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My partner and I were staying at a gay men’s resort for the weekend. Sunday afternoon has a pool party and happy hour that draws a large crowd of visitors from other hotels and locals in addition to the guests. A quick headcount says there were easily 75 guys on property this Sunday. We were both being friendly and flirty in the pool, making conversation with various people. I saw a few guys zone in on my partner. His dark, handsome features and swimmer’s chest are always popular. I picked out a few guys, most of them otters, whom I talked up when possible. There’s a steady ebb and flow to the pool area as people make their way to the bar, their rooms, and cruise the property. Mid afternoon I started to wander and made my way up to the playroom. As soon as I was through the plastic sheeting covering part of the entrance, I could hear the soft moans of man-on-man sex. A couple guys stood in the narrow hallway as I made my way back to the video room. My eyes were still adjusting to the dim lighting, so I could only make out silhouettes in the darkness. The video room already had 6 men in it, so I found my way to pleather seating along the sides of the room and settled in. Three guys were standing in the back of the cozy room with someone on his knees working their cocks. I recognized that body immediately — my partner was busy at work. A guy in his 30s sat next to me, a lean body with a few small tattoos and dark hair. I’d spied him in the pool, but hadn’t spoken. I waggled my hardon and he greedily went down on it. I encouraged his work by rubbing his back and massaging the rear of his head. I heard the familiar squeak of a lube bottle being pumped; I looked over and saw one of the guys lean over and play with my partner’s ass. I love seeing this happen, and responded by pushing my own cocksucker’s head down so he took the full length of my shaft. He groaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my partner was stood up and being bent over the fuck bench that dominated the room, his body now must a foot away from me and my cocksucker. I handed my poppers to one of the guys who was positioning himself at the head of the bench. “Popper him up,” I said. He twisted off the cap and pressed the bottle up under my partner’s nose, flooding his lungs with the stuff. My partner is a popper whore, and I wanted him giving his best performance. As he inhaled deeply, I added some lube to my fingers and gently applied it to my cocksucker’s hole as he continued to work my shaft — this boy was hungry! He responded to my fingers with a soft groan, signaling his willingness. I heard the lube bottle being pumped again, and one of the guys stepped up to bat behind my partner. His head came up sharply and he winced, “Ah!’ As his ass was penetrated. His hole was obviously being stretched wide, and he started to ride it to open up. One of his would-be assailants pressed his chest into the padded bench. “Fuck the slut,” he growled. There is something amazingly hot to seeing your partner’s beautiful body in a totally vulnerable position, and him being used by other men. My cocksucker suddenly stood up and started applying more lube to my own cock. Obviously inspired by the fucking next to us, he sat down on my cock. He was still wearing a jockstrap, making clear his role in the room. My cock was surrounded by the intense heat inside him, his ass velvety warm and tight as he began to ride my cock. Someone pushed poppers under his nose, and he began riding more vigorously. I knew it would be very easy to unload in his hole when i was ready. My partner was getting pounded just a few inches in front of us. The sound of the skin slapping against skin was evident in the small playroom, and I loved hearing his grunts and moans as his hole was taken. A few more guys had come into the room or were standing in the doorway enjoying the show. The guy riding my cock was clearly excited showing off for the audience and began taking longer strides up and down my cock — it felt amazing! I saw two guys switch places behind my partner’s ass on the fuck bench, the second one sliding a freshly lubed hardon into my man. “Oh fuck! That’s a thick cock.” The new guy didn’t waste time, getting right into a fast, pounding rhythm as my partner took it like a champ. The air in the room was getting kinda thick and muggy from the heavy breathing and sweat. The guy riding my cock stood up, then moved to my left where he laid down on his back on the leather seating, raising his legs to reveal his hungry hole. As I stood and moved to plunge back into him, I ran a hand along my partner’s back as he was taking cock; his skin was covered in sweat. The boy I was fucking looked super hot displayed on his back, nice tight body, legs spread and hungry. I dove in, knowing I wasn’t going to waste time. I started slamming his hole, making him grunt and yelp. The sounds of he and my partner being pounded mingled in the room, and you could hear the sound of guys jacking their cocks to the live show. “I’m gonna cum,” the guy fucking my partner said, and he unloaded into my partner’s smooth ass. Knowing he was being flooded with someone else’s cum pushed me to the edge. ”You’re getting bred next,” I said to my bottom. ”Fuck yeah,” he said. I slammed in and out, making him wince, but he never shied away. I could feel my balls get tight and the urge to release was building quickly. I had my back to the fuck bench now, totally focused on the bottom boy giving me his ass for my own pleasure. I grunted and felt the juices start to flow freely, filling his tight hole with my load. He gasped as he felt it, and I gave a few deep thrusts to ensure my load was buried deep inside him. I collapsed back into the couch seating on the other side of the fuck bench, my cock still hard but drained. Someone else moved in to keep working on the bottom I’d just bred. Meanwhile, my partner had a fresh cock buried inside his ass, fucking him with the previous load. My partner was grunting and moaning, which is sweet music to my ears. He was still kneeling on the fuck bench, being used by a handful of strangers. I had someone popper him up again, and I sat back to watch as he took another two loads. He was oblivious to who was using him, totally focused on the feeling deep in his hole as he was used. The second guy to breed him pulled out, then made his way around and pushed his cock into my partner’s mouth. “Clean it off, pig. Good pig. That’s a good piggy boy.” The third breeder was already inside him and didn’t waste any time marking his territory. It was definitely a rough fuck for my partner, spit roaster and a relentless top using his hole. I could already tell his hole was going to be tender after this. The third breeder unleashed inside my partner, grunting as he pushed it inside. My partner lay there for a couple moments, panting, collecting himself after being ridden hard. His body was dripping with sweat, and he seemed a bit disoriented as he pushed himself upright. He didn’t see me there, more focused on making his way out of the room of men who had watched him being used. I heard one of the guys slap his ass as he walked by and say, “Fucking hot piggy.”

Part 4 "Tom has never told me anything and all I know is from comments and questions he's made to Patrick. The moment he asked Patrick the first poz related question, Patrick knew where it was going" Dennis said and paused before continuing "We've always been really close, so Patrick told me, asking me not to say anything to anyone, especially you. At least now that the cat's out of the bag, I don't have to hold it in." "You know how hard it was not saying anything while I watch your relationship implode when I knew how to fix it? If I said anything it would mean I broke my promise to my closest friend. So... I didn't and watched you two tear each other apart" Dennis said, a tear running down his face. "Damn. I'm sorry you got stuck in the middle. You did the right thing though. Breaking Patrick's trust would have been the worst choice" I told him. I took a long breath and continued "There were a hundred ways for me to find out what Tom was thinking. I just wish he would have told me sooner" I said. In the end I decided that Dennis was right, and if anyone was to poz Tom it should be me. It wasn't like I was avoiding it or following my own advice to get protected from getting myself infected. "How do you want it to go? Know who did it or a group thing?" Dennis asked. The sinister smile on his face told me he had a preference, but when he didn't say anything more, I knew it was all up to me. "I'd like to know. Who do you know that can charge me up?" I asked Dennis. "Hmm, there's three that I know of off hand that are really toxic and would be into it... Rico, Tony and... me. From the text message I got earlier, both of them are very willing" Dennis said. "You? I thought you were a bottom and undetectable" I asked after giving him a long stare. Dennis chuckled. "I top sometimes when the mood strikes. My nephew's buddy was chasing, so I went off meds to tag him. The little fucker put up a fight too and it took two months of breeding to finally knock him up. You know that young guy that was staying with me a couple months back? Him" Dennis said. "Fuck... was he even legal?" I asked. "Yeah, he just turned twenty. He met his goal of being pozzed while he was still a teenager, but just by a month. We were getting worried. That last sex party I held was supposed to do it if I had failed. You, Tom and Luke were the only neg guys there. Anyway, do you want one of us three to do it? I can ask around if none of us are good enough" Dennis said, grinning. I was tight and Dennis is thick, making my first fuck as a bottom in well over a year painful. The second round hurt almost as much and I went back to the hotel with Dennis' smallest plug in my ass. The next morning, I met Dennis before work and let the bug filled cum stew in my guts all morning while I tried to work. I pulled the plug out at lunch and nothing dripped out. I was much more comfortable sitting at my desk that afternoon with the plug in my backpack, not my ass. Dennis was even more brutal that evening after work and had to find a larger plug to stuff in me. It was strange having our roles reversed and I know Dennis was enjoying every second of it. I wanted to fuck him after he bred me again, but I was told that he wasn't taking any more of my neg seed. Thankfully, the hotel desk clerk gladly took my load. I noticed a small scorpion tattoo behind his ear as I emptied my balls in him. He confirmed his status, making my dick hard enough to give him a second load. The next morning I checked out and after work I headed back to our apartment. Tom and I talked all night. While we had texted and chatted over the phone after he told me his secret, there was a lot more that came out when we were face to face. As I had discussed with Dennis, we were going to hook Tom up with a guy Dennis knew who loved poz dialog during sex. He was undetectable, knew our plan and thought it was hot. I collected my morning load from Dennis on my way to work and picked up a second one on my way back to the apartment that evening. A few hours later, Dennis' buddy Jerry showed up for his first fuck with Tom. I watched and occasionally cheered them on while I stroked. Tom was rarely hard when he got fucked, but his dick was totally rigid the whole time Jerry fucked him the first time. It even stayed hard after he got bred. "Now... let my little baby makers get you pregnant" Jerry said, rubbing over Tom's stomach after he had roughly shoved a plug into Tom's ass. I pulled mine out shortly before we went to bed and once again, Dennis' DNA had absorbed into my gut. I hoped that it didn't take a couple months before my body fell victim to Dennis' bug like his last chaser. Jerry showed up on Friday and bred Tom while I stopped over and was getting loaded by Dennis. Tom and I fucked too, spending our first Saturday back together in bed. I first had to remove the plug that Tom inserted the night before. All of Jerry's load had soaked in but by six AM, mine was taking it's place. Another fuck at nine AM added more and a third time at one PM topped him up. "Can we do a little role play?" Tom asked mid-afternoon. "Sure. What do you want to do?" I asked. It was good to see him talk about new things he wanted to try, regardless if he thought I might find them too weird. "Can you pretend you're pozzing me? I know Jerry is doing it, but I find it really hot when he tells me he's giving me the bug" Tom asked. "I'm not sure what to say, but I'll try" I told him. His dick was hard and jabbing into my abs, coating them with precum when I fucked him on his back an hour later. I had heard enough comments from Dennis to give me a good set of things to say. "You like feelin that poz dick diggin into your fertile cunt?" and "beg for my poz load... show me how bad you want to become my toxic bitch" and "Gonna be so fuckin hot to watch as my bug takes over your body" I growled out has I fucked Tom. A moment before I came, I asked "Is this gonna be the magic load?" Twelve days after Dennis had fucked his first charged load into my ass I woke up feeling rough. My throat was sore, the glands in my neck were swollen and my body ached. I left for work and instead checked into the motel. The desk clerk was the same one I'd fucked during my earlier stay and had a huge smile on his face. "Looks like an all nighter. The fire suppression system in the Spokane data center went off for no reason and we have to get everything back online" I told Tom after I'd gotten to the room. "Fuck... you're burnin up. You're the one that needs a fire extinguisher. Let me give you another big load of jizz to put out the fire" Dennis said. The sinister grin on his face showed me how proud he was to knock me up so quickly. I went home after a night away and collapsed on the bed. "Babe... you look like shit. You ran yourself down. Did you get any sleep last night?" Tom asked, looking over my sweaty, sore body. "About thirty minutes. It sucked. And there was this vent blowing ice cold air at me when I sat at the console" I whined, trying to put on a good show. Tom even canceled the meeting that night with Jerry to take care of me. By Friday, I was feeling better and watched Jerry give his own performance.

Recently I purchased my “now” favorite dildo, the 17” Pony Cock. I use it all the time since having my ass trained. Some of my regular Tops have been using it on me. Tonight one of my favorite Alpha men was available. He came over and slammed my ass hard and deep as usual. Once finished he took the Horse Toy from my night stand And began using it on me. This was the first time having it used in a real aggressive way. I still can’t take it all, but he was trying his best to make me take every inch. He got faster and harder. I was whimpering and tearing up. Finally my cock exploded and covered my body in cum all the way to my face. Completely hands free. He started kissing me as he pulled the Huge Toy out of me. Then fucked me one more time and gave me another load before leaving. Possibly the most satisfying hookup in weeks.

The bug chasing and gift giving sections on this site are quite popular, so the timing of when poz guys go on meds is directly relevant to a lot of the guys on the site since it's kinda obvious that the longer you stay off meds the more bug chasers you're likely to poz. The main study that people cite when they tell you to go on meds immediately after infection is the START study. You can read the result of the study here: Initiation of Antiretroviral Therapy in Early Asymptomatic HIV Infection That study divided people into 1) start right away, or 2) start when the person's CD4 (t-cell count) was around 350 (which is above 250 where the person would be diagnosed with AIDS). Most medical professionals will tell you that you improve your odds of staying healthy by going on meds as quickly as possible. And that's technically true, but the benefits of going on meds quickly aren't as large as they often imply. The first thing to realize is that the word "significant" in a scientific study has a different meaning than it does in everyday use. Statistical significance is directly related to the sample size used in the study (the number of people being studied). The rule of thumb is that sample sizes of 1,000 or more will result in statistically significant results. The START study had a sample size of 4,685. Because they have a sample size 4x bigger than is needed all of their results are statistically significant. So when you read the results of the study (or read someone talking about the study) you can ignore the word "significant" - in this context it doesn't mean what it means when it's used in everyday conversation. Since all the results are statistically significant, it's literally meaningless. It's like reiterating "…and that was concluded off of a large study". For starters their big measure was whether someone had significant health complications over the study period which was 3 years on average. 42 people in the immediate start had complications, 96 in the delayed start had complications (page 799). So yes, you're a bit more than twice as likely to have complications if you delay the start. BUT 42/2326 = 1.8% over 3 years (so 0.6% per year) vs 96/2359 = 4.1% over 3 years (so 1.4% per year). If it were a matter of doubling a 10% risk, I could see the point. And from a public health perspective I get the point. But from a personal perspective a 1.4% chance of a complication each year isn't that much. They actually say as much… So if you're someone who already has serious health issues that would be complicated by HIV - absolutely go on meds quickly, because every little bit can help you. Or if you want to make sure you don't transmit HIV to anyone else - absolutely go on meds quickly. But apart from issues like that - it's your body, your health - you're allowed to choose not to go on meds right away. Do what makes the most sense in your situation. The other issue with the study was that six of the (numerous) sponsors of the study were pharmaceutical companies. Most of the discussion of this study makes it sound like it's imperative that people start HIV meds immediately. I worked in pharmaceutical marketing in the late 90s. We recruited "thought leaders" who would push other doctors to do what the pharmaceutical companies wanted them to do. The fact that a study that said that "the absolute differences were fairly small" is getting spun to "you must go on meds immediately" - that's doctors saying what the pharma companies want them to say. The pharma companies got their thought leaders to convince other doctors to say that. When it's done well the process is really subtle. I know because that was literally our job (for other drugs/conditions) - the company I worked for published journal articles for pharma companies and organized promotional and non-promotional meetings for them. The non-promotional meetings were often fairly ethical (e.g. getting the word out to busy doctors about a new, effective drug). But in hindsight the promotional meetings and the journal articles (where bad results are never published) were usually really unethical. The promotional meetings were often at ski resorts, or golf clubs. Even the quickie follow-up meetings were at really expensive restaurants. I should also mention that the START study was published in 2015 and there's been more research since then that's pointed to other possible benefits of starting meds early. But the research I'm aware of is mostly about whether people can be completely cured of HIV at some point in the future and those studies have hinted that there's the possibility that having gone on meds quickly will help in that respect - but AFAIK there hasn't been any firm conclusions on that since only about two people have ever been permanently cured of HIV (via a procedure with a 20% fatality rate - they were cancer patients so the risk made sense). And I want to make clear - I'm absolutely opposed to the "never take meds" folks. Yes, you have the right to commit suicide, but I'm never going to encourage someone to do so. And it literally is suicide to not ever take meds, or to take them haphazardly once you need to start them. The medical/scientific community generally agrees that you absolutely should go on them when your CD4 drops into the 350 to 500 range. Please go on at least by that point. A 1.4% per year risk of mostly non-fatal problems isn't crazy. But in the mid-90s (before ARVs came out) I cared for a lover who died of AIDS - it's not pretty and it is literally suicidal to want that experience when there are meds to prevent it. As a bottom line I'll repeat - it's your body - make the informed decision that you're most comfortable with. Your doctor should not make you feel like you're crazy if you want to wait a bit to go on meds (provided your CD4 stays over the 350-500 range).

