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I’m a STRAIGHT student in my first year of Uni’ my only problem in life was I am broke, sitting in my room one evening watching porn (as any self-respecting 18 year old does) thinking about how I could make some money a pop up hit the screen showing a guy on a web cam show mmm there’s an idea, how hard could it be show off my blonde slim young body and get paid!!! at 130 lbs 5ft6 with not an ounce of fat, sporting a 8 inch uncut cock and heavy balls, I thought I was bound to be a hit, perfect plan. It was really easy to set up my account all I had to do was unload a profile picture, confirm my status, easy Virgin, sexuality very straight done, location Brighton UK. The site confirmed I would get paid for private shows. Ok time to go live with my cam’ once online I quickly got a message for a PVT show from user Brighton123 and I hit accept. Brighton123 was straight to the point with Hey Sexy strip for me. I removed my tee shirt and started playing with my showing my hairless slim toned body, tiny waist and six pack, he messaged back nice sexy so take the rest off, I removed my jeans and turned round to show my sweet little bubble butt, turning back round to show the outline of my hard throbbing meat under my briefs, come on sexy show me that sexy butt so I pulled my briefs down and cupped my butt cheeks in my hands, damn that’s might fine the message came back, I’d love to fuck your butt, I’m not gay sorry. No problem sexy just bend over and show me your ring I am the paying customer, so I bent over and exposed my ring to the cam, perfect the message came back. Now wank for me and cum over your chest so I laid down showing Brighton123 my hole, heavy balls and hard 8 inch cock, soon enough my balls started to hardened as the cum realised from my sack and worked its way up my throbbing cock exploding out of the head releasing at least 7 large shots of cum over my chest, nice now eat it, the message came so I licked up the salty cum licking my lips. Brighton123 then messaged me saying if your not gay why are you doing this? I replied I am desperate for the money, oh that a shame you’ll get jack shit on this site, look me up on BreedingZone and message me if you want to make some real money. Okay I replied and he signed out. I checked my cam account and was in credit by £3.82 damn that’s no good. Logging out of the cam I was angry all that for 3 quid that’s BS I thought, after a short while I had created a BZ account and looked up Brighton123 the picture showed a really fit guy in his forties with a massive cock and low hanging balls, the head of this cock was purple and so big, why was I getting hard? Why was I turned on? I’m straight! The next picture was of him shooting a load on the hole of a slim mixed race twink damn it was hot. Any way I decided to message him to find out about his offer, soon enough he messaged back to cut a long story short it ending up with him sending an Uber over to pick me up as I was local. I arrived as I pressed the doorbell my stomach was in knots, soon enough the door opened and this stud of a man welcomed me in introducing himself as Jay. We sat in Jays kitchen drinking a beer, then Jay said so you want to make some real money? Yes, easy reply. Jay explained that he runs a successful private gay sex business and could earn anything up to £1k depending on what I was prepared to do, he explained that a top fucking gets 30% of the take the bottom 70%. I was really confused here I was being offered good money for gay sex. Jay said no pressure just think about it, he also said he was putting on a show with a twink that night and that I was welcome to watch or take part. Jay said “look sign these agency release forms, no pressure just in case you want to take me up on my offer”. Mistake I signed without reading, Jay basically owned me as I would later find out and that I could not refuse any load and that the only release from the contract was his choice. My head was still spinning when the door opening and this sweet mixed race twink came in (the one for the BZ picture, I was sure) who’s this the sexy twink said Jay said I don’t know his name but he seems interested in being with us tonight for the show. Awesome the sexy twink said as he went straight to Jay and kissed him, then to my surprise he came over and started kissing me I was in shock but so hard at the same time he reached round and cupped my but cheeks and said damn sexy. Jay said come on stop he is cock is tenting his trackies, was I gay really!!! Jay said to Max the twinks name go get me cleaned up and I was taken into a bathroom, really strange it had chains hanging from the ceiling, Max started kissing me and before I knew it I had wrist cuffs on both arms and was attached to the chains. Max stood back and shouted to Jay that I was ready, ready for what I thought. Jay came in with a Camara on a tripod and said lets get started and spoke into the mic’ “Pigs a special night show tonight, we have a new twink a straight Virgin and he’s going to be breed tonight by both Max and I, with High Viral load unmedicated POZ cum, please welcome are new fresh cumdump, if any one wants to come round and breed him your welcome you know the fees, POZ cum only, he is getting gifted tonight Pigs” Max get his clothes off now and Max stripped me as I swore at them both, to which Jay said “Dumb fuck Uni boy read before you sign your life is mine now” Max shave the fucker, Max picked up the clippers and shaved all the hair from my head, grade zero. Jay the looked at me and said “nice, clean” he then asked me if I wanted Max to use the clipper on the rest of my body hair, to which I said NO fuck off. Great answer Piggy Jay said, Max get the hair removal cream and be sure to coat him good. Max came back and soon enough I was coated with the hair removal cream with extra on my cock, balls and hole, it was cold from the fridge but that didn’t last long for fifteen long long minutes my body was on fire and I cannot describe the pain in my nut sack it so intense. As I was screaming, Jay was looking at his Laptop and counting the number of pigs that wanted to breed me, 15 POZ fuckers so far, come on guys we need more, text your mates get them round he said into the Mic’. After 15 minutes Max turned on the shower above my head and the hair removal cream washed off leaving me as naked and hairless and smooth as the day I was born. Look at him now pigs Max said the count is 35 now, fuck your fucked, fucked, fucked Max said as he read out one of the messages into the Mic’ Aids Fucker is coming, he is full blown now and med’ resistant .😊 Max and Jay stripped off their clothes and I was greeted with the sight of Jay’s huge cock, Max’s cock looked as long, but Jay’s was so thick like a beer can. Max had a silver cock ring and ball stretcher with nipple piercings. Max get the dumb fuck set up. Okay said Max. He came over and pulled my legs apart and clamped them in chains, then got a ball stretcher and yanked down hard on my sack, I screamed whilst he attached the ball stretcher, then a thick silver cock ring was slide over and my cock and balls where extended and throbbing red, at which point he surprised by fully sucking me cock down his throat pulling my foreskin back over the engorged purple head of my cock, it felt so good my cock throbbed and throbbed as he worked his throat around my cock, I wanted to cum and my ball were busting but the ball stretcher was preventing any release. Jay said good work Max he passed on cumming for this dumb fuck, now do his nipples, Max took a needle and pieced both nipples the pain was immense as he fitted rings with a chain between then adding weights to pull at my nipples. Okay good work Max, lets get that Negative cumdump down and into the basement, chains where attached to my wrist cuffs and then to my ankle cuffs as he released me. I was walked down into this basement with all kinds of stuff hanging from the walls, slings, benches whip’s and huge dildo’s everywhere. Cameras and mirrors everywhere to capture all angles. Jay said to Max get him in the stocks I was bent over arms and head secured in the stocks, at which point I said please Sir don’t do this, Jay laughed and said it’s your fate, if you only read before you signed the contract both you and Max have that in common Cumdump. Jay pulled my legs apart and secured them in place. Jay then spoke into the Mic’s “look at that small pink hairless Virgin rosebud it will never be the same after tonight, it will bleed, be flooded with POZ cum, fucked and fisted remorselessly. We are going to take a break now, back in 30 minutes with our guests for the breeding, especially looking forward the Aids Fucker destroying his life. Part 2 the Breeding Only if you want pigs?

I heard the door open and Men coming into the basement all cheering. Then I heard Jay say to the guys if you don’t want to be filmed put a mask on. Jay said right lets see how many dirty loads we can total up tonight, no time limits. Then I heard Jay say to Max put the mouth spreader the one with the teeth guard into the cumdump, which be did. Max you can fuck him first and don’t be gentle while I fuck its throat. Jay then walked up to my face and said bet you wish you hadn’t signed the contract now 😊 Jays cock was massive as he place the head at the entrance to my mouth, Pigs btw the mouth is for cleaning cock not cumming in yet. Jay shoved him huge cock straight down my throat just as I felt Max’s cock pushing at my ring and then fuck Max’s cock had broken through and in one hard thrust I felt his balls hit my back, Max started piston fucking my as my body spasmed, Max said I'm getting close, stop Jay said I’m loading it first, Max obediently pulled out and they swapped positions, Max pushed his bloody cock into my mouth he had made me bleed! Jay’s Cock was so big and hard he pushed and pushed and then my ring gave out and he was in me, Cumdump you have 3 inches of my cock in you another 7 to go as he laughed each time he thrust more went in, then I heard Jay say “Pigs I’m at his second ring now” what did he mean! Then he pulled back and slammed in and I felt my insides tare open as his cock broke through and his big balls mashed against my butt. For 15 minutes he smashed in and out of my hole and his cock was getting harder and harder, Jay then shouted “Pigs here comes his first load of Toxic POZ cum” Jays balls where no longer slapping my but they where as hard as steel, Jay then said here it cum my POZ babies are at my cock head now, just as he thrust hard one last time I felt his cock throbbing and blasting Toxic POZ cum deep in my bowels YES, YES, YES take my POZ cum you worthless cumdump, it felt like he flooded me, but why was my cock still hard and why was I loving it! Jay pulled out as the guys cheered, his cock was covered in cum and blood, as quick as a flash Max was in my hole again, while Jay pushed his blood and cummy cock down my throat. Max hammered me hard and shouted FUCK FUCK FUCK I’m cumming take my dirty load bitch as his cock throbbed and blasted his cum into me to mix with Jays. I was really conflicted why was I loving this so much! Part 3: Pigs your turn

[This is Part Two of the story, "The Out-of-Towner." If you have not yet read it, start there before continuing.] Moderator's Note: I merged the two threads to keep the two parts together. Nearly a month had passed and I found myself checking the apps multiple times each day, searching for the anonymous out-of-town stranger who bred me with his poz cum. I had taken several OraQuick tests but all had - so far - come back negative. I found myself thinking more and more about that beautiful poz cock, how it split me open and pounded my hole and left me a soggy mess. That's not to say I had been celibate for the past month. Even the prospect of being poz gave me a new-found freedom and I found myself behaving like the wanton slut I've always wanted to be. Instead of going home and searching for cock on the apps, I would go to the local adult theater or to one of the several bookstores in my area. I had taken more cock in one month than I had in the entire previous year. But still, I continued to check the apps searching for that one specific profile. I ached to be filled the way my out-of-towner had filled me. It happened on a Wednesday. I was in one of the more popular bookstores, bent over the back of a couch in their public area. My lips were wrapped around a big black cock that stood in front of me while a twentysomething guy pounded me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips so hard I could feel his nails digging into me through the fog of poppers and pleasure. At last the twentysomething gasped and unloaded deep inside me. "My turn," said the big black cock in my mouth. He stepped around the couch and in one fluid motion slid balls deep inside me. He had obviously enjoyed my mouth because after just a few thrusts, I heard a grunt and the telltale pulse of his cock as he, too, unloaded deep in my guts. After cleaning his cock with my mouth - I found the taste of cum and ass intoxicating - I pulled up my pants and took my phone from my pocket. The bookstore was pretty quiet, with just a few other guys milling around looking for a cock to suck. I opened the apps and there it was - the message I had been waiting for. "Back in town," it read. "Come get some more poz cum." Without a moment's hesitation I responded. My hands trembled with excitement as I typed, "At the bookstore now. Same hotel? Room?" "Which bookstore?" was the reply. I gave him the name and address. "Stay there," he wrote. "I'll be there in 15 minutes. I'll let you know when I arrive and you're to bend over and be ready." "OK," I replied. I hadn't expected him to be mobile, but I'm big on public displays so I waited and watched the app. At last, he messaged that he'd arrived. "I'm in the public room," I responded. "Bend over the couch," he ordered. Quickly, I stood behind the couch and dropped my pants. The TV on the opposite wall showed two guys spit-roasting a third. There wasn't a condom in sight. I took a couple of hits from my brown bottle as I heard the turnstile at the entrance. Not once, not twice, but three times. Was that him? Did he bring others? I was tempted to look but forced myself to concentrate on the video that was playing. It didn't take long before I felt a hand on my ass. "See, what did I tell you?" said a voice. His voice. I heard a few grunts of agreement and more hands on my ass. Then, a finger slipped inside me. "He's pre-loaded," my out-of-towner told his friends. "This is gonna be fun." Then, to me he asked, "You test positive yet, slut?" "No not yet," I replied. The finger in my hole became two, then three. My hole twitched with pleasure, squeezing them as they slid in and out. "I brought some friends," he said. "They're here to make sure you get knocked up tonight if you aren't already." My breath caught in my throat as I heard those words. I took a few more hits from my brown bottle and as I did so, became vaguely aware that some of the other guys who had been milling around the bookstore were now standing around and watching. I felt a mild pressure on my hole and then once again the sharp sting of a toothbrush inside me. The sensation lasted only a few moments before it was withdrawn. "We're pozzing this slut tonight," my out-of-towner announced to the audience. "After tonight, his hole will be toxic." A few guys turned and left the public room at this, but the others - I counted four or five - leaned in a little more to watch. At last the fingers withdrew. One of the friends stepped behind me and I felt the tip of his cock press on my hole. The click of a lube bottle, then a cool stream of liquid ran down my crack. He massaged my hole with his cock, spreading the lube around. Then I felt the head slip inside. A steady pressure and soon he was buried to the hilt, his thighs pressing against my ass as he dug in as deep as he could. His cock hit my prostate and the precum started to flow, dripping from my cock not only onto the floor but also my pants, which I had simply dropped around my ankles. The first guy pounded hard, ramming that cock into me over and over. The precum flowed freely as I steadied myself against this assault. I tried to stay quiet since we were in a public place, but I wasn't able to fully stifle the moans of pleasure escaping my lips. That only spurred him on more. His grasp on my hips tightened and his thrusts took on a frantic pace, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass reverberating around the room. Then his thrusts stopped, his cock buried deep inside me. I heard him gasp and, as I clenched my hole around his shaft, I felt him pulse over and over as he emptied his balls. At last his grasp relaxed, and after a few more orgasmic pulses he slid out of my hole. Immediately I felt a wetness running down my legs. He shifted around to the side and grabbed my head, forcing his half-stiff cock into my mouth for the customary cleaning. The taste of blood mixing with that of the other juices was heavenly! Then I noticed the biohazard tattoo just to the left of his cock, and I felt a huge drop of my own precum drip from my cock onto the floor below me. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Amazing." "Told you," I heard my out-of-towner reply. "OK, you're up." The next guy took his place behind me, pushing into my ass in one motion as the previous guy had done. This cock was a bit bigger, though not as large as the out-of-towner's. His pace was more measured, taking his time to enjoy my hole with now three loads inside. His hips swayed from side to side as he worked his shaft in and out of my hole, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. With one hand flat on my back, he grabbed my left hip with the other and increased the speed and force with which he fucked me, once again hitting my prostate just right and sending even more of my precum onto the floor below. It was even harder to keep quiet with his cock in my ass, and I finally decided that I didn't care. I let the moans flow as freely as the precum. It didn't take long before he, too, picked up his pace. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he announced to the room. "This guy has a viral load over a million," said the out-of-towner. "He's gonna get you good and pregnant." "Gaaaaaah," exclaimed the top in my hole as he began to pump his load into me. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" He collapsed onto my back for a moment, his rapid breathing warming my skin. He was soaked in sweat, as was I. After a moment he stood up and like the first guy, stepped around the couch to feed me his cock. No sooner had he vacated the spot behind me than the out-of-towner stepped in. Before the second guy's cock was even in my mouth he was balls-deep inside me, stirring the toxic brew his friends had already deposited in my hole. I took a couple of hits from my brown bottle, but by then I was stretched so wide that he slid in with relative ease. The second guy's now-softening cock entered my mouth and the flavor of ass and blood and four different loads of cum momentarily took my focus away from how good the cock in my ass was feeling. I had the presence of mind to check for a tattoo but did not see one near his groin. As I looked up, though, I spied the biohazard symbol tattooed around his left nipple. HOT! The second cock was removed from my mouth and once again all my attention turned to the huge cock in my ass. Just like last time he was pounding me, so hard that the couch slid forward several inches and I had to shift my feet to keep from falling over. He followed me in stride, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts as he worked to plant yet another toxic load in my well-used hole. "Fuck yeah, take that poz cock!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "You're never gonna know whose baby you're carrying, slut." The dirty talk once again struck just the right chord, and before long I was shooting a huge load of cum all over the back of the couch and onto the floor. My ass clenched and unclenched around his cock as my load shot out, which must have been just the thing he needed. "Here it comes! Get ready for this poz load!" He rammed his cock deep and for the fifth time tonight, I felt his cock jump inside me as he shot his load into my guts. It took a while for the pulses to subside, but at last he was spent. He slid out of my hole and, like the others, offered me his cock to clean off. The toxic brew on his cock looked more red than the others had and I gobbled it down greedily, taking him in my throat all the way to the root to make sure I cleaned off every last drop. As I slowly regained my senses and became aware of the room around me, I saw that his two friends had already dressed and had joined the other guys who had watched the entire time. As the out-of-towner stepped back, one of the guys in the audience moved forward. "Not so fast," the out-of-towner growled. Once again, I felt the pressure of a plug against my hole and once again, it opened eagerly to accept the plug and then clenched around the base to ensure none of the poz loads inside me leaked out. "But I wanted a taste," the audience member protested. "Too bad, those loads are all for him," replied the out-of-towner. With that, the small group dispersed. The out-of-towner's friends waited for him to pull up his pants and straighten his shirt, then they too turned toward the exit. The out-of-towner paused for a moment and slapped me on my still-bare ass. "Not sure if I'll ever get back this way again, but if I do, you'll hear from me." With that, he turned and walked over to the exit where his friends were waiting. The door beside the turnstile opened, and they were gone into the night. This time, I held off on testing myself for three and a half months. I didn't want to know which of the three had knocked me up, or whether it happened my first time with the out-of-towner or when the three of them bred me at the bookstore. Finally, one day on my way home from work I stopped and picked up an OraQuick test. After waiting the 20 minutes as instructed I looked - and there, in all its glory, was the second line. I was knocked up. I went to the gay and lesbian health clinic a few days later and they confirmed the good news. I don't know if I'll see the out-of-towner again, but even if I don't, now I have something to remember him by.

So I had a whole week free which included a trip to Orlando (I live in Miami) and I decided to use it to be the nastiest piggiest cumdump I could! First stop was Club Orlando - I only had a few hours so I undressed down to my jock and went right to the dark room in the back. I basically grabbed the first cock and put it in my mouth - I find that this is usualy the best way to ensure a load later on. Sure enough, before long the guy flipped and pushed me down on the big table in the middle of the room. I felt hick cock enter me and I just begged for the first load of the day right away. Soon he was unloading in me. I love the feeling of that first load, since it also means I wont need any more lube! I walked around some more, but ultimately kept coming back to the dark room for action. At oen point, one guy in here climed on top of the table with me and fucked me hard - then suddenly after he came I realize someone else had their cock in me. The realization that this was some new man, was so hot - he too pumped me full of cum in a minute or so. In the end I left with 5 loads - which was about par for my previous record. But I was not done! A c ouple of days later, I was in south FL and headed over to Club Fort Lauderdale. This club unfortunately has a lot of posing and not that much action for anyone of average looks (I'm 39 and in ok shape, but no twink stud) - however, I got lucky and someone shared some party favors which got me to plan a whole night of fun, I went o Slammers first, where I got piggy with anohter bottom in the dark room, licking his cummy cunt and talking about all the loads we were gonna take. I only got one in the dark room, but a few more in the group area on the back. I could just start sucking off guys who approached and soon enough each one flipped me and stuck their cock in me. This always gets me very verbal and they cant help but cum. As that was widing down (it was a wednesday) I went to the local club Ramrod, and got fucked in full view of everyone on their pool table. Lastly I went to clubhouse and cruised until I could a guy willing to give me a load in his room. Total count - 7 or 8 loads! New record! But then the real fun was to come Friday, at Slammers again, and it was PACKED. I got in early, and walked from one fucking are to another looking for cocks. No luck in the dark room, but in two other room my blowjobs led to fucking, and then other guys seeming me be such a slut and moaning and begging for loads would join in. I could feel my hole getting wetter and wetter, loads dripping down my legs and soaking my jock - and loved pushing out cum to use as lube for every new guy. I was just loving being a total pig! By 3 am I estimate about 20 cocks and 12 loads in my hungry slut hole! New record yet again, and total of over 25 for the week! Hottest time I had in ages, and next I really wanna do the hotel cumdump thing to get even more hot cum inside me.

It started like any other evening. I was super horny when I got home from work, so I pulled out my phone and browsed the apps while I surfed some porn to edge. As we all know, the apps are really hit or miss. Most nights I end up jerking off to the porn I'm watching (always bareback cream pie, of course), but occasionally I have some success and end up either hosting or traveling to meet a top to pound my hungry hole. This night, I received a message as soon as I logged on. "Hey," it read. "I'm in town for the night, staying by the airport. I don't have a vehicle but I can host if you come to me." The pic that followed showed a long, thick, cut cock next to a 12 oz. soda can. It was much longer (I estimated about 9") and damn near as thick as the can! My mouth immediately began salivating. Now I hate condoms - don't we all - but my hole has a special dislike of condoms on large cocks. It takes a surprising amount of lube for a wrapped-up cock to slide comfortably in and out, so as I always do with the hung ones, I figured I'd test the waters. I have two ass pics, one with and one without cum dripping from my hole. They were taken recently by a friend so I could use them in just such a situation. I sent the pic showing my friend's cum dripping out of me and the message, "Interested. Do you fuck raw?" I held my breath waiting for the response. At last it came: "Raw is law." YES! "Which hotel are you at?" I messaged back. Turned out that he was at the go-to hotel for people who schedule gang bangs, pump & dumps, and other filthy activities. Even better! "One thing," he wrote before I could ask the room number. "I'm poz and I'm not on meds. Is that a problem?" My hole twitched involuntarily. When I began fucking raw I knew I was taking a risk, but once I knew how good it felt to be fucked raw there was no going back. I was hooked! More recently, I've begun more actively searching it out, to join the poz brotherhood and fully embrace my role as a no-loads-refused cum dump. But the men I met were either negative and/or on PrEP, or poz and undetectable. I hosted anonymous tops more times than I could count - often blindfolded and ass up so I truly had no idea whose cock was dumping a load inside me. I had lost count but over the course of 10 years I had taken hundreds of loads, I know, and still I remained negative. But now, at last, here was a stranger from out of town giving me the chance to make my fantasy a reality! My heart was in my throat as I quickly responded. "Not at all! I'm chasing. I want all the cum you can give me!" "Come and get it." And his room number. The mixture of excitement and nervousness I felt had me shaking and light-headed as I quickly douched my hole, pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, and headed out the door. The drive was a blur, focused as I was on getting to the hotel and being bred by that beautiful poz cock. It was almost a surprise when I found myself parked in the hotel parking lot. My pulse throbbed rapidly in my ears and my hands were cold and clammy as I opened the car door and walked into the hotel and past the reception desk. Reaching the elevator, I pressed the call button and the doors immediately opened. Bright light spilled out into the lobby, creating an almost ethereal effect as I entered what I hoped would be the portal to a new life. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I took two big hits from my little brown bottle. My head swam and I had to steady myself against the elevator wall, but it had the desired effect of calming my nerves a bit. Of course, it also had the effect of stoking the immense horniness I felt at the prospect of being filled with poz cum! His room was just a few doors down from the elevator. The door was ajar and the lights inside were off. I tentatively pushed the door open and stepped inside. I closed the door behind me as my eyes began to adjust to the darkness. I could just make out his form standing by the closed curtains at the opposite end of the room. Judging from his silhouette, his cock was already standing at full attention. "Get undressed and get on the bed doggy style," he ordered. As I dropped my pants I made sure to grab my little brown bottle from the left pocket. I had a feeling I'd be needing it. Naked now, I climbed up onto the bed as ordered, my back arched to project my ass toward him. He approached silently and I felt his hand caress first my left ass cheek, then the right. Then it slid into the crack between them, deftly finding my hole. His finger traced the outline of my pucker, causing involuntary shudders to run through my body. I heard the pop of a plastic cap and then a cold stream ran down from the top of my crack to meet his finger. He swirled the lube around, slipping a finger - and then two, and then three - into my hole. I took two more big hits from my little brown bottle, causing my head to swim again. His fingers felt amazing and it was all I could do to keep from demanding he fuck me right then and there. He pushed me forward until I was laying on my stomach on the bed, legs spread wide. "I'm only going to ask you this once," he said. "Once I am inside you, you will be bred. Do you understand that I am HIV positive, and that I will be gifting you with a poz load?" "Yes," I replied, almost begged. "I want your poz load inside me. Fill me with your poz cum!" The lube cap popped once more and I assumed he was applying some to his cock before he entered me. But instead he slipped something else inside, something rough and mildly sharp. A toothbrush. I grit my teeth at the sensation as he slid the bristles in and out, prepping me to fully receive his DNA. After a moment he withdrew it, and I felt him climb up onto the bed behind me. I took a couple more big hits from my little brown bottle as he positioned his cock at my hole. "Ready to get pozzed?" he asked. "Yes!" He plunged that monster cock balls-deep inside me in one thrust. To say I was unprepared, even with my head swimming from the poppers, is an understatement. My hole burned and spasmed around the invader as I cried out in pain. "That's it," he whispered in my ear. "Now that hole is nice and open and ready to be pozzed." He remained motionless as my hole slowly relaxed around his shaft. The pain slowly subsided. A few more hits from my little brown bottle helped things along. A few more moments passed and then I felt his cock begin to slide out of me. He began thrusting in slow, rhythmic movements that gradually quickened as my resistance melted away. He felt so good stretching my insides the way he was! "You like that poz cock in your slutty hole?" he asked kind of loudly. Normally I'm not huge into a verbal top, but the way he emphasized the word 'poz' struck just the right chord. "Fuck yes," I hissed my response through clenched teeth as he continued his relentless pounding. "I need that poz cum in my ass." His hips slapped against my ass as he thrust balls-deep over and over. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and a few beads of sweat dripped from his chest onto my back. My hands grasped the sheets in a death grip as waves of pleasure swept over me. Then he stopped and withdrew his amazing cock. I felt suddenly empty. Sliding up the bed, he positioned his cock near my mouth. "Suck it," he ordered. "Taste your blood on that poz cock." I greedily took him in my mouth. The taste of lube and his cock and my ass and, yes, blood mixed on my tongue, a concoction I had never tasted before. It was incredible. I couldn't get enough of it! I gulped his cock as far down my throat as I could work it, cleaning off almost the entire length as I did. He reached down and lifted my left thigh, prompting me to flip onto my back. Moving back down my body, he grabbed my ankles and held them high as he once more positioned his cock at my hole. Like before, he slid inside me in a single thrust, but unlike before it sent shock waves of pleasure, not pain, throughout my body as he hit my prostate just right. The precum flowed from my cock and I became vaguely aware of the deep, gutteral moans escaping my lips. "That's it," he panted. "Take it all like the wannabe poz slut you are!" He continued to pound my hole for what seemed like an eternity but like all good things, it eventually had to come to an end. "I'm gonna cum," he announced. "I'm gonna fill you with my toxic load, knock you up and make you a poz slut for the rest of your life!" It was all too much. His words coupled with the continued stimulation of his cock hitting my prostate sent me over the edge, and I felt my own load release in the biggest orgasm I've ever had, before or since. I shot geysers of cum all over my stomach and chest as I felt his pace quicken. "Here it comes, slut. Your life is about to change!" And with that, I felt his cock begin to pulse and throb in my hole as his poz load began to fill me up. He made sure to thrust in as deep as he could, burying his shaft balls-deep to make sure that sweet toxic seed stuck. At last, spent, he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. "Don't move," he ordered as he climbed off the bed. I stayed still as he reached behind him and took something from beside the TV. He bent over slightly and I felt a pressure on my hole. A plug! It slid in easily given how stretched out I was, but still my hole was able to clamp down enough to hold it in place. "A little souvenir," he said. "Leave that in all night to make sure you're knocked up." He walked around to the side of the bed and offered me his now-flaccid cock. I greedily cleaned it off with my mouth a second time, savoring the different tastes all mixed together. I got up slowly, careful not to dislodge the plug in my ass. He offered me a towel to wipe off my own cum, and I gratefully accepted it. I then dressed and prepared to head for the door. "I'll be back this way next month," he said as I headed for the door. "You won't know for sure by then if you're carrying my babies, so come take another load just for good measure. I need to poz that ass again." "I'd love to," I said. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. As the elevator doors opened, the lights inside seemed even more ethereal than they had on my way in. Was it a sign? I'd have to wait a few months to find out for sure. And in the meantime, I had another amazing fuck to look forward to next month. But next time, I resolved, I'd spend a little time pre-stretching!

