. My ass presented for anyone who finds me to fuck. Or mouth, if two guys find me and want a spit-roast. This combines a bunch of fantasies and fetishes: bondage, public sex, submissive anonymous sex, barebacking, and a whole lot of cum!

Favorite daddy of all time. He just got hotter with age too ❤️

In my early high school days I used to go to a men's room on the lower level of the mall. More than once I heard guys say "don't use that bathroom its full of queers and faggots. That's all I had to hear. It was so easy just stare at urinal or keep washing my hands and say hi. It was so easy and only 1 or 2 were psychos I look back and laugh all the guys who took a chance when I was nowhere near 17

I don't use the term BBC because it feels like stereotyping. When it comes to race or ethnicity, I don't have a preference either way, but I'd be lying if I didn't say that I've enjoyed every hookup I've had with a black guy. Not all of those hookups were massively hung, which is the stereotype, but a lot of them were. I've had a lot of hookups with people of other races who were hung, too, including white guys. Right now I'm hooking up daily with a few black guys, but it's not about their race. If they were white and lived close by, and were able to satisfy me the way these three do, I'd still be hooking up with them.

Just so everyone is clear on this: This is fiction. It didn't happen. The only part that is true is up to, and including the scene where I take 2 loads from tops of unknown status. Also, I'm almost certainly still neg. Only taken one semi-anon load since my last negative test. Recently I breached the latest frontier of my sexual odyssey. The journey had started many years before when I sucked my first cock. I loved it and gloried in the taste of another man's semen. I sucked every dick that any horny man would stick in my mouth, but resisted getting my ass fucked for years. Initially I was afraid of pain, then, AIDS had appeared on the scene, so out of fear of infection, I stopped sucking dick for a few years. Then one night I had a few too many drinks and found myself on my knees in gay bar's restroom getting my mouth fucked. He wanted my ass and I said yes, but use a condom. He agreed and soon I was introduced to the joy of getting my butt fucked. I loved it even more than sucking dick. I diligently required condoms and asked every guy what their HIV status was. I refused to bend over for poz tops, but took every wrapped, neg cock offered, usually having the top feed me his cum from the rubber and chewing on it, savoring the taste of my ass. One night a top came over to fuck me. I have no idea where it came from, but I asked him if he wanted a condom. He said no, he wanted me raw. I bent over, he slid his bare cock in me and I was instantly converted to a bareback bitch. I stopped carrying condoms with me and threw all the ones in my apartment in the garbage. I continued to ask tops their status and refused poz guys. Late one night, again with a lot of alcohol in me, I took loads from two tops without asking their status. I'd had so much to drink, I just forgot (yeah, sure) and didn't discover it until looking at the emails later. Sure enough, soon I was taking every load offered, no questions asked. I'd never taken a completely anonymous load till one night I was in a bathhouse getting reamed in the black room with no words spoken. I still refused loads from tops who volunteered they were poz, had a biohaz tattoo or looked gaunt or ill. After work one day I stopped by an adult store and sucked a couple of dicks and swallowed their loads. I sat stroking my cock when the door on the next booth banged. A man faced the gloryhole, unzipped and hauled out a very large, beautiful cock. Soon I had it fully erect and plunging in and out of my mouth. After a bit he pulled out and stood stroking. His hand pushed his t-shirt up and I saw a biohazard tattoo. I swallowed and was a bit queasy. I really wanted him in my ass but couldn't make myself knowingly take a poz load. I was well aware that, as many anon loads as I'd taken, I had to have gotten more than a few poz loads, but I couldn't do it intentionally. I motioned for him and he pushed forward just enough for me to barely lick the head. My stomach flipped as I tasted precum and I realized I'd just eaten virus. Enough, I had to have that lovely prick in me, poz or not. I turned around, pressed my ass against the hole and spread my cheeks. He wallowed the head against my asshole, smearing it with precum. I moaned, knowing that if his viral load was high I'd just gotten HIV virus in me. My cock was fully erect and I realized I wanted him to shoot a poison load of jizz in me. I moaned again