I was horned up and getting ready to open up my favorite website to look for ass. I had a hard ass cock and a 2 day load in my balls. Same shit today, but damn then I saw the headline "Sleazy Raw CumDump Bottom Taking loads". Pic 1 was an ass pic with cum dripping out, wearing a black jock. Pic 2 was a pic of a cock halfway in with cum all over it. Pic 3 was the bottom getting fucked from behind while sucking the cock of an older white man with a belly. The bottom with the pic had long black hair, beautiful light brown body, and his face censored out. His profile said he was 5'8, 125 pounds and for status it said "don't care". Damn my dick is throbbing now. I know I shouldn't but I want to so bad. I message him "hello" and almost a few seconds he replied. Should I click on it??? Do I really want to do this - I thought to myself. At this point I am jerking so hard. Don't want to cum yet. Fuck it. I'll check the message. "123 Main St, Apt 6, go into the back". Shit that's right down the street. Fuck it. I messaged him back "you ready" and a minute later he responded "yeah". So I started walking. Horny as hell. I finally get to his place and get to the back of the place where a 50-ish year old woman is doing some yardwork. "You lookn' for Jimmy?" I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know his name. What if she's talking about someone else?? Damn it "Well, I actually don't know his name". She laughed a little and looked at me and said "yeah, he's on the 3rd floor door the right" in sort of a judgy but humurous way. I walk up the stairs think at this point I am committed. I mean I knew I shouldn't, but okay this is the last time. I get to the door and open it and look for the bedroom. I walk towards where the techno music is playing and there is this total slut bent over on his bed waiting for my cock. I get dressed but there's an akward silence in the room. He was wearing a jock. The place looked like a mess. A laptop in front of him with the same website that we met on. His ass leaking cum. I stick it in now problem. Fuck the loads feel so warm and good. I didn't need any lube and I was finally deep. I start to fuck him slowly, then faster and faster. Oh fuck it felt so good, but I couldn't last more than a minute. He was moaning "oh yeah sir, oh yeah sir" as I fucked him nice and deep. "FUCKK I am gonna cum" and then my balls started to unload as he pushed me closer to him. I grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed. We didn't say a thing. I could hear him typing, assuming he was looking for his next load. I walked him thinking this was the last time. Of course it wasn't. I made me horny all night and it's all I could think about. The next day I wanted more and headed back to his place. This time I could last a little longer. But fuck I was addicted now. He always seemed to be online. I mean whenever I was online, he was online. Every time I stuck my dick in his slut ass, it was always filled with cum. He was close and easy. And always available. Sometimes I would try to look for some new ass but I would just waste time and go over to his place. I never ended up seeing his face. I could only imagine what he looked like.

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Part 1 Grey. His name, cold like steel. His face, angelic in nature. Chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, widows peak, and of course, eyes as grey as slate. A twink and a hunk, Grey was indeed a twunk. He had pecs large enough to be boobs, arms big enough to wrestle you down, and legs thick and mighty. Hairless on the torso, thick bushy brown pubes, and plenty of leg hair. The epitome of male grace and beauty. Now Grey always liked to visit his local gym, he took great pride in looking his best. But the main reason he visited was for the locker room. Big, sweaty, hairy balls here, jungles of pubes, forests of armpit hair, and treasure trails galore. Grey was addicted to body hair on men. He often caught himself staring at other men’s legs when they were wearing shorts, just to gain a glimpse of selfish satisfaction. Grey was, for all intents and purposes, a perverted boy. In fact, Grey liked to take pictures and record men changing in the locker rooms without their knowledge. After all, Grey was gay, and any chance to peek was worth a shot. One day, Grey was in the locker room when a big burly man walked past him. His massive balls flailing right to left, smacking his thighs. His cock hung down halfway to his knees, a true gift from god. Uncut, hairy as fuck, this man was built to rip a log in half. While Grey drooled over this man and his immeasurable length, he noticed a tattoo of a scorpion right on his left ass cheek. “Hey man, nice tattoo! Where did you get the inspiration for that?” Grey said, as he came over to strip down for a shower. “I got it after a really big life change for me. It represents a lot of things to me.” Grey didn’t think much of it, but he turned around and bent over to untie his shoes. Grey also had tattoos - a rainbow flag on his back. Of course, as you would imagine, the big dude noticed this tattoo, and darted his eyes to Grey’s hairy crack. Curly, thick, and juicy with tangy sweat, the man’s dick began to stiffen slightly. As Grey turned around, he noticed this, and he too began to pop a boner in the locker room. The man gestured him to follow, and they exited the main changing area to a private shower room. “I see you’re gay, boy. I’m Austin.” He said quietly, “I’m also gay, and… God. Fucking. Damn. You are one sexy little bitch.” Grey blushed, his cock hardening further. It was like someone inserted a steel rod into his throbbing cock. The ache of it was enough for Grey’s mind to light up - he was horny for Austin like he’d never been before. Maybe it was Austin’s sweat. Maybe it was all that body hair. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was his elephant cock and balls dangling between his thighs. “I’ve got the bug, kid.” Austin whispered, “I’m toxic. You don’t want me.” Instantly, Grey turned around, turned the shower on, placed his hands on the wall. “It’s about fucking time. I’m done living in fear. For fucks sake, stick your cock in me!” Austin’s cock popped right up, he was ready to infect Grey’s tight little pink hole. Austin reached around, grabbing Grey’s pecs, squeezing them as he slid his cock up and down Grey’s hairy crack and hole. The friction and sliding made Grey’s hole quiver and pucker in anticipation. He was ready. Austin reached out of the private shower room, grabbing his duffel bag and rummaged around until he procured a small, expensive looking vial. He popped the cap off and poured the liquid into his hand. Slathering it over his cock, he pressed against Grey’s hole. It wouldn’t go in. Grey struggled to handle his hole opening up. He hadn’t ever had a man this large try to enter him. He was in extreme pain. Once again, Austin’s magical bag of wonders procured a brown bottle with a yellow label. “Smell these. I promise, it helps. Here, let me show you.” Austin demonstrated. Grey took the bottle, moved out of the water, and pressed it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, the sweet chemical fragrance shot up his nose, burning slightly, and he held it in his lungs. Exhaling, he took another long whiff. And another. And another. And yet, another. Austin smiled. “You nasty, greedy little pig. Get ready.” Austin pressed against his hole again, harder, and much to Grey’s surprise, he slid in with a fair amount of ease. He opened up after a few minutes, allowing himself to adjust to the biggest dick he’d ever seen. Grey had fucked well over 100 men since he was 16. At 20, he was fucking his first poz cock. Austin ran deep, long strokes. Thrusting into Grey’s ass hungrily, threatening his very existence as a negative man. Over the course of 30 minutes Austin picked up his pace, fucking harder, deeper, longer, and stronger. His hand clasped over Grey’s mouth, as not to get caught. Austin got into Grey’s ear, “Here it comes boy. Last chance to say no. Your choice, but hurry up.” Austin removed his grip from his mouth. “Fuck - I need this. I want this. I have to be poz.” Grey was submissive, high pitched, and greedy in his words. Austin almost immediately let out a few loud grunts, plowing Grey into the shower wall. His load spurting into Grey. Grey was able to imagine his seed taking root inside of him - corruption, disease, filth, and decay. Grey came instantly, his thick viscous cum dripping to the floor, washing away In the flowing water. Austin pulled out, slapped his ass, winked and left Grey in the shower to himself. Grey was a nasty pig now. A dirty, nasty pig indeed. He was dead-set on fucking with this man every time they saw each other.

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Beautifully put. Of all the sexual Lusts that exist to be enjoyed, this - and permutations of it - are some of my very best memories of my life-partner. It drove me absolutely nuts with Lust watching him suck off Cocks, take loads up that beautiful ass ... I was so damn proud of him - such a sweet, beautiful man - and I miss him every day. Sometimes in the backrooms I pretend he's there with me - think to myself "hey, babe - how about that hot Cock? You'd love it up your sweet Hole" - all kinds of fun stuff. I know he would have loved this site.

I was traveling this past weekend to visit a friend who lives in Rehoboth and passed by Harrisburg, PA on my way through. There's a sex shop off the highway that I've always seen but never stopped in, but this time I was determined to check it out. When I arrived, there were 2 other cars there. I assumed one belonged to the worker and the other was a customer, so I figured maybe I'd at least to get suck one cock. I went inside and saw the video arcade immediately to the left. It took bills so I didn't even walk up to the guy at the counter, just ducked in to the left and started looking around. It was somewhat dark inside, and I noticed the booths were "buddy booths" where each booth had 1 screen to the left and the right and a small cubby area where you could stand to stroke your cock, either privately or to put on a show for your neighbor. I didn't see anyone else around so I ducked into a nearby booth, took the screen to the left, and put in a dollar. Scrolling through the videos, I found a nice one of a hot bear getting plowed raw by a muscular daddy. I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it when I saw a guy come into my booth and take the screen to the right. He was older, maybe late 50s/early 60s, grey and average build. He eyed up my (8" cut) cock as I was stroking it and pulled his own out. Seeing his daddy cock lit the hunger in me, I zeroed in my focus on his dick and licked my lips before getting down on my knees and taking it into my mouth. I was so horny, on my knees jerking my dick with a fat cock in my mouth where anyone could walk up on us. After a few moments of hungrily devouring his cock, he pulled me up to him to kiss me deep. I turned around and stepped back in the cubby space on my side of the booth, showing him my ass. He came up close behind me and bit down gently on my neck while he was rubbing my hole with his finger. I reach back and found his cock, positioning it at my pussy. He rubbed the head around but didn't seem to indicate that he wanted to fuck. I was a little disappointed but still turned on. Just then, another man came walking into our booth and found me up against the wall with my pants down, and another man behind me with his pants down as well. He assumed I was getting fucked, and said how hot it was. He was pretty hot- tan, fit, maybe early-mid 40s with short dark hair. Wearing a dark blue polo tucked into tan khakis, he looked like he was on his way home from work. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock, it was beautiful. About 8", cut, big low hanging balls, nice dark bush. I immediately turned around and bent over, sucking it into my mouth while the man behind me continued to rub his cock on my hole. The new guy still thought I was getting fucked and was asking him about how my ass felt, was I tight, was he fucking me good, etc. I was a bit coy and didn't wanna disappoint him, so I just kept sucking his dick and licking his balls. He kept calling me boy and himself daddy - it was really turning me on. He bent down to whisper in my ear how he wanted to bring me back to his house and breed the fuck out of my hole. At one point another, older man came upon our little scene but 'daddy' was being kind of protective over me and not letting him join in, only watch. Honestly that turned me on even more with him acting like I was his property after only knowing me for a few minutes. The new older guy was enjoying the show at least, and kept egging the other two on. They all commented on how much of a slut I was and how much i loved getting used by these strangers in a sex shop. Eventually, the man behind me got a bit tired or something and kind of stopped playing with my hole. I stood up straight to stretch a bit and daddy got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. Normally I don't like to cum first until I've satisfied my tops, but this guy was hot and I wanted to please him, so I gave him my load all over his face like he wanted. I was pretty bummed when he zipped up and left pretty quickly after that - I looked for him after, but he was gone. I really wanted his dick in me. Probably about 15 minutes had passed with the three of us in the booth. I walked back out after straightening my clothes and noticed a few more guys lingering about the common area. Two were guys of hispanic descent and the third was a muscle white guy in an orange tank top. Even though I had just cum I was still horny and determined to get at least 1 load before I hit the road. Walked into the bathroom briefly to look in the mirror and blow my nose (was running a bit from deep throating daddy's big dick) and headed back out. I didn't see the muscle stud, so I ducked into a booth and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. Before long, one of the latino guys came up in my booth and wasted no time pulling out his cock. It was nice and hard, cut, about 6". Wanting to get to the point, I got right on my knees and started sucking. From the corner of my eye, I saw him motioning with his hand like he was beckoning someone else over. Suddenly, the muscle stud came up next to him and I was so happy - i wanted him badly. I started rubbing the front of his shorts and felt a nice bulge. The latino guy was positioning himself back behind me in the cubby area, and starting to play with my hole while I freed the muscle man's cock from his pants. I gasped at how thick it was, and how big his balls were. It wasn't the longest cock, but its girth and his giant balls were incredible. "It's so big..." i said. "Yea" was all he said in response. I bent over and took in my mouth while the latino guy took this chance to briefly eat out my hole. Soon, I felt his cock at my entrance. Without asking, or any mention of condoms or status, he slid in my ass raw and started to fuck me. I was tight and taken a bit by surprise, but also extremely turned on at being used like this, so I pulled up a bit and leaned all my weight fully against the muscle stud's strong chest as I took his friend's quick thrusts up my hole. Muscle boy pulled me up for a kiss, which was surprisingly tender, as his latino friend started to pick up the pace in my hole. After a minute or two, he started to cum in me, again with asking or saying anything. When he was done, he turned me around so my back and ass were facing the muscle stud, and pulled my head down on his nipples to suck. He whispered in my ear to "hold my pussy open for his dick" as I felt muscle dude moving up behind me to mount my ass. I was scared because of how big it was and how tight I was, but they didn't care. He slid into my used hole without waiting for permission and I started to moan pretty loudly with how thick it was. He started picking up his pace after a minute and I could feel his giant balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. It was incredibly hot. After another minute or two, he announced he was getting ready to cum. He looked over to his friend who was in front of me, holding me as I got fucked, saying "gonna breed him". A few seconds later he let out several manly grunts and deposited his stud cum deep in my faggot pussy. Like a good whore I thanked them as they pulled up their pants and left me dripping cum in the booth. As I was walking out behind them, I saw them leaving together. Not sure if they're a couple, or just some buds that like to fuck sluts together, but either way it was the hottest double breeding i've had in a long time.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another short one, but since I'm still working on the last chapter it may get longer. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Part 1 Tom and I had been together for six years and had been living together for four. Both of us were in our early thirties (33 for me, 32 for him) and we complemented each other. He was the outgoing, social one and I was close to being an introvert. I stood in the back and observed and then jumped in when I felt comfortable. He was fashionable and kind of fit the smooth gym bunny stereotype and I was the slightly hairy, nerdy guy with glasses and a beard. I was in IT guy, after all. The sex was what made it really work. He was a bottom with a hot ass and some amazing muscle control. We both could get aggressive in bed, or wherever we were fucking, and he liked feeling my thick eight inches pounding into his ass until he got filled with my cum. I liked being on top and while I had bottomed a few times, I didn't really enjoy it. We opened our relationship a year ago after drooling over some other guys at the bar. I think the conversation went something like me asking Tom "You've been staring at that guy for the past hour. Do you want a free pass to go see if he wants your sexy butt?" and him replying "Only if you go find some hole to tap too." He went home with the guy and wandered back home about ten the next morning. I spent the rest of the night plunging my dick into four different guys in the restroom. The last one was our friend Dennis, the city's horniest ginger cub. The last time I fucked Dennis was right before I met Tom and once my dick was back into his ass all those memories came flooding back. "What's the deal? Did you two break up or finally open your relationship?" Dennis asked after we made our way back to the bar to order something to quench our thirst. "I think we're trying to see if we're ok screwing other guys and then going back home together" I replied. "Except he left with the other guy and you stayed here trying to fuck every slut that bent over in the bathroom" he said, winking at me. "I didn't hear you complain when my dick went back in your ass after all these years. How many loads did I sink my dick into? You were pretty fucking sloppy... I would have lasted longer if it didn't feel so good with all those stranger's loads in you" I replied. "Five and then yours for six. I hope that's not the last time that happens" Dennis said before giving me a quick kiss and going home. The next morning when Tom came home, we had some of the most amazing sex. That evening at dinner we both agreed that open was the way to go and that we'd tell each other if we found we were getting too attached to our other partners. Little did I know that wasn't going to be the problem. Getting attached was never a problem for me since, other than Dennis and Tom, I didn't really fuck the same guy more than a couple times. It was a big advantage of being a top around here, since there were so many bottoms. Sometimes we'd tell each other about our hookups and other times we didn't. I think it was the good ones we talked about more, but if one of us had tried something new we'd see if the other one might be into it too. One night Tom came back a lot sooner than I expected. It kind of pissed me off since I was still looking for some hole to drill. "What happened?" I asked. "Dude told me he was poz now, right as he shoved his dick in me. It killed the mood for me and I got dressed and left" Tom said. I shook my head and replied "He should have told you that before you got naked. Were you going to play safe?" I asked. We both preferred to fuck bareback and we did with guys we knew well, but otherwise covered up. Well, he did... I think. Guys like Dennis I knew were poz, but they were undetectable and I never hesitated to fuck him bare. Tom's friend Patrick was the same, undetectable and had filled Tom's ass numerous times. "We had fucked several times before and the last couple were bare, but he was neg then" Tom replied. "Maybe. When was your last hookup with him? Do you know when he converted?" I asked. "About a month ago was our last fuck. I didn't stick around to discuss how and when he got pozzed" Tom replied, sounding a little disgusted that we were even talking about it. "Not much time between your hookups, then. He might have been poz the last time you fucked. It's about time for our regular tests anyway. How about tomorrow?" I asked. Unfortunately, Tom's mood ended any thoughts that I could fuck and fill him with my own load. Worse, I didn't think I could leave him for a hookup that night either, so I went to bed horny as fuck. For the first time, Tom was nervous when we hit the clinic to get our blood tests done. He wasn't much fun to be around and an even worse fuck that night. Dennis was happy to fill in when I decided I didn't want to fuck my boyfriend until his attitude improved. I guessed that would be when he got the test results in a few days. Indeed, when the results came back negative for both of us, he was back to his old self. I wondered how long that was going to last. Six weeks later he was freaked out again. Another negative test result and then two months later there was another freak out. I told him he was being a drama queen, packed some things and walked out with my suitcase full of a weeks worth of clothes. A hundred messages came from him, begging me to come back. After a few days I told him to meet me at a cafe to talk.