Denial is a powerful thing. Denial can blind you to facts and make it easier to lie to yourself. Denial can protect you from harm. Denial can make you stronger… and weaker. And denial can hone desire. The first time I saw Kurt it was Tuesday, April 25th and he was fucking a guy at the bar. I remember the date because of “Miss Congeniality”. I also remember it because I had agreed to meet there for a first date with a guy I met on Grindr. Naturally he never showed up. Go figure. Technically Kurt wasn’t fucking the guy “at the bar” but in the bathroom. At the trough urinal to be precise. After drinking three beers while waiting for Mr. No-Show, I needed to relieve myself… and there he was. Nailing some twink while they were standing at one side of the trough. The twink was braced up against the wall and Kurt had his hands on his hips and was drilling away. The remaining open area of the trough was occupied by another guy who was ostensibly pissing, but mainly watching the show. And then there was me. Standing there. Utterly frozen. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a prude, sexually. I’d definitely had my fair share of sexual experiences. But my sex to date had been fairly straightforward and shall we say, tame. Definitely not of the “fucking in a bar bathroom” variety. Sure, I’d jacked off to porn like this- but I’d never encountered it in real life. So I think I was kind of stunned to have stumbled into such a scene at my local gay bar. Stunned—yet titillated at the same time. Instantly I had that nervous excitement about it in my guts. Like “this is wrong, but why does it excite me”? Looking back, I’m not sure what it was about Kurt that attracted me so completely and so quickly. I mean, I didn’t usually make a habit of lusting after guys who go around fucking in public toilets. But I was instantly mesmerized by him. Perhaps it was me attaching the sight of him the heady aroma of stale piss, ripe pits, naphtha, and pheromones. Or maybe it was my body tuning into the pulsing waves of sexual confidence radiating from him. Or maybe it was because I was horny and he was just a fucking ridiculously handsome man. Kurt was one of those empirically hot men- the kind you see in Colt magazines or 80’s porn. He was tall. Like a good head taller than me. Swarthy. Muscular. Broad chest and back. Short black hair and a thick beard so dense you could just make out a slash of a mouth in there. A jaw and nose like they’d been sculpted by an LA cosmetic surgeon. A dark pelt of fur covered his substantial chest and taut stomach. Thighs like a Greco Roman wrestler. Was he Italian? Greek? Lebanese? Whatever it was, he was fiercely handsome and built like a fuck tank. That night he was in biker boots, jeans and a leather harness with metal arm bands accentuating his ample biceps. He also had leather wrist cuffs on- like a modern day sex gladiator. As he pummeled the twink, I just stood and stared at him. It was like seeing a unicorn—the kind of guy that never really seemed to exist in real life. The guy pissing eventually left and freed up the trough, but I couldn’t move even though I really had to go. Kurt seemed to sense my presence. Without missing a thrust he called back over his shoulder in a deep voice, “You wanna use him next? I’m just about through.” This sort of snapped me out of it. I kind of stammered a bit and said no, thank you and that I just needed to pee. I moved to the free area next to them, as far to the side as I could manage in order to give them space. I was just freeing my dick from my pants when Kurt looked over. And I made the mistake of looking back. Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. And I stared back. He was just so beautiful that I felt I should look away. That I wasn’t worth being scrutinized by him. But I couldn’t look away. I was completely immobilized. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “Don’t piss yet,” he commanded as he continued to stare into my soul. I merely swallowed and nodded my acceptance. Kurt started thrusting again and picked up his tempo, never taking his eyes off mine. Have you ever had a guy look you in the eye while he’s fucking someone else? All that naked lust projected at you. It’s animal. Almost feral. And even though you aren’t being physically penetrated, all of that Alpha energy has a choke-hold on your most primal core. His unblinking stare is daring you to look away from the stolen intimacy. But you won’t look away. You can’t. You are utterly frozen- powerless- waiting until the release of his seed releases his hold over you. Let me tell you. It’s intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt like we were in our own time bubble until suddenly he grunts loudly and I know he’s emptying himself into the blissed out twink. He slowly pulls out, gaze unwavering. I finally broke eye contact to look down at the meat that was slowly exiting the twink’s ass. Damn… it was long pullout. A thick, long, glistening cock with a fat, ruddy head eventually popped free of the hole. An enormous PA glinted in the half-light as his cock swung free of its anal confines. I swear Kurt wagged it a bit knowing that I was watching it. I could feel myself blushing. “Now you can piss,” Kurt commanded in a low voice. “Inside him.” My eyes snapped back to him. “Whu- whu- what?” I managed to squeak out. Kurt’s eyes glittered darkly. “Piss. Up his ass. He’s a worthless fuckin’ urinal and I wanna watch you use him as such.” I hesitated. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and to be honest the whole scene felt like a fever dream. It was all so surreal. Things like this just didn’t happen to me and my brain was shutting down. My skin was hot and felt like it was vibrating. I found myself highly aroused, which disturbed me. It’s like he tapped into some dark sexual side of me that I didn’t know existed but longed to be released. And much like a dream, I felt like I was just being swept along in the story. “Do it. I wanna watch you piss my cum deep into his guts.” I still hadn’t really moved from my side of the trough, my fly undone and my dick out and really needing to piss at this point. Normally I’m pretty pee shy (and also shy about guys seeing my erect dick), but Kurt exerting control was overcoming my shyness and making my cock stiffen regardless. I saw Kurt’s eyes flick down to my groin and then a tug of a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you Clark Kent preppy-types. You look like good boys, but there’s always a Superpig hiding just below the surface. All you need is that phone booth.” In a daze I slowly took position behind the twink, and slid my steel-hard dick inside his slick, well-opened chute. I could feel the wet heat of his ass engulf me, but my cock and body was dissociated from my brain. It was like I was watching myself do all of this from beyond myself- aware of it all, but also a bystander. “Fuck him,” Kurt growled. I’m embarrassed to say that I lasted all of perhaps 30 seconds. Kurt, the scene, the fact that this was so beyond the pale for me fairly short circuited my brain. My orgasm caught me by surprise and sort of startled me back to reality. “Oh my god. I just came in him. Without a condom,” I said in a confused whisper. Kurt looked at me with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Now relax that bladder. Fill this urinal up.” Was I really going to do this? I’d just cum inside a random guy at the bar and now I was being asked to piss his ass? All this in the bathroom at the bar on a dead Tuesday night? I could feel myself relaxing into the idea, but also warring against it. The urge to piss was strong and my erection waning, but I was still clenched. Kurt leaned in to whisper. “You’re gonna piss in him… for me. Because I’m giving you permission to give in to your desires. And because you know it will please me.” His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. Or was it merely a pee shiver? Or was it a shiver of my naked desire to please this fucking Alpha sex god? Whatever it was, the last of my inhibitions with the scene fell away and my bladder started emptying into the twink. Something I feel I should mention- I have a big bladder. I’m one of those guys at the movie theater who after the movie lets out, I’m at the urinal for a solid 3 minutes of pissing. Like, the urinals on either side of me will change over at least twice while I’m standing there. I get really self-conscious about it because I always think I might look like a [banned word] or something hanging out in a bathroom. So I always aim for the water so guys can audibly hear that I’m actually going still and not wanking it. (Yeah, I’ve had lots of time to analyze this). After a minute or so, Kurt asks the twink, “He pissing in you?” “Oh god damn yes sir! So much piss sir! I’m getting so full sir!” Kurt looks at me again with a smirk- his glittering, dark eyes raking my very soul. “Good boys.” I eventually finish, and slowly pull out of the urinal kid. “Now clean off his dick,” Kurt tells him. The twink rapidly drops and takes my dick in his mouth and starts sucking me. While this is happening, Kurt is tucking his flaccid equipment back into his jeans and buttoning up. Kurt has washed up and is walking out of the bathroom before I snap out of this weird sex trance. I quickly pull my dick from the twink’s mouth and zipped up. The twink silently resumed his standing post at the trough, awaiting others while I headed for the sink. As I was washing up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the guy on the other side. What the fuck just happened? I don’t fuck random guys. And I certainly didn’t engage in water sports. Who WAS this person? Had I been drugged? I kind of felt a bit sick to my stomach. But I felt something else too… satisfaction? I splashed water on my face and toweled off before leaving the bathroom. When I made it back to the bar, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I needed some answers so I quickly flag the bartender over. “Excuse me, but have you seen a big, burly, dark haired guy who was in a harness and…”. The bartender cuts me off with a harsh, appraising look. “Kurt just left,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me he’s dickmatized another one?” Another one meaning me. “Oh… no. I just, um, wanted to… talk…to him. Maybe?” The bartender snorted. “Good luck, kid,” he said as he shook his head. “You’re gonna need it.” * * So his name was Kurt, that much I’d learned from the bartender. But where had he come from? Why hadn’t I ever seen him out before? Granted I almost never went to the bars, but still. Someone like him I figure I would have noticed at some point. Or heard about. Or seen online. Or something. Needless to say, I became obsessed with him. Like all-consuming, can’t-focus-at-work obsessed. Every waking moment I was replaying the bathroom scene in my head. My dick was getting raw from jacking off to it. I looked for him on the apps. I looked for him when I was shopping at the grocery store. I started rotating to other gyms in my network to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because he obviously worked out. All to no avail. I also started going to the bar more frequently in the hopes of running into him again. I started to go every Tuesday at the same time as before. But since that wasn’t yielding any results, I started peppering in other nights of the week. And Friday happy hours. I even started asking Charlie (the bartender) about him. As I was becoming a regular, I’d gotten on a first name basis with him. This particular night I plaintively asked, “You seen him recently?” I didn’t even have to give a name anymore as Charlie knew exactly who I was talking about. Normally he’d just roll his eyes at me and shake his head. “Actually, he was in two nights ago,” Charlie told me. Rats! I’d missed him! “And…?” I asked like the needy bitch I was becoming. Charlie looked uncomfortable. “Um, well. He picked up some out of towner, and they left together.” I was crestfallen and Charlie noticed. “Look kiddo. You need to set your sights on a different guy. Kurt is… well, I don’t think he’s a good match for you. I mean, he’s off-the-charts sexy, and you know the fuck would be epic. He’d probably split a little guy like you in half! But he has… issues. And I don’t think he’s exactly your scene. You’d just find yourself used and discarded like a teenage boy’s tube sock. That’s it. “Look. You are cute as hell with a bangin’ little bod on you. And you seem like you got it together, with a good head on your shoulders- at least when it hasn’t been turned by Kurt. You need to put yourself out there and find a nice guy, like yourself. Or even a not so nice guy if you just want sex. You honestly can get yourself any man you want at the drop of a hat!” “I’m not *that* nice,” I replied sullenly. “And evidently I can’t get *any* man.” Charlie just sadly shook his head. It wasn’t until a couple months later that I was at the bar (also on a Tuesday, as it was becoming my regular night) when I saw Kurt again. I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was a bit longer and he was completely clean-shaven. He was also wearing rimless glasses that went with his business-casual drag for the evening. But it was him. It was definitely him. He was leaning up against the bar, beer in hand, in a tight, navy blue polo that looked like it was straining to contain him. He was also chatting with another guy who had his back to me. Kurt was smiling and laughing a little at what the other guy was saying and I felt jealously uncoil in my guts. I positioned myself in Kurt’s line of sight, and tried my best not to stare. It wasn’t working. Kurt wasn’t looking- he only apparently had eyes for this other guy. I drank down my whole beer this way… waiting for Kurt to notice me. Or at least to acknowledge my presence. It didn’t happen. When the other guy finally excused himself to the restroom, I decided it was time to make my move. I walked up to where Kurt was standing and leaned on the bar next to him. “Hey Kurt,” was my opening line. Smooth. He slowly turned to me and then casually tipped his chin down to regard me. His eyes were amber. I wasn’t expecting that. Seconds passed as he stared blankly at me. “Do I know you?” he finally said in a somewhat bored voice. “Um… no. Not exactly… But, um… there was this one time that we….” My voice died on my lips as Kurt’s friend returned. Kurt flicked a dismissive look in my direction and immediately turned away from me and started talking with his friend again. They spoke as if I were invisible. “So—friend of yours?” the guy asked. “Nope. Some rando… He just came up and started talking to me. It was really awkward. So, you wanna get out of here?” “Fuck yeah, daddy, I want my gift! Let’s go!” And then without another look in my direction, Kurt and his “plus one” left for the evening. My eyes stung as I stood at the bar. It was taking a massive effort not to cry right then and there; not like it would have mattered in the mostly dead bar. But still, public bawling over a guy was not high on my to do list. Maybe it was my jealousy, but all I kept thinking was ‘why did he leave with that guy’? I mean, I didn’t think he was all that cute. He was some average, mid-30’s, banker type with a receding hairline and a paunch. Was *that* Kurt’s type? What did he see in him? It was like a gut-punch to the old self-esteem. Eventually Charlie sauntered over, a concerned look on his face. “You ok, kid?” “Charlie, he looked at me like I was something he scraped off his shoe. I haven’t been made to feel like that since high school,” I said. “I mean, what’s that other guy got that I don’t got?” “A death wish,” Charlie mumbled. “What was that?” I asked, curious about his choice of words. “Nothin’ kid. I’m sorry you’re still hung up on him and I know it hurts a bit, but it’s for the best. Hell, they’re called ‘crushes’ for a reason.” He poured me a bourbon and set it in front of me. “Maker’s Mark… for affairs of the heart.” And then he took his leave, so I could nurse the drink, and my wounds, in private. * * After that, I became a bit less of a bar fly and a bit less stalkerish. Kurt still crossed my mind, but now instead of horny, it made me angry. Although I will admit that I found his facebook profile during one of my weaker moments. It was fairly private, so I couldn’t learn much. And it didn’t look like he had posted much in a few years. All I could see were a few pics of him with a guy named Bo who looked like he could be my older brother. However, I had so far managed to resist the urge to request friendship, which I saw as a definite win. I was slowly weaning myself off of Kurt, and getting back to somewhat of a focused life. And it felt good. So a month later when I saw Kurt again, it sort of caught me off guard. Although it really shouldn’t have- as it was at a sex party. Now, let me be clear. Sex parties are not my forte. I’ve only been to like 3 of them, like, ever. And while they are kind of exciting, I think perhaps I give off the wrong sort of vibe or something? Maybe I look too goody two-shoes? Or like I won’t participate? Or I look like I’m nervous (because I am). Whatever it is, I never seem to get laid at them. Maybe a little sucky sucky, but that’s kind of it. Which can be a bit depressing when you see others having loads of fun, so to speak. Anyway, my waning crush on Kurt had left me in a bit of a randy mood- considering I had been so focused on him that I hadn’t had sex in months. So I hit up a friend of a friend of mine whom I knew to have semi-regular sex parties at their fairly large (and sluttily equipped) home. As luck would have it, they were hosting one that coming Saturday evening as a July 4th “Bang Bash” and yes, I was welcome to “cum”. I received an email with directions and timing and rules (along with their strict no drugs policy). And by the time Saturday rolled around, I was fairly well vibrating I was so damn horny. Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited until 45 minutes after the party start time in order to arrive. I didn’t think I could take arriving early and being scrutinized by other party guests. It would make me even more self-conscious than I already am. When I arrived, I was shown where to put my clothes. As I disrobed, I was informed there were about 50 or so guys already there, the basement was in full swing, and that I should head on down. So I quickly got down to my jock, sneakers, and backward Cubs cap. One final check in the mirror convinced me I looked cute enough for this and I made my way downstairs. My glasses fogged briefly as I entered the humidity from the sweaty bodies. You could smell sex and poppers in the air. The basement area was illuminated by red bulbs, some rainbow LEDs and occasional bursts of laser lighting. House music throbbed to provide an ambient noise level to mask some of the fuck noises and lower inhibitions. It was a very heady combo, I’ll admit. I wandered around as I seem to do at such events, never quite sure of where to look or what to do with my hands. I saw several guys standing and/or kneeling as blow jobs were underway all over the place. A couple of guys were fucking in a darkened corner—the slap of flesh keeping time with the music. I watched them fuck for a little while. They were oblivious to my presence. As I wandered more I saw guys making out in groups of 3, 4 and more. There were guys on a couch and bent over chairs. It was a smorgasbord of sex. And then I saw him. His profile was unmistakable as he stood in a small knot of guys surrounding a sling. My stomach clenched and I nearly turned around to go back upstairs. But something made me hold my ground. I could tell that there was a guy in the sling, and that he was being fucked. I was hesitant to go watch- even though I wanted to- because of him. Suddenly a small voice inside me said, “Fuck him! You were invited here. It isn’t his party. You have every right to watch too.” So I made my way over to the sling. And thereby to Kurt. I stepped up to the side of the sling across from Kurt, keeping my eyes glued to the guy fucking the hot, furry, muscle cub who was currently getting his ass well and truly used. I had to will myself not to look over at him, but damnit if I wasn’t going to do my best to ignore that fucker the way he’d ignored me. It wasn’t going to be easy though, because in my peripheral vision I could tell Kurt was staring at me. Hard. Muscle cub by this time had found my cock and fished it out of my jock. He was jacking me and I was quickly wickedly hard. I shifted myself up toward his head so he could suck me while he was getting fucked. I shifted my gaze to the muscle cub’s face as he worked my cock. Anything to hold my attention and to keep me from looking at Kurt. Muscle cub was cute. Blonde. Stocky. Shoulders and arms for days. Nice pecs on him. And seeing him in such a vulnerable position on his back with his legs in the stirrups made my loins stir. I didn’t know if I wanted to do him… or be him. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Again, it was like I entered a sex trance and I was disconnected from my cock and this activity—I was aware of it but it was like I was dissociated from it all. Plus, I mean, again who *was* this guy who was actually participating at an orgy? Normally I couldn’t even get hard if there was more than one other guy in the room as I was too embarrassed and self-conscious. But tonight it was different. Because he was here. Dimly acknowledged in the back of my brain burned this solitary idea. I wanted to strike back at Kurt. I wanted him to see what I was doing. I wanted him to watch me fucking this guy’s mouth. I wanted to show him I could take pleasure without his permission and without even acknowledging him. In a misguided way, I was trying to wound him like he had wounded me at the bar. Although I honestly had no idea why I believed this would even phase him or where this idea had germinated. All I knew was that fucker was going to notice me and remember me this time. The guy fucking the muscle cub came suddenly—and very demonstrably. The cub pulled off my cock to moan in delight and say “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” As my eyes swept to the man emptying himself inside the cub, I stumbled. In a weak moment, I glanced over at him- I swear it was involuntary! And just as if he were medusa, my breath caught in my chest and I was immediately petrified under his gaze. He’d buzzed his hair down to fuzz, and his beard was at that heavier than 5 o’clock shadow stage. He was naked except for his harness. And tonight he wore a steel cock ring which matched the PA. This was the first time I’d seen the full expanse of his body, and my god he was beautiful. Like, everything was just perfectly proportioned. Everything except his fairly enormous cock. As we stared at each other? Waves. My god, the pulsing waves of pure, unadulterated sex that bombarded me from this man were unlike anything I’d ever felt! I could feel the thrum in my skin. Again, I blame the stench of man-sex and poppers and the July heat of the room and the music and pheromones. I didn’t even feel the cub’s mouth on my dick anymore (he’d evidently gone back to sucking me at some point- I honestly hadn’t noticed). I was lost in Kurt’s stare which was a grappling hook in my heart. With a small head gesture from him, I pulled my dick from the cub’s mouth and walked down to the now vacant end of the sling. Still locked into his eyes, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and added a slight pressure downward. I knew what he wanted, and even though I’d never rimmed a guy before, I obeyed. I slowly sank down, and started tonguing the cub’s furry pucker. The heat of his butthole and the tang of semen hit my tongue like a one-two punch, and it shocked me. A fuse blew, and I just started to eat his ass with abandon. The cub was moaning and begging for more, and I could feel him pushing out some of the cum for me. Tasting what he’d collected from these other men in this way drove me into a frenzy. In a hazy way, could tell my brain wanted to analyze what the fuck was going on with me, but I was too busy being swept along in the sexual current of the moment. I felt Kurt’s hand under my chin, gently lifting me upward. Again, he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I just knew. I absentmindedly reached for a condom, opened it and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and lubed up, although I didn’t need much. The cub was already well lubricated from several others. While continuing to be held by Kurt’s stare, I slid into the cub and started fucking him. Slowly, I let the sling rock back and forth, feeling the cub’s hot, hairy little hole slide up and down my shaft. Through my stare I was trying to telepathically communicate to Kurt that this is what *I* wanted. I wanted to be in the sling, him to be sheathed inside me— my hole working his shaft. Me giving him my body and giving him pleasure, and taking pleasure in return. During the fuck, Kurt moved closer. I felt his thumb and forefinger encircle my cock at the base as I fucked the cub. I was keenly aware that this was the first time he’d touched me, and I shuddered. On the outstroke, I could feel Kurt using his hand to work the condom up my shaft. Then he lined me up and I thrust back in. Then on the outstroke again, Kurt’s hand working the condom up. By the 4th stroke or so, it was just now at my head. He deftly pulled it off. Without missing a beat, he lined me up again and I slid back inside the cub. Kurt was again directing me as he wanted and I was his slave. He then leaned in close to me again and gruffly whispered, “Now breed him. He’s a cumdump and I wanna watch you give him what he wants.” I obeyed. I grabbed the chains of the sling and looked down at the muscle cub I was using as directed. He really was a cute guy, the kind of “aw shucks” guy it looks like you’d want to date and take home to your parents. At least until you found out he was a dirty, fucking slut. Which right now made my dick that much harder. His hole felt like wet silk on my raw dick. As I was building tempo, Kurt moved up to the head of the sling and tucked his prodigious unit in the cub’s mouth. Only about 1/3 of it fit and the cub was gagging on it. Kurt made eye contact with me again and held it as he grabbed the boy’s head and fucked his mouth. I smirked because I could tell that was doing this for me. He *knew* I would like seeing the cub struggle with his meat. He spoke to the cub next, in a deep voice that seemed to cut through the noise in the room. “Beg for his load, slut. I wanna hear you beg for his cum like the filthy cunt you are.” The cub stopped sucking long enough to start up a litany of entreaties for my seed. “Please breed me! Please cum in me! I wanna feel you load me! I need it! Please! No loads refused! I’m a fucking cum whore and I live to be filled! I want your DNA to be part of me! Knock me up, man!” Hearing the hot stud begging for me to cum was the final push to get the load to boil out of my balls. I buried myself in him and let go. Volley after volley of my pent up seed and frustration throbbed into his guts. “Oh fuck! I feel him cumming! I actually FEEL it!! Fuck that’s a lot! Oh FUUUUUCK!” the cub whimpered. And through all of this, my eyes never left Kurt’s. Even though I had just cum so much that it felt like my balls turned inside out, I was still in a sex trance. I was empty, but now I needed to get filled. I pulled out of the cub and made my way over to Kurt. I figured it was going to be now. This was going to happen. Kurt was still rock hard from our scene and I aimed to be on the recipient end of it. As I approached there was a brief look of confusion which flickered across his face. When I was in front of him, I reached out and grabbed his massive tool. He flinched at the contact, and pushed my hand away. Not to be deterred, I dropped to my knees in front of him and moved to take him in my mouth. He instantly jumped back away from me and barked out, “No.” It was like a hypnotist snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself naked on a stage in front of strangers. One of the party rules was “consent”. If someone said No or wanted to stop- you stopped. That was the rule. And if you didn’t stop, you were asked to leave or escorted out. So there I was, as it were. Just a boy. Kneeling in front of a boy. Asking him to fuck me. And being patently rejected. It was so “mixed message” after everything that had just transpired that I actually started to laugh. I had so many emotions roiling about that I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Seeing how Kurt looked at me, I was instantly filled with hot shame. Which was then rapidly replaced by seething anger. I stood up slowly and gave Kurt my best “what the everloving fuck” look. He just looked back at me with pinched brows and shook his head. So I walked over to the nearest fuck bench, bent over with dramatic flair, and proceeded to make a show of lubing up my ass. And I aimed to get filled one way or another. And if Kurt wouldn’t do it, anyone else would do. Any and all of them. And that fucker was going to watch them do it. One guy immediately walked up and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I asked for some poppers, took a hit, and went to town servicing him. I was on a mission. During this, I felt a couple different guys walk by and caress my ass. One even fingered my hole a little… but then they would walk away. Nobody seemed to want to fuck me. I kept wriggling my ass and trying to tempt guys, all to no avail. Why was nobody fucking me? Even the guy feeding me his cock didn’t cum and he wandered off. I was prepped. I was ready. I had a muscular, round ass from hours of squats and miles of biking. And I was a pretty darn good bottom from what I’d been told. But tonight I was on a fuck bench island—alone. I was starting to feel pretty despondent, when suddenly I feel a guy’s cock start to nudge around my ass. Finally! I hear the lube bottle open and feel him slick up his dick behind me. A lubed digit briefly slipped in my ass to open me up. And just as the head starts to slip inside me, it stops and pulls out. “What’s your deal, man? I was gonna breed that fine little ass!” “It’s off limits for you. Go fuck the cumdump in the sling.” It was Kurt’s voice. Why the fuck was Kurt was cock blocking? This made absolutely no sense. “Fuck you, man. You don’t own this hole. And this little fucker is begging for a load!” said my would be fucker. “Seriously man, just walk away. He doesn’t want your toxic seed.” Toxic seed? Was the guy poz and was he going to fuck me without a condom? I stood up from the bench. “Dude, are you poz and were you going to fuck me without a condom?” I asked the guy. He looked at me with disdain. “Whatever, dude. It’s a bareback sex party.” And he stalked off. Kurt was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “Are YOU the reason nobody’s been wanting to fuck me? Have you been cock blocking me this entire time??” I asked him incredulously. “I just saved your ass. Literally and figuratively. You’re in a sex haze and not thinking clearly. Did you really want his dirty dick to load you up with poz cum?” Kurt asked flatly. “Well… maybe I DID!” I retorted like a child. Kurt stared me down until I looked away. “I didn’t think so,” he answered smugly. And this pissed me off. “You know what? I’m out. Thanks for ruining what was turning into a good night. Let’s not keep meeting like this, shall we?” I spat as I walked away from him. I stormed upstairs, got dressed, and left the party. I drove home angry. Hurt. Sad. And … relieved? Relieved that I’d dodged a poz load in my ass all because of Kurt and his apparent conscience. I was more confused than ever about who the fuck this man was. * * I didn’t see Kurt again until the end of summer. And other than occasional angry thoughts about him, I didn’t much think of him during the time after the sex party. The only time he seriously entered my thoughts was during the one hookup I had in the month of August. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I was trying to find a clone of Kurt. The guy was big and dark and muscular—but the connection just wasn’t there. The sex was perfunctory and unfulfilling and left me fantasizing about Kurt while I jacked myself off on the guy. I ate my weight in ice cream afterwards, because feelings. Anyway, I really felt I had turned a corner when Labor Day rolled around. It was time for Tom and Hal’s end of summer pool party. I was in a mood and pretty down on myself, so I almost didn’t go. If Tom wasn’t such a good friend, I’d probably have begged off, coming up with some lame excuse. As it was, I sucked it up, put on the pink speedo that showed off my assets, and headed over. When I arrived, Tom met me at the door- a big shit eating grin on his face. “About time! And man have I got a surprise for you!” and he started singing “Matchmaker” from Fiddler on the Roof. “Oh no. Don’t you remember the last time you tried to set me up? I thought we’d learned our lesson, because *that* went so fucking well,” I admonished. “Look honey. How was I supposed to know he was still married?” he shrugged. “And a sub bottom with a diaper fetish,” I reminded him. “Everyone has little kinks, darling,” he laughed. “Exactly what part of ‘change me! Baby make boom-boom’ did you think I would find endearing?