and almost shot my load when he pushed his length into me. I knew that from then on, while I'd take loads from neg guys, I would actively seek out poz cum, especially, high vl cum. All too soon, that lovely deathstick stabbed in deep and shuddered. I felt a warm, wet feeling in my ass as he filled me with toxic semen. My cock squirted a thick stream across the booth as I realized that I could die from the fuck I'd just gotten. He slid out of me after a bit and I sat down. The cock came back through the hole and I took it in my mouth, savoring the taste of cum and my ass. He zipped up and his hand came through the hole with a card bearing a phone number and email address. I took it knowing I'd taken the next step towards infection. When I got home I changed my profiles on the personal sites I used. My HIV status became unknown and my preferred partners poz. The next Saturday night I went to the sleaziest bathhouse in town and got a room. I wrote "neg bottom taking loads, poz preferred" and my room number. I don't remember exactly, but at least 8 guys fucked me. Two of them were very verbal and went into great length about how they were knocking me up, pozzing me, infecting me. This phase went on for over a year. I took who know hows many loads, mostly poz and some from several high vl tops, but kept testing neg. I had gone from terrified of HIV to actively yearning to be infected. About a year ago I saw an ad on bbrt from a poz top who said he'd do whatever it took to infect a bugchaser. One night he came over to do the deed. He had a stiff toothbrush with him and scrubbed my asshole and rectum with it. Then he fingered me with his long nails and talked about how he was cutting me up. He took a syringe out and filled it with his blood, slid the needle into the big vein on my arm and taped it to my forearm. I was trembling with fear and need when his rigid cock stabbed into my ass. He talked constantly while doing all this about how he was infecting me and that he had an extremely virulent strain. Finally he shoved in, spewed his deathseed into me, and collapsed onto me. "Now to make sure you die. Push the plunger and inject my poison blood into your vein." I put two fingers on the plunger, but couldn't do it. Finally, he growled, covered my fingers with his and shoved the plunger in. I retched and had the most intense orgasm ever. It was done; I was infected for sure. A couple of weeks later I had a bad case of the flu, the fuck flu I knew. I advertised on bbrt and breeding zone and soon my cock was plunging into a young man who was begging for me to knock him up. "Pozzing your ass, faggot!", I growled as I shot my deadly seed in him. I got an email from him a few weeks later saying that he was poz and thanking me for my gift. I realized that it was a deeply satisfying feeling, knowing I'd just infected a man. I kept ads up on a couple of hardcore chasing sites and succeeded in infecting at least 7 willing bottoms who begged me for my gift. I never initiated contact or actively searched for victims; I let them come to me. I never fucked anyone who didn't ask for it. Then one night I was horny and could find no willing victims and all my usual bottoms were otherwise engaged. I said, fuck it, anybody that takes anon loads is asking for the bug. Soon I was at the bathhouse fucking my toxic jizz into a boy in the blackroom, no words spoken. I was off and running. For the next several months I kept to this pattern. I fucked any neg bottom that asked for the bug and any bottom that took my cock without any discussion of status. I knew tops who stealth pozzed guys but refused to do it myself. Although I never volunteered it, I always disclosed my status when asked. Then one day I saw an ad from a really hot bottom. My cock throbbed, I really wanted to fuck this kid. Just turned 18; never took it raw. He said he was neg and planned to stay that way. I emailed him offering to fuck him, offering to wrap it, and he turned me down. He said he never played with poz guys, safe or not. I sighed, he was gorgeous and I wanted him bad. Oh well, other fish in the sea. But I couldn't forget about him. I jerked off thinking about how much I wanted to fuck his cute little ass. I shot especially hard when I thought about infecting him. One night I was trolling for ass in Hollywood when I noticed this cute 30-something guy eyeing me. He kept glancing at me, especially at my cock, but moved away whenever I got close to him. I thought, fuck it boy, if you want it, come get it. I went to the queer room, sat down, took my cock out and stroked it hard. After wandering in and out a couple times, eyes locked on my dick, the guy sat down a couple of seats away from me