Hoping to be there tomorrow to load some hot cumdumps, msg me if you're going, 18-45ish preferred.

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I never cease to be amazed at the way people automatically lay the blame for everything going wrong at the present moment at the feet of the current president as though he personally had caused it all, or could somehow magically fix it. We should just change the name of the office to Scapegoat-In-Chief. A president inherits a set of circumstances and societal and financial trends that were set in motion long before he took office, enacted at least by his predecessor if not even further back. I’m reminded of a houseboat my father once owned - it was a gargantuan vessel, and once you got the damn thing moving, there was no way to bring it to a quick stop or make a sudden turn. It had a momentum all its own. Joe Biden, contrary to all the trash talk, is not mentally incapacitated by age. He is not feeble-minded or suffering from dementia. His level of cognitive function is obviously normal. He is not incompetent. He is, however, hamstrung on one side by a Republican side of Congress hell-bent on derailing any forward progress he may try to make just because he’s trying to make it, and on the other side by two obstructionists in his own party who have frustrated any possibility the Democrats might have had to leverage their slim majority. His hands are tied. Please. You absolutely cannot expect to be taken seriously if you attempt to categorize Trump’s litany of outrageous behavior as “a few mean tweets”. By objective, fully documented standards - beyond bias or question - Donald Trump is a habitual liar. He lied to the American people repeatedly on a daily basis for his entire term of office. By the standards of federal ethics - as I as a former federal executive branch employee can attest - he callously threw the ethical constraints that govern public servants out the window in breathtaking fashion. The grift, graft and nepotism that took place were thinly concealed when they were concealed at all. Violations of law, such as the Hatch Act, went blatantly unaddressed (such things can cost a federal employee his job). And all this is quite aside from the fact - fact, sir - that the man was impeached, and only survived his trial in the Senate by the craven political capitulation of cowards. It is quite, quite aside from the mounting body of indisputable evidence, much of it directly from the testimony of his own subordinates, that Donald J. Trump did attempt to overthrow the results of a free and fair election and remain in power by way of a coup, in which he spurred on a mob of his supporters to make a violent and seditious attack upon the seat of American democracy. Or aren’t you paying attention? This is what you’ll take over Joe Biden? This is what you’ll take over a bit of economic discomfort that anyone who weathered the ration stamps of the Second World War or the energy crisis of the 1970s would laugh at? These are not “the worst of times”. They’re not even in the running. They may be worse than we’ve seen in a while, but frankly, we’ve been spoiled in recent years by markets running higher than their actual value, and an economy acting as though the planet wasn’t on course to bake itself to death. The piper has to be paid, there’s no getting around it. It’s not Biden’s fault that the chickens of the Industrial Age are coming home to roost. But the last, the very, very, very last thing the nation needs right now is a self-absorbed narcissist in its highest office who loves money, hates windmills, scorns the rule of law, turns the truth on its head, and sets the people at each other’s throats. ’Mean tweets’ were the very least of his sins.

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Spoken like a true (real) man! For the record….. if I didn’t cum while you were breeding me you don’t need to ask me if I need to cum. I will take care of myself later. Probably while I am feltching your load out.

Over the weekend i was at the mall and was lucky enough to have some fun. Cruising the urinals a guy caught my eye and had me follow him to a quiet corner in a department store. Once there he told me to get on my knees to which he grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch while lowering the waistband of his joggers. After rubbing his cock on my face he asked me to follow him to his truck. Followed him over, hopped in the back seat and started sucking his cock. About half way through he said he had a friend that was around and looking as well and if he could text him. I said "mhm" through a mouthful of cock. After he finished he got out and his friend got in and i proceeded to suck his cock as well. After both were finished i was kicked out and left in the parking lot. I loved being used and abused like a little cocksleeve.

I keep a glass of piss nearby, take a shot every now and then 😵

Yup.. that sums it up! Not looking for romance I have been with very hot guys and few of them sucked at sex. I could had more fun with a dildo. I have been with really ugly guys where when we met I almost turned around and left but stayed because i was needed to get fuck. They turned out to be some of the best tops, very kinky and open to anything. One I see again every once in a while the face is not the best but has a great cock and one hell of a kinky very dominant top love playing with him and once in a while with his friend. He has all kinds of toys, tables benches. I dont look at the face but I will submit to he's kink!

I just had a birthday so I’ve had the last few days off Thursday-Sunday. I’ve taken at least 10 loads since then. The last only being 10 mins ago. He stayed the night after releasing a load and I woke up to him pumping in another.

Part 4 My own following substantially grew. It’s been exactly 5 years since I became poz. With rampaging sex parties, massive breedings, and hundreds of men later, I can confirm at least 1,000 people who have become infected directly because of me, or my followers. With the goal of infecting as many people as possible, I continued my pursuit of neg holes. At this time, I was living abroad in Mexico, as part of my new lavish life. My followers funded me through various payment systems, and I had honestly become quite profitable. Thousands of dollars a week flowed into my accounts. Supporters around the world supported my mission to poz every last guy I could. Being 23, it was easy to get any guy I wanted. On a gorgeous beach in Matzalan, an adorable boy sat on a rainbow beach towel. I couldn’t help but stare him down. My thirst and hunger for him grew by the minute. His dark skin glistened with sweat, he was hairless too. Dark hair that was styled in a modern way tussled with the breeze. I walked over to him to determine if he was truly attracted to men. I learned his name was Andreas, a cute name for a cute boy. I never asked his age, frankly, I didn’t care. I sat next to him and talked about my life, being gay - what sex was like for me. Andreas was extremely interested in this. Yes, I had this one in the bag. An easy hole, for an easy poz. Andreas and I made out on the beach, no one else seemed to care. I ran my hand over his cock to incite his hormones. He pulled my hand off, and I realized… He wanted to go somewhere private. Thankfully my hotel was sitting on the beachfront property behind us. I brought him inside. We both hopped in the shower together, kissing each other. His tongue was playing twister with mine, wet and sloppy. He was gentle, but I was vigorous, and aggressive. He seemed to like me taking him over. I had successfully hijacked his emotions. I tugged on his cock, pulling him into me. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his small ass - working my fingers into his extremely tight hole. “I’m a virgin.” Andreas said, with a Spanish Mexican accent, “I’m not sure if I’m ready or not.” Andreas bit his lip, staring at my cock. I knew he wanted it. He knew I wanted him. After continuing to make out in the hot shower, I convinced him to take my cock, raw and natural. He agreed reluctantly and asked for me to pull out before I came. I had no intention of doing so. He was mine and he didn’t even know why yet. We exited the shower, and I picked him up in my arms. He was such a small boy, light and thin. I carried him to the bed, and gently laid him back. With finesse, I got over him between his legs, stroking his hair. I touched his lips, nibbled his ears, gave him hickeys, and taunted his throbbing cock. I saw his eyes begging for more from me, he was so innocent and hormone ridden it was almost disgusting. Nonetheless, I would never pass up this opportunity in a million years. I had decisive control over my body now, and he was about to be decisively bred. I was gentle on him, I didn’t want to alarm the poor boy. I slid my finger in very gently, he quivered and whimpered as I massaged his prostate. I curved my finger downwards, and pulled out, scratching the lining of his juicy ass. He let out a bit of a whimper, and I apologized. I didn’t mean it. I needed a way to take him. I slid my cock in real slow, and began to beat on his prostate. His moans were high pitch and submissive. He loved it. I pounded his ass harder and harder as became more accustomed to my cock. Soon enough he was damn near yelling. Calling out my name, “Fuck! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me harder!” He was completely submitted to me. It was time to make my move. “I’m gonna cum. I need to pull out now.” I said, then I moved in to kiss him. This was to prevent him from saying anything more. “Can I please cum inside of you?” My face was only inches away, and we were sharing breaths from each other. I gave him a really good thrust and he moaned out “Cum inside me! Please!” So I did. I blew a load so toxic and so potent, a super infected load was sure to ruin him. I had claimed another hole, and another soul. During my stay in Mazatlan, we fucked many more times. About 3 weeks later he came down with the flu, and at this time I packed my bags and left the city. Andreas was on his own, a converted bottom. Little did I know, this cute Mexican boy would be the last one I ever pozzed. Just weeks later an opportunistic infection took my life as my lungs gave way to a respiratory disease. My army of vital soldiers March on in my place. Spreading my foul corruption around the globe. Thousands of men had converted because of me, and thousands more would. I had refused to take drugs for HIV. I knew eventually it would claim me. Being poz wasn’t my identity, it was my lifestyle. Suppressing it would be a disgrace. Forevermore, as time proceeded, my army joined me in hell, where we fucked like animals amidst the heat. Conclusion I know this isn’t the exact ending that anyone likely wanted. However, this ending came to me in a dream last night after writing part 3. I woke up horny as fuck, and I knew that regardless of what the reader wanted, my poz hungry brain wrote the final scene to this fantasy subconsciously. It would be a shame not to honor my most primal instincts by writing something else. My character lived a wonderful life filled with sex and glory, thanks to Darren and his father.

Part 3 He was right. I was hard and staring at Dennis' naked body wasn't making it go down. It took me less than a minute to shed my clothes and before I could sit back down, Dennis' mouth engulfed my cock. It was a more vigorous blowjob than he usually gave me. I would have thought that as baked as he was and having just gotten fucked, he'd be more laid back. He bobbed, sucked, and licked my dick for a few minutes before pulling off and looking up at me. He smiled briefly before turning to face the couch. With his chest on the cushions, his hairy ass called to me just like dozens of times before, but this time the call was really strong. I always liked to taste the cum inside a slut's hole and this time was no different. He was clenching his ass tight, trying to keep at least two loads inside. The moment my tongue hit his ring, he relaxed and a blob of cum leaked out. My taste buds were in overdrive, savoring the cream that was coating my tongue. A tongue that was soon poking inside his hole and getting covered in spooge. There was no need to lube up his pussy and my brain knew that, but I stood there a little longer just for the sheer pleasure of tasting the cum and his ass. My little head took over and soon was feeling the cum coat him when I slid my achingly hard cock into the slick chute barely a minute later. I slowly plowed in and out, trying to not force any of the pearly cum out. Dennis was always a verbal bottom, encouraging his tops to enjoy his pussy, fuck deeper, harder or faster. On rare occasions he would become a power bottom, but that was usually when he hadn't been fucked in a while. This time, the his comments emphasized the poz ass I was fucking. When I started to fuck him harder, he asked "Like that toxic swill your dick is plowing into?" and then he said "Rico just converted... his jizz is really potent" and then "Tony's is pretty hot too... only took a couple fucks to tag Rico." I laughed, mostly ignoring what Dennis was saying, since I enjoyed drilling the cum filled chute. "You want my neg seed in that slutty ass?" I asked, feeling him work his ass muscles around my cock as I got closer to orgasm. "Yeah, but for how much longer?" Dennis asked, followed by an evil laugh and a hard squeeze around my cock. That was all my body needed and I immediately began to shoot strong volleys of cum into the sloppy hole. I hadn't fucked in a few days and with work being crazy there wasn't time to even jack off. It made me shoot even harder than normal. "Damn... You needed to unload. Have you fucked anyone since you walked out on Tom?" Dennis asked after the last spurt fired out. "Just the night manager at the hotel. Bred him in the office while the desk clerk watched. Would have done the desk clerk too if some other guest hadn't rung the bell" I said as my breathing slowed. Dennis grabbed a glass butt plug off the table and forced it into his ass. My body felt better than normal after a good fuck but I still wanted to know about the solutions he had mentioned before we had sex. "So... what are your ideas?" I asked. Dennis got comfortable again on the other end of the couch and he reloaded the pipe. He took a long hit and passed it over. I took one too and by then he was exhaling the smoke. "Tom won't be able to forget about his thoughts of wanting to get pozzed. The thoughts are like the virus itself. They dig in deep and won't let go. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not the only one. Ask Patrick or Sean or Donny. Even Eli. They all went through it and fought it off until the virus was inside them too" he said. I nodded, slowly understanding what Tom had said. "You said you didn't like ultimatums or simple choices, but let me give you a suggestion. Get pozzed and be the one to give it to Tom. It will bond you closer than you could ever imagine" Dennis said. "You said a couple ideas. What else?" I asked, shocked that he'd even suggest something that insane. "Set up a conversion party. Get some viral tops to breed him all night. It might take a few tries to get the bug to take, but it's a fun time for all" he said. "Oh... and probably the worst idea is to find one of those [banned word] that will pay to poz up a guy. You take a chance that Tom will get attached to the guy that gave him what he wanted and you two break up anyway" Dennis added. "You don't think it's just a passing phase until he finds some other fantasy to hook on to?" I asked. Dennis shook his head 'no' and then said "As I said, I've been there. No matter what you try, it keeps coming back. Usually stronger and once you make it through all those other fantasies, guess what's still there?" What about PrEP? He can take as many of those viral loads as he wants and not worry about getting infected" I asked. "That will hold him for a little while, but as he gets used to getting bred full of toxic loads, the thoughts are going to come back. He'll either stop taking the meds or 'forget' to take them and end up with some random guy charging him up. I still think the first idea is by far the best. Patrick, Sean and I did the second one. It took us two parties to get charged up. It could have been we just needed that booster shot or the guys were more effective the second time. But... neither of us know who did it and I'd like a connection with that someone" Dennis said. A moment later, Dennis said "Donny went the prep route and it only delayed his pozzing by a year." Through my pot fogged mind what he was saying made a lot of sense. I had never worried too much about catching anything from guys I hooked up with. Six years with Tom as my only sex partner pushed that worry way, way back in my mind. I would never suck a dripping dick or fuck a hole with warts or sores, but otherwise the pleasure of fucking a guy was my priority. I'd caught a few of the regular STDs before I met Tom, but hadn't gotten any since we opened our relationship up. "You seem to really get off when I fuck you with poz loads in you. Why?" I asked. "Every time you've fucked me since you two opened your marriage I've had at least one unmedicated load in me. That's over a dozen times. You know that tops can get pozzed too, right? I was kind of hoping it would happen and you would give Tom the bug and end his chase" Dennis said. The marriage comment grated at me, but I knew that most of our friends considered us de facto married. Apparently gay guys that live together for more than a year are common law married, compared to seven years for straights. "What? How long have you known that's what he wanted?" I asked.