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Tom waved me off. “This one is different. You are 100% his type, and he is SO yours. I mean, this guy is so EVERYONE’S type. Trust me. This time, this yenta is onto something big. And from what I hear, I do mean BIG!” I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I had to just go with it. It was just who Tom was. I’d humor him, meet the guy, it wouldn’t work (like all the others because it was seriously like Tom didn’t know me at all or what I liked), and I’d go on my merry way until next time. Tom left me in the kitchen and scurried off to go find Mr. Match, so I made myself a drink. I heard him coming back with someone in tow (Tom was loud) just as I was completing my margarita. I turned around and… yeah. Him. Tom smiles huge and says, “I’d like to introduce you to…” “Kurt,” I finished, my disdain apparent. Tom’s smile falters. “Oh, have you two met?” he enquires. “Oh yeah. On a few separate occasions, isn’t that right Kurt?” Kurt just stood there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. For once he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took the opportunity to add an extra shot of patron to my marg. “By the way, Tom? You’re wrong about me being his type,” I said in the shittiest voice I could muster. “He actually finds me quite repulsive—that is when he can even be bothered to remember who the fuck I am. So if you’ll excuse me, imma go find your husband and drink. Heavily.” And with that I left them standing in the kitchen. Several drinks and an hour of avoidance later, I was on an air mattress in the pool, trying to relax and soak up the last of the summer sun. I felt the waves gently rock me as someone slid into the pool. A few moments later, a shadow covered me as someone stood next to my float. “Hey,” he said. Because of course it was Kurt. I tilted my head over and opened my eyes. God he was even more beautiful wet. And today he was sporting hair that was a bit longer and just starting to wave a bit, and a full mustache with heavy beard stubble. He was a wet, sexier Tom Selleck. Or Pete Kuzak. It was his best look and it physically hurt me to look at him, so I closed my eyes. “What is it, Kurt?” I sighed. “You’ve successfully managed to suck almost all the joy in my life for the past few months. What are you going to do for an encore? Anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?” He chuckled. “That line is from the movie Clerks. And No. No encore. More like a truce.” I looked at him again. “I was a jerk and I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “And I think that for today, on this last day of summer, we should just hang out and… be. Maybe get to know each other in a different space. What do you say?” I thought about it for a good minute. I mean, really thought about it. Do I continue to be butthurt? Or do I just say fuck it and let him off the hook? Even though his eyes held mine again, there wasn’t the heat. Instead they were saying “please”. Which broke me. I relented. “Fetch me another drink, Farm Boy, and we’ll see,” I said. “Fetch it yourself,” he says and then proceeded to dump me off my air mattress into the pool. I sputtered as I came up and he was laughing like a kid and smiling. Smiling AT me. I’d never seen him smile before, not like this. Not directed at me. Being on the receiving end of it was absolutely blinding. Like a million photographer flash bulbs going off. And he had dimples, because of course he did. Fuck me sideways. The next couple of hours in the pool drifted by lazily. We talked about everything and nothing. The Clerks quote had opened things up and we chatted about favorite movies and art and just hung out. Other guys at the party desperately wanted Kurt’s attention, but whenever they would swim up to chat, he would shift over to me. Feeling his bulk casually brush up against my side, or his furry leg touch mine set flame to my skin. One time he even draped his arm across my shoulders possessively and my insides melted. Seriously turned to goo. I slowly reciprocated and put my arm around his expansive back to his waist. This time he didn’t smack it away. It was the first time I was actually touching him after all these months—the heat of his tan flesh under my hand made my heart stutter. I’d had more than a few cocktails at this point, so I was feeling giddy and buzzy, but in a really warm and delightful way. I was also punch drunk from the attention Kurt was paying me. Feeling cocky, I popped back onto a pool float and lay back with my hands beneath my head. “Push me around the pool,” I jokingly command him. “As you wish,” he replied. Fuck me. He did know the Princess Bride after all. I felt his hand move from the float to my side and I felt sure that I was in for another dunking. If that happened, I’d make him pay. But no. We were in the shallows of the pool and he was gently pushing me around- his large hand on my upper rib cage. Then his hand shifted a bit, and I felt his finger on my nipple. At first it just rested there, but instantly the entire focus of my being was concentrated on that little nub of flesh. Then his finger lightly circled it and brushed it. I shivered, and my cock sprang to life in my speedo. “Looks like someone is having a good time,” said Tom cheekily, and I quickly dumped myself off the mattress and into the cool water. I was immediately self-conscious again of being sexual in public and separated myself to the far side of the pool to get my drink. I hear Kurt haul himself out of the water and excuse himself to the restroom. Meanwhile my mind is racing with a million thoughts. What was happening? Was Kurt flirting? Did he actually want me? Did I WANT him to want me? What would we do? Would we finally have sex? My boner would NOT go down as my mind raced down alley after alley of all the things I wanted to do to Kurt’s body. Eventually I was able to quell my visible desire and decided that I too could use a bathroom break. I figured it was also a good time for a drink refresher too. When I looked for Kurt to see if he wanted something from the bar, he wasn’t around. Meh, I figured I’d just surprise him with something and I headed up to the house. When I opened the bathroom door, I’m the one who got the surprise. Kurt was there, leaning against the sink with his dick halfway down Tom’s throat. I think I said something like, “Oops! Sorry” before stumbling blindly away, tears burning my eyes. It was like my heart had been ripped from my chest and crumpled like a ball of foil. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had to get out of there and away. Just… away. The next thing I remember was sitting in my car and bawling my eyes out. I’d been duped again and let my guard down. I was smarter than this. And How DARE he have this much power over me! But the truth was he did have that power and it sucked. He’d hurt me again. And the really fucked up thing was, I would probably continue to let him because I was just that pathetic. I felt the passenger side open up and someone crawl in. I figured it was Tom, come to apologize. “You know, Tom? Bathroom doors come with locks for a reason. Mainly so your EX-best friend doesn’t stumble in on you sucking off the love of his life,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. “It’s not Tom… it’s me.” Because of course it was him. And suddenly a switch flipped and I was furious. “Get. The fuck. Out of my car,” I said dangerously. “Seriously. Get out. Get OUT! Fuck you, fucking dick! Did you come to gloat? To Rub it in? Fuck you and your mixed messages. Fuck you for messing with me. Is this a fucking game to you? Is this FUN? Tormenting me? Teasing me and then gutting me to the core? Is THAT what gets you off you sadistic FUCK!” “No, this isn’t a game. And this isn’t what gets me off,” he said quietly. “Then what is it? What the FUCK is going on between us? Why would you come at me with your ‘lets just be’ B.S.? Then proceed to tease me all day? You aren’t blind or stupid—you KNOW what you do to me! You KNOW how I feel about you. You toyed with me deliberately only to go off and fuck Tom’s mouth!” “I didn’t do it deliberately, I honestly just wanted to try to befriend you today,” he mumbled. “And I didn’t go off to fuck Tom’s mouth. He busted in on me jacking off in the bathroom and he just dropped and started sucking. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point…I should’ve stopped him, but….” “But?? BUT WHAT?? Any hole will do, is that it? Anyone’s but MINE?” I shot back. “I… I just really needed… I needed to get off, ok?” “You needed to get off. AT the pool party. Because it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I said incredulously. “Seriously. It couldn’t wait?” “No, it couldn’t wait!” Kurt was becoming visibly agitated and upset now. “Why the fuck not? Seriously, who just jacks off randomly at a party?” “I was doing it to protect you!” he said, his voice escalating in volume. “Protecting me? From whom? Tom?? You thought you’d protect me from Tom’s mouth by FUCKING IT?!?” I shouted back. “I WAS PROTECTING YOU FROM ME, GODDAMNIT!” All the air seemed to go out of the car, and Kurt was shaking. My anger dissipated quickly and my intuition was telling me something important was happening. I turned to Kurt and just looked at him— patiently waiting for some sort of explanation. Kurt wouldn’t look back. He just looked at his hands as he gripped the dashboard. He took a deep, shuddering breath and began. “I was protecting you from me. Being near you today? I thought I could handle it. I saw the way you looked at me at the sex party. How hurt you were and it gutted me. I told myself never again. So when you showed up today, I thought to myself, Kurt? Here’s your opportunity. Here’s your chance to make amends and maybe not be such an asshole. I really thought the best protection for you might be if I were a buddy, you know? Just a buddy who could look out for you and protect you. I thought I could handle it. But christ. Being near you today? Seeing your body? Joking around and hearing you laugh? Touching you? It made me fucking crazy- like I wanted to jump right out of my skin. I tried to tamp it down, God I tried. To just be a normal guy and not… not think with my prick. But you look so goddamn much like him and I couldn’t control myself and my dark thoughts started spinning out of control and I had to stop them. Stop myself. So I went to the bathroom to jack off. To relieve the sexual pressure so that I could maybe go back to just being a nice guy and maybe a friend. If I could just cum it might be enough to get through being near you the rest of the afternoon. But I didn’t lock the fucking door and Tom came in and he just… started sucking… and I just really needed the release or else I was going to do something I would regret so I just let him keep sucking even though I should have stopped him. I know I should have stopped him! It wasn’t his mouth I wanted. But when my demons are released it’s like trying to stop a freight train and then you walked in and everything went to fucking hell ….” Kurt still hadn’t looked at me. And he still hadn’t answered the big question. “Kurt,” I said gently. “Why do you feel you need to protect me from yourself? I’m a big boy- maybe not in stature- but I can make my own decisions. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” “Oh you can’t say that! PLEASE don’t say that!” he cried. And tears started to flow from his eyes. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before. You electrify me in a way that nobody ever has,” I said as I reached out to touch his leg. He flinched and looked up at me, stricken. “Electrify? As in Charge?? HA!” He laughed mirthlessly as his body was wracked with sobs. “I’m HIV positive,” he finally whispered. “But it’s more than that. Much more. I’m sick. Not HIV sick, but sick in my very soul. I have a darkness in me. A twisted desire to infect other guys with HIV. You asked what gets me off? THAT gets me off. The thought of infecting guys makes my dick hard! Christ! I’m getting hard right now just talking about it and I’m fucking bawling while I bare by soul to you! How fucked up is that?” There was a pregnant pause as he took a deep breath. “And how sick is it that I want to infect you so you’ll be mine forever?” It was barely audible, but I heard it. “Kurt…” I started. “His name was Bo. Love of my life. I was fairly newly poz when we met, and he wasn’t. But we were determined to make it work. I loved him and He knew me, REALLY knew me. Knew my darkness. Knew my fetishes and kinks. My demons. And he loved me anyway. He loved me so much that he begged for me to knock him up. To infect him so we would always be together. I railed against the idea for a long time, and we were always so careful. SO careful! I needed him healthy and whole. But he wore me down. He said he was ready. He PROMISED me he was. That he could handle it and he wanted it and he wanted it from ME. He even told me that he would go get pozzed up from someone else, just to be done with it all. So finally I relented. I let the demons out and I did it. I fucking did it. It took on the first try too, because I’m fertile. And I gotta tell you, man was it hot. It was so goddamn hot doing it. I loved every fucking second and being the one to make him poz. Fuck, it blew my mind. When I bred him that night it was like all my love emptied into him too. Only he lied to me. He wasn’t ready for it. His family found out and they disowned him. Some of his friends turned on him and called him a fool for not being safe and stupid for being with me. They abandoned him. His conservative job found out and canned him. He lost health insurance. It was all so messed up. But I thought we were working through it all ok. We had each other and I loved him and that was enough right? But he got depressed. Really depressed. I came home one day… I came home…and… I’m the one who found him.” Kurt had tears just streaming down his face now- cathartically releasing all the pent up emotions that must have been eating away at him. “Bo is dead because of me. The love of my life died because I can’t control my sick desires. I was weak and he is dead. And I vowed never again. Not with someone that I care about. And then you walk into a bar bathroom, the spitting image…” “But Kurt, we can still do stuff. Be intimate. All this doesn’t make me want you less, if anything I want you more now. We can be safe….” I offered. “Safe? With me there IS no ‘safe’. You’ve seen me in action, when I’m amped up. I’m a fucking pig with a big cock and a bigger sex drive. Once the demons are loose, there’s no stopping them. You say “safe” but you don’t understand. You don’t KNOW. I’m telling you even now sitting here, after all this, I still want to infect you. I see you and I am overcome with desire. I want you so badly that I can’t focus. You are so beautiful and sexy and I want nothing more than to tear up that meaty little ass of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you bleed. I want to fuck you until your spine cracks and your spleen is bruised. I want you whimpering as I cum so deep inside that it will never come out. And then I want to do it again and again and again until you convert. Then we’ll be a matched pair and I’ll own you for life. You say ‘safe’. How do you think you’ll be safe with me? I’m way bigger than you. You don’t stand a chance. Don’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. You think you’ll be safe if I use a condom? Don’t you think that at some point my dark side will win and I’ll sabotage the rubber so my seed leaks into you? Or I sneak it off and stealth you? Or drug you and then rape my poz load into your ass? God, my cock is hard right now just talking about it! With me there IS no such thing as safe, don’t you see? That’s why I’m telling you all this. That’s why I let Tom suck me. That’s why I pushed you away at the sex party. That’s why I pretended not to know you at the bar even though I wanted nothing more than to ditch that other guy and take you back to my place to destroy you. That’s why I sprinted home that first time at the bar. It’s me… protecting you… from me. Before I can’t control myself and it’s too late.” We sat quietly in my car, the only sound an occasional sniffle from him as we sat amid the enormity of everything he just unloaded. My mind was reeling from his revelations and his stark honesty. There was so much conflict going on inside me. My feelings for him. My attraction. His status. His dark fetish. His struggle. But above it all, just being in the car with him had me vibrating. My guts were a knot and… And suddenly, I was calm. In a moment of clarity, I knew what I was going to do. Kurt spoke again, dejectedly. “I know this was… a lot. And I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Please understand that I think you are so… so beautiful. But you deserved to know. And now maybe you’ll understand I can’t see you again.” His hand moved to the door handle. Before he could make another move, I launched myself at him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. I wish I could say it was one of those beautiful, perfect moviestar kisses—it wasn’t. He’d been crying. I’d been crying. There were residual tears and snot. I came in too hot and our teeth sort of clacked together. It wasn’t pretty. But it was also fucking hot as hell. It started off with me ramming against him and him sort of yelping as I startled him. His body was tensed like a clock spring. I kept our lips pressed together unmoving- waiting to see what he was going to do. Suddenly the fight seemed to go out of him and he relaxed. Then our kiss morphed into a gentle “I see you, Jake Sully” kiss. And then it deepened, and turned more urgent until we were two horny teenagers making out in a car. And I gotta say—the stache and stubble combo? Holy fuck. Feeling his stubble rake across my jaw lit me on fire. Kissing Kurt in this moment was the most intimate, most sexual thing I think I’d ever done with another man in my life. It also felt I was kissing a brewing storm… and I never wanted to stop. As my hands wandered down to his straining groin, he suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! I am barely hanging on, here. We have to stop.” “Have you heard of PReP,” I asked him breathlessly. “Sure,” he nods. “Well, I’m on it. And I triple dog dare you to try to get me pregnant, Kurt.” He closed his eyes then. “Drive,” he commanded as he fastened his seat belt. * * We drove to his condo in a blur. I drove fast, but not so fast as to get a speeding ticket (or DUI). He wanted to fuck me at his place because it was set up with everything that we would need. I honestly don’t remember getting from the parking garage to his unit. Once parked we were on each other again with reckless abandon. We managed to get out of the car, but he pushed me up against it- his hands all over my body. He ended up going down on me as I leaned against the car- my synapses shorting out as I felt his mouth take me inside. Then I tried to return the favor, but the 0 gauge PA kept clattering against my teeth which really bothered me. We stopped so he could unscrew a ball and take it out for me. I sucked his dick briefly in the elevator- I didn’t care if there were security cameras. Let them fucking watch me service this god’s dick! I just needed to feel him in my mouth. His dick is fucking enormous. Two and a half hands worth and my fingers didn’t touch around it. Big fucking head like a pit viper. He probably was going to fuck me in half with it, and I was beyond ready to surrender to it. Eventually we got to his condo and he had me go prep using his shower shot while he got the place ready for me. I did as I was told and made sure to spend a little extra time, as I knew he would be going extra deep. I stepped out of the bathroom into a dimly lit scene. “Come here,” I heard him say in his deep, sex voice. My feet were instantly compelled forward to the bedroom. He had a blood red light bulb in the bedside lamp, to set the mood. He had a sling set up, suspended in one corner from eye bolts in the ceiling. One of the walls had a large mirror there so you would be able to watch yourself during, were you so inclined. And the wall opposite the foot of the king sized bed had a 60” TV mounted on an articulating arm, so porn could be watched at any time. And he had filthy porn playing—lots of biohazard symbols everywhere. As I stepped into his den of iniquity, our eyes met and he said, “Last chance, bud. Or abandon all hope.” I walked up to him, staring deeply into his eyes. I feel that familiar sex trance coming on and this time I welcomed it fully. With that all my inhibitions fell away and I felt free. I knew Kurt wouldn’t judge me and anything was on the table. I chose my next words deliberately. “So, that guy that you were talking with that night at the bar when you pretended not to know me? Did you poz him?” I saw Kurt’s nostrils flare as his eyes glittered in the red light. “Yes. Yes I did.” “Tell me,” I say. “What’s to tell? He was a dumb fucking bug chaser. I found him on BBRT and told him I could help him out. He met me at the bar after work. I brought him here and gave him what he wanted.” “And what he wanted was your toxic seed. Did it take?” I asked. I knew my questions were goading Kurt on and getting his demons going. “Oh yeah. I told you—I’m fertile. He called me two weeks later to tell me he got the fuck flu. He was so happy.” “And was it a good fuck? Did you enjoy breeding him? Did it satisfy you?” I asked. “It was ok. He’d been chasing for awhile but everyone’s pretty well controlled these days so infections are rare. And he really wanted it so it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. It’s sort of hotter when the guy doesn’t want it, or doesn’t know he wants it.” Kurt’s cock was so hard at this. That’s when I noticed he’d changed his PA. The one in now was a curved barbell of sorts, but there were conical spikes screwed onto the ends. Kind of like what you’d see on a dog’s collar. I reached down and fingered it lightly. His cock jumped at my touch. “Is this your weapon of choice for my guts tonight?” I asked. “You triple dog dared me to get you pregnant. I aim to keep my record intact,” he growled. “So, about a month before I ran into you at the bar, Charlie told me he’d seen you with some random guy from out of town and that you’d left with him. You get him pregnant, too?” Kurt chuckled. “You keeping tabs on me?” he asked. “Just some light stalking. You know I’m obsessed with you.” Kurt reaches up and starts lightly stroking my nipples. My nipples are hard wired and with his touch, bolts of electricity coursed through me and made my dick jump. “I honestly don’t know if I got him pregnant or not- it’s definitely possible since I gave him a double dose. I may get a two-fer if his wife pops poz too.” “Fuck, really?” I asked. Even though I had started out as just playing a role to turn Kurt on, hearing him talk this way was getting me very turned on. Was I a secret chaser? Or was I just some sex pig that had finally found someone to help me realize my true self?” “Yeah. The guy was in town on a business trip. Married. To a woman. He was at the bar because he was bi-curious, the stupid fucker. Had cheated on his wife a few times with guys but only bottomed twice before. Such an easy pickup! He took me back to his hotel room so I could be his third time. Man, he was definitely not prepared for my cock. He cried while I fucked him.” “And you got him to risk it and go bareback?” I asked, definitely curious at this point. “Not at first. He insisted on a condom because he was ‘married’. But I deliberately didn’t use enough lube. I wanted to rough him up a bit and also possibly have the condom pop. That happens sometimes due to my size and my… vigor. Whoops.” He grinned and I had to laugh at the way he said it. “Unfortunately, the condom held, but he was really crying and it was tearing up his ass something fierce because fuck he was tight, so I told him it would feel better skin to skin. I had him take a hit of poppers, stripped off the condom, lubed up, and slid right back in. “I stealthed him quick before he came to his senses. And then kept going to make sure I massaged that load into him. As I was working up load 2 he did ask me not to cum in him. I said ‘Why change things now?’ and shot a second load deep. That’s when he kind of freaked out a bit and kicked me out of his hotel room.” “Was this a good fuck?” I asked, as I moved behind him and knelt to tongue his butthole. As soon as I made contact in his furry crack, I went into overdrive. He moaned. “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing better than breeding a married “straight” guy. I love it when the guy struggles to take my cock. I like it when they cry too- feels more like rape, even though they never ask me to stop. And I love sending them on their way with my little gift. Their cheating asses are getting what they deserve. Plus it’s hot thinking that they might pass it on to their wives or to some other guys along their path of sexual discovery.” “I have a question for you,” I say, pausing in my rimming. “At the sex party, why didn’t you just let that guy fuck me and breed me? Maybe I would have popped poz and all this conflict would have gone away.” Then I dove back into his perfect ass. “I thought I already answered that. I needed to be the one to do it so that you’re mine forever. I couldn’t let some other guy have that honor. Not with you. Especially when I could stop it. Do you know how many poz guys I chased away from your hole that night? At least 5. The last guy was definitely toxic, although you would have liked his dick.” I stopped rimming him and stood up. I stood on tip toes and whispered into his ear. “I think it’s time for you to impregnate me. Give me my first dirty dick.” Kurt kissed me fiercely then. It wasn’t like the first one in the car, or even the parking garage—this WAS a Hollywood kiss. Longing and long-denied desire pouring out in a flood between us. I’ve never been kissed like that by anyone before—or since. All I knew was that my mind was fried and I was complete his now and forever and all I could think was “dick dick dick… in in in…. now now now… “. He picked me up deftly, and placed me into the sling. My feet were placed in the stirrups and cinched in snugly. He looked down on me with unbridled lust, and I’m sure I looked back with equal amounts. He bared his teeth and chuckled menacingly. “You stupid fucker. Your ass is mine now. I’m gonna give you my AIDS.” “Stop talking and fucking do it already,” I goaded. He let out a fierce growl and lubed up his dick. Then he lubed up my hole, making sure to roughly finger the lube into me. Then I felt his cock head and the sharp PA resting against my pucker. I sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tossed me some spray poppers and a cloth. “Here, you might want to try these. I’ll do you a solid and wait until you’re flying.” “I want you to know something,” I said as I uncapped the spray can. “I’m not going to be like that businessman. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to beg for you not to cum in me. I’m not as innocent as I seem and I don’t need your mercy. I’m tough. And I’m a greedy fucking bottom who lusts for big cock. I need this. I need YOU. I think I’ve needed you my whole life. And my body is yours to destroy as you see fit.” I hit the spray poppers and soon my head fuzzed and everything got warm and tingly. I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me, and then discomfort as his girth slowly slid inside. I figured Kurt was just going to fucking pound me until I passed out, but no. He slow fucked me. He worked his enormous tool back and forth inside me, stopping when it started nudging my second ring and then sliding languorously back out. A couple times he pulled all the way out with a sharp plop (which I admit stung a bit) before pushing slowly back inside. I’m not gonna lie, what he was doing was feeling fucking incredible. So much cock was in me and I felt so stretched! But there was also the added sensation of the metal dragging in my guts. And then there was his gaze. I could almost taste his lust. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I growled. “Patience, young padawan,” he said. “I’m just tilling the soil for my seed. There’s a method to my madness, you’ll see. I can’t just ram you with this particular PA in. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me and the cones tend to come loose. One time I lost the whole thing inside a dude’s shitter- now that was interesting breeding session. Also, I’ve been cautioned by the piercer that with my size, this type could get caught deep in your colon and hook us together in a rather compromising position. And that wouldn’t be very much fun now, would it?” I shook my head. “Plus we can’t risk damaging that beautiful baby-maker you got,” I agreed. “You like it?” he says cockily as he flexed it inside me causing me to gasp. “It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken and its going to ruin me forever for all other cock,” I told him quite sincerely. “Oh, its’ going to ruin you all right.” He grinned wickedly. He popped out again, and started removing the PA. “You should be good and scraped up now. Plenty of places for my seed to latch,” he said matter of factly. “And now the real fucking begins.” He relubed and I hit the spray poppers again, just in time to get fuzzy before his onslaught. I know everyone is now expecting a merciless rape of the sabine women scene, but it wasn’t like that. He was definitely all about taking his pleasure, but not at the expense of mine. He re-entered me fairly slowly and when his dick came to my second ring, he patiently worked me open until he could get all the way inside. Then he short stroked himself deep in there in order to make sure I was good and open for his dick before he started giving it all to me with force. And for me? Nobody had ever fucked me this deep before. And definitely nobody that I was so in tune with. I literally don’t remember some of the fuck once he got going, because I was riding wave after blissful wave. I was having anal/full body orgasms left and right from the way his cock was hitting inside me. I’m pretty sure I was making loud, guttural noises and probably scaring his neighbors. I honestly don’t know how long he had been fucking me before I regained my voice. 20 minutes? 2 hours? It was all a blur. But he was buried in me and grinding when I decided to ask for more. “Kurt? Will you put in the big PA for me? The 0 gauge that you had in the night we met? I’ve never been fucked by one and I need to feel it.” “You sure? Because it will probably bruise your sigmoid colon a bit,” he said with a touch of concern. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be able to feel you inside me for days after this fuck.” He pulled out slowly and went to his dresser. This was a captive bead PA and he had bought the special tool for popping the ball in and out. With an audible snap, I knew it was in and that I’d soon be feeling it. “This is more than I could have hoped for,” he said during the lull in our fucking. “You’re taking me like a champ, and I’ve already been leaking tons of precum into your cunt. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and you’re helping me edge up one massive load. You’re so getting infected. I don’t care if you are on Prep—it’s not going to be able to save you after this.” “Promises, Promises,” I joked. “Now, play with my nipples as you enter me and get ready to see stars.” It took a bit to get the 0 gauge in me, but in me it went. All the way in me. And yeah, I felt it. The heavy weight of it moving inside me as he thrust into me. The pleasure pain as he drove that ring and ball repeatedly into my second ring. He did work my nipples as he fucked me now, and my hole went crazy on his dick. This set up a steady litany of accolades from him, where extolling my virtues as a professional bottom cock pig. I could tell we were nearing the finale at this point, and truthfully I wasn’t exactly sure how much more my guts could take. Poppers were failing to dull the pain he was punching into me now. “Look at me Kurt,” I commanded. And our eyes locked one last time. “I… I’m pretty sure I love you,” I stammered while staring intently at him. “It was love at first sight. From that first moment our eyes met in the bathroom, I knew. I just… knew.” Kurt was fucking me hard now. “It was inevitable. We were always going to end up here, right here. With you trying to knock me up. Because this connection of ours would not be denied.” His hands were fiercely gripping my hips and he was literally throwing my ass onto his dick. His groin slamming into me with abandon with smacks echoing off the concrete walls in his condo. “You know how much I love you, Kurt?” I grunted out between thrusts. “No. Tell me,” he ground out. “You know how I told you I was on PrEP?” I said, through gritted teeth. “I lied.” He came in me then. With a guttural moan that was somewhere between triumph and anguish, he came. Deeply. And hard. He was planted all the way up inside me when he launched volley after volley after volley of his charged semen into me. And I felt it. Not just the throbbing of his cock up inside me where no man had ever been, but I felt his cum. I felt the shots hit inside. The wet heat. All of it. And somewhere during his orgasm I had my own. My own prodigious load shot everywhere. I felt it hit my face, but it painted me from chin to navel. When he finally stopped cumming (like 2 minutes later, his cock still up in my second ring), he looked down at me with something that looked like sadness in his face. “Is it true?” He asked. “Is it true that I love you?” I said, playing dumb. “Absolutely. I’ve been head over heels for you for months. Since I first saw you.” “No, I mean… the PrEP thing. Is it… true?” I looked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true. I’m not on it. Never was.” Kurt started breathing rapidly and he started to shake a bit. “Oh god. You LIED to me! No no no! Fuck! This is going to be Bo all over again! I can’t handle that. Fuck, what have I done? Oh god, I never should have…” “Hey!” I snapped, and Kurt stopped. “You didn’t do this. I did. I chose. I decided that I wanted you to own me forever, so I let this happen. No. I MADE this happen. And if I had changed my mind, I would have stopped it. It *is* possible to stop Mr. Ferris Buehler, you know.” This elicited a small smile from him. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again. Ever. I promise.” I looked deeply at him so he could see my earnestness. “Ever. And although I look like him, I’m not him. You gotta trust me on this.” He nodded. I was still on my back in the sling and he was still in me at this point, and my load was starting to run everywhere. So, I scooped up what I could from by chest and belly and held it out to him. “If your fertileness is to be believed, this is my last neg load. Take it,” I said. “It’s always the Clark Kent types,” he said with a snort. And without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to my hand and lapped up my cum. Then he held my hand while he slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. “How’s it taste, big guy?” The corners of his mouth twitched a bit before answering. “Positively delicious.” “OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT!” I guffawed. “What?” he shrugged. “If you can quote cheesy movie lines to me, then I’m gonna make puns so bad they’ll give you AIDS.” And then he smiled at me. And it was blinding. * * After our breeding session, he carefully removed my feet from the stirrups and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. Determined to keep him planted inside me forever. He lifted me out of the sling (with my help) and we maneuvered to his bed. With much shuffling and grunting, we managed to scooch all the way up, until I had a pillow under my head, and he was laying with most of his weight on top of me. We kissed slowly and deeply like this for a long time. As we were resting (he was STILL in me, although my hips were starting to cramp at this point), I started thinking about a positional change. “Hey, when do I get to fuck you?” I asked. “I don’t get fucked, I fuck.” He stated. “Although if I were to get fucked, it would be you. You seem to know what you’re doing.” “And you seemed to enjoy watching me fuck those guys,” I said. “I enjoyed MAKING you fuck those guys. There’s a difference. Although I’m sure they liked it. A hot fucker like you dicking them down? Plus you got a pretty good dick on ya for a little guy. Not as good as mine but….” I smacked him and he playfully said “ow”. He chuckled while I made my hole dance on his dick a few times. I grabbed his face and looked at him. “You know, I think I’ve always been a pig. Or more accurately a pig-in-waiting. I was just so focused on being the good boy that everyone wanted me to be. Always so tentative. Afraid to cut loose. I guess I was in some pretty deep denial. Until you. Then it was all ‘Suuuuper Piiiiig’. I guess that makes you my phone booth.” “What’s a ‘phone booth’?” he asked in mock seriousness. It was right after this that I was brought up short by a sudden and paralyzing thought. Once again, my insecurities were rearing their ugly head, and my mind started running unchecked down dark alleys. “Kurt… if you do manage to seroconvert me, is that it then? Party’s over? You move on to another hole and we just become buddies that wave to each other at the clinic or…” my voice trailed off, suddenly fearful. He looked at me like I was an idiot and shook his head. “God I love pozzing up stupid guys! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!” a said with a fakey, evil laugh. Then his face got serious. “Weren’t you listening, silly? I said I wanted to poz you so that I would own you forever. Forever doesn’t mean for the two weeks of daily breeding until you get the fuck flu.” This time it was my turn to nod that I understood. “Daily breeding, you say?” I said, slowly cocking an eyebrow. “With an ass like yours? At least,” he growled as he snuggled into my neck. “Oh! I just had another thought,” I said cheerfully. “Oh god. Is *this* how it’s going to be with you? You ‘thinking’ all the time, asking dumb questions and interrupting snuggies?” he smirked. “Oh, I think you’ll like this one. So, once I pop poz and before I go on meds, how would you like to watch me knock up some guys? I’m thinking maybe like a nice, dumb 18 year old high school jock. Get him good and pregnant before his college career?” “Am I answering your question?” he asked, as his cock rapidly started swelling in my soon to be destroyed (again) ass. And then we kissed. And five very positive years later, we’re still kissing.