and took out his dick. He kept shooting nervous little glances at my dick. I moved over to the seat next to him and looked him in the eye. He wouldn't make eye contact but locked his gaze on my cock. I reached for his cock and stroked it. He moaned and turned his head towards me. With my free hand I took his head and pulled his mouth to mine. He moaned again as we made out and his cock oozed precum. I didn't want him to shoot so soon so I released his cock, took his hand in mine and moved it to my shaft. I felt the wedding ring on his finger. "I want to fuck you." "I don't know, I don't want it to hurt. I've never had anything in my ass." " I'll be gentle, I won't hurt you." "Well, ok, but use a condom." "Sorry, never use them. You want my cock, you take it bare." "I don't know about that, I'm married." "It's ok, I'm clean, just got tested a couple of weeks ago." This was absolutely true. I was clean, took a shower not 3 hours ago. And I had gotten tested recently. I omitted the fact that the test showed that I was HIV positive with a very high viral load. But, what the hell, if the guy was stupid enough to take anybody's word for it he was bound to get infected sooner or later. I decided then and there that I was tired of games, I wanted his ass and was going to have it. "On your knees; suck my dick. Now!" He scrambled to the floor and swallowed my cock. He couldn't suck dick worth a shit but I didn't care. It was his butt I wanted. He was going to go home to wifey with my toxic load in his ass, HIV viruses working their way in his bloodstream and all over his doomed body. After a bit I'd had enough of amateurish gobbling. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth off my cock and to my mouth. He was trembling and moaning as my tongue raped his het mouth. "Stand up, drop your pants and bend over the back of the chair." He did so and I knelt and licked his ass. I thought he was going the shoot his load as he felt my tongue in his virgin asshole; undoubtably the first time a tongue had been there. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a tube of lube and worked it into his hole with my fingers. I also used my nails to scratch his asshole and rectum so my poison jizz would be sure to find it's way into his bloodstream. Standing up, I guided my rigid, oozing cock to its target. I wallowed the head around his rosebud, smearing it with its first taste of virus. The poor, doomed hubby moaned and pushed back against me, taking the first inch of me into his hungry, unsuspecting asshole. I shoved hard and slid in balls deep. He squealed and his asshole convulsed around my dick. I wanted the fuck to last, so I stopped deep in him. He shuddered and pushed back against me; looks like I had just created a cockslut. After resting a bit I started stroking in and out. As befits a virgin he was nice and tight. My cock was in heaven, the lovely sensation of his hungry anus gripping my cock heightened by the knowledge that I was infecting him and that he would take it home and infect his wife. I hoped she was fucking another guy on the side and that she'd spread the bug further. I couldn't take much more bliss; I picked up the pace, ramming in and out hard and fast. Finally I shoved hard and deep and squirted a weeks worth of HIV infected bug juice deep in the poor doomed bitch's guts. "Take it, bitch! Take my load!" I grabbed his cock and he squirted his last neg load onto the floor. I shuddered as my dick twitched and my balls emptied into my victim. After I stopped shooting I stayed in him, keeping my bug juice in to do it's work. After a few minutes I felt myself losing my hard on. I pulled a tissue out of my pocket and pushed in against his hole as my dick slipped out. "I'm pushing a tissue into your ass so the cum won't run out onto your underwear." "Thanks, wouldn't want my wife to find them with the seat soaked with your cum." "Wait as long as you can to take a shit. That'll minimize the chance of any bleeding." It would also maximize the chance of infecting the clueless boob, but I didn't see any reason to mention that. "Ok, thanks and thanks for fucking me. I had no idea it would feel so good. Cumming while feeling your cock fill my ass with cum was amazing." "You're welcome. Always glad to give a gift and spread pleasure around." Not to mention giving the Gift that keeps on giving, at least until it kills him, and spreading the Bug. I wiped my cock with my hand and licked it. Cum, assjuice and, sure enough, a little coppery taste. He was bleeding a bit, my babies were for sure already in his bloodstream. I'd just taken the latest step; I was a fully paid up stealth Gifter. Now to plan how to fuck and infect the 18 year old.