Mr. Miller strapped Brian’s hands and legs in the harness, caressing his slave’s skin as he went. Some masters tattooed their slaves. Others even branded him. Both ideas made his cock throb. A biohazard tattoo was surely going to happen, but Mr. Miller didn’t know just how far he wanted to go. He would use Brian beyond merely fucking him; he would have him go out and buy him things, run errands, all the things that wasted his valuable time, so he couldn’t send him out with tattoos all over his face, attracting attention. Still, something permanent, something other than his strain, would get his blood flowing each time he saw it. It would take some planning on his part. Once Brian was restrained, Mr. Miller lined his cock up with his hole, a glob of precum oozing out. “I hope for your sake, you’ve been a bottom slut with an open pussy to any and all men, opening you up, because other than my precum, there will be no lube.” He shoved forward, the head of his cock sliding past Brian’s initial ring and causing his slave to arch his back in pain. The trance kept Brian under Mr. Miller’s control, but it didn’t stop him from feeling pain and reacting to it. It just stopped him from running away from what he secretly wanted. Mr. Miller could have told his slave to let him inside, to relax his muscles, but the resistance caused the nerves of his cock to scream out in pleasure. The young man had said that he wasn’t a virgin, but he clearly wasn’t fucking as much as other college students. Years ago, Mr. Miller had been fucking one of his students every day for half a semester; that was before he was poz or had been able to create videos hypnotizing his prey. The last he heard, that student had moved to California, stared in a few pornos, and then vanished. He had been a good fuck, but his need to be equally pleasured had been such a hassle. Perhaps that is why Mr. Miller had set out to find a way to make fucking all about himself. After years of cycling through men, he learned that he only cared about his own dick. Brian’s hole slowly opened up to Mr. Miller’s thick cock, but the way his legs and arms shook with every inch forced inside, it was clearly painful. Veins started showing along his body from the strain. There were poppers in the cabinet, but Mr. Miller rarely used them on slaves. There were times when he wanted them spun out, but this wasn’t the time. He wanted his slave to feel everything. Being numb was not allowed in sex. Mr. Miller stopped forcing himself in once his cock was halfway inside Brian’s hole. The slave’s body was covered in sweat, glistening under the red light. The trance kept its hold, but a look of pain and pleasure still spread across Brian’s face. Without the television in front of him, the pain would bring to the surface a bit of Brian’s uncontrolled mind. Not enough for him to fight back, but enough to cry out in ecstasy when the time was right. Even with the gag, he would cry. “Have you ever had a dick this big before, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, slowly pulling his dick out. Brian shook his head. “And does my dick live up to what you always imagined?” He nodded. “Do you want my poz cum?” He nodded again, vigorously. “Good,” Mr. Miller said, knowing his slave would get it regardless of his answer. Even under the red light, he could see streaks of blood already covering his dick. Brian’s sensitive skin was making his job all too easy. He’d be a toxic slut in no time. If the plan hadn’t been for Brian to drop out of college, having him on campus for all the young men to fuck and contract Mr. Miller’s strain would have been a great idea. Perhaps, he thought, we can still make that happen. He shoved his dick back into his slave’s hole, moving beyond where he had stopped before. Brian’s body shook, his back trying to lift out of the harness as his legs and arms tried hard to escape their restraint. What remained of Brian was trying to fight back. Clearly, under normal circumstances, Brian would have run for the hills if Mr. Miller had tried fucking him this way without putting him in a trance. There were few men who could take his dick, and even fewer who could do so without lube. Luckily, his bottoms made their own lube one way or another. “Time to bottom out,” Mr. Miller said, shoving the rest of his dick into Brian’s ass. As his balls slapped against his slave’s ass, Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. There was no scream, even with the ball gag in place. The trance removed his ability to scream unless requested. And while Mr. Miller loved to hear his slaves and any man scream when he fucked them, the room they were in wasn’t soundproofed. The basement, on the other hand, where Brian would be living, was a different story. He could do whatever he wanted to his slave there without anyone hearing a thing. Mr. Miller reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around Brian’s throat. “I won’t choke you yet,” he told his slave, holding on as he slowly slipped his dick out of the young man’s hole and shoved it back inside. Brian’s body shuddered with each forceful entry, a groan escaping. “You like having that gag in your mouth?” Mr. Miller asked. Unable to speak, his slave nodded. “Would you like your own balls in your mouth?” He nodded again. “Maybe we’ll get them long enough so you can manage to get them in your mouth. Haven’t seen that done before. I know several men who would pay big bucks to see a video of you trying.” The video from his office had already been sent to several men who Mr. Miller knew, all of whom were Masters themselves. Mr. Miller created hypnosis videos for them for the right price, though everything truly special he kept for himself. Already since that afternoon, Mr. Miller had received messages congratulating him on his new slave. Everyone was impressed. Mr. Miller’s thrusts were no longer being met with the same resistance as before. A combination of his precum and Brian’s blood allowed for a persistent rhythm to be created. It had been almost two weeks since Mr. Miller had fucked someone (his neighbor Matt), and several days since he had jerked off. He had been saving up his load so he could fill Brian’s hole with as much toxic cum as possible. Normally, he was a huge shooter, but after days of buildup, he’d be a fucking geyser. It would take some time before he’d know if his slave was pozzed, but there was little doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t manage the task that night. His track record proved this. Many a one-night stand contacted him, telling him that he had pozzed them. A few had been angry, most worshiped at his feet, no trance required. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” Mr. Miller said, the hand not around Brian’s throat now taking hold of his slave’s balls. “Understand, slave, that you no longer have an asshole. You have a pussy. It’s made to be fucked.” Brian tried to say something, but the gag kept him muffled. “What was that?” Mr. Miller taunted. “Did you try to say, ‘My pussy is made to be fucked by your enormous cock, Master,’?” Brian nodded. “That’s right. Your whole body was made for me,” Mr. Miller said. “Your mind, no one gives a shit about. It’s worthless. Just look at the grade you deserved in my class. Pathetic. Your body, however, is the only thing that matters, and it’s mine.” His hand could feel how hard his slave was trying to catch his breath. His Adam’s Apple kept moving along his palm. Mr. Miller squeezed a bit tighter. “You know, a man’s neck was made to be used as a hold,” he told his slave. “A top needs something thick to hold onto.” He looked down at Brian’s cock which was swelling within the cock cage, bits of flesh sneaking out as his dick cried to be released. “So is a man’s dick when you have them in a sling. You grab on and use it to fuck harder.” He squeezed Brian’s balls again, another wave of pain coursing through his slave’s body. “The balls, on the other hand, are simply fun to torture.” As he continued fucking his slave, Mr. Miller noticed something which made his dick even harder. Each time he bottomed out, there was a slight movement in his slave’s abdomen. His dick was so long and Brian’s body so skinny, that he could see his dick moving inside his slave’s gut. It almost looked as if an alien was trying to get out. Mr. Miller released Brian’s throat and instead focused his attention on his slave’s balls. As before, he gripped around the scrotum and made them tight, the two egg-like balls veiny and visible. “Have you ever wondered why our testicles, the most delicate part of the male anatomy, hangs outside the body?” Brian shook his head. “So I can do this.” Mr. Miller slapped Brian’s balls, watching as his slave jumped in the sling, his pulling causing more pain as his master’s hold remained firm. “You’ll learn to love that feeling. You’ll get off on it. You’ll feel honored when I torture your balls. You’ll want me to stand on them, crushing them like grapes. It’ll get you off.” Brian’s body continued to shake as Mr. Miller fucked him. He could tell that he was about to cum. He dropped Brian’s balls and grabbed hold of his neck again, this time using both hands. His grip was stronger this time, the veins along his slave’s neck jutting out. “I’m going to give you my toxic load, slave,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting harder, trying to make as much damage inside as possible. “You’re going to take my poz cum and make it into a depraved creation, taking over your body.” His grip tightened as his balls rose up, waves of pleasure spreading from his groin and reaching every part of his body. “Fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!” He burrowed himself deep into his slave’s ass and held still, feeling himself shoot ten shots of cum into Brian’s bloodied ass. His hands released his slave’s neck and grabbed hold of his nipples, twisting them. A shudder rushed over Brian as a tiny bit of cum leaked out of his caged cock, pooling and then running down his side onto the floor. “What a pathetic last neg load,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m going to pull out of your pussy. Don’t let any of my cum escape.” He pulled out his dick and felt his slave’s hole close tight, not a single drop leaking out. He went to the cabinet and removed two items: a butt plug and a toothbrush. “Let’s make sure we fulfill your fantasy,” Mr. Miller said, holding the toothbrush out for Brian to see, knowing there would be no reaction. He shoved the bristled end into his slave’s ass and started scraping inside as hard as he could. Brian’s body shuddered, but he didn’t fight. This toothbrush was lucky, having been used on several men, all of whom converted. If it ain’t broke, Mr. Miller thought. After almost three minutes of constant brushing, Mr. Miller removed the brush and examined the bristles. Even under the red light, he could see blood. “Perfect,” he said, placing the toothbrush on Brian’s stomach and shoving the butt plug inside his pussy. Just as with Mr. Miller’s dick, his slave put up a bit of a resistant fight. “This will keep my gift where it needs to be,” he said. “My cum is the most precious substance to you. It’s more precious than water or food to you. You crave my cum. Understand?” His slave nodded. “What you experienced tonight was loving,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll see my brutality soon enough, so treasure these moments when you can. However, you’ll learn to love everything I do to you because all you crave is my attention.” He removed the gag from his slave’s mouth and threw it to the floor. “Open,” he said, grabbing Brian’s chin with one hand and the toothbrush in the other. Mr. Miller inserted the bristles into his slave’s mouth and started brushing his teeth. “What you’re tasting is the delicious delicacy of my poz cum and your blood. Enjoy it. You’ll be craving this flavor soon enough.” Mr. Miller undid the restraints and helped his slave out of the sling. Brian was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed to stay upright as Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and retrieved a collar. It wasn’t one of the ones which was made of rough material, certified to make a slave bleed, but it was made of leather and was one of Mr. Miller’s favorites. He put it around Brian’s neck and pulled tight, watching as it pressed into the skin. His slave could still breathe, but it would cause him some discomfort. “On all fours,” Mr. Miller commanded. His slave complied, slowly moving down onto his hands and knees, the butt plug sticking out of his pussy. “Follow me,” Mr. Miller said, turning and leaving the room. Brian followed as quickly as he could, crawling on his hands and knees a new experience. He followed his Master down the hall to a door on which more locks were seen. “This is where you will live from now on,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door to reveal wooden stairs leading down to the basement. “Since I’m a kind Master, I’ll allow you to walk down rather than crawl.” Brian stood up and followed Mr. Miller downstairs where there was a room containing more slings, more benches, a mattress covered in stains, a crate, chains on the walls, and several television screens mounted in each corner. The air was cold, causing Brian’s nipples to harden and his cock to shrink. “This is where you sleep,” Mr. Miller said, pointing to the crate. It was big enough to fit a person, but it would be a tight fit. “And to make sure that we keep you under my control,” he went to the televisions and turned them on, the same strobe effect and noise from the living room appearing on each screen. “Even while you’re asleep, the messages within the videos will enter your mind, changing it, poisoning it. There is no escaping my purpose. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” the slave said, his voice raspy. Mr. Miller went to a chest in which he kept several items of apparel. The one he wanted was at the top since he had thrown it there only the day before. It was the jock strap he had worn every day to the gym for the past month. It was stained with sweat, piss, and cum. It reeked, but the odor made his cock hard. “You will wear this,” he said, handing his slave the jock strap. “Anything I give you to wear will contain my scent. You will get high off of my stench. You will crave me more than life itself. Is this what you want, slave?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want.” The slave took the jock strap and put it on, the pouch looking a bit odd with the cock cage inside. “Get inside,” Mr. Miller said, opening the cage door. Brian crawled back onto his hands and knees and entered the cage, his Master locking it behind him. Mr. Miller left the basement, the lights turned off with the television screen still playing the video. Brian curled up on the floor of the cage, his eyes focused on the television screen, his body not only soaking in the subliminal messages from Mr. Miller but also his Master’s toxic cum.

Part 2 Tom looked like shit which was rare for him. "Look, I'm not going to live like this. You have a few options" I said. I had rehearsed this because I really didn't want to leave him. I came up with a few good options and one crazy one, which I told him calmly while he softly sobbed. In hindsight, it was one good option, one bad option, one selfish option and one crazy one. "One, we can walk away and give up on almost seven great years. Two, we can close our relationship back up. Or at least you can, since I like hooking up with other guys and haven't had any issues other than a few mediocre fucks. Three, you can go on PrEP so you can let anyone fuck you and not have to worry about getting infected with HIV. I think we can deal with the other curable ones and they come with having lots of partners. Or four, you can go get yourself pozzed up, go on meds and not have to worry about catching it again, like Dennis" I said. I took one more sip of the crappy Malbec and stood up, adding "Let me know what you decide" before I walked back to my hotel. "You told him what?!?!" Dennis exclaimed when I talked to him the next day. "Well, I could only come up with the one good idea and I don't like to give ultimatums. I don't want to leave him and only allowing me to play on the side is a selfish choice since I'm not going to give it up and he's proven he can't do it well. So... I basically told him to get on PrEP or we were done" I told Dennis. "Uh... you gave him a choice and based on how scared he is of losing you, he might take the easy way out. You told him it was ok, too, since it was one of the options you told him. I do know a couple guys that would pay good money to charge up a hot neg guy like him" Dennis said. The chuckle he made after his comment was a little disconcerting. "Nah, he wouldn't do that. But, you're doin ok, right?" I asked, just in case Tom did something crazy and chose my fourth option. "I'm fine. It's fun collecting as much toxic seed as I can and then have a neg guy stuff his dick in it. Uh... want to meet up Saturday at the Watering Hole?" he asked. "Yeah, sure. Nine ok?" I asked and he replied "Sounds good." A few of Dennis' comments had rattled me and I was thinking about them all night. -- "Got a minute" came the text the next afternoon. He called when I said "ok" and his attitude was very different. Tom was calm and serious. "I've been thinking about our meeting and your options. I think I can rule out number one, since I want to make this work. All of my freakouts have been because I'm scared of losing you. This past week has made it painfully clear that I need you in my life" Tom said. "I want to make it work too, but I'm not interested in the emotional rollercoaster we've been on" I replied. "Can I be honest with you? I mean, brutally honest?" Tom asked. "Of course" I replied. "I'm kind of turned on taking poz loads. The undetectable ones like Patrick and Dennis have don't do it for me any more. The thought of taking unmedicated ones with high viral loads just turns me on so much. I'm just afraid that if I get pozzed, you'll dump me" Tom said. "So you'd rather become a psycho bitch every couple months and make me dump you for that?" I asked. "I don't want to lose you for any reason" Tom told me. "Well, think about this. If you go through with it, it's a life long commitment. You shouldn't do it just for a wild fuck or ten, or just to make a hookup seem hotter. Talk to Patrick and find out what its really like, long term. PrEP is a much more sensible option" I said. Tom's bombshell wasn't nearly as much of a shock after the discussion I'd had with Dennis. Looking back, it kind of made sense, which meant he wasn't just making shit up to get back together or to shock me. A few hours later I was on my way over to Dennis' place. I needed to talk this whole thing out with him but I was also horny as fuck. When I got there, two guys were just leaving. I had seen both of them at the gym over the past few years. The black guy was thick and muscled and the Latino was about fifty pounds lighter with big arms, a classic vee leading down to an eight-pack. Both reeked of pot and giggled as they walked by, winking at me. Dennis was inside the doorway, wearing only a huge grin. The skunky aroma barely covered up the smell of fresh cum. He handed me a pipe and lighter and I took a hit of some really strong weed. The second hit was even longer and was exactly what I needed. The third I shotgunned into Dennis' mouth after letting my lungs soak up as much as they could. We ended up on the couch and I told him what Tom had said. I wasn't sure if he was just letting me talk through it or if he was too stoned to even hear my words. A ding came from his phone and he glanced at it to read the notification. He looked back at me, smiling, and said "I got a couple ideas, but first you're gonna have to give me what's trying to escape your jeans. That bulge is fuckin huge."

Mine was from fooling around with my best friend when we were like 10-12. We would fuk, and me being a dumbass 10yo thought to cum it was just like peeing, so I pissed in my friend's ass..much to his dismay. lol He didn't like it because he kept leaking after were done playing. I never tried that again.. but he got his revenge. We entered Jr high school when we were 11 and 12, me being the oldest. We had to do the dreaded PE class thing..It was mandatory that you had to shower after. That first time with 50 other preteen boys playing nude in the showers, well steve came up behind me and started pissing all over my backside. I never even realized it at first until i noticed that others boys were looking and laughing at me, and just as i turned around an opened my mouth to yell at him, I got the full stream. I started spitting and gaging and ran to shower nozzle wash my mouth out.. it was probably more for show than anything because as soon as it hit my mouth, about every kid went 'Ewww'! and resumed laffing. I've always had a thing about being pissed on ever since..haven't ever shared it with anyone, but been many times that I get in the bath and let er rip!

Hey everyone. I was wondering if you made any memorable experiences that got you into bare fucking. I used to be a very shy guy and had my first real sex relatively late (if I disregard the jerking off with a neighborhood friend as young teens). I was not a fan of condoms but regarded them as the necessary evil to even have sex. It just never felt that good so I didn't really enjoy fucking when I started. During a vacation in Taiwan I've had some very hot dates and one was my entry to the world of bareback. This hot twink I met online was with me in my Airbnb place and while we were cuddling I rubbed my cock against his hole. He wanted me to just fuck him bare and in the heat of the moment it just felt right and the feeling that fucking him bare gave me was beyond compare. I suddenly realized that THIS is the only way I wanted to have sex in the future. I'm still so thankful to that guy that he showed me how real sex should be: skin on skin and juicy. What about you? I'm curious to learn about your journey towards bare fucking.

The first half of that sentence is true: Cialis is not the same drug as Viagra. The second half of that sentence is false. From drugs.com ([think before following links] https://www.drugs.com/tips/cialis-patient-tips) : "May interact with some medications including nitrates - use of Cialis and nitrates is contraindicated because of the severe hypotension that can develop. " Poppers are frequently nitrates or nitrites or related compounds (and usually there's no way to know exactly what's in the particular brand/bottle, even from one to the next). From the Mayo Clinic ([think before following links] https://www.mayoclinic.org/drugs-supplements/tadalafil-oral-route/side-effects/drg-20067204?p=1) : "Do not use this medicine if you are also using riociguat or a nitrate medicine, often used to treat angina (chest pain). Nitrate medicines include nitroglycerin, isosorbide, Imdur®, Nitro-Bid®, Nitrostat®, Nitro-Dur®, Transderm Nitro®, Nitrol® Ointment, and Nitrolingual® Spray. Some illegal ("street") drugs called "poppers" (such as amyl nitrate, butyl nitrate, or nitrite) also contain nitrates. If you need to use a nitrate medicine, take it at least 48 hours after your last dose of tadalafil." From Healthline.com ([think before following links] https://www.healthline.com/health/are-poppers-safe#risks) : "Poppers can interact with other drugs, particularly medications used for erectile dysfunction (ED), such as sildenafil (Viagra) or tadalafil (Cialis). Like poppers, these medications cause a drop in blood pressure. Used together, poppers and ED medications can lead to stroke, heart attack, or death." I could go on and on, but the point is clear: the medical literature is replete with warnings about this. You're free to ignore those warnings if you wish, and if you do, you may well not have any side effects. That sort of navel gazing does not miraculously become sound medical advice in general.