This is one reason i gave up on safe sex. (The other was Tina...) All of the safe sex. neg guys that i went out with were sooooo boring and vanilla in bed. And the hot, sleazy, leather pigs were all poz. i gave up the bar and internet scene, and started hanging out at the bathhouse on a regular basis. it wasn't long before i was introduced to a variety of chems - - - which led to raw dick, lots of raunchy/kinky sex and converting. (Also, it's how and where i meT my husband!!!) Oink!

Part 54 - The Spanish Valet Returns It felt strange doing things this way and laying in bed with Mateo after one of their mad sex sessions, he could see Mateo's point and decided that doing it the right way will keep Gareth in suspense. He could see just how much Mateo and Hannes had found their mutual attraction to each other had grown stronger by taking things slowly. Tom was never one for doing things slowly, he trusted Mateo and would try to keep his hands off Gareth and get to know him first. After all this was the first time he was actually trying to a boyfriend on for size and see how it fitted with his life. He couldn't put his finger on why Gareth seemed so sexy, maybe it was the outrageous flirting they did but never crossing the threshold yet. In any case their first date was dinner in the household dining room, after which they sat on the sofas in the lounge and began to learn about each others jobs in the palace. Gareth asked Tom for second date and when Tom explained that it would have to be when he returned from the state visit to Spain and trip to Mauritius, he smiled and nodded explaining there was no rush and they should let it happen naturally. They were all given their briefs and schedule of the state visit, Franco, Tom and Mateo sat and did plenty of internet searches on the Spanish royal family to make sure they knew who was who and be well prepared for their trip. Max was returning from a meeting with the king and queen who had taken time out to take Max carefully through all the protocols and what the family was like and how they were related through generations of European royalty. This time it would be different from when Max met them at Alex's birthday being a more formal state visit. The part Mateo was looking forward to was the getting there, he simply loved being part of this world and it still gave his spine tingling chills when people would bow and curtsey to Alex, then nod their heads to Max. It took a while for him to comprehend that Max was not technically royal but afforded a minor protocol status. Max looked at the message on his phone "Felipe wants to meet for dinner" he said to Alex and Artem. Artem glanced up sceptically "Seriously?" he said, "He probably flew back for the visit". Alex chuckled "He is not that bad Artem" he said and looked over at Max. "I think we should, show him there are no hard feelings" Max suggested. Alex mused it over and nodded "The free night we have, ask if we can entertain him in the palace". Artem nodded "After all the Spanish royal family do know him" Alex added. "Blah! Blah!" Artem responded forgetting his manners and looking up at Alex and Max. Max eyed him curiously "Are you jealous he fucked your prince?" he asked giggling. Artem rolled his eyes "Do I look like I want to fuck the prince?" he retorted. Alex and Max looked at each other then at Artem "Yes!" they both replied in unison. Artem sat back "Just because I am the only one who hasn't!" he said smirking smugly. "Lies!" Alex replied, "How dare you, show me some respect" he said looking serious. Artem stood "The valet. No valets, make that plural! Shall I continue?" he asked grinning. Alex stood and walked over to him "Kiss me!" he demanded staring intently in to Artem's eyes. Artem moved forward and parted his lips then pulled away laughing "No such luck!". "Gagging for it" Max said smiling so broadly his face was hurting. "You are no better!" Artem exclaimed, "I work for a bunch of easy lays" he said. "Oh now you have poked the bear!" Max said standing up and marching towards him. "Shut up Maxine!" Artem said then burst out laughing, "Otherwise I will tell all to your brother!". Max grabbed Artem and planted a kiss on his lips "Tell me you didn't like it?" he asked. Artem looked at him "Oh Max, marry me" he said pulling Max in to his arms and squeezing him hard. Max giggled "Fuck you are strong Artem" he said trying to ply him away. "You wanted to play Maxine so we are playing" Artem replied noticing Alex filming it on his phone. "Priceless" Alex said laughing, "Artem finally caught in a compromising situation". Finally letting Max go they got back to business. Max had never really seen this side of Artem where he actually showed his fun loving side with Max present. He knew that Alex and Artem had a very close bond and was not unusual to find him sitting on the bed with Alex talking when he was busy. On his return Artem would always assume his position. There was no question that Artem protected the prince and he in return confided a lot in him. Slowly as Artem got to know Max he began showing the same tendencies towards Max as well, he was unsure of Max to begin with until they found their own path of friendship. Artem ran through the schedule with Max in more detail, the purpose of this trip was an arts and cultural exchange where he would be taking the lead and visiting the Prado National Museum and other cultural sites. The purpose to forge links between museums and galleries to exchange exhibits on a collaborative basis. What Max didn't know was how this visit was secretly hatched by the two kings and queens as a final test to see how Max handled the helm of such visits. For the most part Max believed that Alex was running it being the official royal, his instruction was to step back letting Max shine and for him to play the supporting part. Alex looked at them both and smiled "Then off to Mauritius. I promised you would get there Artem". Artem sat back and smiled "You did, but Max has organised it" he said correcting Alex. Mateo appeared and bowed "Your royal highness, sir. Cases all packed, Tom is finishing off now". Artem looked at him "What about yours?" he asked. "I no have many clothes" Mateo replied, "I no need them". Tom stood at the door laughing "You have to be kidding, you have more clothes than all of us". "Josh just loves Mateo, always giving him things" Max said in a complaining tone. Mateo bowed with a glint in his eye "I can not help being sexier than you all" he said giggling. "Here we go!" Artem exclaimed shaking his head and smiling at Max. It was now a game that played out almost every other day, that silly glint of mischief in his eyes then he would stare at Alex who always took the bait and gave chase to Mateo. They found the two of them rolling around on the lounge floor in an erotic play fight. Artem had given up trying to control Mateo or even understand what went on his head most times, he just let him get on with it and enjoyed having Mateo and Tom as friends despite being their boss within the prince's royal household. Max followed Artem in to the lounge and shrugged "So you want to dine with us tonight?" he asked. "Yes, thanks Max" Artem said putting his arm around his shoulder and Max copped a feel of his arse. Artem glanced at him "Doesn't matter how much you try, it will never happen" he said smirking. "I know. But you have such a sexy a arse Artem" Max said watching Alex who overpowered Mateo. Artem chuckled and then strangely he leaned in a kissed Max on the cheek before letting go and going back to his work. It was all go the following morning as they headed to the airport then off to Madrid. Mateo was so excited going to Spain that they couldn't shut him up for the first half of the trip there until Tom threatened to gag him with his cock if he didn't stop. The royal cavalcade left Madrid airport with the police motorbikes in front clearing the way. The Spanish royal family appeared outside the front doors of the Zarzuela palace to greet their guests, Alfonso followed behind being assigned as the prince and Max's palace valet for their visit. He was a little nervous unsure of what reaction he would get this time now the prince had a boyfriend. The cars stopped and the palace footmen rushed over opening the doors and standing to attention. Alex exited followed by Max and they walked over when the senior footman who announced them 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander Albert Turon de Vasco, Prince of Monrovia and Duke of Montcalm', Alex stepped forward bowing then kissing the king and queen on the cheek, his eyes fleetingly glanced to Alfonso and he smiled seeing the familiar very sexy valet. 'The Honourable Sir Maximilian Westwood-Lymm' the footman announced and Max stepped forward bowing and offered the hand of the queen then king to shake, remembering that it was a gentle up and down then release. Protocol observed exactly how he was told then a more informal approach took over as they were introduced to Alfonso. Max looked at the stunning Spaniard and saw how Alex looked and smiled affectionately, instantly he knew this was the valet Alex had told him about. The king and queen left Alfonso to take Alex, Max and their royal staff to their rooms and advising them to meet for lunch in one hour. Their first evening was a casual dinner to which Felipe had been invited. The second day was the first official engagement late morning then a full state banquet in the evening, at least today they had a chance to chill out and enjoy the fine Spanish weather and socialise with the royal family. The best news Alex heard was that the Duke and Duchess of Galicia were arriving that afternoon and staying over for the state banquet, Alex explained to Max how it was the duchess who almost pushed him in to bed with Felipe. Alex turned hearing the laughter of Artem and Liam who both seemed pleased to see Alfonso again, Artem clearly was happy since Alfonso would probably remember how Alex liked things. Mateo still in awe taking everything in was now a silent lamb following the heard with Tom. His eyes focusing in on Alfonso and his pretty good looks. Mateo was the only one who followed Alex and Max in to their rooms to start unpacking the cases. Tom carrying the boxes with the royal sashes in followed Artem to his room which had the safe in to store valuables. Alex and Max sat down on the sofa whilst Alfonso summoned coffee for them then walked in to the dressing room. "I do that" Alfonso said walking over to Mateo holding his hand out for the suits. Mateo shook his head "Descampaco las maletas" he said surprising Alfonso. "Es usted español?" Alfonso asked looking carefully at him. "No soy Mexicano" Mateo replied unable to stop staring at him with his mouth partly open. Alfonso smirked "Como desées" he said turning to leave. "Oye ayúdame" Mateo demanded and Alfonso smiled. Together they unpacked the cases nattering away happily to each other in Spanish and becoming instant friends, they also fancied each other and flirted openly enjoying themselves immensely. Over lunch Alfonso took the entourage down to the staff dining area then Liam took Franco to meet the security team of the palace. They spent the afternoon walking around the grounds and having a tour of the palace before heading up to get ready for dinner. The duchess was all over Alex and Max like an old friend until Felipe arrived at the palace and they sat down for dinner. The king and queen retired with the duchess and her husband, they wanted at least to give the visiting royals time to chat with Felipe and they made their way outside to sit in the balmy still air. Alfonso appeared on the terrace "Your highness, sir. I am here if you need anything" he said bowing. Felipe glanced at him then looked again staring "This is Alfonso our valet in the palace" Alex said. "Encantado de conocerte" Alfonso said nodding his head staring at Felipe, "You famous!". Felipe chuckled and Alex had seen that look before "Placer conocerte" he said softly. Alfonso giggled stupidly making Felipe smile "Tienes un teléfono móvil?" he asked. "Sí" Alfonso replied nodding his head still staring at him. Felipe got his out and looked at Alfonso "Cuál es tu número?" Felipe asked. Alfonso reeled it off and Felipe typed it in to his contacts "Por qué?" Alfonso asked afterwards. Felipe smiled "Creo que me he enamorado de ti y quiero ser tu novio" he said. "Seguro por qué no" Alfonso replied, "Cuándo? he asked. "Miércoles?" Felipe replied and Alfonso nodded, "Te llamaré" he said. "If you have finished, coffee please Alfonso" Alex said interrupting them and winking at him. "Yes your highness" Alfonso said bowing and leaving. Max chuckled as Felipe tried to act normally "Very nicely done" Max said. Felipe looked at him "You understood?" he asked. "Not all of it but I got most of it" Max replied, "He is in love with Alfonso" he said to Alex. Felipe blushed "What happened?" Alex asked all intrigued. "Don't know" Felipe replied, "I... I am not sure, he is so sexy" he said. Alex and Max both sat back smiling "I never thought it would be a Spanish man" Felipe added. "You have men throwing themselves at you all the time Felipe" Alex reminded him. Felipe smiled "Yes I know, but he is so... Dios! I do not know". Alex leaned over and kissed Felipe on the cheek "He is a randy Spaniard, like you" he said. They continued chatting for an hour before Felipe took his leave, the humidity in the air had suddenly spiked and they were both uncomfortable in their dress. Max already thinking ahead spoke to Felipe about attending the tennis tournament in Monrovia in September to which he eagerly agreed. Felipe was also tasked with bringing at least four other stars. He laughed but agreed liking the challenge but also knowing several avid tennis fanatics in the Hollywood set. They walked with Felipe seeing him off with Alfonso walking behind, Alex could see that the change in humidity had also got to Alfonso who looked hot and uncomfortable now as well. "I need a cold shower" Max said loosening his tie. Alex agreed with him "Same here" he said as they got to their room. "Thank you Alfonso that will be all for the evening" Alex said kindly to him. Alfonso smiled bowing his head "Are you sure I can do nothing else for you this evening?" he asked. Alex chuckled and looked over at Max laying on the bed partly naked "Max?" Alex asked. Max smiled and nodded "Easy I can do you both" Alfonso said smirking, "I really horny now". Max stood up and Alex started undressing Alfonso kissing him tenderly, even Max had to admit he found the guy incredibly sexy and was probably the nearest thing he would get to Mateo who seemed to keep things professional with them. Max was undressed and stood facing a naked Alfonso. He was lost for words seeing the tattoos on Max's shoulder and arm, running his fingers over them he stepped closer and kissed Max moving him backwards until they fell on the bed. Alex went to have a cold shower giving them a few moments to explore each other. The soft knock on the door fell on deaf ears and Mateo walked in crossing in to the bedroom having heard them come back to the rooms. He stood there unsure what to make of what was going on, in his head that was, his cock had no problem figuring things out seeing Alfonso naked and laying on top of Max. Alex appeared and gasped in shock seeing Mateo lost in thought staring at the sight then looked down and chuckled seeing his erection. He walked over to Mateo who turned realising Alex was standing there. 'Your high...' Alex put a finger to his lips staring at him and moving his face closer until he kissed Mateo. Pulling back Alex smiled 'Max has a big crush on you' he whispered in his ear as his fingers began unfastening the buttons of Mateo's shirt. Mateo looked over to the bed at the two men who now struggled to fight on who was fucking who. Mateo seemed a little nervous at first then he looked up at Alex whose lips were slightly parted in a smile, Mateo leaned forward and rammed his tongue between the lips kissing Alex hard and purposefully. He then retracted his tongue and teased Alex who was trying to kiss him having being so turned on by the first kiss. Mateo chuckled and ran a finger down Alex's face as they moved closer again, his lips felt like they were sizzling as Mateo made contact again. Alex felt his body rising off the ground in his arms as he took the prince over to the bed laying him down next Max and Alfonso, gone was any doubt in his head. They both stopped and saw Mateo, his body and tattoos, Max's cock instantly jumped and bounced several times and his hand seemed to have a mind of its own touching the Mexican's body, his eyes looked pleadingly at Mateo who smiled 'You will get your turn!' he said in a tone that told Max he was going to get it. Alfonso looked Mateo in the eye and they suddenly kissed with angry passion getting it out of their system before focusing back on the guys under them. Alex moaned and gasped first at the sudden way Mateo had worked his cock to his hole and penetrated him with the head, his eyes looking up feeling the head of his cock slipping in and out preparing his hole to take the fullness of his cock. Little by little more of him was entering Alex getting deeper and deeper in to his body. Continuous with no slowing down, his arse being worked stretching and loosening it the more he took. There was no resistance from Alex, all he could do was gasp and moan wildly staring up at Mateo, his fingers digging in to his hips unsure if he wanted to stop him or pull him in harder. He felt it each time Mateo pulled his cock back then forward then he moved in one suave motion, desperately Alex tried arching his back off the bed but he met Mateo's body that wouldn't move. Moaning louder and feeling the bushy prickles of his pubes rubbing against his arse and hole he knew his cock was now deep inside in his body, The feeling of him being inside was so intoxicating that Alex now wore the widest smile on his face as he settled back. His steady yet relentless movement gave Alex no time to even adjust or react. His variety of movements from his hips had him gasping never knowing what was coming next, Mateo displayed his devilish smile 'I tell you I cum lots and many times' he said softly and following up with a kiss. His deep long strokes felt like they were touching him in places he had never experienced, focusing on Mateo trying to second guess his moves he could now understand why Max had a crush on him, he couldn't wait to see his boyfriend getting fucked by Mateo. Likewise Max was watching Alex at the hands of Mateo, he too got a real buzz seeing Alex in action. Too focused on Alex and Mateo he got a gentle slap on the face from Alfonso reminding him he was there, Max was so aroused that he tried to get Alfonso over on to his back but the Spaniard was having none of it and he gently tapped Max again on the face warning not to fight him off. Max chuckled looking up in to his eyes, they were so mesmerising that he lifted his head desperate to kiss him. Alfonso smiled and lowered his head kissing him and forcing Max's head back on the bed as he worked Max's legs up around him pinning Max to a missionary position like Alex was. Moving his cock leaving a trail of precum until he found the warmth of his arse lips slipping around the moist head of his cock, his kissed Max harder raising his hips and pushing in quickly. His hands grabbed Alfonso's shoulders in mock protest, yet the passion of his kiss had the desired effect on Max who surrendered himself completely to him. Locked in the kiss he found Alfonso was in no way shy about using his cock and got to work on Max with subtle hypnotic strokes. The noises in the room coming from Alex and Max moaning almost in time with each other. Alfonso struggling to maintain a steady rhythm hearing Mateo's balls slapping away at Alex with his deep hard thrusting, he was getting so aroused by the noises in the room that he changed to a deep rapid penetration fuck. Max clearly wanted a break from the kiss but Alfonso held fast holding his head still so he could continue assaulting him at both ends. Max now flung his arms around Alfonso's body holding him tight against himself, their bodies moving together. A surge rippled through his body causing Alfonso to moan in to Max's mouth and his hips picked up speed feeling the tingle of his orgasm beginning in his balls, it was too late to stop it and he broke the kiss moaning loudly. His hips jumped forward pressing down harder in to Max feeling his cum speeding up through his cock, pulsing hard he shot his load planting it deep. Max moaned and pulled Alfonso back down, his head buried against Max's neck as they held each other tightly. His body trembled then his hips jabbed hard cycling through his orgasm, Max could feel his warm breath being exhaled each time his body trembled and jumped. He laid there oblivious to anything staring up the ceiling, just holding Alfonso and letting him finish his orgasm fully felt so amazing to Max. They both became aware of the slapping balls getting faster and Alex moaning in a higher pitched tone as he gasped for air from the relentlessness of Mateo, each thrust in pushed the air out of his lungs having such a bewildering effect on him that made Alex shot his load twice, the second time his arse clamped hard and Mateo reared up and holding still for a split second shooting the first ribbon of his seed, in the blink of an eye the balls started slapping again even faster as he continued fucking Alex hard allowing all of his seed to be pumped out. Suddenly he changed in to a steady massaging fuck and leaned down kissing Alex. He continued doing this for several minutes before picking up the speed again and fucking Alex for the second time. Mateo leaned up running his fingers along Alex's body causing him to giggle. He looked over at Alfonso 'Swap?' he asked, Alfonso leaned over and kissed him as they both extracted their cocks ready to swap bottoms. Mateo gently pulled the head out followed by a river of cum flooding out of Alex's arse. Max noticed and giggled then rubbed his finger over his hole feeling it was damp but otherwise pretty dry still. Mateo positioned himself against Max 'Don't worry it will happen to you when I have finished' he said smiling and slipping his cock deep inside Max in one attempt. He then began to fuck Max with deliberate slow strokes then a few deep hard thrusts, moaning and rolling his eyes feeling Alfonso's cum coating his cock and driving him wild. Mateo leaned down and kissed him roughly then grinned 'I am going to wreck you!' he said smirking and building up the speed of his deep fucking and pinning Max's arms down above his head. Alfonso smiled shaking his head at the incredible way Mateo could fuck, he turned to Alex and scooped up some of Mateo's cum and pushed it in Alex's hole followed by his cock, using it as lube. He knew exactly how hard Alex could take getting fucked having been here before and he soon had his prince moaning. After a few minutes he pulled out and dragged Alex over to the sofa. With Alex kneeling on it, Alfonso took him from behind softly then kissed him and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. From this position Alfonso could certainly match Mateo for speed and depth as he fucked Alex for nearly half an hour before he finally shot his cum and collapsed on top of him. Alex giggled and turned his head to kiss Alfonso 'I love it when you do it like that' he said purring like a cat. Max was being put through his paces having taken two loads already from Mateo he was about to deliver his third, this time he really began pounding Max so hard that Max accidentally scratched Mateo's back when he felt the muscles in his arse loosing their ability to function properly, his action caused Mateo to fuck him harder and harder until he began knocking out his third load and collapsing on to Max, both drenched in sweat and panting heavily Mateo was not ready to pull out yet and made Max lay there with his arse soaked in cum, his hips still moving and gyrating. Max was beginning to get some control back down below, he certainly felt liked he had been wrecked. Mateo finally pulled out and a dribble followed "I need cold shower" Max said looking exhausted. Mateo helped Max off the bed "Thanks" he said. Mateo smiled "I would clench your arse you got several of my loads in there" he said. "Now I remember know why I have a crush on you!" Max replied steadying himself on his feet. Max chuckled and took a few steps then ran to the bathroom as he felt a river or cum flowing down his leg. The three of them stood there laughing at his predicament until Alex felt a trickle beginning to run down his leg, he now ran to the bathroom. Alfonso stood there bent over in laughter then yelped and looked behind unable to stand up properly, he felt the hand holding him down as Mateo slid his cock in his arse. Planting his hands on the bed for support as Mateo pushed deep inside, he pulled back then pushed deep inside again letting Alfonso feel what was about to come. Mateo let out a soft growl and slowly began fucking at first, with each passing minute it got deeper and harder. Alfonso could now hear and feel Mateo's balls knocking away rapidly at his arse. Mateo moaned and gripped on to Alfonso's hips holding him deep on his cock shooting his sixth load in two hours. He pulled Alfonso up right keeping his arms secured around the his waist and impaled on his cock, Alfonso looked over his shoulder and kissed him as Alex and Max returned from the bathroom still giggling away and kissing each other bumping in to the door. The both looked over at the hot sight of Alfonso and Mateo locked together. Alex climbed into bed with an aching arse "Warn me never to have sex with Mateo again!" he said. Max smiled "God I love you and I really love watching you get nailed" he said then laughed. "Get in to bed I want you" Alex said fingering his cock and tasting his precum. "Seriously Alex, I can't take any more tonight" Max protested climbing in to bed. Alex chuckled "I need you to blow me" he said rubbing his cock gently. Max smiled and kissed him on the mouth, chin, neck and worked lower down his body. Eventually they ended up in a sixty nine position finishing each other off before finally falling asleep. Alfonso and Mateo arrived noisily carrying a tray of coffees 'Good morning your royal highness, sir' they said in unison and bowing then waiting for them to wake and sit up. They placed the tray on the bed noticing all the cups. They then sat crossed legged on the bed pouring four cups of coffee and inviting themselves to take morning coffee with Alex and Max. "Are we taking liberties now?" Alex asked taking a sip of coffee and sighing. "Of course" Mateo replied smiling as Liam, Franco and Artem appeared in the bedroom. Alfonso smiled "Come, coffee here" he said as they all piled on the bed. Liam sat between Alex and Max "Man you both reek of sex" he remarked winking at Alfonso and Mateo. Max smiled resting back against the head board "You want sucking off then?" he asked. "Certainly not" Liam replied slapping Alex's hand away that was moving under the sheets. Alfonso laid down with his head across Mateo's legs "This nice, nice and friendly" he said softly. They all laughed and sat chatting about the day ahead before they got down to business getting Alex and Max ready for their royal visit to the national museum. Artem fully aware of what was going down on this trip worked with Max on the timings in the car towards the museum and who he was being presented to on arrival. It was the first time that Max was introduced ahead of Alex and it seemed so out of the ordinary to him. They day went well with not a mishap in sight, even Franco was quietly loving his part taking the spotlight for once with Max. That evening they attended the state banquet in their honour and the Spanish Prime Minister attended spending quite a bit of time talking with Max and Alex. The following day was another busy one with Max at the helm then a visit to one of the IHF charity offices that Felipe had persuaded them to fit in. Their last evening was relatively quiet dining with the royal family and celebrating a successful few days with Max having secured a showing for Asa's work at a gallery in Madrid along with a few other artists from Monrovia. The prime minister of Spain was impressed by their visit he was now going to make an official business visit to Monrovia in return. The governor premier made sure that the royal council were aware that is was all Max's doing at being a superb ambassador for their country, he was carefully sowing the seeds for next council meeting when the Sovereign Statute 10.5 would be put before them. It was a sad afternoon for Alfonso having to say goodbye to them all after getting to enjoy some fun times with them. Alex sent a text to Felipe suggesting he try and get Alfonso out for a drink that evening noticing that he looked a little down at their upcoming departure. By the time the cars arrived Alfonso appeared with Mateo looking happy and telling Alex that he was going out for a drink later with Felipe. With all the farewells done and promises to come back soon the cars left the Zarzuela palace for the airport and their flight to Mauritius. They were all in good spirit looking forward to a couple of weeks of downtime, hidden away with no interruptions. Only Franco was aware of what the real reason for the trip and Max had wanted their personal household present considering they lived in each others pockets and beds. Every time he looked at Alex, his prince, his heart never failed to skip a beat and he loved that feeling that came over him, it was pure love and something he still found exciting each day.