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It does seem odd that he has never tried something with another guy before. He looks unfamiliar with the situatiion though. He almost felt vulnerable when I kissed him which was really cute. I have quite backed off since it's he who starts messaging the past few days and not me. I attended a speech of his today, which of course we had too. He gave a speech in my department and all of us (the researchers) were kindly asked (indicated by the head of the lab) that we must be there. Professors are treated as deities, having the classroom of the speech half empty would be an unforgivable act. So I guess outside these awkward moments of intimacy we are as we were. About his achievements well.. he's vulnerable. I could be his weak spot, used against him to harm his career. I don't want this. On the one hand he serves me like an inspiration on how I want to be and be even greater than him, as the student that surpasses his teacher. That's how I want to see things. On the other hand, I just feel weak. He's in a better position, richer, he has family, a nice car, a nice office, nice clothes. I will never be good enough for him.

While not a deal-breaker, I much prefer HAIRY to smooth, and the more the merrier. It looks better, it feels better, it tastes better. I suppose we all like that which we aren't.

I really thank for all your detailed responses, they help me consider several things.. So.. We met again in his office. I think he's very confused which is quite interesting. He's almost 50, he's a professor and he pretty much seems to know everything, he's written dozens of books (which the high number of them is suspicious) and he's head of a department. Yet, he asks me things about gays that not even an adolescent would ask. Questions started from if I'm gay and what do I like about men and how does it feel to have gay sex? Well I told him the truth that I'm gay. I had my share of guilt because I fear he would think I was scheming schemes about making him fall for me. I clarified that I was seeing him as a friend without anything other than that. About why I like gay men, that's maybe a philosophical question. I'm just attracted and it is so simple that it needs no further thinking. And about gay sex.. well that was a hard one. I didn't want to be too romantic or too vulgar about this. I told him I like how it feels, to dominate and being dominated, to give and receive pleasure. It makes me feel as one with my partner. He looked to be somehow interested in these things that I told him yet he looked quite unfamiliar with all of these. He also told that that kiss was a first for him and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't want me to feel bad and that he's the most experienced so he should have treated all that different. I asked him how the kiss felt and he made a small joke by saying he lost his breath which should indicate that that was good. I told him I want another kiss and he hesitated. And we kissed. He turned red again. Jokes aside, I'm a bit stressed about him. He's fit and in good health but he's in an age where heart risk increases. If everytime we kiss he's that much stressed I'm really worried. We kissed many times. He told me I'm beautiul I pretty much told him the same thing and then we had dinner. He's still very skeptical and I don't believe he has decided what he wants to do. I got horny when we kissed

This is one of those topics that rears its head from time to time. Its interesting to see because, reading through the responses, there seems to be a reasonable split between Tops, vers, and bottoms. This is something that is definitely not echoed on hookup sites or cruising spots. There always seems to be a lot more bottoms out there, either that or there's just a lot of lazy guys oit there who don't relish being active 😂 That said I have always been a bottom and I always work for that dick. A little competition keeps me focused.

What a great question . Massively. Now it's just about the cock. The only requirement I have now is. That the cock is hard. I struggle with half hard cocks. But hard cocks I am all yours when where you want.

Pain levels.. worst the nipple piercing + they take a long time to heal. Next tatts, least painful was the pa (not much worse than getting an injection), first piss next morning was more painful (urine concentration).. it's now stretched with a screw in ball - when standing and pissing I make sure that the ball is over the bottom hole..thus minimal pee going in all directions.

You're conflating small-l "libertarians" (the political belief) with capital-L "Libertarians", the latter being the party. I stand by my assessment of the latter and only need to point to the party's various adopted platforms for evidence. The 2020 platform called for abolishing eminent domain - meaning if a government wants to build a highway, paying the landowners in its path isn't sufficient; if any of them object, you just can't take their property (even with just compensation). Period. Try building or enlarging *any* public road with that in place. It calls for abolishing *all* regulation of commerce between individuals. No more minimum wage, no OSHA requirements for safety, no bar on child labor in mines or whatever. It calls for an end to the "illegitimate" practice of marriage licenses - which sounds fine until you realize it means there's nobody to decide who a rightful spouse is, when a patient can't make health care decisions for him/herself. And kiss any spousal benefits goodbye in employment because if an employer can't rely on the law to determine who is legally entitled, as a spouse, to benefits and who is not, they'll simply drop those benefits. It supports use of deadly force to protect property - no dollar value specified, meaning under Big-L Libertarian government, you could shoot a kid for plucking a flower from a bush at the sidewalk in front of your house. It makes the "would be hysterically funny if not incredibly stupid" point that governments have a bad track record on the environment and it should be up to private industry to protect it voluntarily, as though the vast number of Superfund sites, oil spill disasters, pipeline ruptures, strip mining of coal by blasting off mountains, and such were acts of benevolent stewardship by the private sector. The notion that they have a vested self-interest in protecting the environment flies in the face of history, which suggests they simply abandon sites that are hopelessly polluted and move on to pollute something else. It demands that government not subsidize any particular form of energy, as though coal-smoke belching power plants and solar farms should be treated alike under the law. (This one in particular commits the classic Libertarian fallacy of ignoring externalities, the fact that the coal plant is foisting part of its cost to society - the loss of clean air - onto everyone whether they use the power from the plant or not.) It literally calls for the abolition of ALL taxation - EVERY DIME of it. What that means, of course, is that people pay privately for everything: if you want justice, you not only have to pay a lawyer, you have to pay fees to a court system to pay for the judge. Guess which side is going to typically always be able to pay those fees? (Hint: not the poor individual; it's the rich and the big companies). I could go on and on (I've only covered the first few paragraphs of the Libertarian Nutso - I mean, Manifesto - for the 2020 election, but this is what the party advocates for. So yeah, I think I'm pretty sound in calling Big-L Libertarians whackos.

There is couple of floating parties I found in North Jersey. I went to one a few times it was good in a nice hotel and good crowd. Last year its a little pricey for play but again good crowd. Bad point no parTy. But they have lots of beds and couches to play on. 1st time I didnt know what to do you undress right away everyone is naked or jockstraps. When i told the guy running it I was a bottom he said just go on a open bed and the tops will come. So i got on a open bed laid on it face down and in no time i felt the bed move and there was 3 guys touching me. Wish i could have some clouds at this point but not allowed. But it was fine I got hot with all the hands touching me and in notime i felt lube and my ass pulled up as someone started to fuck me. Had 2 guys sat at my head for me to suck them. After one guy finished there was someone else. This went on for a while. Must have been fucked by 5 guys when I finaly got up to watch others play. That was fun. They push using condoms and no ParTy or alcohol. Kinda sucks.

Oh snap! That's a great idea. I did this once when I suspected that a friend was struggling with his sexual identity -- we had mutual friends who were straight, and he gave off very gay vibes to others (and certainly to me). We'd get together as friends, and he wanted to go into NYC one Saturday afternoon/evening. I was dying to find out the answer to the question without actually putting him in an uncomfortable situation and asking him outright. Since I once lived in The Village, I had an idea. After an early dinner, I took him up into my old stomping grounds and made it a point to pass by Ty's on Christopher Street and said, "Hey, let's get a beer." I ordered and watched the scenery with him as we chatted, then he excused himself to the men's room. A few minutes later, my question was answered when he saw someone he liked back there and grabbed his package and felt him up. BINGO! For those saying he might have been putting on a show, he bugged me to go back several times. For me, that was his coming out moment. @tallslenderguy and @hntnhole I think have a great idea here. If nothing else, you get there and it makes the whole topic very easy to bring up. And if he observes it's not a mixed (male/female) crowd, you can at least use that to broach the topic of "well, didn't know if that would bother you, because (you're) gay too." Great way to get to an inflection point.

That's a tough call. It's like when you put a match close to a piece of paper. It will catch fire without even touching. What I want to say is that when he put his face close to mine and I came to watch his eyes from such a close distance I lost control. I don't know if my lips came to touch his or we both did it. But when the lips touched, never will I forget this. But yeah, taking off his glasses felt like he was giving in, didn't it? I remember for a moment, before he freaked out, that he was so close to my face I could feel his breath. I don't wanna make him feel bad. I know he has a family, I totally understand it. I just want to make some room for me, is it too much to ask? I'm still confused though. I wouldn't like my bf to cheat me, why am I doing this, being the one whom he cheats his wife with? When you meet that guy, he really is a cool guy. So it makes me sad to think that this smiley guy became that troubled because of me. I'm glad you consider physicians a wonderful thing to be. Many people, especially in the COVID pandemic in Italy say bad things about doctors. For me being a physician was my dream and I do hope I will serve my patients well. I said just a physician because well.. I don't know how things are in the rest of Europe or in USA but here in Italy professors tend to feel like gods. I mean that. Arrogant guys, full of themselves that everybody else is something like a servant. The professor with whom I'm working will even ask me to go and get him food or coffee. Not to mention the rest of the attitude. I just wait for my post doc to be completed and leave. I will never return to academia. Plus, corruption is a big thing here. A professor may earn somewhere around 1800 euros (which is roughly equivalent to 1800 dollars). That's not much. Yet you will see them with expensive clothes, cars etc. Even the one we're talking about.. well.. if you like at his CV it's just too good. I regret to say that someone is writing books and articles for him (that's what I believe). What he wears cost more than my salary. So no doubt he has his share (and I believe it's rather big) of corruption. That also makes me feel bad because I don't want him or any one to believe that I like him because of this. Plus, I'm just a guy who earns just enough to make a living. I said all these to explain you what I meant by just a physician (he's not a physician). I messaged him that I am sorry if I made him feel uncomfortable and he told me that I shouldn't be and it's okay, but I know that he doesn't feel okay.

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Part 2: Talking in your sleep -Hunter: Ian sat next to me in the car and before starting it, I gave him his bag; thankfully his phone had stopped talking but I felt uncomfortable; it was time to face reality, in a way or another. 'I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep'. My favourite radio station seemed to read my mind, I loved 80s music and currently playing song was saying those exact words. Weird things were happening to me lately, music interacting with my thoughts and in some circumstances I heard a voice suggesting or reminding me something! Ian said I should go to see a therapist for this, but I have always thought it's only stress and never considered that advice. "These lyrics are appropriate", I joked towards him. "You're an expert in that subject!" "I never talk while sleeping", he remarked. "If someone does that, it's you! Don't make me repeat what you say in bed." Hit and sunk! "You are a pot calling the kettle black!" I exclaimed trying to hide my own embarrassment. "Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself! Just to mention a song; Eric Clapton, to be more specific." My effort to bring conversation back to songs had poorly failed and I could feel his unusual discomfort; music was his favourite subject to talk about, but clearly not in this case. "Hunter, turn music off! We have to talk, isn't it? Come on, don't leave me hanging, you asshole!" "Well my guy, how to say it..." "Tell me with your own words, what's the fucking matter? You found someone else? You're fed up of me? You're... No, Hunter, don't tell me you went off meds!" "Are you kidding? Off meds, who do you think I am?" My boyfriend did no longer talk and I hadn't alternatives except calling things with their own names: "I take care of your privacy and health, but other men from Internet don't give a damn about it. ...And about you." "You are thinking ill of me, there's no one else in my life! You're the only..." "Most clean looking people are the dirtiest inside", I almost laughed. "Don't play your usual drama queen part because I know your secrets thanks to your speaking phone. HIV fetish included! That's the issue, as rude as I said it." Finally I managed to express it, and now that both of us were aware, it was time to see how further things would go. I could see his face turning red and he kept silent till we entered his bedroom with no one of us able to take the first step; we just sat on the bed, with clothes on and his bag next to him. "I hate your silence", he said after a while. "I never understand if you're angry or what." "And I can't take yours any more! Listen, baby", I cleared my throat and touched his knee. "If you trust me as you say, why did you let a fucking machine talk to me in your place? I don't buy the story about your forgotten wallet. You have left that bag and unlocked phone at my house on purpose! Say it!" I caught him red handed, it was obvious but I knew he'd never admit the truth. "Well, given that you deny the evidence, you're getting what you deserve. Show me you're worthy of my virus!" "But you always say you would never do that..." I took my clothes off and guided his hand to my still soft dick. "Tonight you're not allowed to cum, that'll teach you to poz talk with my gifter without letting me join in! Now strip and kneel down, little fucker, get me hard!" He complished, and meanwhile I turned both his phones completely off; he was totally in my control now! I have never been dominant towards this guy but discovering his kinks somehow clicked a switch in me: time was up, our boring sex life had finally come to an end! "Suck me, Ian", I ordered. "Imagine it's my gifter's charged dick you're taking. Show me how hungry for HIV you are!" He assaulted me with his lips, kissing and licking my dick and balls while I took control of his head; "little neg cunt, you long for my HIV don't you?" He sucked till My shaft grew in his mouth, so I teased him again. "Feel the taste, don't waste a drop of viral fluid!" Ian tried to push me out to say something and I just kept his head in place: "my gift must be deserved, don't talk! Go on, harder!" Another couple of minutes letting him enjoy my precum and suddenly I pulled him off; I did not want him to swallow my seed, not yet at least. "Have I done something wrong?" he asked. "Give me your load!" "'Give me', 'I want', these words do no longer exist from now on. Stay were you belong and show respect to your future gifter. Now climb on your bed, on all fours! Understand?" "Yes, sir! Lube is in the drawer as usual!" "I don't need it!" I spoke softly on purpose, not to be heard by him. Face down, ass up, he knew I loved that position and he expected me to rim him, but this time I wanted things to be differentt: I just started to slide up and down on his ass crack, positioning my cockhead at his entrance. "You're just an empty box", I degraded him. "A worthless negative hole with no energy left." "Fuck me now", he begged while I continued to tease his ass. "Gift me, Hunter!" I slowly approached his hole again and he didn't move. "You're just made for dirty chat, Ian! You're too scared to go all the way!" "Breed me, poz me up good", he implored once more. "Change my life forever!" His words hit me, as sharp arrows; it looked like he was freeing a long time caged animal from inside him. "Blah, blah, blah, that's all you can do!" I challenged him. "If you really intend to chase, push this unmedicated fuck tool into you!"

As you know, this is fiction. It's fantasy. Obviously, consent is necessary. We all know this. Anyway... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Brian pulled his car outside of the address Mr. Miller had given him, all his belongings in the trunk or backseat. It was nearly dark, the task of shaving all his body hair off taking considerable time. Now he was smooth. Since leaving Mr. Miller’s office, the effect over Brian’s mind had started to lessen. While he was still complying with Mr. Miller’s orders, there were moments of hesitation which reached out to the surface. As he had been shaving his chest, his hand had stopped for a brief moment as the desire to keep the hair which had made him feel like a man took hold in his mind. The interruption did not last as Mr. Miller’s control took over and he continued shaving. Even as he had taken his belongings to his car, there was a moment of sadness knowing his things were about to be sold. Still, he did as he was told. Brian left his car and walked to the front door, ringing the bell. The door opened, Mr. Miller appearing in a bathrobe which was tied tightly shut. A smile turned his lips. “Welcome, Brian. You’re later than I expected.” “Sorry,” Brian said. Mr. Miller’s eyebrow raised as he noticed the lack of the use “Master.” His control was wearing off. “Come inside,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back and allowing his student inside. “Take a seat in the living room.” Brian did as he was told. In the living room there was a large TV mounted on the wall with the couch angled directly toward it. There was a coffee table between them on which there were several books. If Brian had been able to take in his surroundings better, he would have noticed that each book was dedicated to images of the male body and sexual positions. All but one at the bottom which was titled The Human Mind and How to Control It by Andrew Miller. “Would you like a drink?” Mr. Miller asked. Normally he wouldn’t ask his slave if he wanted a drink. He wouldn’t ask him if he wanted anything. But he knew that his control was wearing off, and not wanting to shock Brian out of his trance, he needed to ease him into the next phase without scaring him off. It was a delicate task creating a sex slave. Mr. Miller had done it only twice before, the first failing to respond to the hypnosis after a few sessions and the other losing Mr. Miller’s interest after only a year. As he looked at Brian who was standing in the living room, staring at the television, he had a feeling that he wouldn’t find himself bored. He had found himself a winner. “Here,” Mr. Miller said, handing Brian a glass. “It’s Whiskey.” “I…” Brian started, a bit of his buried mind coming to the surface. “I’m not… 21.” “It’s alright,” Mr. Miller said, pushing the drink into his hand. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Brian slowly took the glass but did not drink it. “Sit down, Brian,” Mr. Miller said, motioning to the couch. Brian sat down while Mr. Miller pulled out his phone and opened an app. “I’ve been working on something that I’d like to show you,” Mr. Miller said, pressing a button which lit up the television screen. “Tell me what you think.” The screen started flashing like a strobe light while a strange noise filtered through the sound system. Mr. Miller watched the reflection of the screen in Brian’s eyes which were growing wide while his mouth fell slack. The drink in his hand fell to the floor, spilling the whiskey. “Looks like you like it,” Mr. Miller said. The subliminal messages within the videos he had sent to Brian before had been subtle, just enough to do the trick without turning him into a completely mindless husk. This video was stronger. He had been working on it for several months, syncing the flashes and the binaural beats. Images from porn were spliced in just for good measure. While there was no guarantee it would work, Mr. Miller had found it to be suitable when he had tried it out on his neighbor, Matt. Inviting Matt over for a football game while giving him time away from his wife was all Mr. Miller’s neighbor needed to find himself on the couch, mindless, unaware of what was happening to him. Matt had been a good fuck. His ass was a real bleeder. Perhaps I’ll introduce Brian to him someday, Mr. Miller thought. “Brian,” Mr. Miller said, stepping toward the television and looking at his student directly. “Who am I?” “My Master,” Brian said. “And who are you?” “Your slave.” “Very good,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his bathrobe open and revealing his almost naked body beneath. With the warmer weather, beads of sweat had started to collect under the bathrobe, hiding within his armpits and thick chest hair which ran down his stomach, disappearing beneath a pair of leather briefs on which a biohazard symbol was printed. While he had liked to have seen Brian react, taking in the sight of the teacher he had wanted to fuck for so long, knowing that the young man was under his control was enough to make him hard. “Brian, remove all your clothing.” Brian stood up, eyes still glued to the television, and started stripping, revealing a hairless body beneath. Mr. Miller stepped forward and ran his hands along Brian’s hairless chest and abs, loving the feeling of his smooth, warm skin. As his boxers were removed, Mr. Miller caught sight of the hair Brian had missed, those strands around his cock, hidden within the cage. No matter, he thought, running a hand down to Brian’s ass. There was a slight sweat in the young man’s crack, allowing Mr. Miller’s fingers to slide down and find his asshole. Brian had done well shaving his ass much to Mr. Miller’s surprise. He positioned his middle finger over Brian’s hole and pushed inside, pressing his other hand on Brian’s chest as his body jumped from the intruding finger. “Let me in,” Mr. Miller said. For sexual partners, he would say, “Relax,” but Brian wasn’t his partner. He was his slave. Having him tense was at times better, giving him something to struggle against. His finger was almost up to his knuckle, the tip of his finger searching inside for Brian’s prostate. Unable to fit anymore of his finger inside without fisting the young man’s ass, he angled his finger and pressed down, finding the small gland. Brian moaned, his cock jerking in the cage without being able to grow. Mr. Miller could have told him to lose his erection again, Brian being under his control, but there was still the need for what would remain of Brian’s free mind to learn. He’d have to learn not to get hard, to find pleasure in his ass when pleasure was appropriate. It was Mr. Miller’s pleasure that mattered, and Brian had to learn this. “Do you like that, slave?” Mr. Miller said, his one hand still grinding down on Brian’s prostate while his other moved down to the testicles. “Yes, Master.” “Know, Brian, that I will no longer be calling you by your name. Your name no longer matters. Your identity does not reside in what came before today. You are now what I’m making you. You are my slave and shall answer to the word. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” “Good, slave,” he said. Brian’s balls were starting to rise up toward his body, seeking release, but Mr. Miller wrapped his fist around his scrotum and squeezed, pulling down slightly. Brian’s body shook as pain warned him of his Master’s grip. If it hadn’t been for the video playing, Brian would have been pulled out of his trance. Soon he would suffer all types of pain while staying under Mr. Miller’s control, but for now, he was being eased in. “If I have my way,” Mr. Miller said, his grip on Brian’s balls growing tighter, continuing to pull down, “your balls will hang down to your knees and drag on the ground as you crawl across the floor. Do you believe it is possible?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, his voice breaking from the pain. A slight tear entered the corner of his eye. “Good, slave,” he said, releasing his balls, giving them a smack. “I think it’s time for us to begin your transformation. Follow me.” Mr. Miller led his slave down a hall and stopped at a door on which a latch was built in at the top and bottom. Neither was bolted at the time. “Welcome to your new life,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door. Inside there were two slings, a doggy cage in the corner, a bench on which to either fuck or discipline, and a cabinet in which Mr. Miller kept other items at the ready. While he desired a sex slave, there were always nights when he wanted to fuck a random stranger. While the padded cuffs and small collars were suited for random fucks, the cuffs which were known to rub skin raw along with thick, unrelenting collars would be used specifically for Brian. The whips were for anyone. The as-of-yet unwashed butt plugs were waiting for Brian’s hungry hole. “You said your darkest fantasy was to have my babies,” Mr. Miller said. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Tonight, I’m going to infect you with my toxic cum. Tonight, I will mark you as my own. My DNA will forever be in your body, destroying you even when I’m not here. Isn’t that what you want?” “Yes, Master.” “Good,” he said, though it no longer mattered if it was what he wanted. “Slave, get into the sling.” As Brian climbed into the sling, Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and pulled out a ball gag on which there were indentations of teeth from previous men and slaves. He brought it to Brian and fitted it into the slave’s mouth without asking him to open. He had to learn. He made it as tight as he could without causing his slave too much harm. Brian’s eyes had wandered up to the red light on the ceiling, the glow filling his eyes. In this light, Mr. Miller thought, his slave looked beautiful. “I’ll always remember this moment,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back from Brian. He removed his leather briefs, revealing a nine-inch cock, thick and veiny. “Time to own your life.” ________________________________________________________________________________________ Let me know what you want to see happen. I've got ideas but only so many. No real end in mind, so we can go almost anywhere. Obviously, full on fucking is coming up next.

My hole is still wrecked after my eventful week in Ohio.

@ellentonboy, I think much of the problem is due to local and state public health departments, health insurers, and health care providers. For a post in a different thread a while back, I researched the years in which the Hepatitis B, Hepatitis A, and HPV vaccines were approved (and for HPV, the year when that vaccine became available to adults, and information about off-label prescribing, before then). All three vaccines had indeed been available for years! The other day I looked up the meningitis vaccine and the year of the outbreak that led to a [local] recommendation that gay men receive that vaccine. Again, it was years ago! Conscientious public health departments, insurers, and providers offer population-specific preventive care. Incompetent, underfunded or biased health departments, insurers and providers don't. Much of what I've written about vaccinations for gay men was guided by my own vaccination history. I got the Hepatitis B, Hepatitis A, and HPV vaccines soon after each one became available, and the meningitis vaccine, the moment it was recommended for gay men. I had no difficulties, due to news of FDA approvals, San Francisco Department of Public Health guidance, an insurer known for preventive care (Kaiser Permanente — not perfect, by any means, but a good choice for me), and a health care provider skilled in serving gay men (i.e., Kaiser San Francisco instead of a suburban Kaiser facility with few gay patients). What you mention about how [medically unnecessary, punitive] testing for "enhancements" interferes with access to [medically necessary] Hepatitis C treatment is the epitome of a health practice, protocol or policy that ignores the needs of a specific population, to the detriment of everyone's health. Gay men get and transmit Hepatitis C. Gay men use "enhancements". Only if we accept the reality of the latter can we treat the former. (And well said, @hntnhole, about reasons why the health needs of the gay male population are often ignored.) Thanks for alerting people! Honestly, I think it's worthy of a top-level post in the sexual health forum, to warn others. I don't use "enhancements" and would never have thought of that issue. The one thing I would not emphasize is the cost of Hepatitis C treatments. People self-exclude as soon as they hear that medical care might be expensive. In most cases, some kind of patient assistance program, insurance option, etc. would reduce or eliminate the cost. Because the landscape varies by state, insurance plan, and personal situation (employment, marriage, age, citizenship, etc.), the best advice is always: talk to a medical provider, public health agency, or social service provider if you are worried about cost.

Chapter 11 In the group scenes that I watched during my porn stroke sessions the bottom was always just treated like a faceless hole for tops to use just to get off. Its why those scenes never really got me off. My fantasies were about feeling connected even beyond just the physical. But tonight I understood. As Grant pushed his thick cock into me he was fulfilling a need that could only be met that way. The high made the physical the priority and all the other stuff was a distant second. I was ready to experience what those bottoms I saw in porn got. Just a bunch of tops jackhammering their way to their nut. But thats not what I was getting with Grant. If he was ever a jackhammer top he wasnt one tonight. He held his cock all the way deep rubbing his hands along my chest and stomach. "I have wanted to be inside you since the second I saw you in the hall. This is so much hotter than I thought it would be. Your tight hole wrapped around my raw cock while your dad watches." I glanced over at dad who was deep in his own bate watching us and looking like he was still very much enjoying his high. "So I'm gonna take my time with you boy. I know I've already built up a huge load but I wanna edge for as long as I can while I'm inside you." As he said this, he started shifting himself so that his cock pulled out a couple inches and pushed back balls deep. "Fuuuuuuck" was all I could get out. "Thats right boy. Youre gonna remember this night forever because you lost that cherry to your own dad. But we are all gonna make sure you dont forget how many other loads you take tonight." Dads dirty talking when he was fucking me turned that switch on in my brain that made saying these things out loud even hotter. So with Grant talking this way while he began to fuck me slowly there was no hesitation that I wanted him to keep it going. I looked up at him not sure what my face looked like when I was experiencing this still new pleasure. "Yeah that thick raw cock feels so good." Grants eyes widened hearing me speak that way to him. "Yeah boy. Fuck yeah you like that cock dont you?" "Yeah. Getting so deep. Cant wait for you to cum in me." "Aw fuck" Grants self-control was failing him as he sped up a little with every word I spoke. "Wanna feel you empty your balls in my 19 year old hole with my dad watching." I dont know where that came from and from the look on Grants face neither did he. But his thrusts got longer and harder as he pulled almost the entire length of his cock out of me before pushing it all the way in. "Fuck boy you got me close. Thats what you want isnt it? You want my massive load to mix with your own dads hot cum in you?" I moaned at that and as he picked up his pace even faster we somehow simultaneously both started chanting, "Yeah yeah yeah" over and over again. He was holding tightly to my hips now and I let go of my cock and reached up to hold the chains that held the sling up right by my head. I didnt want to cum yet knowing that I was in for more fucking right after Grant blew his load. The other men were joining in on the "Yeah"s and it became a chorus with me and Grant at the center, almost like there were more guys than there were when dad and I walked in. But all that mattered to me right then was getting Grant off and as we looked at each other as he pounded his cock into me I left the chant and shouted "Breed me!" and that was the trigger he needed for his release. He roared as I felt him press his body against my hole holding his cock all the way deep as if to hold himself steady while his spasms fought for control. This was a big long load that he shot I figured because he was convulsing and his body was jerking for longer than I had ever remembered cumming before. It looked so intense like dad did when he first felt the high of his slam. Like he was in his own world enjoying the pleasure and not thinking or maybe not even remembering that anyone else was around. I was learning that pleasure so good like that is as otherworldly as they made it look. Grant bent down and kissed me softly. He was totally out of breath and panting and he even had one more spasm that surprised him while we kissed. I laughed and said, "That is so hot." "You are hot boy. I hope thats not the last time we get to fuck." "Me too." He kissed me one last time and then stood upright. "I better let these guys get a turn in too." He smiled before his face turned to a mix of pleasure and concentration as he slowly pulled out of me. Before I could even thinkk about feeling empty, I heard "Oh fuck I'm about to cum." Without even processing those words I felt a cock thurst balls deep in me all at once taking my breath away. Once I got over that surprise I looked up to see one of the men dad and I talked to in the showers. "You want my cum?" he asked me "I'm not gonna last. Im gonna cum in you like your buddy just did." He was barely getting his words out. "Im gonna shoot my load in you son!" To that point I was just taking this mans cock. The shock held me for a moment that a person had just decided that he could fuck me without anyone saying it was ok and before Luke and Dominic had even gotten a chance to. But that melted away for some reason when he called me son and suddenly I was in. "Yeah dad cum in me! I want that cum dad!" It came out of my mouth like it was the most natural thing to say at that time but as soon as it did I looked over to dad to see if he heard it. He was still standing nearby and watching stroking that cock that looked like it just kept getting bigger. He looked at me and just nodded. He was into it and he was getting off on it. "Here it comes son!" He pounded his load into me not holding himself deep the way dad and Grant did but I could tell by his screams and the way his fucking lost any of its rhythm that he was cumming. That was three big loads and two of them got shot in me within what was probably just a couple minutes of each other.

Chapter 3 Dad reached around me and opened the door. I let him walk out first and I followed suddenly feeling very exposed in the small towel and nothing else. I had to adjust to the dark a little again and I rationalized as we walked that people wouldnt get a good enough look at us to know that we were father and son. But my brain was on overdrive trying to process this night and how I got there that I didnt realize I wasnt paying attention to where we were going until I felt dad grab my shoulder and ask me, "You with me Coop?" I focused and just nodded. "Yeah dad. Sorry." Dad looked at me and took a deep breath. "Did I rush you? Would you rather settle yourself in the room and then go out when youre ready?" I didnt know how to respond and I realized I never would have made it five minutes in here if I had been alone. "I dont really know dad...I..." I couldnt explain what I was feeling. A mix of excitement and fear and the after effects of the shock of being here with him. "Oh I'm sorry Coop." Dad put his arm around me. "Let's go back to the room and you can take your time. I don't know what I was rushing us out for. Come on." I could feel the heat of his body as he held me to his side. What dad couldn't have known at the time is how much it turned me on whenever a guy put his arm around me like he was doing. I think it was always the feeling that another guy wanted to be close to me even if it wasnt sexual for him. It felt intimate and that was what I was looking for with another guy. And even though this time it was my dad I could still feel that same stir in my cock that I always felt. Before it got embarrassing he pulled his arm back so that we werent taking up too much space in the narrow hallway. Overall, it seemed to be a pretty quiet night, but as we walked back we went down a couple of halls that had more guys walking around on their own. There were a couple I noticed and one who I made eye contact with. A guy who looked like he was in his 30s with a hot body. Nothing was said but I felt the electricity of his look and the fear that gripped me almost immediately. It made me glad to be with dad so I could just say I was following someone else. If he stopped me I wouldnt know what I would have said. Dad was right. I was probably too nervous to make tonight what I fantasized it would be so being here for the first time with someone I knew was probably the best thing that could happen. But nothing did happen with the stranger in the hall even though he locked eyes with me the entire time. We all just kept walking opposite ways. I think dad was focused on getting us to his room. He didnt even seem to notice any of the other guys we passed on the way. Finally we were back to the room and we went inside. I sat on the bed and he shut the door. This time he was the one leaning against the door. He looked at me and I couldnt read the expression on his face. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah sorry dad." "What are you sorry for? There's nothing to be sorry for. You seem nervous. Is it me? Is it something else?" I shook my head. "I dont know. I mean actually I think its everything really." Dad nodded. "Would you rather I left?" "No dad stay. I'm actually glad Im not here alone." The look that came across dads face was relief. "Ok Coop but you can always change your mind ok? Just say the word and I'll go home." "No its fine dad. Really." Dad came and sat on the bed with me. Pretty quickly the silence in the room became awkward. Out of that awkwardness came my courage. "Hey dad? So if youre here every Thursday what do you do?" Dad was silent long enough that I thought he was just going to pretend that he didnt hear me and Id either have to ask again or just forget about it. But once we entered awkward silent phase two, dad spoke. "I guess it really depends on who ends up here when Im here. Sometimes theres no one here and I just....entertain myself. Sometimes I watch some guys fool around and then sometimes I hook up with one or two guys myself and someone else watches." "Someones always watching?" "No not always but a lot of guys will at least stop to check it out." "So then should I go so you can have your fun instead of managing my anxiety?" "No no its fine Coop. Im glad I was here. Like you said its a lot easier to be here with someone you know." "Thanks dad." He tossled my hair like he would when we saw each other when I was a kid. "I know I havent been there for you much Coop. Im not gonna ditch you now. I promise." But that silence fell on the room again. I had no idea what to do next and it didnt seem like dad did either. Suddenly he sat up at the edge of the bed. "Coop. I am going to propose something but I dont want you to feel forced or anything so you tell me exactly how you feel ok?" I had no idea where this was going but anything to get us out of this silence would be great. "I get nervous at places like this too. Just like you. And sometimes I need something to give me a boost to get out there and do what I came here for. Do you think youd want to try it?" "Uh sure I guess if you want." "Theres one thing." Dad had already been talking low but he went down to a whisper now. "Its not exactly legal and Im not supposed to really have it here. We could get kicked out so we have to be quiet about it ok?" Now I was really curious. What illegal stuff was my dad doing? "Uh sure. What is it?" Dad reached under the bed and got his work bag. He reached in and pulled out a glass pipe and a small bag of what looked like chunks of crystal like shapes. I watched in silence as he filled the pipe with what was in the bag. He put the small bag back and pulled out a torch lighter. "Im going to take a couple hits Coop and if you want you can too. No pressure but for me it acts like a little push when Im anxious ok?" I nodded and just watched in fascination as he lit the pipe with the torch and waited for smoke to begin to form in the pipe and then find its way through the hole in the top. Thats when dad took his first hit and then his second, both times exhaling a massive cloud. "Wow dad" I said after the second hit. The clouds he blew out definitely peaked my interest. "Yeah you wanna try?" I figured this couldnt be too bad to try if dad was doing it. He must have been able to tell that I wanted to try because without having to say a word, dad put the pipe up to my mouth and lit it with the lighter again. "Hold on and wait until you see the smoke ok? Yeah now is good. Yup, just like that. Good, a little more. Ok now hold it in." I tried to do what I saw him do and held it before releasing it through my mouth and nose but I got in my head that I would hold it longer than he did. It wasnt a competition but I wanted to impress him. When it felt like it was time, I exhaled. "Nice Coop. One more." I repeated the hit and even tried to take in a little more from the pipe this time. The second cloud was bigger. "Nice" dad said again. "Lets give you one more and we'll take a break ok?" I just nodded. We went through the same steps again and I tried to beat the first two hits again. I released the hit but couldnt tell if it was the biggest. At that moment it didnt matter because the hits were taking hold of my body and my mind. There was a tingling running through me and I could even feel a stirring in my brain like the hits were opening something in my mind that was being released. Dad put the pipe and torch down on the table in the room in a bowl that held condoms and packets of lube. As he leaned back onto the bed I noticed that his towel was tenting. I dont know what I looked like when he turned back to me but something had changed. "Yeah Coop. Feels good doesnt it?" "Yeah dad. It does. You too?" I was staring straight at his crotch covered poorly by his towel. "Sure does Coop. Pretty good stuff I got. We'll do more in a minute." I nodded and then closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall as I let the hits continue to buzz through me. "Damn Coop guess that really worked huh?" I opened my eyes to see dad with a big grin on his face and thats when I realized that somehow without knowing I had opened my towel and began stroking my cock. "Oh shit. Sorry dad." At the same time I was apologizing I didnt want to let go of my cock. It had never felt so good to stroke my cock before. But dad didnt seem to mind what he was seeing. "No Coop. Youre good. Mind if I join in?" Dad pulled open his towel and I saw his hard cock for the first time. Thicker and longer than mine. It stood straight up as he grabbed it and began stroking it. I had never seen a mans hard cock this close and it happened to be my dads. He spread his legs a little bit further apart and his knee rested on mine. When our knees touched we both looked over to the other and our eyes met. "This ok Coop? We can stop if you want." I could tell he meant it. This was a weird time to understand it, but this was probably the first time I really believed that dad loved me. He was really looking out for me, he wanted my first experience to be a good one. "Yeah dad. Its ok. Its good." Dads smile got bigger but there was also something in his eye that almost looked sinister. Thats when he sat up again and grabbed the pipe and torch. "Up for a couple more?" I pulled myself to the edge of the bed next to him to indicate that I was. This time we both each did three hits but alternated. The tingling and buzzing or whatever it was only got more intense and the last hit I took felt like it went straight to my cock. I leaned back down on the bed stroking with my legs spread and my feet on the ground. Dad put the pipe and torch back into the little bowl but before he laid back next to me he stayed at the edge and looked me up and down. He put one hand on my thigh and I shivered. "Damn Coop. Looks like its working doesnt it?" His hand began rubbing my thigh slowly. "Yeah dad I think so. Feels pretty good." "Good Coop. Good. Looking good..." I tilted my head back again and closed my eyes enjoying this first high of my life. Suddenly my eyes flew open as I felt the sensation of my dads hand wrapped around my rigid cock.