And here it is, folks, the concurring opinion of the longest-serving Supreme Court justice (who also happens to be African American, which is neither here nor there, but is interesting to note, in that race and progressiveness are totally unrelated): "The same rationale that the Supreme Court used to declare there was no right to abortion, [Clarence Thomas] said, should also be used to overturn cases establishing rights to contraception, same-sex consensual relations and same-sex marriage." Source: [think before following links] https://www.nytimes.com/2022/06/24/us/clarence-thomas-roe-griswold-lawrence-obergefell.html To understand why Thomas' opinion matters, it's important to realize that, even though Roberts still holds the title of Chief Justice, Thomas has the right to assign opinions. He is the senior member of the court's conservative majority. Source: [think before following links] https://edition.cnn.com/2021/07/21/opinions/clarence-thomas-supreme-court-power-toobin/index.html I actually like to be proved wrong in spirited, substantive debate. On this issue, I would have been relieved to be wrong. But the people who said there was nothing to worry about never offered any substantive evidence to support their position, and it is now clear that they were mistaken. Within a matter of years, your same-sex marriages will be invalidated, it will again be illegal for you to engage in gay sex, you won't be allowed to get condoms even if you want them (yes, this is a bareback enthusiast site and primarily one for people who are not physically able to have children, but the thought that access to contraceptives will once again be restricted is chilling), and who knows what other hard-won, long-fought-for rights and freedoms will be abrogated? Please, please exercise your right to vote in the 2022 midterm elections...

Just arrived in a new town yesterday afternoon for a long pride weekend, hopefully full of raw loads. Made the rookie mistake of a hotel that requirers a room key for elevator - but still managed to get a couple big loads from some nice cocks. First was a very sexy BBC - awkward but friendly chat in the long elevator ride and long walk down the hall, but not disappointed once we got in the room. Both stripped, and his soft cock was quickly hardening in my mouth, and soon it wouldn't fit but powering through a couple repressed gags later - he was easily down my throat and rock hard.. he laid back, i climbed on, and rode him. hit all the right spots, deeper than any in recent history and just the right THICK but comfortable, uncut. had me feeling great 🐷😈! Then he flipped me over, slid in - even deeper than before somehow, and started pounding away. I could feel him getting even thicker, and longer pushing just past comfort - but i'm no quitter :P Only a few moments of this and he stops, balls deep - and i feel every pulse as he shoots HARD deep in to me, felt at least 3 or 4 hard shots, prob more.. He starts apologizing immediately for cumming so fast (whole deal was legit prob 3-4 mins TOTOAL) - but I tell him (truthfully) that i was actually kinda relieved and thankful! Was hot as fuck and I probably couldn't have taken that beast much longer or harder, esp as the first in a long time! Told him to keep my number and stop back any time. he left, i put a plug in, and went back to watching porn. 2nd was a thick uncut latin guy - came in, played with my ass for a sec -could immediately tell I was pre-loaded. Asked how many, told him "only one so far" he asked "Are you SURE?" LOL (first guy REALLY came a lot, and opened me up). he gets rock hard from the cum in my hole, and shoved right in fast. then this mf'r wanted me in 23 different positions, lights on, in front of every mirror, on every piece of furniture - athletic as hell! 😈 totally made up for missing the gym that morning! finally he unloads w/me on my stomach, him on top, deep and hard.. lays on top of me for a min as we catch our breath, never really goes totally soft, starts rocking back and forth, gets totally hard again. we roll over on our side and he repositions me - hitting much deeper than before and starts rutting away. Between his uncut dick, and all the cum as lube - it was so silky comfortable and fuck it felt good, hitting all the right spots. after only about 2-3 mins of this he shoves deep and i feel him unloading again. fuck that feeling never gets old. 🐷 After he left, I watched some dirty cumdump porn with a plug in my ass, shot my load and passed out for the night, (momentarily) satisfied.

They aren't to be trusted - especially big pharma. Just one simple example - Descovy should have been available for PrEP YEARS ago - everyone knew it was (more-or-less) the safer version of Truvada. But Gilead let people suffer side effects from Truvada in order to make more profits. They ran with Truvada as long as they could and then got Descovy approved for PrEP just in time so they could extend its patent and keep the cost of the drug high. As far doctors… Here's a little bit of what's happened to me personally… At one point I went to this gay doctor who treated a lot of HIV/AIDS patients. Literally every time I went to see him there was a pharma rep in his waiting room. It was completely obvious he was getting paid to prescribe meds that were the most profitable for the drug companies. Ethical docs don't take meetings with pharma reps - they go to educational / neutral sources to get their information. And from my time in pharma marketing - when a doctor like that is also recognized by his peers the pharma companies groom them to be "thought leaders". Those are the people who present even the "educational" seminars (aka "grand rounds" lectures). It's just in the "educational" sessions they have to use the generic name of the drug, not the brand name, and they have to also discuss other competing drugs (but guess which ones the thought leaders will say are best?) And… I was a 26 year old kid when my lover was in the hospital with AIDS. A doctor had told me he needed his IV drugs in a certain order. When the nurse went to give him the meds one night the order she was giving them in seemed wrong to me. I questioned her and was told in no uncertain terms that she was right and I was wrong. I woke up the next morning (we had a private room in the hospital where I was sleeping with him) to find him in distress. His heart rate was up around 180 and it had been like that for hours. Basically she HAD given the drugs in the wrong order, and he had done the equivalent of running a marathon all night. He never really recovered from that. A few months later he died. And a year later ARVs came out. If he'd been able to survive another year he might still be alive today. I was young and "white coat syndrome" was at play - I didn't make her stop and call a doctor over. But it taught me you can't trust medical professionals. It was probably unintentional - but she basically killed him. Another first-hand case… When I was 18 I was told I had a seizure condition. A couple years later MRIs came out and I was told I had a brain tumor. Years went by and nothing happened and I didn't always see doctors to stay on top of it. Then I started having blackout spells again and a friend got me in to see the head of neurology at Memorial Sloan Kettering who was a brain tumor specialist (MSKCC is one of the top cancer hospitals in the world). She put me on dilantin and ordered a biopsy (which is a pretty high risk surgery) that was done by the Chief of Neurosurgery. The result was "scar tissue" but they continued to believe it was a brain tumor since tumors can be surrounded by scar tissue. Years went by again and when there was another round of blackouts she ordered another biopsy. This time the neurosurgeon was more aggressive, but the result was still scar tissue. 15 years had passed since I was first diagnosed with the tumor. I asked my doc whether the progression they saw could simply be higher MRI resolutions seeing more of the mass. She said no. I told her I wanted to go off dilantin since I was having problems with my gums (a well-known side effect of dilantin). She told me if I wanted to do that I needed to find another doctor. I took myself off dilantin (it has to be done over months), and eventually found myself another doctor. That doctor sent me to a radiologist who thought my case was unusual. He was the first radiologist in all those years who actually sat down and talked with me. I lent him 22 years of scans and he took a half a day to pour over them. His conclusion was that it was just a scar (as the biopsies found) and the apparent "growth" was due to 1) increased MRI sensitivity (I was right), and 2) MSKCC going in and making the situation worse by doing multiple biopsies. As far as my blackout spells - they're just simple vasovagal reactions - not epilepsy. I didn't need dilantin (and it was harming me - my oral health hasn't been the same since). So I've personally witnessed a nurse at one of the top AIDS hospitals do something which essentially killed my lover. And I've experienced malpractice by doctors who are arguably some of the top in their specialty in the world. I now prefer doctors / NPs who graduated from state schools - they're less cocky and arrogant and are more likely to question their own judgement - which in my view is essential in healthcare. So yeah if you think I don't think trust doctors - you're absolutely right. I question everything and only do what makes sense to me. If a doctor is bothered by my questions I find another doctor. I do take their opinion seriously, but I make the final decision. And pharma companies - they're only in it for the money - not for saving lives. It's why there are so many treatments and so few cures.

Buddy don't. You gotta real beaut asshole. A real man's hole. I love to finger and eat a hole that's serviced 1000s of cocks. Also I love the way a thicc hole feels round my cock - milks me so fukkin good. So, be proud of your well fucked and seeded hole - it's a badge of honour!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lYPr9UsrtY0y I like how he plants his seed balls deep in his boy pussy!

Actually that's not what I said. I said guys should absolutely go on ARVs when their viral load was between 350 and 500. Which means they probably should go on when they're around 500 (if they didn't go on sooner). And I repeatedly mentioned 350 because that was the threshold used by the study. It's not like CD4 counts go in predictable straight lines. So someone might go below 500 because they have a cold or something and then be up over 500 on the next test. But when the trend is clearly below 500 guys should go on meds IMHO. As I understand it that was the standard model of care in most of Europe for a very long time and it works pretty well. It's just START showed that going on meds immediately was marginally better for the individual, and substantially better from an overall public health perspective. I'm so against the idea intentionally progressing to AIDS that I've banned it from the site. I think I've made it pretty clear that I view that particular fetish as literally suicidal. The point with this post is that there's a gray area in between going on immediately and "no meds ever" and it's not an unreasonable option for some guys. As far as your "You will already be at higher risk for…" statement - my point is that the START study was the major study behind statements like that and the conclusion was that "the absolute differences were fairly small". If you have other studies that show otherwise, please share them. With a larger sample size your confidence interval shrinks. When your confidence interval shrinks to the point that there's no overlap in the groups being compared, then the finding is "statistically significant". Ergo, statistical significance is directly related to sample size. In this case yes, 1.4% is > 2x 0.6%. But my point is that both are extremely small. (1.4% wouldn't be small if we were talking about an outcome of death, but we're just talking about "complications".) By focusing on the statistical significance and not the absolute risk being discussed you're not seeing for the forest for the trees. The doubling from 0.6 to 1.4 is important from a general public health perspective, but it's less important from the perspective of an individual. My impetus for posting it in Sexual Health is because the poz fetish crowd deserves sexual health as much as everyone else. Calling them "lunatics" is completely unproductive. I'm seeing a disturbing trend of making these issues black and white - that there are two and only two camps - 1) go on meds immediately or 2) "never take meds". The data says there's a middle ground where you can delay without significantly risking your own health. Guys who choose to wait need to understand the numbers so they know the point where they really need to get themselves on meds (before they have actual complications). The purpose of my post was to present a risk reduction strategy that some guys might choose over intentionally progressing to AIDS. If I can get those guys to move from thinking in terms of "never take meds" to "delay while my CD4 is good" - that's a huge win. Those guys are unlikely to ever switch to "go on meds right away", but "delay for a while" is an achievable goal with that group, IMHO.

I love vids where the cameraman goes for sloppy seconds

Minneapolis / St Paul trip for work. Snuck in a cute 40something white vers guy at my hotel. Made out lots. He got very verbal fucking his thick jocked smooth bubble butt. He fucked my skinny ass on my back like an animal in heat. Blew his load in deep. It was midnight and had early start so I went to bed with blue balls. Woke up horny. A 2nd beefy tall 40something hit me up and asked if I needed to unload. He had just gotten fucked between work calls ( remote work ). Fuck yeah! So I drove right over to his place. Parked behind his pickup truck -- nice. Walked up to his massive ass bent over bed and he was blindfolded. Dove right into his pink fuckhole with my tongue -- tasted cum! Yum! His buns suffocated my face as I rimmed. Thick beefy ass. I get rock hard from big thick ass on handsome masc guys! His thighs were 2x bigger than my skinny legs, lol! His deep voice begged for me to dump my load several times while fucking doggy from behind. Didn't take long to bust my nutt because of the night before! 2nd load for his cumhole. He asked to meet up again when he's in my town. 🐷

Mr. Miller’s dick was starting to hurt after two days of constant fucking. It wasn’t until Monday morning when a knock on the door arrested his attention. He had just been planning to check on his slave when the guest knocked. Answering the door, he found Matt before him, his glazed look returned. “Master,” Matt said, “my wife has left. I am here as you instructed.” Mr. Miller smiled. “How long will she be gone?” “Two days.” “Plenty of time for what I have planned,” Mr. Miller said. “Go and get your used gym clothes and bring them here.” “I also stole clothes from the gym like you told me.” “Very good,” Mr. Miller said. “Have you pissed this morning?” “No, Master.” “Good. Don’t. And did you collect your cum like I told you to?” “Yes, Master.” “Bring that as well. You have five minutes.” Mr. Miller went down into the basement, finding Brian on the floor, asleep, Matt’s sweaty shirt clinging to his own sweaty body. His testicles were pulled back, still attached to one of Mr. Miller’s weights. His scrotum was red, his testicles showing some swelling. The television screens were still playing until Mr. Miller opened the app and sent the screens to black. “Wake up,” he said, crossing to his slave and slowly stepping down on his balls. Brian jolted awake, Mr. Miller’s control taking over quickly after. “Good morning, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ve done well these past few days. I believe you’ll serve me well. I do want to try something new today. Undo the strap around your testicles and climb up into the sling.” Brian did as he was commanded. As he stood up and crossed to the sling, Mr. Miller took notice of his balls which looked to be hanging lower than before. With his slave in the sling, Mr. Miller strapped his hands and ankles tight, doing so further up with his legs and arms. Once he was sure his slave was secure, Mr. Miller looked deep into Brian’s eyes. “Awake.” Brian gasped, the glazed look which had set in since Friday now gone. “What, what’s happening? Where am I?” “It’ll take some time,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and running his hands along his slave’s legs, “but you’ll soon remember.” “What have you done to me?” “I’ve given you what you wanted,” Mr. Miller said. “You said you wanted me to fuck you. I have. You said you wanted me to impregnate you. In a manner of speaking, I have. Everything you’ve wanted, I’ve given to you. I’ve also given you things you never knew you wanted. I’ve made your life simple. You live to serve me as my sex slave. You’ll never have to worry about making a decision again.” “But,” Brian said, his memories of the last few days returning, “What about my life? What about what I want?” “I’ve given you what you want,” Mr. Miller said. “I’ve blessed you with dozens of my poz loads. Soon, a part of me will be within you forever. I was planning on keeping you under my control forever, but I think I’ll allow you to regain some awareness. You still can’t run away. I won’t release you that easily. You also can’t hurt me. But I want to see you accept this fate. The brainwashing I’ve set within your mind will continue to break you down. Soon, I won’t have to put you under any trance. You’ll want to stay because whatever part of you that could resist me will be gone.” “Master,” Matt said, the man standing in the doorway of the basement. “Perfect,” Mr. Miller said. “You see, Brian, this is Matt. He is a man who I have under a trance, but only when I see fit. What I plan to do to him, to remove his will slowly, I am doing with you this summer. I’m giving Matt more time, though I’ve already pozzed him, making his loads toxic. Isn’t that right, Matt?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said, entering the basement. In his hands he carried a duffle bag and a thermos. “Place the bag on the ground,” Mr. Miller said. “Today, Brian, I am giving my dick a break. We’ve been fucking constantly, and, as you’ve noticed as I’ve sat here watching you pull the weight around by you balls, I like to watch every now and then. Matt here, another of my toxic slaves, will fuck you, unloading his toxic cum in your hole.” “I don’t want—” “Quiet,” Mr. Miller said. Brian’s mouth closed instantly, his eyes looking pleadingly. “Matt will fuck you, contribute his loads, helping ensure that you will be poz. There’s no doubt that you will be. I’m highly potent, as is Matt. But first, Matt here hasn’t had the chance to piss yet this morning, and I’d hate to have a strong bladder-full of piss go to waste. Brian, you will open your mouth and drink down Matt’s piss. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said, walking to Brian’s head. Brian struggled slightly against his restraints, but as soon as Matt was next to him, his mouth opened. Matt pulled down his pants, revealing a cock that was slightly shorter than Brian’s but significantly thicker. It looked to be the same girth of a soda can, covered in veins. On his cock there was a tattoo, that of a biohazard symbol and the initials A. M. in the center. “Drink up,” Mr. Miller said, opening the duffle bag and pulling out several pairs of clothing, dropping them on the floor. Matt grabbed Brian’s hair and pulled his head down to his dick, unleashing a thick stream of golden piss into the slave’s mouth. Brian’s eyes widened as the liquid cascaded across this tongue, the pungent smell permeating the air. Even though he didn’t want Matt’s piss in his mouth, he started to swallow, just as Mr. Miller had ordered. Meanwhile, Mr. Miller sorted through the clothing, finding several pairs of jock straps, a few pairs of briefs, shirts, and socks. One of the briefs sported a streak of brown on the ass while one of the jock straps was discolored yellow from years of stains. The jock strap Mr. Miller pulled up to his face and breathed deep, taking in the smell of unwashed months, piss, cum, and sweat attached to the fabric and sporting the odor of man. The smell alone got him hard. He looked across the basement to where Matt was still feeding Brian his piss, the young slave desperately swallowing to keep up, making his erection even firmer. “I’m done, Master,” Matt said, turning to Mr. Miller, small drops of piss dripping to the floor. “How did that taste, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, eyeing Brian who was shuddering as he swallowed the remaining piss in his mouth. “Bitter,” Brian said. “The taste of piss is something else you’ll soon crave,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll want it more than water. Do you have to piss?” Brian nodded. “Matt, drink Brian’s piss.” “Yes, Master.” Matt circled around to Brian’s caged cock, lowering his mouth over the cage as piss splashed out, running down over Brian’s body. Matt slurped up the piss as well as he could, his hand reaching down below Brian where he caught extra drops which he brought to his mouth. Mr. Miller pulled on the briefs which had the stain on the back and brought the stained jock strap over to Matt who was finishing his drink. “Is this yours?” he asked Matt. “No, Master.” “Who does it belong to?” “A man named Wes Little, Master.” “The police chief,” Mr. Miller said, examining the jock again. “I wonder if he likes wearing a stained jock? Maybe, it’s communal for all his officers.” He ran his tongue alone the crotch, savoring the flavor. “Get me more of Chief Little’s clothing for the future.” “Yes, Master.” “And is that your cum?” Mr. miller asked, nodding down at the thermos. “Yes, Master.” “How many loads?” “Twenty-three.” Mr. Miller took the thermos and opened it up, breathing deep the scent of stale loads. “Just think, Matt, if it hadn’t been for me, all of this probably could have been used to make a person. A person you’d have to raise with your bitch wife instead of letting yourself fuck hundreds of people, no cares in the world. It’s a good thing I found you when I did. Now, all you have to do is do exactly what I tell you.” “Yes, Master.” “And what I’m telling you,” Mr. Miller said, drinking a large gulp of cum from the thermos, “is to fuck Brian’s brains out.” Brian tried to escape the sling, but the restraints kept him secure. “I don’t want my brains fucked out,” Brian shouted. “Too late,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m in your mind. I’m slowly wearing down your defenses against me. Soon, you will serve me without the need of a trance. Just wait and see.” Matt spit into his hand and rubbed it over his dick, lining it up to Brian’s hole. He grabbed Brian’s legs to stop the his moving and shoved his dick inside. Even with Mr. Miller’s constant fucking and the use of the butt plug, the girth of Matt’s dick proved to be too large, sending Brian into a blinding pain. “FUCK!” he shouted, head tilted back, his body trying to move away from Matt’s intrusion, without success. “Everyone talks about wanting a big dick,” Mr. Miller said, drinking more of Matt’s cum from the thermos. “But they only ever mean long. Sure, I love a long dick, 8, 9, 10 inches. But a thick cock, one that fills you up, opens you wide, that’s a different experience. It tears you open. That’s what Matt’s dick is meant to do. It’s meant to tear open holes and infect the ruined pussies with toxic cum.” Matt’s thrusting had increased, a steady motion breaking Brian’s pussy now sending both waves of pain and pleasure throughout the slave’s body. Matt’s dick was pressed against Brian’s prostate, a constant feeling of pleasure spreading throughout his restrained limbs. His caged cock tried to break free from the cage, but it was no use. “Once Matt is divorced from his wife,” Mr. Miller said, finishing the thermos of cum, “I’ll have him sleeping with as many men as possible, ruining their holes, filling them with toxic cum. Imagine every man being pozzed.” Matt’s grip tightened around Brian’s legs, sweat pouring down his face, his chest hair slick. Mr. Miller approached, standing behind Matt, kissing his neck, tasting the sweat. He wrapped his arms around the man’s body and ran his hands through Matt’s body hair. While he loved Brian being smooth, Matt was the type of man you didn’t want to see hairless. His hair intensified his sexiness. Mr. Miller looked down at Matt’s cock as it entered and left Brian’s pussy, the tattoo seen between thrusts. “What a beautiful cock,” Mr. Miller said. “Who does that cock belong to, Matt?” “It belongs to you, Master,” Matt said, his breathing labored. “I belong to you.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, his eyes now looking at Brian who was looking up at the ceiling, his own body covered in sweat. “Matt knows who is in charge. Matt knows who he serves. How about you, slave? Who does your cock belong to?” Brian looked down at his caged cock, anger and acceptance in his eyes. “You.” “I’m sorry?” Mr. Miller said. “You,” Brian said, the word an effort to say. “Master.” Mr. Miller smiled, grabbing Matt’s face which he turned and started kissing. Matt continued fucking Brian’s pussy, blood covering his dick. “I’m gonna cum,” Matt said, his eyes focused on Mr. Miller. “May I cum, Master?” “You may,” Mr. Miller said, his arms around Matt’s body, one over his heart, the other reaching down to his dick. “Fill him up with our strain.” Matt burrowed his dick deep inside Brian’s pussy, hands squeezing tight on Brian’s legs as his body shook. Mr. Miller could feel Matt’s heart racing while everything around his dick pulsed with each squirt of the toxic load. Brian’s breathing was strained, his chest heaving, cock straining for release. “I’m cumming,” Brian whimpered, eyes focused on his restrained dick. “I need to cum.” “Do it,” Mr. Miller said. He reached down and grabbed Brian’s swollen testicles and pulled them hard. “Matt, put these in your mouth.” Matt pulled his dick from Brian’s pussy, pink cum pouring out, splattering on the floor. Mr. Miller held Brian’s balls steady as Matt sucked them into his mouth, fitting both inside. “Bight down a little,” Mr. Miller said, watching as Brian’s face contorted, his body trying to release his load but Matt’s hold on his testicles along with the damage done keeping him from cumming. “Cum, slave. I want you to cum!” “Yes, Master,” Brian cried, eyes closing as spurts of cum shot out of the cock cage. The pain was clear on his face, but so was the pleasure. What Mr. Miller had noticed instantly was the fact that Brian had called him Master without being under a trance. Already the young man’s mind belonged to Mr. Miller. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ What kind of body mods are people thinking?

Erectile dysfunction is often caused by social anxiety or performance anxiety, I've had that problem myself. In the gay world where hookups are often with strangers and people can be judgemental, perhaps many of us with no major medical issues might sometimes find getting and staying hard challenging, so might start to bottom more.

They were trying to double-penetrate me and Mark. They soon weren’t trying…they were succeeding. Pozzed Cheerleader 9 I had two cocks knocking at my hole. Dan held the small brown bottle to my nose. I inhaled deep. I could see Ali doing the same for Mark. My cunt gave way first as Darrell slid in right next to Dan. They took my breath away. I huffed the bottle of poppers and exhaled that they fuck me and breed me. “Fuck me, you poz motherfuckers,” I screamed almost too loudly for the room. Darrel and Dan pounded my hole. I thought they were going to rip me in half. Ali had slid into Mark alongside George, he was huffing the poppers so much he passed out for a moment. He was the lucky one. He nodded off through the brutal entry of Ali’s massive prong, but he lived every moment of the hard double fucking the two poz ex-football stars gave his ass. The four men showed us no mercy as they pounded our asses. All in all, we were there till morning with each of us taking multiple loads from all the football alumni. Jalen and Mark were both used and maybe ever abused above and beyond. Their bodies were covered in bruises and hickies as was mine and Jamies. I looked at my watch and it was 3am. We all had been here for over 6 hours and it looked like we were all pretty fucked out. George was big spooning Jalen. Mark was in the slot between Dan and Darrell. Jamie was tucked in Javon and Mike and Ali was still in the mood and it did not matter if I was or not. I laid on my side with Ali behind me. He had my leg held up and was slowly driving his thick poz cock into my used hole. He had a slow, steady pace about him. He just patiently drilled his cock into my slut hole. He jerked my cock to the edge erupting and backed me off each time. I was soon begging him to breed me and let me cum. But they had other plans. Javon rose from his place and slid over to me and Ali, and fed me his cock. I could still taste cum and ass on it. I did not mind. Ali kept his anal onslaught up on my hole. I was aching to cum. I could almost erupt, but he would control my orgasm each and every time. I was being taken at each end. I was in piggy heaven. I moaned for their loads, but they prolonged their assault on my holes. Javon and Ali adjusted me on the bed to where I straddled Javon and Ali stayed behind me. Javon poppered me to the point my whole body felt like jelly. I felt Ali push his thick cock alongside Javon’s massive prick that was lodged deep in me. ALi was the cock in control. He slowly began to refuck my hole, grinding his cock in and out of me and on Javon’s cock, then Javon started to rock his cock in opposite unison of Ali. My cock was rock hard and had to be poking a hole in Javon. I had tears in my eyes as I fought through the pain and pleasure. My cock finally erupted covering Javon’s belly and chest. My ass spasmed sending waves of pleasure into both these hunks of meat that were splitting me in two. They did not just pull out of me. They stayed there splitting me in half until I felt Javon slowly slip from my abused cunt. Ali then finally dismounted me. “I think we knocked this cocksucker up!Ali joked as he scooped a handful of pink tinged jizz from my ass and pushed it into my slut mouth. We soon all drifted off to sleep. I was not sure how long we were out, but I was slowly awoken by a hot mouth on my ass. I looked to see the entire room engulfed in an early morning fuckfest with George plowing Mark who was fingering and felching the cum out of my hole. My cock was rock hard. George ordered Mark to scoot up and slide his cock into me. He wanted to fuck me via Mark. The whole room was involved in some sort of of fucking or sucking or being fucked or being sucked. One by one our hosts for the night would finish up and tidy up, shower and leave. I assumed we had the room til noon or so. George was the last to leave, giving us each a stack of cash. He gave Jaime some final instructions. I soon learned they were all given an extra hundred to breed and fuck me before they left. Jalen and Mark took turns on me as I laid sprawled out across the ottoman. I cleaned both of their cocks before they showered. Jaime took me in the shower stall fucking me hard and giving me a piss enema before pissing on my face and then mkaing me wait in the bathtub while his piss dried on me and he took a long shower. I walked him in the warm noon sun just sore and achy with a wicked headache. I felt like I was coming down with something. More to Cum Hope you Came

I heard Bob Marley playing as I came through from douching. I’d managed to get my shirt and trousers wet, so was wearing only cotton-knit boxers. Rat looked up, raised his bottle and smiled, “Nice pants! You all sorted?” “Yeah… made a bit of a mess though.” I showed them my clothes. “No matter,” Loz smiled, “you’ll get the hang of it.” Rat passed me a beer, and Boots handed me the spliff then gestured for me to sit on the floor. I say cross-legged leaning on the sofa next to him, close enough to smell his sweat and musk. I took a couple of light tokes on the joint, and turned towards him I handed it back, resting one hand on his thigh. He spread his legs as I took a deep slug of my beer. Looking up past the bulge of his crotch, he locked eyes with me. Eyes which seemed to stab straight through the back of my head, drawing me in. My hands, almost involuntarily, stroked his thighs when I shuffled closer, but as I went to stroke his fly he pushed my hand back, “Not yet… I don’t want no backroom quickie blow job.” I put my head down and rubbed my face along his leg, into the valley between his thigh and crotch. I nearly swooned when I sucked in a lungful of his funk. Moving to the other side, I did the same. I didn’t know if it was the pot or him, but something was making me high. Probably a bit of both. He squirmed a bit, and when I looked up he’d shed his polo shirt, putting his braces back on his shoulders. Slim and defined, with almost no body hair, his muscles flexed as he raised his arms behind his head and I got a strong wave of sweat. I started sniffing and licking up his belly and chest, and was drawn to his left armpit. Every time before, it had been a furtive suck in a toilet cubicle, or quick blow in some holiday chalet – I’d never thought a man’s armpits would be attractive, let alone erotic or sexy. As I got closer, I just knew I wanted to taste every part of him. I hovered next to his nipple, breathing deeply. Huffing as much of the wonderful smell as I could, like it was the air I needed to live. Then I felt his hand in my hair pushing me further, until the hairs brushed my nose and I dived in to lick and rub my face in him. After a while, the smell seemed to wear off, and I kissed round his neck to the other side, the ridge of his cock pressed into my belly through his bleachers. When I got there, I huffed in another huge breath before slavering over the hair. Again, it subsided, and I started licking down, over his nipple, until I could press my face against his cock. He shifted forward in the chair, pressing hard against my face, and ran his hand over my head. I reached up and started popping his fly buttons open, until there was just thin cotton separating us. When I reached to pull his Y-fronts aside, he stopped me, and Rat whispered in my ear, “Through the Y-hole, balls first.” I hadn't realised he’d knelt behind me. It took a while to work out how to pull his balls free so I could get my face in for another hit of his musk. Almost forgetting about his cock, I licked and sucked on his sac, pulling one, then the other, then both balls into my mouth. Then I felt his ridge against my face and, not letting his balls go, struggled to free his cock. He gently brushed my hands aside, “Like this,” and easily pulled himself out. Then rubbed his shaft over my face. “Mmmmmnnn…” I whimpered, slowly letting go of his balls to lick around the base of his shaft. Finally having the opportunity to really enjoy the cock I was going to swallow, I took time to lick all around his length until I could hook my tongue under his heavy foreskin. He tasted of slightly stale piss and cum. I pulled away, drew his ’skin back, licked over the crown and wiped him over my face. I had no idea where this was coming from, I just had to do it. Slowly, I took his knob, then shaft into my mouth. He was big, maybe bigger than anyone I’d sucked, but I hadn’t seen him properly – it was touch and licking and smell. It took three goes to choke him into my throat, and I had to rise up to get a better angle. He had no objection to my choking, gagging, retching and belching over his cock (unlike some guys, I’d already discovered…) so I kept going until his full length sat in my throat and his hair tickled my nose. I pulled of a little to slow down and gather my breath and clear the mucous from nose and throat. That’s when I felt Rat stroking my legs up into my boxers and over my arse cheeks. I clenched my cheeks and he squeezed in return. He groped further up to hook the waistband and slowly pulled my boxers down. I realised my cock was straining the my boxer fly, in a way I’d never known before, when it bent back uncomfortably then slapped my belly. I lifted one knee, then the other, and Rat pulled my boxers away. I was naked in front of these men. I had a flash of school showers after P.E., but this was so different. As Rat started licking and nibbling my thighs, balls and cheeks – making be tingle from my knees to my navel and all up my back – I descended onto Boots again and choked him down, lifting my arse as I did. Rat started moving from my balls, up my root, over my hole to the small of my back. It made me shiver. He did it again. And again. Then started pushing his tongue against my hole as he passed. I did my best to concentrate on Boots, but Rat was being so distracting. He was poking the tip of his tongue into me now, and every time I gagged my hole clenched a little and Rat pushed a little harder. Soon, my hole was throbbing, sending sensations forking down the back of my legs, through my balls and cock, and up my back. Even my nipples itched. It was all I could do to nurse on Boots’ shaft as Rat probed and gently nibbled my ring. I’d completely forgotten where I was, and even that Loz was sitting watching us, until the music changed to Sex Pistols. I looked up as Loz went back to his chair in just Y-fronts and a black, buckle-up shirt. Rat took the opportunity to pull me round to face him. He wiped the spit and mucous from my face and smiled, wiping the goop on his cock and letting me go back to Boots. A moment later, I felt the tip of his cock against me. I tensed a little, and he leant down to lick the back of my neck and whisper, “Relax.” I did my best, and started rocking back and forth. Each time he rocked, my ring opened a little more until I felt his head pop into me. “Argh!” I groaned round Boots’ cock and my body tensed. Rat stayed just where he was, rocking just a little until I relaxed and he started rocking further. There was the hot feeling round my ring, but nothing like with Adrian. As he slowly slid in to me the heat spread and seemed to lessen. Then I realised he was taking long strokes and his balls were pressing against mine when he bottomed out. There was different music playing so it must have taken some time. Boots is stroking my head, leaning forward whispering, “You’re doing really good.” I grinned round his cock and went down as hard and far as I could. When my nose hit his pubes and I choked, my whole arse clenched over Rat all the way inside me and he slowly pulled out as I relaxed. Then slowly pushed back in. Each stroke was a little faster and harder, and I’d started pushing back on to him and gripping him inside. He leant down again and whispered, “This is your first real fuck. We’re your first.” I nodded over Boots’ cock which made me gag and clench. I was starting to cough, and Boots lifted me up, pulling me to him, and kissed me roughly. Rat came up with me, but pulled away on his out stroke. I slumped onto Boots then to the floor, getting my first proper view of Boots’ cock and Rat’s. Boots was definitely the biggest I’d sucked. I guessed 9”, he was wide and flat which explained my aching jaw. Rat was longer than me, about 7”, and fairly slim – not too different to Adrian, but so much better – they both glistened with mucous from my throat and arse. It soon became clear we were taking a break, or maybe they were done. Rat was sitting on the sofa with his cock and balls pulled through his Y-fronts, in fact, Loz had also pulled his out too – between Rat and Boots in length, he was thick and his balls were huge, hanging down to sit heavy on the chair. I took a slug of beer, and a couple of heavier tugs on the joint as it went round. I stared at Rat’s cock. It had been inside me and I needed to taste it so I shuffled forward and licked over his balls then up his shaft. But I didn’t stop – over his belly and chest to his pits. He was different to Boots, but just as intoxicating. When I pushed into the second pit, I felt Boots behind me, rubbing his cock-head over my hole. I slid down over Rat’s chest and belly; Boots moved back with me to keep up the cock-massage, and when I got to Rat’s cock I pushed back and down to take Boots and Rat at the same time. It hurt. I half screamed over Rat’s cock before gagging him down and clamping hard on Boots. “Fuck, yeah.” Boots started an insistent but smooth stroke into me. I was still groaning – the burning was there but I didn’t care. I was getting fucked by this beautiful man and sucking his horny mate who just happens to be the first guy to give me a real fuck. The world had faded away a long time ago. There was just us, the burning pleasure in my arse and throat, the reek of men fucking. It seemed like only moments before Boots’ strokes became erratic, his breathing ragged, and he almost spasmed falling on my back. He throbbed inside me and bit into my shoulder, “NNGGGG….” I was vaguely aware of Rat pushing his fingers in Boots’ mouth and when he released his jaw he yelled out, “AARRGGHH!” He soon plopped out of me and immediately pulled my head to his cock as he sat in the chair. I descended right down on his still hard, cum covered cock. There was shuffling behind me and it had to be Loz pushing himself at my hole. I groaned when he pushed in and the burn came back. But almost as soon as he started stroking into me, I opened to him. Boots pulled away from me, protecting his obviously sensitive cock, and I dropped my head between his thighs. “Oh!… Oh!…” Loz gave a hard but easy fuck. I reached back and felt round his balls and where is cock disappeared into me, “Fuck, yeah! Argh…” He got faster then suddenly stopped, buried in me. I ran my fingers over his balls. Rat leant down and took Loz’s balls in his hand, making a tight ring round the sac with his thumb and forefinger, then pulled. Loz jabbed a few times, then his cock seemed to grow and heat up as his cum literally ran from his cock. It must have been 2 minutes or more before he finally stopped, and cum was dripping from my balls long before he slid out. I span round, rubbed my face over his slackening cock, and licked him into my mouth. I could feel liquid seeping from my hole when Rat started licking and sucking at my arse and balls. I fell forward when Loz went back to his chair, and rolled onto my back. Boots had just changed the music – Plink Floyd, now – and sat smiling at me. I looked over to Rat, stroking himself. “You haven’t cum?” “Takes a while.” He raised his eyebrows at me. I pulled my feet up and lifted my knees. He grinned a snigger and got on his knees, lifting my legs. He bent close and kissed me as his slid easily into me. After Boots’ length and Loz’s girth it almost felt easy. He took long steady strokes. Pulled his knees up so he could sit up while rocking into me., then pulled me to sit up and turned me round. Leaning on the sofa, he rocked slowly and gyrated inside me as we chatted. It was surreal but wonderful. They were talking about how they’d enjoyed me. Sometimes, Rat gave me a jab. He shared spliff smoke with me. I massaged his cock with my arse, fondled his balls and shaft. He felt round his shaft too, and fondled my balls and cock, scooping up the cum leaking from me and wiping it over my cock and, a couple of times, my face. Eventually, Boots slapped him on the shoulder, “You ever gonna cum, Rat?” “Do I have to?” “No, but I want to take this rabbit to bed and fuck him again.” Reflexively, I grinned and clamped hard on Rat’s cock. I grabbed his arse and pulled us forward so my head went into Boots’ crotch. “Oh, fuck.” Rat started full strokes, still easy but now with purpose. I gripped his shaft and stroked his tightening balls until he suddenly pulled out and started wanking hard, his head bashing at me. “Yeahhhhhh!…” His first shot went up my back but he plunged in before he shot again, and out and in, and out and in. Over my back, cheeks, balls, arse, and just inside. He went to lick me clean, but Boots pushed him away, “C’mon, Rabbit.” He hooked his hand in my armpit and I jumped up to follow him. I have no idea why I followed him, but I knew I had to.

I left home once I’d done my A-Levels, six weeks after my 18th birthday in 1978. I couldn’t wait to get out of the village I grew up in where everyone knew you and what you got up to. I knew I was gay, but in late 70s England that wasn’t something you advertised in a rural community. I’d got a job at the holiday camp just outside the nearest city. It was on the south coast and I was going to the university there in October. I arrived with just the left overs from my school uniform to wear – black polyester trousers, a little too tight, light blue shirts and black jumpers, coupled with a home-cut ‘pudding-bowl’ hair, and a somewhat gangly frame. I started sucking cock the day I arrived. My chalet mate knew I was gay as soon as he set eyes on me, and within three weeks I was on my knees for a lot of the staff, and even some camp guests. But now that was over. University was starting and I resolved to put the summer behind me and get on with my life. Adrian was gone – I hoped I never saw him again. My parents dropped me at the Halls of Residence Sunday afternoon and I was so relieved when they left. I had a solo room since they were topping up my grant (my dad owns an engineering factory.) Then it was a week of paperwork and signing up for courses and getting IDs. The second week, Wednesday, I went to the GaySoc. There was a postgrad who gave us a lecture about the law and being discreet and safe, and ‘gay-bashers’ and the pressures on campus YAWN YAWN Some of us went to the Student Union after for drinks, and for some reason I told them about my summer of cocksucking. I blame the beer. The guy next to me, Keith, leaned over and asked, “Did anyone suck your cock?” I looked at him a bit shocked, “Er, no.” “We’d better fix that, then.” he smiled. About half an hour later, we closed the door on his shared room in halls. He was the floor under mine, and said his room mate wouldn’t be back before the bar closed. He waved at a chair and I sat as he knelt in front of me and rubbed my thighs. Soon he had opened my fly and pulled my cock and balls out. I lay back and enjoyed him licking and sucking me until I started panting and sat up. He looked me straight in the eyes and choked me down before pulling up and sucking hard. I pumped and pumped until my spunk was dripping out of his nose and he was forced to swallow. Then he pulled off and came up to kiss me, sharing my load with me. I saw, then felt, he’d been wanking and lifted him higher to get his cock in my mouth and descended on him. He was similar to me – about 6” uncut, and fairly slim. I took him straight into my throat and when he started cumming I pulled away a little to take his cum in my mouth, then away so he sprayed my face. We eventually fell on the bed kissing and sharing his cum. Next day, I was in the library sorting out my ID when a guy came up close behind me. I turned, it was Adrian. A cannon ball sank in my belly. “Well, hello fuck boy,” he whispered in my ear, then stood away when the librarian looked up and handed me my ID. I made a hasty exit and leant against the wall outside catching my breath. A few minutes later, he came past and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me to the stairs. He hauled me into the basement toilets and pushed me to the floor then pushed down his tracksuit bottoms and flopped out his cock. “Suck.” I made to leave, but he slapped me down. “Do your thing, cocksucker.” I leant forward and took him in my mouth. I wanted this to be over quickly so worked hard on his shaft, and in only five minutes he pulsed in my throat and I held him close so I didn’t have to taste his cum. Soon, he pulled away, put himself away and left. I sat there for several minutes before heading back to the halls. I don’t know how long I’d been sitting in the common room staring into space before Keith sat across from me. There must have been a ‘look’ on my face, since when I looked up he said “Fuck, Adam, what’s up?” All I could do was shake my head. “Come on, do you want to talk about it?” I knew if I tried to speak I’d burst into tears, so I just sort of coughed and nodded. “Look, my room mate is in, but we can go to yours if you like.” I croaked out an “OK.” and we went up to my room. “A single, eh?” He said, looking around. “Yeah, my dad tops up my grant.” I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. Keith sat next to me with his arm round my shoulders and I finally started to cry. Through sniffles, I told him about Adrian forcing himself on me, and then confronting me in the toilets. “He raped you, man. You’ve gotta report him.” “How can I? They’d just blame me too. You know what it’s like.” He hugged me tight. “It hurt so much, and when I thought I’d done with it there he is – HERE – I can’t escape from him. What am I gonna do?” He let go and wiped the tears off my cheeks. “Look, I know some guys who might be able to help. At least warn him off…” I looked at him for a while, and when I didn’t say anything he said, “Well, just come with me to the club I go to sometimes. At least we can have a night out, and you definitely won’t see him there. So it was that Friday night we walked down to the Old Town and had a drink in an almost deserted tourist pub before Keith led me down a back alley to a door at the bottom of some stone steps. He rang a buzzer and the door was opened by a large, rough looking guy you really wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. “OK, boys?” he asked. “Hi,” said Keith, “I’ve been before.” He showed some kind of membership card. “This is my guest, Adam.” The doorman stood aside and let us in. I had to sign and get a card, then he opened an inner door and we went in to the bar. It was quite dark, and there were about a dozen guys there. Keith got us drinks and led me to a booth in the corner. There were three guys sat there – a skinhead, a punk and a guy in a tracksuit. The punk looked up as we approached and Keith said “Hi, Loz, this is my friend Adam.” Loz shuffled along the bench and Keith ushered me to sit down, sliding in after me. “Adam, this is Loz, Boots,” he nodded at the skinhead, “and Rat.” A nod at tracksuit guy. “This is Adam. He’s had a run in with a guy he used to work with.” I was gobsmacked – he just came straight out with it. I stumbled through the story – telling them about all the cocksucking and Adrian. “I suppose it was my fault, really. I led him on all summer.” Rat slapped the table so hard our glasses jumped. “NO! He roughed you up and forced you.” “Yeah,” I sighed and nodded. “Does it always hurt like that, though.” Boots sniggered and Loz kicked him under the table. “Sorry.” Rat leant forward, “Doesn’t have to. You didn’t get any warm up or preparation, and you don’t know how to relax for it. This one,” he elbowed Boots, “quite likes it like that sometimes, but it’s different when you want it like that. Me? I like to take it slow and easy.” “Most of the time.” Loz smirked. “Look, you’re new to all this. It takes practice and a good teacher to show you the ropes.” Rat raised his arm like he was in school, “I volunteer!” And we all laughed. I was feeling relaxed in a way I wouldn’t have expected. Not with these guys I’d usually avoid in the street. Loz, a 6’ plus punk with a 6” black mohican on his head, and black jeans and shirt covered in zips, chains and studs. Boots, about my 5”11’, skinhead in polo shirt, bleachers and braces with what my mum would call ‘Bovver Boots’. He has sharp defined features and piercing ice-blue eyes. Looking at him, I felt a bit dizzy for a second and had an urge to slide under the table and suck him off right there. Rat was older, 30s probably, and short but muscular. He seemed a bit out of place in track suit and trainers. The conversation turned to other things, and we were on our third pints when Keith decided to leave. “See you at GaySoc?” He leant down and kissed me, waved at the other, and left. I was feeling really comfortable with these guys, and asked what Rat had meant about warm up and preparation. “Well, first there’s douching, to make sure you’re clean. And then you gotta get your arse relaxed. Best way is getting rimmed.” “What?” “Getting your arse licked and sucked. Rat’s a master at eating arse.” Boots was grinning. “I’ll teach you, if you want. No pressure or expectations.” Rat said. “Well, I, er…” I reflexively licked my lips. “You want to suck Boots’ cock.” Loz winked at me. I nodded, a little sheepishly. Boots grinned at me and downed the rest of his pint, “C’mon then.” We all shuffled out of the booth, Loz went to talk to the bar staff, Boots and Rat led me to a private door and up to the top floor of the building. As we got to each floor, Rat said, “The shops are off this landing… Me and Boots’ bedrooms… That’s Loz’s room, and here’s the den.” We went into a large room with a door at the far end. Pointing, rat said, “Kitchen and bathroom.” There was old furniture spread around – sideboards and shelves along the walls and a threadbare rug in the centre with a sofa on each side and a padded turned wood armchair at each end. Boots had sat in the chair furthest from the entrance and started unlacing his boots while Rat disappeared to kitchen. I sat on one of the sofas close to Boots, and Rat returned with more bottles of beer. He kicked off his trainers and stripped to a pair of saggy Y-fronts before sitting opposite me. I looked at him open-mouthed. He was tightly muscled with almost no body hair, and his veins stood out on his arms and legs. “Don’t worry about him,” Loz said as he came in, “he’d go everywhere like that if he could.” He sat in the other chair and started unbuckling his boots. Rat had lit a spliff, and passed it to me. I took it but almost literally coughed my lungs up – I’d not even smoked a cigarette before so had no idea what I was doing. Actually, there was a lot of that tonight. Boots took the joint and sucked hard on it, then leaned over and kissed me, starting to breathe out into my mouth. Rat told me to breathe in, and when I did I didn’t cough. When I breathed out, my head was spinning a little. Boots went back to his laces and Rat came over, tapping me on the shoulder. “Lets get you douched.” He nodded to the door and I followed him through the kitchen to the bathroom.

Jake knew he had this hot little wrestler right were he wanted him. Jake also knew this first fuck was going to hurt the boy's cunt like hell. He grabbed a sock and poured his poppers on it and forced it over the boy's nose and mouth and ordered him to breathe deep. " Boy you better do as I say or I will beat your ass first before I fuck it". The boy believed him and was complying. Jake felt the boy go partially limp under him and Jake readied his next step. He pulled a loaded rig out of the dresser drawer which was right next to a box of Trojans. Jake smirked when he saw those and remembered he had bought them years ago and they were still unopened. Jake rolled the blissed out boy onto his back and tied off his arm. The boy's veins popped up prominently and Jake expertly inserted the needle, registered the flash and plunged the boy into a new level of consciousness. He pulled the strap off and rolled his new boy back onto his belly as his boy's eyes popped open and he started coughing. Jake put pressure on the boy's neck and using his knees, spread his prey's legs apart. The boy immediately started thrashing and talking gibberish. Jake took aim on the virgin cunt, lined his fat pierced cock and thrust forward breeching the boy's tight fuck hole. The boy was instantly blinded by white hot pain. He bucked and thrashed trying to throw Jake off but Jake had the advantage on him. He managed to only get about half way in so he bit down on the boy's neck. The boy seemed surprised by that and Jake thrust forward again. The pain that the boy was feeling wasn't like anything else he ever felt. He was screaming and crying and Jake kept thrusting until he was fully buried into his new boycunt. Jake just rested for a minute to let the boy get used to the stretch and the boy could feel Jake's cock twitch inside him. The boy went a bit limp again, overwhelmed by all the different sensations he was experiencing. He was high on poppers, riding a wave from his slam, and having the deep pain from just having his virginity stolen. Jake knew as tight as this boy's hole was, he would have to start slow or he would blow his first nut way too soon. Jake started to pull out just a bit before pushing back in and hitting the boy's second ring. Jake didn't want to breach it just yet. He pulled out about half way and felt his large gauge Prince Albert drag across the boy's prostate. The boy reacted like he had just touched an electric fence. He gently kept this up for a few minutes, the boy's groans of pain changed slightly to more like gasps. He could definitely feel a change in the boy. He wasn't fighting him anymore and was even pushing back to meet his thrusts. Jake pulled his boy up and he was straddling Jake now. Jake looked into the boy's eyes and his pupils we're as big as saucers. Jake commanded the boy to sit back onto his cock and make him feel good. The boy did but seemed a bit hesitant to go very fast. He had gotten about two inches inside when Jake put both hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled down as he thrust up. He was again stopped by the second ring. Jake smiled a devilish smile and let the boy ride him at his pace for a minute. Jake pulled down hard on the boy and felt himself break his second barrier. The boy went rigid at this new deeper pain. Jake pushed the boy back and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. Jake started to rabbit fuck the boy's tender hole now and he felt the cunt get a bit looser from a combination of his precum, the boy's ass juices and probably blood. Jake could see the boy's cock was semi hard now. Probably couldn't get hard from the Tina he pumped into the boy but the boy's cock was of little concern to Jake. The boy seemed to be adjusting to his first fuck and was moaning and meeting his strokes. Jake asked the boy if he was enjoying his breeding. The boy couldn't really say anything that sounded like words. Spit was dribbling out of the corner of the boy's mouth. His mouth was open so Jake dropped a big spit of his Copenhagen spit into the boy's mouth and ordered him to swallow. The boy did, barely aware. Jake felt his big furry nuts draw up and he knew he was close to blowing his first nut into the kid. Jake slapped the boy's face and asked the boy if he was ready for his first seeding. The boy didn't seem to understand so Jake slapped him again and repeated the question. This time the boy nodded his head in the affirmative. Jake wrapped his arms around the boy, pulled his body close to his, thrust down deep and his whole body shook as he emptied his nearly one week load deep into the boy's guts. The boy felt Jake's load painting his insides and he lost his own nut shooting all over Jake's hairy chest. It took a few minutes for Jake to recover from one of the most powerful orgasms he had in awhile. He plopped out of the sloppy bloody hole he had just deflowered and said " Boy you done made a mess and now you got to clean it up".