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You ask for this, and here it is. Standard Disclaimer: All characters are fictional, including the narrators. All resemblance of anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. I would say do not try this at home, but you probably have already. Lots of typos, still. Gotta edit these things one of these days LOL. Pig Life 1 The motel room is dark, damp and worn. The once white covers are stained yellow by nicotine and god knows what, and the whole place feels dirty and raw.The bathroom smells of stale piss and the room smells of cigarette smoke, poppers and cum. perfect. i locked the door behind me and pulled the curtains to block the setting sun, and stripped down to my jockstrap. Staring at the mirror i see myself: beefy, well built, and fucking horny. I rub my hands up and down my body, tweaking my bitch tits, and feel my pig cock stiffening. Reaching into the little duffel bag i took out a pair of nipple clamps, a couple bottles of poppers, and a assortment of dildos, setting them all on the nightstand. Then i took my laptop out, boot it up and logged onto my favorite hook up sites. "Fag boy pig needs to be bred big time. Poz friendly. Want your piss and cum now. Send pic to get address" I passed the time watching pig porn videos. In one, a stupidly huge bodybuilder, roided to the max, is getting slammed by a bunch of big muscled tops. One by one they cum in his tight muscle hole, and he wants it more and more, just pushing his hole out and let it drip, his clit throbbing and dripping. Watching the movie made me rock hard. Ignoring my raging cock i reach under and tease my hole with my spit covered fingers. "You got mail" Looks like my ad got some responses. actually, lots of them. Most of them are obvious fakers and hookers, which i throw out. But at least 6 of them look promising, all blue collar boys who need to get their rocks off. Some sent pics of their body, a couple sent their dick pics, but all of them look good. So i type in my response. "looks great bud. cant wait for you to seed my hole. No comdoms. I am in Lucky Motel off route 76 by the airport. Room 23. door's unlocked so come right in and just use me up" I unlocked the door and turn off all the lights except the bathroom and the porn playing and waited, ass lubed and plugged, just like a dirty pig cunt should be. A flash of light pass through the window as a truck pulls into the spot in front of my room. Is it one of them? I lay in the bed, slowy stretching my wet hole with the butt plug, and waited. The door opens, and a large man walked into the room. The dim lights from outside and the bathroom shows a big, beefy shadow, in a baseball cap and dirty mechanics overalls. "You the fag that wanna get some cock" "yes sir" "you like piss too bitch" "yeah" "get your fag ass into the bathroom" Doing as i was told, i got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, got into the shower, and knelt down. I can hear the man getting out of his clothes. his cheap deoderant and sweat floods the air. I take a deep huff of my poppers, and my cock is rock hard in anticipation a little precum soaking through my jock. I was taking any long pull from the poppers bottle when he walks in. My first fuck of the night is a young white dude, about 6 foot tall with a beefy build thats the result of honest labor and too much beer. He is clean cut, his smooth pecs are covered in tats. He is still wearing his cap and a pair of worn out briefs, yellowed with age and sweat and probably piss, his cock and balls forming a obscenely large bulge under it. Wasting no time, he grab the back of my head and push it into his crotch. "breath in my crotch faggot, yeah smell my junk. Bet it smell fucking awesome to you huh you fucking cocksucker." I breath in deep as he mashed his crothc into my face. The aroma is intoxicating: sweat and piss and a hint of cum. I started to tongue and lick the briefs, and his cock begins to swell inside the cotton pouch. Without a word, he pushed my face away and pulled down the briefs, reviealing a set of large and clean shaven cock and balls. still holding my head away, he forced me to look up at his sneering face. "You want this fucking irish cock dont you" nod. "yeah i bet you do. You want to suck my cock dont you" nod. "no shit right. look at you, on your knees in front of me like a real fucking fag boy. You like piss too bitch?" "yes sir" "then open your fucking fag mouth. here it comes" he groans as a stream of piss spurts from his half hard cock, directly onto my face, and my mouth. I tried to drink down all the warm salty liquid but its too much, most of it flows down my face and onto my body. I am covered by his hot piss, my cock straining the now soaked jock. Without warning, he pushed my head into his cortch, forcing his still-pissing cock into my mouth "yeah cocksucker, drink it all up" i struggled to suck up all the warm and acrid piss down my throat as he proceeds to skull fuck me, his cock reaching 8 inches of full hardness as his piss subside. I moaned lustily as he rapes my face, tweaking my tits and tried my hardest to swallow the cock whole. "Oh fuck yeah, suck my cock oh god suck my fucking cock suck it suck it" he moaned as he rough fucks my throat. After a couple of minutes i begin to taste the distinct salty taste of precum. Jus then he pulls my head off his crotch and stepped back "Bend over faggot let me see you hole' I got up from the dirty shower , turned around and bending over, showing him my beefy ass and the butt plug i was riding. I slowly pushed out the plug, showing him my puckered hole, wet with lube and twitching in anticipation. Without warning, he pushed a finger, then 2 inside. I moaned and my ass spasmed at the invader. "Nice warm hole you got here bitch. you want my cock in it huh? " i moaned "i bet you do you fucking slut. get your ass to the bed" We get back into the dark bedroom where i lay down on the bed, face down and ass proped up a stained pillow. I take a deep huff of the poppers as he continue to finger my hole sending jolts to my prostate. i repsonded by pushing my ass back onto his finger. "Oh yeah thats a sweet tight hole. I bet you want my cock in it dont you" "yeah please fucking fuck my hole oh god please shoot your fucking load inside me" "yeah i bet you want my load. I am gonna fucking give it to you good." With that he hold my hips tight and i feel his cock pushing agaisnt my ass ring. I tried to relax as much as i can as he start pushing his thick tool into my cunt, filling it, stretching it. I take another huff of the poppers as he slides all the way in. "fucking a thats a hot fucking hole. You ready to get fucked bitch? you ready to get fucking filled you faggot? "oh fuck yeah oh fuck my hole with your big cock please..." "oh you bet i will" he growls as he leans down, and hook his meaty arms around my armpits as he started to fuck, thrusting till his entire tool is in, then pull out almost completely before ramming in again, forcing my hole to take it all. After a couple stroke he started fucking faster and faster, his cock battering my insides as i moan incoherently into the mattress as he grunts and groans. "Fuck faggot your ass feels so fucking good i am gonna fucking breed your ass with my fucking raw dick oh yeah i am getting fucking close oh fuck i am gonna fucking nut oh god FUCK... His cock swell even thicker than before as he thrusts deep inside as i feel his cock spasm, his sperm shoot deep inside my hole, stream after stream of cum flooding my guts. The warm cum feels good inside my battered ass as hs cock keep twitching. After what seems to be an eternity, he pulls out of my ass and my hole feels empty as his still hard cock withdrew. I rolled over on my back as i watch him get dressed, slowly fingering myself, feeling the warm cum dripping out from my cunt, rubing my hard cock through my jock. He left without saying a word. I lay in the dirty bed, sweaty and stinking of piss, for a while after he left, wondering if i will get another cock tonight when my room door opens a a man stepped in. I turned on the bedside light to get a better look. He is a young latino guy with a thick build, wearing a paint splattered t shirt and jeans. His hair is close cropped and his face clean shaven. He watched me playing with my hole as he grabs his impressive bulge. "You want this cock?" "Fuck yeah" "How many loads you got in there?' "just one" "you want more" "fuck yeah give it to me" i said as i lift my legs up and spread my pink hole. "you bet" he said as he strips, revealing a smooth olive toned body and a giant cross tattooed across his chest all the way down to his belly. He wasted no time for foreplay as he climbs on the bed, his long thin cock already hard and twitching. He sticks a finger in my hole, making me moaan as he move his finger around, exploring my insides. every time his rough finger brushes against my prostate, my ass involuntarily spasm around his finger as my cock twitches and precum floods my jock. "Fuck yeah thats a nice tight pussy. You ready for my cock bitch?" "Fuck yeah give it to me" I moaned as he pushes my leg up., his cock aimed at my twitching hole. "Oh fuck" we both groaned as his cock enters me. I feel his cock sliding in, my previous load easing his entry as he pushes all 7 inches of him inside. I felt his low haning sack slap against my ass as his cock is fully buried inside me, where it twitches and pulsed against my ass wall. He started fucking slowly, taking his cock out almost entirely before pushing it back in. I reached up and touched his chest, rubbing my fingers on his nipples as he moaned in spanish and start fucking harder. Soon we are both coverd in sweat as he jackhammers his cock inside me. It almost feel overwhelming as his cockhead repeatedly jab at my prostate, making my ass spasm against his cock , milking it. "Oh fuck i am gonna cum oh shit oh GOD" "Yeah fucking breed my hole comon make me take that fucking cum fuck YEAH" He screamed as he rams his cock in for the last time, burying it deep in my ass as he froze rigid. I can feel his cock pulsing in my ass as i take the second load of the night, filling me up some more with hot cum. After what feels like a hot minute of shooting, he pulls out of my ass. My hole feels empty as he pulls out, a dribble of cum following . I quickly slam my hole shut, trying to keep as much of his hot sperm inside me, as he went to the bathroom and wash up. He returned and got dressed. "Thanks" was all he said before he beats his hasty retreat. Once again i was left alone, freshly fucked. My cock is stiff from the fucking, precum soaking my pouch. I reached inside my jock, slowly stroking my slick cock, reaching to my hole and feel the two loads slowly leaking out of my ass as i relive my two breeding sessions in my head.... I dreamed that a mouth has swallowed my cock. I feel a pair of hands rubbing on my tits and I just need to piss so bad i should warn the guy oh god i cant stop peeeing... My eyes opened and i realized i must have fallen asleep. I also realize i am really pissing in a mouth as i saw a bald head sucking on my pissing cock and swallowing it all. His rough hands are tweaking my nipples and i moaned hard as my cock return to its full hardness. When i finished pissing the man look up. He is a smooth shaven skinhead in his 30s. As he stood back up i can see that he has a hard body of a powerlifter, with massive pecs, swollen gyno tits, and a roid gut. A giant biohazard symbol is tattooed on his stomach blending into a tribal pattern all over his arms, shoulders, and even his pits. A tight rubber cock ring framed his giant ball sac and a large, uncut cock. "Hi. When i got here i saw you are sleeping, i know you said you want to bottom but that cock loks so good. "dont sweat it. i hope my piss taste good" "fuck yeha so fucking good. did you get loads already?" "yeah, two of them. you gonna give me one?" "Oh fuck yeah" put your legs up, lets see that hole" He pushes my legs up as he exposes my used ass cunt, still coated with cum from the previous cocks. I can feel him spitting on my hole as he sticks a finger in, exploring it. Reacting to the slick finger, my hole twitches in excitement "Oh god yeah finger that hole oh god it feels so fucking good" i moaned as he add a second finger into my cunt, gently grazing across my prostate, making my boner return in my jock and my ass spasm in pleasure "Nice hole boy, looks like we are gonna have some fun. Your ad says you got toys?" "Yeah over here on the table. Use whatever you want on me" He walks over to the table and lubed one of the thick black rubber cocks up, then he kneels down at the end of the bed. I scoot forward to meet him, holding my legs up as he teases my hole with the slick tip. I realexed my hole on reflex as he begin to push the dildo inside. Before long the 8 inch rubber cock is fully inserted in my ass. "Turn around and lie on your back" Holding the rubber cock in my ass, i turned around and lie down with my head at the foot of the bed. From my vantage point, he is standing over me, his balls and his beefy ass hanging right above my face. "suck my balls boy"he said as he lowers his balls on my open, waiting mouth. I lick and suck furiously on his smooth shaved balls as he reach over and slowly fuck me with the dildo. I moaned with his huge nuts stuffed inside my mouth "yeah thats it, eat those balls yeah, feel those fuckers in your mouth. They are so full of fucking toxic sperm right now. I bet you want those sperm in your cunt boy huh. Yeah looks like your really like getting fucked huh, your cock all hard and red like that.... yeah fuck i cant wait to breed that fucking hole. Trun around and get on your knees." He lifted his balls off my face as I get up and got on my knees on the bed, my ass lifted and still impaled by the dildo. Meanwhile, he get in front of me, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall. He grabs my head roughly and pushes my mouth towards his wide, thick chest. I moaned lustly as i suckled on his fat nipples and i feel his muscles twitching in response. "Yeah thats it. Eat that nipple boy, suck that fucking tit... yeah you like that huh? yeah worship my muscles bitch..." He growled as he he flexes his arms in a double bicep pose "Yeah you like those big arms? yeah... lick those biceps.... nice and hard huh.... Yeah ssniff those pits... like that smell boy? yeah thats the smell of a real man bitch... lick those pits... LICK IT yeah... " After feasting on his pits and chest for a good long time, he pushes me back and flipped me over on my back. He put my legs up and against his chest as he rubs his cock head, now slick with precum, agaisnt my hole. In one swift stroke he pulled the rubber cock out and I moaned as he thrust his cock deep inside me. "Oh fuck thats a nice slick hole" "yes sir please fuck my ass please sir" We both moaned hard as i feel his cock sliding all the way in inside me, burying it it until i feel his nutsack against my hole. Then he pull out slowly and slam it back in again. His cock feels so hard and large as he slowly fucks my cum-filled hole. I reach up and gently pinch his nipples as he start fucking me faster. "Oh fuck yea fuck me faster daddy, plase give it to me .." "Fuck yeah i am gonna give it to you i am gonna fucking breed your ass" "Yes fucking breed my pussy daddy. please breed my boy pussy oh god yes" I take a deep hit of poppers as he pound my ass harder and harder, twisiting my own tit and moaning. I can feel his cock swelling up and know he cant last much longer. His cock is jabbing into my prostate, which is making my hole twitch tight around his cock. I grabbed my hard cock and start jacking, which just make my ass twitch harder. "Oh fuck i am going fucking nut, you want my toxic load bitch? you want my fucking hot load?" "Yeah fuck yeah fucking shoot that cum deep inside me Oh fuck you gonna make me cum FUCKKKK" He slammed his cock deep inside just as i bust, shooting all over my chest and stomach as he fill my hole. I can feel his cock spasm and twitch as he unloaded his poisoned cum inside me. Slowly, his cock get soft and popped out of my ass. I grabed the butt plug i got with me and slide it in, trapping his juice inside. "thanks" He said as he got dressed and ease out the door, leaving me alone. I took a hit of poppers and jack my cum slicked cock back to hardness. 2 Just as i was going to stroke out a load, my computer dings with incoming mail. "Hey faggot, U still up? Cop here need to get my nuts off" I replied immediately. As i waited, i turn on another porno and take a deep hit of poppers. 5 minutes later i see the unmistakable lights of a Crown Vic shine through the window. The door opened and in step a cop in his late 20s, still in his uniform. He stands about my height and his tight uniform encased his husky, beefy build. His pants are tighly fitted against his thick thighs, and his boots are black and shiny. Closing the door behind him, he said "get up and get on your knees faggot" "Yes sir", i said as i jump off my chair and get on my knees in front of him, my face directly in front of his bulge. The smell of sweat and crotch is intoxicating. I watched on my knees as he slowly take off his shirt and tank top. His traps practically starts at the base of his neck, followed by hefty pecs and a solid tommy. His wide, brown perky nipples are so hot that I reached out, trying to touch them, only to have my hands swatted away "Who says you can touch me faggot? Just watch" "Yes sir" i mumbled as i watch him take off his heavy gun belt and nightstick, which he curiously fling it onto the bed instead on the chair like his other items. Then he strike a double bicep pose in front of me, his massive biceps flexing, gleaming in a thin sheen of sweat. I am utterly transfixed and my cock is rock hard inside my jock. "get down there and take off my boots" he commanded and I scramble to comply, carefully helping him out of the shiny tall boots. After putting them on the side, I return to my position on my knees in front of him. "Unzip me bitch, what are you waiting for?" I immediately sprung into action, unbuttoning the top of his pants and opened the fly. A musky smell of sweat emanates from a well-worn black jockstrap he is wearing underneath, its bulge growing by the second. Grabbing the back of my head roughly, the cop push my face into his jock. I tongue the pouch of the jock as i breathe in the musk, moaning. "yes sniff my fucking cop jock. You like that faggot? you like how a real cop smell? Yeah lick that shit. Lick my fucking jockstrap. It hasn't been washed in days so its perfect for a scum sucking faggot like you." After making his jock thoroughly wet, the cop's 8 inch cock is rock hard inside the jockstrap. He roughly pushed my face away and pulled offf his pants and jockstrap, standing there , so proud, so masculine, his low hanging nuts complements a throbbing uncut cock. "suck my cock bitch" he commanded as he grab my head and push it into my waiting, willing mouth. It tasted salty and sweaty, precum lubricating my throat as i choked on the thick 8 inches being down my throat. Grabbing the sides of my head like a vice, the cop skull fucked me with fast deep strokes, leaving me barely room to breathe before he dives his rock hard monster back into my airway. "Fuck yeah faggot, choke on this fat cop dick. Suck it good for me bitch... yeah thats it... yeah" Just as i begin to get used to his large tool, the cop pulled my head off his dick. He roughly grabbed my shoulder and pushed me face down on the bed and before i can react, he pulled out his handcuffs and cuffed my wrist behind my back. satisfied that i am securely bound, the cop rolled me over on my back and pushed my legs up, exposing my wet and dripping hole. "Fuck yeah look at that fucking fag hole. bet you love getting fucking jiz in there you fucking degenerate" he growled at me in his sexy low voice as he rubbed his finger on my hole, spreading the spent cum and lube around. Withdrawing his fingers from my ass, the cop picks up his night stick and smeared the cum and lube onto the tip. The cop sneered as he push his stick into my loosened cum-slick hole. "Fuck yeah bitch, take that fucking stick in your pussy. You like that bitch, huh? Yeah take my stick bitch" "yes sir oh god please fuck me sir oh god it feels so fucking good oh GOD" i almost screamed as his nightstick stretched my hole, my hole spasms as the stick jackhammered my prostate. My cock grew rigid inside my worn jockstrap, soaking it with precum. Jerking his fat cock with one hand and fucking me with his nightstick, the cop sneers as he watch me riding his toy. Just as i thought the stick is going to make me cream my jock, the cop pulled it out, flipped me back on my stomach and unlock the handcuffs.My hole feel swollen and bettered as my cock is almost purple from blood and my jock fully wet. "Move to the head of the bed and spread your arms" the cop commanded. I did as i was told and soon enough a second pair of cuffs appeared and now my wrists are cuffed to the bed frame. The cop climbed on the bed and push my ankles against his pecs. leaning forward, he pinched my swollen nipples and started into me with his brown eyes. "You want me to fuck you, dont you punk? You want this hot cop load in your fucking cunt you faggot?" "Yes sir oh god please fuck me oHHHHH" i moaned loudly as his fat cock slid into my hole in one sharp thrust. It feels even wider than the nightstick as he stretches my boy cunt with his fat cock, the head of which was rubbing and jabbing my g-spot, making my hole twitch and spasm in every stroke. As the initial thrust gives way to hard fucking, the cop keep twisting and flicking my sensitive nipples, while my cock is rock hard and leaking more precum than i thought possible as my cockhead rubs against the fabric of the jockstrap. "Fuck yeah thats a hot fucking cunt. you love it dont you you faggot? Love that fucking cop dick right inside you yeah i can feel your hole twitching like those bitches when i fucking rape their pussy. Yeah fuck man look at those fucking bitch tits. You like then fucking squeensed and twisted dont you yeah thats a good fuckin faggot bitch yeah that that dick hard.." "oh god oh god oh fuck me it feels so fucking good yeah dont stop fucking use my tits yeah oh god you make me so fucking hard right now" i moan as he thrust faster and faster, and with one hand he reach into my jockstrap and pull out my rock hard cock, rubbing his fingers all over my slick cockhead, bring me to the edge only to pull away at the last possible second. "Fuck yeah looks like you like it huh, yeah that fucking fag clit just fucking leaking shit... yeah you wanna cum bitch? you wanna cum while getting fucked by a hot cop dick?" He groaned into my ear as he thrust harder and faster, driving his cock fully inside me before pulling out and thrusting it in again. "Oh yes sir please oh god i am so fucking close oh god oh fuck oh fuck me harder yes fucking breed my ass with your cop sperm fucking make me cum like a fag bitch oh GOD YOU MADE ME CUM AHHHHH" I moaned as i feel his cock assult my ass faster and faster, and suddenly i just cannot hold it any longer as his cock punch my prostate. The cop pulled on my nipples hard, my hole twitches real tight as he fuck me into a hands free orgasm, my cock untouched as globs of cum shoots out and landed all over my chest. I was almost hyperventilating in pleasure as the cop keep pounding my ass, keeping me on the edge as he made me cum. "Fuck yeah cum for me bitch. Look at that fucking clit shoot that fag juice... yeah i am gonna keep fucking that cunt bitch, this aint over yet..." as he keeps on pounding my hole. Although i came, my cock is still hard as a rock. I am moaning incoherently at this point, my hole keep spasming and my entire being is focused on the sensation of his cock raping my hole. Just as i thoguht i am gonna pass out, the cop start thrusting harder and faster than ever before. I am already riding the edge, my cock never lost its hardness and now leaking even more precum. "Oh fuck you ready bitch? you ready to get my fucking cop juice? oh fuck here it comes on shit yeah i am gonna make you fucking cream your pussy oh FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCK" He screamed as i feel his cock burst inside my ass, his cockhead punching my insides as he breed me with his pent up load. "Oh god yea please breed my hole sir please make me your cum dump oh my god " i moaned as he breeds my hole. The cop collapses on top of me, a mountain of sweaty masculine muscle as he pump the last of his nut into my ass. My own tool is still hard, his belly rubbing against it is causing my whole body to convulse in bliss, his dick is still lodged deep in my ass as he kisses my neck. I moaned as he slowly withdraw his cock from my destroyed boycunt. He uncuffed my hands from the bedframe and i dove for his spent cock, licking my own cunt juice and cum off his dick as he twists his own nipples and moans in pleasure. "Oh fuck suck it oh fucking suck it oh fuck suck me suck me oh god here it comes faggot..." his cock throb in my mouth and squirts of cum shot down my mouth and throat. i swallowed most of it but some of his second load dripped out of my mouth and ran down my chin. He pushed me away from his cock and lift my legs up, took my sore and sensitive cock in his mouth and stuck his fat finger in my hole, making me writhe and spasm in pleasure as he suck my cum slicked clit. My whole body convulses as the cop expertly swallowed my half hard cock and lick my sensitive cockhead while his finger tickle my cum-filled ass. "Oh god fuck me oh fucking god i am gonna cum again oh fuck oh fuck...." i screamed as my second load burst out of my cock into the cop's mouth. I collapse onto the dirty sheets and could only convulse and moan as the cop keep sucking on my super sensitive cock post-orgasm before i black out.