Part 3: What Will Wants I checked the text message from Dominic to the apartment building I was parked outside of. It was a match. It was a nice building, proving that Dominic’s business must have been doing well if it allowed him to afford a place here. I rung his apartment number, waiting for a response. “Hello?” came a voice. “Hi,” I said, sounding like a kid trying to sell cookies. “It’s Pasto… I mean, It’s Will Ryder.” “Hey, Will. Right on time. I’ll buzz you up.” As I entered the elevator, I found myself feeling nervous. Was it my dream returning to mind? Was it the thought of beling alone with this man, this stranger? I tried to shake off my nerves. I knocked on Dominic’s door and waited, stepping back as it opened, and a nearly naked Dominic stood in front of me. His chest was bare with only a towel covering his lower half. I could now see all his tattoos and his hairy chest. I flashed back to the dream I had had, seeing him on top of me, feeling him inside of me, and I could instantly feel my cock starting to grow. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “I just got out of the shower when I buzzed you up. I haven’t been able to get dressed yet.” “That’s no problem,” I said, trying to collect myself. “I go to the gym. It’s not like anything I haven’t already seen.” “Glad to hear it,” he said, stepping aside and welcoming me in. “I’m about to start the steaks. There’s beer in the fridge. If you’d like some wine, I have some in the chiller beneath.” “I don’t drink,” I told him. “Really? Not at all?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s always water.” He told me, but I almost missed it as my eyes wandered down to his treasure trail where a tattoo was just hidden by his towel. “Is water okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I told him. “Thanks.” “I’ll go and change and be right back,” he said, disappearing down a hall. I wandered around his apartment, noticing drawings on the walls of what I assumed were tattoo ideas. They were detailed and showed a lot of skill. “Do you like them?” Dominic asked, entering back into the apartment fully clothed. “They’re great,” I told him. “You’re really talented.” “Thanks. Do you have any tattoos?” I shook my head. “I almost did when I was in college, but I chickened out.” “Not a fan of needles?” “I just wasn’t sure about doing something that would be so permanent,” I told him. “Plus, what would I get that I know I’d want for the rest of my life?” “There’s always something,” he said. “You just haven’t found it yet.” I turned to him and found him smiling at me. He tilted his head and looked me over, waiting several seconds before saying, “I’ll get the steaks going. How you like your meat cooked?” “Well done.” I told him. He snickered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just on the opposite end. I like it raw.” “Not too raw,” I told him. “That’s unhealthy.” “A bit,” he said, opening the fridge where he removed a packet of steaks and a bottle of beer. “It’s still better.” I’d never had a better steak in my life. We sat at his table talking, comparing our time at college. “I left after freshman year,” Dominic said. “School just wasn’t for me.” “College isn’t for everyone,” I told him. “Did you always want to be a pastor?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. I did.” “That didn’t sound convincing,” I shrugged. “My dad is a pastor, so I always knew what I was going to do.” “But did you really want to be a pastor?” “I… I don’t know. I think so. I mean, I don’t have anything else I’m good at.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. “Maybe there’s something you’re good at that you haven’t tried yet.” “Like what?” I asked. He took a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. “I’m going to get another one. Are you sure you don’t want one?” “I’ve never had a beer,” I told him. “Well, now’s the time,” he said, taking out two beers. He took them to the counter and opened them. “Do you want a glass or just from the bottle?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Whatever you think, I guess.” He came back with two bottles and handed me one. I smelled it and cringed. “It’s like vinegar.” “You get used to the taste,” he said. I took a sip and cringed. “That’s really strong.” Dominic smiled. “Keep going. You’ll grow to like it.” I took another sip, finding it easier to drink but still bitter. “Are you dating anyone?” Dominic asked, taking another sip of his beer. I shook my head. “Not since college.” “Why not?” I took another drink of the beer, finding the taste growing on me. “It ended so badly that I didn’t want to get hurt again.” “That’s reasonable,” Dominic said. “What happened?” “She cheated on me,” I said. Dominic whistled. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? They’re fucking someone else while they’re fucking you.” “Not exactly,” I said, drinking more beer. “What do you mean?” “We never…” I said, trailing off. “Never?” Dominic said. “Have you… have you ever fucked someone?” I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “How has someone that looks like you not fucked anyone?” “I’m waiting until marriage,” I told him. Dominic started laughing. “Are people still doing that?” “I want my first time to be with someone that I love,” I told him. “It’s special.” “Sex is sex,” he said. “It only carries weight if you want it to. I fucked a guy last night, and it didn’t mean anything.” I stopped drinking the beer, nearing the bottom. “You’re gay?” “I thought you knew that.” I shook my head. “Does it matter?” “No,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable having walked in on him as he stood in a towel. Now we were having dinner together. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked him. “No,” he said. He waited a moment before asking, “would it be awful if I had?” “I’m not gay,” I told him. “Not even bi?” “No,” I told him. “I’m straight.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. I was starting to feel the beer as my head swam. “I saw the way you looked at me when I opened the door.” “You were in a towel,” I reminded him. “You surprised me, that’s all.” “And all the other times you looked me over?” he asked. I sat quietly, looking down at my beer. How did he know? I’d never had a gay thought about anyone before, and the first time I do, he somehow knows about it? “I’m not judging you,” Dominic said. “I’m flattered. A hot guy like you staring at me is an honor.” “You think I’m hot?” Dominic nodded. “If it wasn’t for the whole, waiting until you’re married thing, I’d try to have you right here, right now. But, like you said, you’re not gay.” I sat quietly, thinking about my dream and everything Dominic had said about me. I’d never wondered if I was gay before. It never occurred to me that I could be. Not until I saw Dominic did I start to have these feelings, feelings I wasn’t able to understand fully. Maybe Dominic understood more than I knew. Maybe he could understand what I was feeling and why. My head swam as I tried to figure things out. I finished my beer. “How would I know?” I asked. “How would you know what?” “If I was gay,” I told him. “How would I know?” “It’s not that complicated,” he told me. “Have you ever thought about a guy in a sexual way? That’s a basic clue.” I stared at him for several moments until nodding. “Really?” he said. “Who?” I tried to take another drink of my beer, remembering that it was finished. “You,” I finally said. “Me?” Dominic said, the word hanging between us. “You thought about me?” “I had a dream,” I told him. “When was this?” “A week ago,” I said. “Tonight.” He smiled. “And what were we doing?” he asked, standing up and taking my empty bottle. He went to the fridge and grabbed more. “Do I really have to say it?” I asked him. “You know it was sexual.” “There’s a ton of things we could have been doing,” he said, handing me a bottle. “For my own gratification, I want to narrow it down.” “I shouldn’t be talking about this,” I told him. “This is wrong.” “And yet,” he said, nodding down to my crotch. I looked down and could see my pants starting to tent. I moved to cover myself, but I knew it was too late. Just thinking about telling him was making me hard. I could feel my heart starting to race, my skin feeling flushed. It was getting hot in the apartment. “We were having sex,” I told him. “What kind?” “I don’t know.” “You’ve got to have seen some porn,” he said. “Come on. What position were we in?” I racked my brain for the name. “Missionary.” “Missionary for the pastor,” Dominic said. “That’s fitting. Who was on top?” “What?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said. “Who had a dick in their ass? Me or you?” I drank more of my beer, feeling hotter every second. “I did.” Dominic smiled. “You dreamt of me fucking you,” he said. “The day we met. You dreamt of me fucking your hole.” “Can you please stop saying that?” “How did it feel?” he asked. “It didn’t actually happen,” I reminded him. “But how do you remember thinking it felt? Did you think it felt good? Did you like it?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I woke up before anything really happened.” His smile faded a bit. “What happened? Why did you wake up?” “I had a wet dream,” I said. “Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Sounds like, even on our first day of meeting, you knew you wanted me. That’s hot. You’re a man who knows what he wants.” “I don’t, though,” I stressed. “I don’t know what I want.” “Your dick says otherwise.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “But it could,” he said. He came around the table and stood in front of me. With his crotch nearly eye level, I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Without realizing, I licked my lips. “I know how to know for sure whether or not you’re gay.” “And how’s that?” I asked. I must have been fuming as my body continued to feel as if I was overheating. “Kiss me,” he said. “What?” “Kiss me,” he repeated. “Kiss me, and if you don’t feel something, you can go home right now and forget all about me. I won’t see you again. I promise. But, if you do feel something, you have to see where it takes you. Deal?” My anger was rising, leading to a hasty decision. Whatever reasoning I normally had was gone. I stood up and faced him, Dominic puffing out his chest slightly. He wrapped a hand around me, pressing his palm to the small of my back. He pushed me toward him, his other hand reaching up to my face, feeling my stubble. Our eyes met, and all my anger subsided. He brought my face toward his, his mouth opening to receive mine. My eyes closed slightly, but my other senses were heightened as I felt his tongue enter my mouth, tasting me and me him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, our growing bulges rubbing. As we kissed, my dream was awoken, playing again in my mind. Now I could feel him against me for real. I could smell his skin. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “So?” he said. “What did you think?” Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. I wanted to explore every part of him. I needed him closer to me. I needed him to bridge whatever gap existed between us. I needed him… inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “What did you say?” Dominic asked. “I said, fuck me,” I told him. “But we aren’t married,” he joked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I stopped and thought about it, really considering what it was that I was asking him. A week ago, I would have thought I was crazy saying that I wanted this man, a near stranger, to fuck me. Now, it’s all I wanted. “Yes,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me.” Dominic smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But, if we do this, you have to listen to everything I say. Do you understand. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it. No matter what it is. That’s the deal. If you want me to fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?” “I…” I started, finding a moment of uncertainty. “If you want this, there’s no going back,” he said. “You have to be sure.” I shook my head, a rush filling my mind. “Will,” Dominic said. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I told him, wanting my clothes off that instant. “Then follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the table and down the hall. We passed a door on the right which was closed and then stopped at the room at the end where I could see his unmade bed. He led me inside and turned to me. “Last chance to leave,” he said. I shook my head and started to unbutton my shirt. Dominic smiled and then did the same, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hairy chest and sexy tattoos. With my shirt off, Dominic reached out and pulled me close to him, running his hands through my chest hair and pinching my nipples. I gasped, never feeling something this erotic in my entire life. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ve just never…” “I keep forgetting you’re a virgin,” he said, smiling. He kissed my neck and then moved down to my chest, stopping at my nipple which he bit. “What are you—” “I said you need to do what I want you to do,” Dominic said. “This is a part of that. We’re going to do things tonight that will push you, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be converted. Is that what you want?” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating. His chest hair curled over my fingers, as if his body was pulling me into him. “I want you,” I said. “I want it. I want everything.” He took my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “You’ll get it,” he said. I smiled.

On Sunday I decided to take off and I went over to Tokyo Valentino here in Atlanta Georgia. I arrived early the parking lot was empty so I didn't expect much however I discovered that that is not the case. Arriving early is a must to get those that are still looking to come but don't have much to choose from. I cruised for a little while before someone decided to feed me there load. After that it was on, 2 loads down my throat later i had a man who fucked me. It was a good ride, difficult as he was quite tall so on my tiptoes to make sure I got it all. Best part of it was 2 hours later I got home and discovered I got a surprise breeding when I needed to push out what i thought was just lube out.

Saturday, an FB I hadn't seen in a while came over and dumped a huge load in my hole and then right before he left, he shot a load on my hole. Yesterday, Sunday, I was determined to get some stuff done around the house, but I had another visitor. A 30 year old local thug and gangbanger with a 9 inch dick came by and was backed up. He put me on my knees and was going to blast a load down my throat, but after a vigorous skull fucking, he lifted me up and bent me over, blowing a monster load in my cunt. After a quick break, he did end up nutting down my throat. Soon after, he bounced and I went back to my chores.

Any other boys ever get a hickey from an aggressive rim job? Halfway through last night at the bathhouse, I checked to see how my gape was coming along and was startled to see a bruised dark spot on my pussy lips. I had been stretched by eight or ten pretty big cocks at that point, but I suspect it was the cause of one guy having forcefully rimmed and sucked on my hole. At one point it hurt a bit and I pushed him off. Seeing the bruise made me a little nervous and I cut my evening shorter that I would have liked. Anyone have a similar thing happen and any thoughts to share? I’m mostly interested in how long it will take to heal, if it’s like a regular hickey, etc. Or is my theory wrong?

(From a couple of months ago) It started with a top from Grindr. He claimed Neg on Prep. He had approached me first, and what interested me was he was big but manageable between 7.5 and 8” and thick enough that the head was a mouthful. But the icing on the cake was he was kinky, raunchy, and that was what I was looking for. On top of that, he was hosting. It was about 9 pm Sunday, Not the best neighborhood in Little Rock. Dark no street lights, the house, however, was clean and well kept. He answered the door wearing a jock, and he had a nice body, and I could see his bulge. We did the obligatory small talk, then he pulled me to him and kissed me. We spent the next 45 min or so making out. (That included some WS, me eating ass, etc.). He then had me face down on the bed, I heard a couple of voices, and he said, “I hope you don’t mind, I invited some friends”. They were getting naked, and both had the textbook BBC. The first one put his cock in my mouth as my host slid his into me. There as a beautiful pop as he entered me, filling me. The cock in my mouth got too big for me to take more than the head. Kelvin, the first guy, was stroking in and out, driving me wild when he pulled out. The second buy pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me and put the head of what I’m pretty sure was 10” and put the head just in my hole. Kelvin put the cock that just came out of my ass in my mouth. The second buy whispered in my ear. “I’m toxic POZ”. “You want it?” as he teased my hole. I was thinking crazy. I had been out of prep for two days, and wondering if I was still safe. I have no idea why, but I pushed back, so his head was in me. That was all it took. He pushed until he was balls deep. The third guy put his cock to my mouth, and I alternated between their cocks . I kind of went into the zone. Have no idea how much time went by, but I heard a grunt and felt him go balls deep and twitch. That toxic load was now in my ass. He pulled out and switched to my mouth. “Clean it, you slut!” and pushed it into my mouth. The third guy now was at my ass and thrust it in balls deep. They kept whispering to me that he was POZ also. I felt him cum in me. They all got me twice, and there was some Raunch involved. I’m still not sure how I feel. It was probably the best sex I’ve had in ages. There are moments when I’m excited and moments when I’m scared. I just got notice that my Truvada has shipped, but won’t be here till Thursday. I am thinking about going back for more. Three big dicks who are into raunch and want to fuck a fat assed older WM are few and far between. p.s. Still testing negative

The battle lines are now being drawn, over an age-old struggle. The forces of repression are running rampant through the US now, and we must be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. A certain so-called Justice of the SCOTUS is attacking women's reproductive rights via a very strict "originalist" interpretation of the Constitution of the United States, justifying his repressive views with the argument that since women's reproductive rights are not specifically mentioned in the Constitution, these long-held rights laid out in Roe vs Wade, and guaranteed for 50 years now, are, in fact, unconstitutional, and thus to be thrown out. This miserable wretch is attacking the basis upon which RvW rests, namely privacy rights, upon which rests our right to gay marriage also rests, as well as a number of other rights. While this outrage is scurrilous enough on it's face, it is merely a harbinger of more attacks on our freedoms to come. No one believes for one instant that - if successful - the hatemongers will stop with repealing women's rights. Already the reputable major media are remarking about how the forces of repression will be coming for gay marriage (which, of course, is not specifically mentioned in the Constitution or it's amendments), and men who do what we do are sure to follow. I'm not a lawyer, nor do I play one on tv. So if I have made an error in the descriptive text above, my apologies. What I am, however, is politically active, I've seen a lot, and this is the time to take a stand. Get registered. Vote. Vote these hatemongers out of office. Every election - from the most local to the highest offices in the land - are absolutely crucial now. Take action. Be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. Write to your representatives in Washington. Join organizations that support progressive causes. And, do not fail to VOTE.

First, glad to see you're back, my friend. Hopefully you were on vaca somewhere nice and summery !!! A gay nude beach with plenty of seaside bushes somewhere comes to mind ... Now. I thought it would take longer than just under 2 months (since the original post), but it hasn't. These hatemongers are on the march, there are millions of them, and the SCOTUS has just proven how determined these so-called "conservatives" are to preserve, protect, and defend the depravities they are so consumed by. Mr. Thomas, with his swollen false pride completely overtaking his twisted foul mind, has directly referenced US now. Do these "conservatives" think people will stop fucking? Who will raise all the babies forced into this maelstrom of the DisUnited States? Who will feed them? Who will care for them, when the rich, pale and powerful care only for their own miseries? These so-called conservatives are interested in conserving one thing, and one thing only: their institutionalized hatreds of 'the other', and history is littered with their despicable acts. These conservatives are all about increasing the Caucasian population, and diminishing every other group's presence in the United States. They think that this will eventually keep them (and their U.T.'s)* in power, and thus preserve and deepen their hatreds of anyone who doesn't measure down to their cultural depths. They will stop at nothing to accomplish this, and today was their first salvo in the coming struggles. They claim to value human life (which begins, they say, at the moment the breeding takes place), but the value only their positions of privilege. They couldn't care less how many "lesser" folks get mown down by weapons of war. They pervert the second amendment into an enabling artifice to kill those of us that don't live in their ivory towers. These people have also perverted the Universal Message of the one they claim to follow. Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, house the homeless, heal the sick. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Period. The rest is cultural garbage and inserted into ancient texts to support the advent of "New Covenant", subsequently rearranged to support the political agenda of the day. Do the research for yourself. Picking one shred of a quote out of the history of the ancient Hebrew people is all they need to grasp at**, and feel justified in our destruction. These are not people of intellect, these are people dedicated to perpetuating cultural hatreds. This is the historical curse of mankind since we crawled out of the caves. The odds are against us, but it is not impossible that we can defeat these dark forces. Take a stand, take action, join progressive groups, resist the tide of hatred. If not for others, then for yourself. We are under serious threat, and if we pull the ostrich routine, our heads will be under the sands of time when the last chance to save our Nation has already passed. Get involved. Take action. Keep fighting. Never give up. Now is the time to join hands with decent people, and do what we can to beat back these hatemongering cretins. NOW. *I can't bring myself to actually type it, but some of you will figure it out. ** the same, tired old phrase sourced in Leviticus

It's a good question. Back before ARVs there were no meds-resistant strains because there were no meds. The folk wisdom at the time (not sure if it was based in any science) was that it was good to challenge your immune system with new strains because your immune system gets in an equilibrium with your strain but when presented with a new strain your immune system kicks into high gear, produces more antibodies, which fends off the new strain and helps control your existing strain. My understanding is that you only have one dominant strain of HIV at a time (unless you're a rare case who has both HIV-1 and HIV-2). The existing strain usually wins when challenged by a new strain, but not always. So even back then guys were risking a more aggressive strain winning over an established mild strain. But the reverse could happen as well - a strain with fewer effects, but more "fitness" could win out over a harsher but more fragile strain. But since ARVs came out none of that exactly applies these days. These days the risk for undetectable guys is that they take a load that's meds resistant to the meds they're taking and then their meds stop being effective and then they've got a meds-resistant strain. What I don't now is whether, if that happens multiple times, will it will narrow the number of meds that will work for him? There are a limited number of types of meds and there are some strains that are resistant to a lot of meds - which are clearly bad news if one of those becomes your dominant strain. The more you chase strains the more likely you are to get one of those bad boys. I've known friends-of-friends who've died that way, but I don't know if they had other issues - like drug use, or if they were taking their meds properly, or how damaged their body was when they first started meds (they were typically pretty long-term survivors). So a question for someone who knows more than me… If a toxic guy who had a strain that was meds-resistant for A & B sought out more strains and had another strain that was resistant to C & D take over as his dominant strain, would he still be meds-resistant to A & B from the earlier strain?

Nice!

I can't say I quite understand your goal here. Why impose chastity on yourself, when your body clearly needs to have sex? "...... and get many random boners in a day to the point that it is hard to prevent myself from finding a willing hole or jerking off multiple times a day." The way I see it, your body is telling you that more sex is needed, not less. The way I read your post, all you "need" to accomplish the goal of "internal orgasms" is to exercise your prostate to the point you can mentally "exercise" it, and achieve your (and your Dad's) goal. Of course, your Dad knows that intensely sexual men need to empty their balls regularly and often, so as to maintain optimal performance. "Blue-balls" isn't healthy, and it's definitely not much fun.

Thanks! Fucking hot as hell! So want to be that bottom in that video!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kbAl3YuZNsL0 I love how he begs for the load and how the top delivers!

Fuck man, I want some of that hungry ass!

That's fine, and I'm glad your sex life suits you just fine, mine does too. But here we are on a thread about a global shortage of tops. If you're a total bottom and you can't find tops around, then you don't have a good sex life. If on the other hand you are overrun with tops wanting to fuck you, then clearly this thread does not apply to you, and I'm sure a lot of guys will want your secret. Personally, I think the premise of the thread is a bit exaggerated, but there does seem to be an imbalance there, which works to my advantage as a vers top so I don't let it stress me 🙂

You could have stopped with this and saved all the rest of the “it’s your body, your right, your choice” equivocation. To the men reading your post looking for a rationale not to take ART, I would say this: I don’t just have HIV. I have AIDS. I have it because another man fucked it into me. I choose to believe he was unaware of his infection at the time, because the idea that a man could have been so callous, so selfish, so careless, and so ethically bereft that he consciously risked my life for a fuck would forever blacken my outlook on humanity. It is only by a quirk of medical chance that his action did not cause my death. If a man gets HIV, playtime’s fucking over. You don’t get to act like nothing has changed, because everything has changed. Some of the changes aren’t obvious, but become evident in subtle ways as you try to live what ought to be a normal life. Other changes are so obvious you can’t even pretend to overlook them, and how you live with sex is one of them. But it’s not just how you live with sex, it’s how you live with yourself. And the knowledge that your body is now a hazmat zone and you have the potential to kill someone or cause them lasting suffering for which there is no cure. If you have any sense of personal responsibility, any scruples, any ethics, any compassion for other people, any regard for anyone but yourself, this is a no-brainer - you don’t take the risk. You don’t have the right to take the risk. It’s not your body you’re risking at that point, it’s theirs. Even if they’re asking for it, you still don’t have the right to do that to them. If you’re going to fuck other people, and the men reading this are a community of high-risk fuckers, then yes, you get on the meds right away, because everything isn’t always about you. But let’s talk for a minute about you. RawTOP cites sources saying that you can hold off on getting on ART until your CD4 count hits 350. What his information doesn’t share is that a normal healthy human immune system’s CD4 count is between 500 and 1000. By the time you hit 350, your immune system is already compromised. It has already suffered damage that may or may not be reversible. You will already be at higher risk for infection, suffer greater effects from chronic inflammation, and shave some time off your life expectancy. What’s more, 350 is only 150 points above 200 - the level considered diagnostic for AIDS. It’s not uncommon for my count to fluctuate in the 100-150 range between checks. So you can fuck around with your health and knowingly let your body be damaged just so you can thumb your nose at the pharmaceutical companies, or you can start taking the medicine proven to preserve your normal immune function into the future. I know what I would have done if I had had the option. I didn’t get the option. The tests failed me. They kept giving me false negatives until I was nearly dead with it. If you’re fortunate enough to catch your infection early, there’s no good excuse to waste time getting on meds, because the Enemy Virus is sure as hell not going to waste one second trying to kill you. Well, some people say, relative benefits, yadda yadda. - no. If your house is burning down, nobody argues about the relative benefits of letting it burn for a while - you call the fucking fire department. The virus sets to work killing you the instant it enters your body, and it doesn’t stop unless and until you force it to. Your body is your house, and it’s burning. So the question is, what’s the real reason you don’t want to take the medication? For many on here, if what we read is any guide, the decision has to do with indulging in an unhealthy fetish; or with misguided distrust of science or authority or both; with a lack of information; with pigheaded laziness; or with a sociopathic desire to inflict suffering on others (expressions of which one likes to hope are not acted upon). Not a lot of good reasons in there. Bottom line: If you don’t love yourself enough to do it for you, do it for the person whose life you won’t destroy when you don’t pass on your disease. Take the responsibility. Be a man about it. I’m a 7 1/2 year AIDS survivor. In seven and a half years, I have missed exactly one dose of ART. One. I’m still alive. If I can do it, so can you.

My tight virgin hole

Had a bit of a session at the local sauna the other night …i got myself in to a steam room with hairy ginger bloke …he was naked and his semi hard cock looked well tasty I was sucking him hard and getting my tongue under his foreskin …tasted great. another bloke joined us and I didn’t really take much notice Felt a hand on my bum and new bloke said “nice arse mate” then he’s got his face in my arse and is eating my hole …that was fucking hot and I look round to see a beefy bloke in his 20s/30s grin at me before he goes in for more Ginger says “mate don’t want cum yet” gets up to go After he’s gone the beefy lad said “get on your back on the bench mate” I do and he’s eating my hole ..balls and cock with my knees pushed up to my ears …he lets up to snog me for a bit and get 2 fingers inside me and is flicking his fingers on the right spot. he’s got a nice 6-7 inch cock nice curve to…. “Want me to use a Johnny ?” …”nah just fuck me” I said …”cool” and lines himself up ….he gets slowly balls deep …”oh mate that’s nice” …he fucks me on the bench for a good five min snogging me rubbing his hairy body against me…”oh going to cum in ya”…and he slams his cock hard in…and empties an good load in me” …”fuck mate I was going to wait till later”…he pulls out and leaves me with his jizz running down my arse. I get it together and leave the steam room and wander in to the showers to cool off a bit old bearded bear drying off …he’s bout my hight and twice as broad ..chest and his big round belly covered in white hair …and a serious cock on him soft at the mo with big balls…couple of tats on his chest and arms. Smile at him and he grins back at me..;grabbing his cock …I get on my knees and suck his flaccid dick till is getting hard …”want fucking son?” …I stand and we snog for a bit then he takes me in to one of the rooms and gets me on me back …his cock is a good 9” and thick ..big cock ring …snogging he fingers me “you been loaded already son?” I just nod “dirty fuck” …im grinding against his thigh and practically begging for it…lots me snogging and I'm biting his nip and he’s got a bar through it and a biohazard tat over it that I can make out through the hair …he gets me over his thighs …gently pushing my legs up and his wet cock is rubbing on my hole ….”want daddies dirty cock in you don’t you “ …I just pushed my bum down on his cock…took a deep breath as he went slowly balls deep and fucked me slowly for a good while stopping to snog me (loved the beard) then he went in hard fucking me faster….calling me a dirty boy 🙂 I started to cum and he’s saying “good lad take daddies load” and flooded my hole…grinding me till he started to soften …”clean daddies cock” so I did

Part 10 Of course I wanted it. I had been too afraid to admit it openly to myself and to others. I was just fixated on my phone screen looking at his message, offering what I had been looking for this whole time but too scared to ask for. I thought about all those nights reading stories on BZ wishing it was me, scrolling through BBRT looking at profiles searching for poz guys yet never getting into the conversations I wanted. All the mildly frustrating hook ups and sex in general which had somehow become quite vanilla for me, no matter the level of kink, because it was missing something. -“Hey!” I typed after maybe thirty minutes, not sure about wha I’d say next. -“How are you?” he replied almost instantly. -“I’m good thanks! How about you?” -“Pretty good! Been insanely horny lately. I bred 3 bottoms last weekend!” -“That’s hot! I haven’t had a lot of action lately, just crazy busy at work and my sex drive isn’t at its peak.” -“Well, it seems like this needs to be taken care of, doesn’t it? It’s a waste not to use such a hot bottom like you.” I took a few moments to think about what to answer. -“I haven’t given up on you, boy. After all those years of texting, I think I deserve to use you.” he added before I could reply. -“When you get your ass over here, it’s gonna be mine, boy!”. I felt my cock getting hard, which had not been such a common occurrence lately. I had been chatting with this guy for so long, fantasizing about him and getting fucked and bred by his dick. He was the one who had introduced the idea of chasing to me. I was trying to type some answer, but kept erasing and starting over. He probably saw the “Typing…” alert go on and off and just added -“I’m gonna help you there, I know what you want, and I know you’re too scared to ask for it. You want my poz dick right boy?”. There it was! -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Finally, we got there! Where are you going to stay?” he asked. -“I’ll be at the X hotel, in Y.” -“Just a few miles away from me, we could meet a few times during your stay.” -“I’m staying 10 days but I’m gonna be with my colleagues though. I’ll have my own room but I’d like to stay discret.” -“Not a problem, we’ll manage. We can also book a hotel on Saturday, I want you for an entire night too.” -“That’d be hot Sir! Can you cum multiple times?” -“With some breaks, maybe 3 or 4 times in one night.” -“Great!” -“Just so you know, I’m on meds, but I want to drop them before we meet, what do you say about that?”. My hole twitched a bit. -“I say I want your poz loads, Sir!” -“Do you want me as toxic as possible?”. Yes, I wanted him to drop his meds, to be fully toxic, but I was scared as hell. -“I’ll charge you up, boy! I’ll breed you all night!” he added. -“You’ll probably end up poz too after that. You on PrEp?”. The dreaded question. -“No, I’m not. I dropped it a few years ago!” I lied. Yes, I had dropped PrEp for a few years but I had been back to it for a few months now. I was craving his poz cum, but was still thinking of my Paris adventure. I figured I could have all the twisted fun I wanted with this poz guy and still get away with it unscathed. After all, he would have to know. -“Just got us a room in Z for Saturday. It’s about midway between your hotel and my place. If we’re lucky, I’ll be able to find more tops for you! I’ll like whoring out my boys!”. We chatted a bit more until I fell asleep, not before shooting my load on my stomach, thinking of becoming a whore again to anonymous guys. Being a poz guy’s whore, those words stuck in my head as I was drifting off. A month later, I landed in Y. I arrived at my hotel, checked in at the conference starting the next day and met with a few people I knew from other international events I had attended. I had five days full of meetings and workshops ahead of me. I’m an introvert by nature and hate those events, which force me to do small talk to people I don’t even really like in the first place. But I was constantly thinking about Saturday, as the reward for going through a gruelling week. It was only Sunday, and I was still six days away from it. Or so I thought, until I got a WhatsApp notification. -“Hey boy, tomorrow night.”