Part II. “Wait here,” I said, smirking to my new filthy friend. He didn’t believe that I was coming back, let alone that I was bringing reinforcements. He pulled up his pants and shuffled behind me to the doorway of the restroom. I walked out to the car, looking over my shoulder and winking. My boy was sitting there, on his phone, looking at hook-up apps. “You ready for some action right now?” He smiled, thinking I meant we could fool around now. “Is the coast clear in there for some rest stop action?” he asked. "Not exactly. Just follow me.” My boy got out of the car, and I realized that he was already hard, with a dark spot of precum leaking through his shorts. He saw the unattractive surly stranger in the doorway immediately, as his phone vibrated with an incoming message. He chuckled, and sent a message, before slipping the phone into his pocket, and practically running up to the hairy man, shirt still unbuttoned. My boy leaned in to kiss him and twisted his puffy nipples in his fingers. The stranger smiled at me and dragged my boy into the bathroom, back to the stall where I had bred him just a few minutes earlier. As I entered the bathroom, I saw the man on his knees, slobbering all over my boy’s dick, already hard, his pants already pulled down. He had his hands at his own ass, fingering out my cum, and the cum that was already there when I got to him. With his fingers streaked with seed, he started working them into my boy’s ass. I knew my boy wasn’t shy, and didn’t mind taking cum from strangers. In fact, it turned us both on, especially not knowing the man’s status or health, and as in confirmation of as much, my boy was moaned in pleasure as the guy gurgled on his cock and teased his asshole. I fished out my sticky cock and fisted my hard-on as the guy bent over for my boy, just as he had for me. My boy eased in as the guy pushed back to meet his thrusts. “How many loads you got in you, man?” “Not sure,” he grunted back, “but you’re at least the fifth or sixth guy in me today." "Cum slut,” my boy grunted in reply, fucking him even harder than before, his balls slapping against the stranger’s ass, as cum started forcing its way out of his hole, practically splashing between them. “You want my load, man?” The man moaned in approval as my boy filled him up, holding onto his hips, shooting deep inside. The man pulled forward hopping off my boy’s cock, spun around, and swallowed it to the root, getting his stubbly face smeared with cum. My boy smeared his face against the man’s cummy face, and reached behind himself to work two sticky fingers inside his ass. The man stood him up, facing me, circled around, and eased his raw dick into my boy. The man’s thick cock must have been over eight inches long, and my boy clearly loved taking inch after inch. ‘Fuuuuck me,” he grunted as the man exhaled as he went balls-deep. My boy looked up at me, his eyes extending a 'thank you', and the man also looked on, smirking and grunting as he plowed my boy so hard he nearly fell over. I watched as my boy’s face went from blissful pleasure to pain. I knew this guy’s rough fucking must be tearing up his asshole. “So hot, fucking your boy… You share his holes with your friends?” I nodded. “That’s so hot… and so stupid… so dangerous.…” My boy was in heat as he said these words, and I knew he was working his ass muscles, trying to get the man to cum so it would be over with. He had gone from enjoying an anonymous rest room fuck to really being in agony. “You like getting your boy bred with dirty seed?” I knew what he meant, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Gonna do it! Gonna breed your boy!!!!” My boy clenched his eyes tightly as the man filled his guts with his dirty cum. The man smiled at me, starting to laugh, nearly cackling as he pulled his cock out my boy’s wrecked hole, wiping it on his hands and bringing his hands to his own mouth. My boy stopped him and licked the filth off his hands, kneeling down and swallow his cock, covered in my boy’s ass juice, and the man’s dirty load. I heard my boy’s phone vibrate on the cold filthy tile floor, having fallen out of his shorts during his intense fuck. I heard the door open behind me as two guys walked in, one older, one younger, both very handsome and muscular, both smiling at the scene before them. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”

Night of Sauna Conquest: Part 2 I was on my bed in the hotel cruising for bareback sex on the usual sites posting my ads up to where I’d be going and seeing who’s attention I was catching. I had my shower and got prepped for my outing to take as many loads as possible. Getting myself a drink from the mini bar in the room I took one of the first enhancers I’d be taking through the night. As I checked back in on my ads I found I had six messages over the couple of places id posted it to. I quickly replied to all the messages and sent them off saying id be heading to the sauna very shortly and would be there for a while to feel free to arrive when ever they would be able to make it. Normally I’d check out the profiles before replying but I wasn’t wasting time. I soon made my way from the hotel to the saunas some forty minutes later. My mind was a buzz of the old days at the sauna. As I got close there had been changes in the area so I still hoped the sauna was there. I found my way into the entrance of the sauna as you had to negate a walkway to the carpark to enter the sauna from the back. As I rounded and headed to the door could hear faint sounds of chatter which gave me a sign there where patrons there. I went up the flight of stairs to the entry point paid my entry got my towel and locker key and was buzzed in to the change rooms. I got out of my gear wrapped the towel around my waist and got myself settled with setting my locker so when I came back for the other enhancers they where easy to access. I then stilled myself grabbing the bottle of poppers I’d brought along to help things. I transversed from the locker room into the lounge and little bar area. And ordered myself a drink. As I sat on the stool chatting to the staff member having the alcoholic drink I was very much starting to buzz and knew I needed to get down stairs and start having fun. It wasn’t long until I got myself aquainted with the new layout of the place. Where everything was which rooms had more lighting or not. Where best to position myself for my night of debauchery. I was feeling good and thought id quickly to back and check if id been messaged back. Sure enough had six texts saying when they would be in so replied back and thought great going to get fucked and loaded tonight. I went back down stairs and found the glory holes it was a dark corner except for a bit of red light. This just felt like the perfect spot start with getting some cum. As I squatted and waited to see from which of the two rooms I was going to get cock from. Id put the poppers down and was looking for it when I stumbled on a toothbrush on the ground. I soon found my bottle and was taking a snort when I saw movement. Putting the lid on the bottle I steady myself for what was to come. My first cock of the night was average size and cut. As his cock rose to fullness in my moist mouth, I could here his moans and feel his balls tighten. I sucked on it to wet my lips with cum. As I went back and forth and him thrusting through the glory hole I knew it wasn’t long. He let out a defying moan and as his cock exploded the cry of “ugh ugh” as the last of his spoiling load came to and end. My mouth was wet and it was a good load so decide to rub some of it up against my aching hole to get it lubed and ready now that it wanted cock in it to. The rest of the spilled cum went down my throat. I had only just cleaned my hand of cum, I’d been using to lube my hole when I caught the next guy entering the room beside me. As he walked in I could see the faint outline of a tattoo just above the pubic hair but didn’t make it out what it was as he closed the door and put us both into darkness. As his cock entered the glory hole straight away could smell the staleness of cum on his cock. With another big inhale of the amyl I started to suck his cock trying to make out what the tattoo was but been cut from full sight still couldn’t see or make it out. His cock was uncut tasted manly with all that cum and what ever else was on it. As he became fully rigid in my mouth his forskin pulled right back and his helmet was down my throat oozing precum, I wasn’t putting this cock to waste down my throat so I got repositioned and allowed his hard cock to enter my cum lubed hole. As I backed down on his cock coming through the glory hole his girth was still getting bigger in my hole as I got to the end. When my ass hit the wall between us, I moved forward some and started over. This was a good feeling and soon I had the poppers to my nose for more inhaling. Pushing back to the wall and feeling the cock inside me. With one mighty slam I pushed myself right down his cock and stayed on it. Not moving from the wall as a muffled moan came through the air. Soon I could feel him thrusting into me as I stayed in position. Taking the popper and enjoying the first of many loads I hoped to get that night. As his momentum picked up gear and I could feel his cock throb I knew it was coming close to an end. I bucked down hard pushed myself harder into the gloryhole so my hole would open right up and as I did he cried “fuck take it take that load take all of it you cum pig” as his cock softened in my hole and finally came out. I thought I would try to get another look at the tattoo, so I picked up my towel and bottle of poppers put the toothbrush I had found on the floor in my towel and let myself out of the room. As I opened the door and my eyes adjusted to the red light I could see the guy that I had just gotten the load from. Giving me a wink and saying “thanks”. I looked down and saw the bio hazard tattoo. As I left the area in a buzz I strolled around to see who was around. To surprise, one of the rooms I hadn’t been able to check out on an earlier round was free. It was a sling room decked with a mirror above it so one could see what happened. My arousal grew, knowing later I would be in the sling, my ass fully loaded, only too ready to take even more. But my thoughts were focused on the bio hazard tattoo I had seen as I wondered 'Why would someone get that? '.