Lol they're embarrassingly cringe worthy at the best of times so no they don't do much for me

Gotcha. And again, I was not accusing. Was just curious. I’ve done way worst.

This happened last year, while I was in Paris on a work trip. I’m 32, 5’8, 160lbs, dark short hair. 20 years of gymnastics are still showing. I still work out 4 times a week, and I have a tight little ass which gets used quite a lot, especially since I started barebacking in 2014. A fuckbuddy of mine just broke a condom while fucking me, and decided to just keep going. I never went back. Been hitting the bathhouses a lot every time I could. I took PrEp for a few years but been off it for almost 2 years. I was just missing the thrill of taking risks. The more anon dicks the better. Like every work trip I take, it’s just a lot of running around, meeting after meeting, but I always make sure to have a full weekend to explore the scene. During the week, I research bathhouses and sexclubs and decide on going to a couple places. Arrived Friday, and I’m headed to a sexclub called the Bunker. According to what I could read online, the place is very sleazy, with a leather/sport/fetish twist. I’m dressed quite casually, cap on, fitted black sweatpants, comfy sneakers and white jocks. I know anyway that my clothes aren’t gonna stay on for too long. I take the metro to a district a bit off centre, in a residential area. The entrance is a discreet door on the ground floor of an apartment building. I ring the bell and get buzzed in. My nose instantly gets filled with that smell I love so much, this mix of poppers, sweat, cum and cleaning product. I pay the cover and just walk to the lockers, leaving just my jacket and wallet not to lose anything. I just put a bottle of poppers in my pocket. I look around and a few guys are changing. A few older guys are checking me out and my hole is already twitching. I’m not picky when it comes to dicks and loads and guys usually know by looking at me that they’ll get to breed me if they want to, no matter what. I go down some dark stairs to the basement where the action is. I take my t-shirt off and tuck it in my waistband. This guy is following me down the stairs but my eyes are still not accustomed to the darkness so I can’t really make it out what he looks like. I just can figure that he’s taller than me and wearing a leather harness and a black cap. I just roam around the halls, exploring a bit to find the spot that will get my ass the attention it needs. I pass by a few couples making out or fucking here and there, some guys make eye contact with me or just grab my ass while I walk around. Fuck I’m horny, and I just want to find a spot to get on all four and take as many loads as I can. I get into a crowded space with tables where a few bottoms are being fucked by guys waiting in line. I know this is the place I need to be. Already I feel hands down my pants playing with my hole. It’s hot and it’s sweaty. Someone’s pulling my pants down and rubbing his cock on my ass. A guy is kissing me at the same time so I can’t even see who’s behind me. I feel someone spitting on my hole and spreading it with his cock before shoving it brutally. It makes scream but the guy in front of me just shuts me up by shoving his dick into my mouth. The guy fucking is breaking my ass and I’m afraid it will just rip and that I won’t be able to get fucked all night as I want. He directs me to one of the tables with his dick still in my hole to bend me over it. Other guys are starting to give me attention and line up. I take a deep whiff of poppers and just start screaming to fuck me harder. The first guy gives me my first load of the night and another one takes his place, using that load as lube. I have a dick in my mouth but it’s to dark for me to see properly. On my right, touching my ass being fucked, I think I can see harness guy. He’s wearing black shorts containing a pretty big bulge he’s rubbing hard while watching me. From where I am, bent over, his face is in the shadow, covered by his black cap. His body looks really lean, quite muscular but thin and veiny, especially in the stomach area which is at my eyes’ level. He leans forward to kiss me and I feel a rough beard on my face before he leaves. The other guys keep taking turn in my hole, I just take whiff after whiff of poppers and I just lose count of the number of dicks and loads I take. Probably more dicks than loads but cum is still dripping down my legs and I start feeling a bit numb. I get up to walk a bit but a big guy grabs me and just throws me onto a sofa to fuck me on my back before shooting his load quickly, putting his dick back into his sweatpants and disappearing. I’m trying to recover my senses, still lying alone on my back on the sofa in this dark corner when harness guy shows up. I can now see his shape clearly against the light behind him. He’s indeed quite tall, wearing white sweat socks and black sneaks. He comes closer and I can see his body is covered in light fur. I can smell his sweaty body. While muscular, he’s indeed very veiny which makes him look older than he probably is. It’s still too dark in this corner to completely see him. He leans forward, kisses me. “Been watching you all night. Love sloppy second, and you look very sloppy now. Want that dick in you boy?” He said while shaking his dick on my stomach. His dick is not huge, about 7 inches, but hard as fuck. Before I can answer, his raw dick is deep inside my hole. I reach to my bottle of poppers but he grabs my hand to stop me “Not now boy, I want you to feel my cock ripping you”. His dick feels much larger than it looked and the pain is excruciating. I think I’m almost passed out and I lose track of time. How long did he fuck me? 5 minutes? 45? I don’t know. He just thrusts in and out of me like a mad guy. “Fuck boy, that’s a nice little tight ass you. I’m gonna rip you apart”. All the sudden, he just stops and gets up. “I’ll see you later boy. I promise, that load is for you”. I’m trying to catch my breath and get up. I’m sweaty as fuck, mixed with cum still coming out of my sloppy hole. I’m just walking around until I get grabbed again and directed to a booth by an older guy. He puts me up on a sling and just slides his dick into me. At this point, I just feel so numb, I don’t even really feel it. It’s late and most guys who were saving their loads are just discharging in any hole they can find. The older guy starts grunting before shooting his load deep into me. He seems angry and spits on me before leaving the room. A few guys follow, not lasting long before loading my ass. I’m getting down from the sling but someone pushes me hard back into it. It’s harness guy. His face looks evil now. I’m on my back again and harness guy just shoves his dick back into me in one hard thrust. This time, he’s the one holding poppers under my nose. “Take a deep breath boy, cause this time, I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna destroy you boy”. His left hand holds onto my right leg for balance while his left hand is choking me. He looks angry. “Take that fucking dick boy”. I can barely take it anymore. The room is lit and I can see his lean bearded face under the cap. I also can make out a scorpion tattoo on his left pec. He sees that I’m looking at it. “You know what that means don’t you boy? Dirty little pigs like you are after that, I know it!”. His face looks more and more evil as he’s picking up the pace. “You’ve been fucked all night like a dirty whore. You don’t know by who but I guarantee you that this dick of mine is fucking toxic”. My hole is burning. “The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I’d breed at the end of the night. Been building up that poz load for you all night”. He gives me one last whiff of poppers before I see his body stiffening. Guys around me are looking and encourage him. “Poz the boy!”. “Take my load boy!” as he’s unloading in my hole. As everyone is leaving me on my sling, I feel lost. I’m jerking off alone, just thinking that I just took my only second known poz load and wondering if I’m shooting my last neg load.

I’m proud as hell to be a faggot. For as long as I can remember, I knew I was ‘different’. I figured out I found men sexy and women did nothing for me at a very young age, but didn’t make the connection right away. I grew up in a tiny town but my parents are cool as hell. Even before I acknowledged I was a total faggot, they always told me to bide my time and that I would absolutely love going to college and getting away. First weekend there, I hooked up with a dude and quickly confirmed I was gay. Shortly after that, I bottomed for the first time and it was a life-changing moment. From that moment, I realized I was a total faggot who craved cock. I consider it a blessing to be a bottom bitch faggot and am so glad I’m not straight. Earlier today, I was looking for some porn videos of scrawny bottom bitches getting deep dicked by sexy hung studs, and somehow some straight porn came up. To this day, it still freaks me out and I got the hell outta there. Why in the hell would I ever want to even look at a female pussy when there are so many beautiful studs out there with rock hard dicks that are sexy as hell?

Dad’s Basement Part Ten There stood Garrett outside of my bedroom window, telling me that his dick was hard. “Dude, Dad is just down the hall,” I said “Boy, don’t act like a pussy, be a pussy” Garrett replied. “Skin needs to spit” “Shit” “Your Dad has fucked and gotten fucked in his bed, while you were here in your bed, what’s the big fucking deal” Garrett said, lifting his leg and beginning to climb in. I moved out of the way, as he came through my window. I was awake now, a little dick wouldn’t hurt, okay Skin wasn’t little. I turned around and bent over, showing Garrett my hole. “I take that as a oh come fuck me, breed me, YES” Garrett said. He quickly stripped, exposing his thin tattooed body. Fuck they were hot as hell. Skin was rock hard, pointing start out at me, exposing just the tip of the head and piss slit. His balls hung down between his legs. Garrett wasn't just thin, he was extremely thin, as in no fat. He moved quickly, dropped to a knee and stuck his tongue in my ass. Licking my hole coating it with his thick spit. I watched him stroke his uncut cock slowly as his lubed up my hole with his tongue. His free hand was pushing the spit in my hole. His two fingers slid in more and more, deeper and deeper as the spit lubed me. Satisfied that I was ready, he stood behind me, aimed his cock and pushed in. I was still sore, but the pain eased quickly and pleasure started. I felt his balls hit mine as he pumped in and out, his boney hands gripped my hips, holding on tight. He was a fucking jack rabbit, cock moving faster and faster out of my hole and it wasn’t long until he drove all the way in and shot his load. “Fuck I needed that” Garrett said. “Happy now?” I asked him. “Sit Matt,” he said “I have something to tell you, fuck didn’t tell your Dad and others when were chatting about you earlier” “Y’all were talking about me?” I asked playing dumb. “You dumb fuck, Paul and I saw you - well at least your cock, you should control that thing when you are spying, will give you away every time” he said laughing, “Don’t worry your secret is safe with us” “Damn” “Now listen, I heard from doctor today, yeah it’s Saturday but it was important so I guess he thought I should know. I don’t see Doc, nothing personal against him, but I had been with this doctor for a long time.” Garrett rambled, “Fuck, what was I saying” “I have no fucking clue, dude” “Oh shut, up, listen” Garrett was excited, like a kid in a candy store. What the fuck had him so worked up. “I’m full blown. I am the mother load. Never seen Skin so worked up like this before” I just sat there staring at him. Puzzled, I didn’t have a clue about his rambling. “Fuck, forgot you haven’t converted yet. I stopped taking my meds about a year ago, was undetectable at the time, but I was still HIV positive. I was tired of the side effects so I said ‘Fuck it’ and Skin agreed. So over time the virus built up in my system. Doctor confirmed it, I have full blown A.I.D.S” “I fucked you last night thinking I was only poz, but I am full blown. I was so horny with this news today that I had to fuck your pussy, knowing I had A.I.D.S” he said. I just looked at him. “Isn’t this great” Garrett said. “Fuck yeah” I said matching his energy. I really didn’t know what to think. Garrett jumped up off my bed, grabbing his clothes. He quickly dressed and headed towards my window. Half way out he turned to me. “Squirt, I will be here at ten in the morning, Be ready for anything!” “Dude it’s Sunday, Dad will be home” I said. “Wrong fucker, it’s Monday, You fucked a day, remember!” he said laughing popping out of my window. “BE READY” he yelled as he ran down the street. Rolling my eyes, I closed the window and blinds, jumped into bed. Garrett’s cum was leaking out of my hole. Sleep came fast, so did morning.

Dad’s Basement - Part Four As the week went on Dad taught me more and more about man to man raw sex, although it wasn’t physical, I knew that would change once the weekend arrived. Dad didn’t hold back when it came to my new sexual education, the more twisted and perverted the harder his cock got, and well, mine too. As each day past, my anticipation grew. I wondered if this would be the day that Dad popped my cherry, but it wasn’t and soon it was Friday. “Morning Son,” Dad said, as he slapped his hard cock against my forehead. “Morning." “Tonight is a big night for you. I have left you something on the table. You know what you need to do today for tonight,” he said, tucking his hard cock inside his pants. “Yes, Daddy.” “We both have to be ready for tonight,” he said. "See you about two this afternoon, Son.” With that he left, leaving me in my bed with my morning hard on which I slowly stroked under the covers, only to return saying “Son, quit playing with your cock. In fact don’t touch the fucker until I tell you. Not even to piss.’ “Fuck” I said, but it was too late. He was gone. Slowly I got out of bed, thinking pissing is going to be interesting and messy today as I headed down to the kitchen to see what he had left me. Wasn’t hard to find, he had propped a new jock in its packaging up against a huge black fake dick. Seeing this caused me to smile. Written on a post it was a note which read 'Wear this all day. Mark it as yours'. I opened the new jock and stepped into it. My hard cock tented the material of the pouch out. It was going to be a long day of getting ready for tonight in the basement, so I had to do what Dad had told me to do in order to be ready. Dad came home a little after two to find me seated on the floor in my jock which was still tented outwards by my hard cock and now stained yellow from piss. "Damn, that’s fucking hot, Son,” Dad remarked with pleasure. “Thanks,” I replied with a grin. We both did our thing to prepare for the night's activities, and were ready about 6:00 PM. I was in the kitchen leaning against the counter in my nasty jock when Dad came in. No words were spoken as he opened the basement door and disappeared into the darkness. I quickly moved towards the door and then down the stairs until I bumped into Dad at the bottom. My pouch inadvertently rubbed against his ass. “Easy Son. There will be time for that shortly.” I could hear movement already in the basement, yet it was completely dark. I began to think that the darkness was messing with my mind, until Dad hit the light switch and there in the middle of the room was eight nude men, each man's cock obscenely hard and pointing directly at me. Some of the men I recognized, while others were new to me. Dad turned to me, gabbed my upper arms in his fists and announced “Tonight Son, each of these men, will fuck and seed your neg hole. The goal is to convert you.” “Does that include you Dad?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH” he firmly declared, adding “I will be the first and the last in the first part of tonight's conversion party." My cock got harder in my pouch. I could not believe it. Tonight Daddy was going to take my virgin cherry as well as my disease cherry. My hole twitched as I looked at the men in the room and the hard man cocks. Never one to waste time, Dad pulled me into the locker room, where he pulled down my jock, freeing my hard cock. He positioned me on the empty wall, as another man stepped forward with a camera, his hard cock bouncing as he moved. I saw a flash and then I was pulled in a new direction. Fuck these twisted fuckers were in a hurry. I lost my jock in the locker room, not really caring if I ever saw it again. Then I was taken back to the first room. A fuck bench had been moved to the middle of the room. My heart was pounding and I felt my legs getting weak, the excitement was getting to be too much. It was obvious what was intended. I climbed on the bench, both my holes exposed for easy access. I felt my arms and legs being tied to the bench as my torso. With what was about to happen, these men wanted me to stay in place. Rough hands roamed my body, my ass was slapped over and over, nipples pinched, my cock jacked and balls squeezed. I felt one cock after another slap my face while other men spat in my face. I closed my eyes, hoping this was not a dream. I wanted this. A hot breathe in my ear asked “You want this Son?” It was my Daddy. I nodded in affirmation. “Not good enough, Son.” “Yes.” “You want Daddy and his friends to fuck you, to shoot their poz loads in your hole, to gift you their disease?” “FUCK YES DADDY! Fuck me, poz me, convert me.” “Good boy,” he said as the other men grunted in approval. My ass was spread wide by two men, as something rough was pushed into my hole. It hurt like hell as it passed through my clenched hole. I could feel scratching inside my hole as this object moved in and out of me. As my mind tried to get my mouth to object to this invasion in my hole, my cock jumped and leaked over powering my mind. Then the object was abruptly withdrawn, causing my hole to clinch shut in pain. Tears welled-up in my eyes, which I fought to stop. Again I felt breath in my ears announcing “Your fuck hole is ready Son.” My Dad was displaying a bloody toothbrush for my inspection. Standing up, he stroked his cock and handed the tooth brush to a tattoo covered man with a big uncut cock. Hands were still exploring my body, teasing and torturing me. My ass was burning from all the slaps. “Men, Let the games begin," Dad announced, asking me "Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, Son?” I felt Dad’s cock head rub up and down my crack. My legs were shaking from fear as well as excitement, knowing my Dad was going to take both my cherries right now. His head teased me over and over, until he grabbed my hips, and thrust his cock head into my hole. It resisted at first, but with consent pushing and the slapping of my ass checks from other men, it open and his cock plunged deep into my hole. The pain was intense. I screamed as he continued to push deeper and deeper, until he was balls-deep. He continued to press against my ass with his body, holding me to him as I tried to pull away and fight my bindings. The men all around grunted in approval of my Dad's assault on my ass. Some liquid was flowing freely down my crack and onto my balls. Dad pulled his cock out slowly, allowing me to feel every vein on his shaft, until only his head was inside my broken hole. Without warning he thrust back into my hole, doing this over and over. The pain continued with each thrust of his cock, but slowly diminished, until it was replaced with pleasure. My grunts of pain, turned to moans. “He’s fucking enjoying it now,” someone observed, adding “I can’t wait to shove this uncut cock into that used broken boy hole and let him feel that extra cock skin.” Someone else commented “Fuck, I have a week's worth of cum churning in my balls for this boy," and yet another "Conversion is almost certain for your boy.” Dad continued to fuck my hole, increasing his rhythm, balls bouncing off my ass. I could hear him grunting like a wild animal. His breathing was getting faster and faster too. I knew it would not be long until his poz load would be shooting into my wrecked hole, and I was right. “Here it comes Son. Daddy is going to corrupt you, convert up, fuck you up,” he exclaimed in triumph as he pushed in deep as his cock started shooting its toxic load out of the piss slit, which was accompanied by the declaration “Daddy is pozzing your boy pussy!” I could feel his cock jump. I could feel his cum shooting inside hitting the sensitive walls of my ass. Once done, he abruptly withdrew, which left my ass leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. Another cock head was breaching my hole, filling me up again, driving in balls-deep as the new man gripped my hips. I closed my eyes. This time the pain was less and was quickly replaced with pleasure. “Good job Son” my Dad said in my ear, “look at Daddy’s cock.” I opened my eyes to see my Dad’s semi hard cock in front of me. It was red with blood, mixed with cum. I could not believe his magnificent tool had been in my hole. “Clean my cock, Son.” With out hesitating I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. I licked and suck on his cock, tasting my blood and his cum, knowing that it was the second poz cum load he had given me, but the first one up my pussy. The man behind me continued to fuck my hole. His cock wasn't as thick as Dad’s but it was almost as long, didn’t really matter though, he knew how to fuck and please a hole, and it wasn't long before he rammed his cock deep inside and shot his load. Another poz load in my hole. Fuck, I was getting into this. I wondered how many loads I would get. He pulled out my used hole and laughed, saying "Damn, after only two cocks, look how that hole gapes!” Even if I couldn't see what he was talking about, after having been fucked by two cocks in rapid sequence, I could feel not only were my ass lips puffy, my hope was gaping open. The ventilation in the basement was causing slight drafts, and the air blowing across my hole caused it to wink a bit, but still stayed open. Shivers ran up my spine, and straight to my cock, causing it to jump more and leak more. I was surprised I hadn't yet shot my load. “Ready for a new sensation Boy? Uncut cock. Lots of skin.” I felt the cock slide in deep. The new man held it there, then slowly pulled out. I could feel the skin moving as the cock moved. I moaned. With only one thrust and pull out I knew I was hooked on uncut cock. He wasn’t going to continue to bring me pleasure this was about him, so he grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder and harder, but the uncut cock and rough fuck only made me moan loader. “Your Boy is a fucking natural,” my latest fucker announced as he continued fucking with gusto. I was to occupied with getting fucked to hear any replies, but I felt another cock poking at my mouth so I sucked it in, cleaning it off, tasting my ass, my blood, my Dad’s cum and his cum. I wanted poppers but none were ever presented to me. Soon the uncut man rammed in and began shooting. Pulling out he was replaced by another cock. This was done over and over for several hours. Each man had shot his poz load into my well-used hole. I had no idea how long I was tied there, taking each man’s poz cock and cum up my hole. I did know, however, I was fucked by each one, starting with my Dad, and, as promised, to be concluded by my Dad. “Time for the cock that made you again, boy.” I felt Dad’s big cock, easily slid into my hole. I moaned as I was sore from the earlier fucks, but the slickness of all the poz loads reduced the pain and increased the pleasure, although there was no escaping the fact that the torn tissues in my ass were a source of substantial pain. Dad, however, was not concerned with my discomfort, he was focused on getting off and ensuring my conversion. He fucked my hole with fast jerking movements in and out of my hole, until he changed the motion to long strokes. I could feel his cock head sliding in deep, hitting my prostate with each thrust. “Going to fuck that last neg load out of you, Son.” I could feel someone holding my cock, slowly jacking it. I knew I would not last long with Dad fucking my hole and someone jacking me. I bit my lip to hold of on shooting until I couldn’t hold it any more. My cock start to shoot, my ass muscles would contracted around Dad’s cock. “Oh FUCK BOY!” my Dad yelled, “your hole is squeezing Daddy’s cock, gonna poz you again, can’t hold it.” With that he slammed balls deep into me and shot, as the man finished milking my cock. Still breathing heavy Dad, pulled out and slapped my ass check with appreciation, praising me saying “Good boy, Son, but it isn't over. Ten poz loads is only the beginning.” I was lifted off the fuck bench, held up by two men, one on each side. I looked down to see with cocks hard as rocks. Grins came across their faces. “That was just part one Boy” one of the men explained, adding “Part two is the mind fuck.”

Dad’s Basement Part Three Dad’s shower was open with multiple heads, like something you would see in a locker room, which made it easy to spy on him. I stood outside the shower area as he turned on the water for each head. His cock bounced as he moved alone the wall completing his task. The steam began to rise almost instantly, heating the air. I watched Dad step under on of the head, water began to run down his muscled frame, matting the body hair as he became wetter and wetter. It was like a dream watching him run his hands over his body, massaging his muscles. His hands explored every inch of his body, slowly running along the length of his cock and cupping his balls. My cock began to harden again as I watched the live shower scene of my Dad. He slowly turned his back to me. His hands began to move down the front of his thighs, causing him to bend over the lower his hands went down his legs. I watched his furry ass as he bent over. Once his hands were near his ankles, his furry crack opened, exposing his hole to me. It was so fucking hot. His hands moved to his ass checks and spread them open more, giving me a better view of his hole. I felt like I was frozen to the floor, as I watched his hands massage his cheeks then slowly move towards his crack. His fingers ran up and down the furry trench, teasing his hole and me. Unknowingly, I was doing the same to my crack, my fingers were sliding up and down my own crack, teasing my self. It was pleasure I had never experienced before. Each time my fingers hit my hole, my cock jumped. “Step into my parlor, Son.” I stepped in and joined my Dad under the shower heads. The hot water felt good on my body. I closed my eyes and put my head under the falling water. “Relax” was the only word spoken. One of Dad’s hands was pushing my forward on my upper back while the other was rubbing my lower back. He was bent of slightly, opposite of me, his fingers were lightly toughing my skin above my ass, slowly moving down. I bit my lip when the found the entrance of my crack and slowly work down. The first pass they just went over my hole, each finger dipping slightly in as they went over my puckered hole. Dad’s fingers stopped as they pasted upwards. This time he pushed his fingers into my pucker, just getting the tips in slightly, over and over. Each time he did this I would moan ever so silently. Grabbing some soap, he lathered up his fingers, then returned to my hole. With each push inwards his fingers invaded deeper and deeper into my virgin hole. The little bit of pain, turned to pleasure with each push inwards. I braced myself with my hands against the wall. “Daddy loves your boy pussy, Son” he said as he quickly moved behind me, pressing his furry muscled body against my back. His hard cock was laying in my crack and in my mind’s eye I could see it covering the whole length. He was slowly moving it up and down my crack, breathing on my neck. "Hard to keep from pushing my cock into your hole, fucking you good and seeding your hole, Son,” he said, “Restraining myself is hard. If I am to convert you, I have to do it correctly.” “Yes Daddy,” was all I could say. He turned me around, pulling me close again. This time our cocks were pressed together. Being slightly shorter than him, our eyes were inches apart, as well as our lips. I licked mine as I stared into his eyes. “Get on your knees, Son,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until his cock was in my face, adding “Taste your Daddy.” I opened my mouth as wide as possible and engulfed Dad’s big veiny cock, taking it as deep as possible. His hands moved to the back of my head, pushing gently. Placing my hands on his thighs as I moved back and forth on his cock, doing my best to take it further and further down my throat. Apparently that what Dad had in mind as he grunted a deep voice "Deeper Son, DEEPER.” I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat as I went down on him, only to gag more and more. His hips began to thrust more and more towards my face, pushing more of his cock into my mouth and throat as he cooed “Relax Son, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I tried to relax but this was so new. His hands moved from the back of my head to the sides, holding me in place as he thrust his hips faster and harder towards my face. I felt his balls hit my chin as his cock inched deeper into my throat, until there was a pop. His cock slide into my throat and he pressed his crotch against my face, balls against my chin. “Good Boy," Dad again murmured, only to hold still for a moment, then only to pull out, and then resume face-fucking me. As he did so, spit shot out of my mouth, landing in his crotch hair and running down my chin. I focused my eyes upwards to see his chest heaving, his head thrown back while biting his lips as he teased me saying “Not much longer now Son.” I muffled a moaned as a response. I was in my own ecstasy. I had my Dad’s hard cock fucking my mouth. Tasting his pre-cum, a preview of the cum that was infected with his HIV. My hands were rubbing the wet furry thighs as my cock jumped a little as it stood between my thighs. “Hot fucking mouth Son. Can only imagine how good my cock would feel slipping in and out of your neg fuck hole,” he remarked. Again I replied with a muffled moan. “Want Daddy to shoot on your face or down your throat Son?” he asked. “faummmce” I replied. “Throat it is, Boy.” He pulled his cock out slightly as his piss slit opened. His poz cum shot out, landing on my tongue giving me a taste of my Dad’s toxic seed. After two shots, he pushed his cock all the way in and shot the rest of his load down my throat to my waiting stomach. I could feel the pulses of cum shooting against my tongue. “Fuck yeah, huge load,” Dad commented as the intensity and frequency of his cum shots decreased, finally stopping. Dad repeated withdrew himself, only to push back in, each time his cock softening on the down stroke. “Lick Daddy’s cock clean, Boy.” I did as he demanded, running my tongue all over his cock while it was inside my mouth. Once it popped out, I continued to lick it. My cock bounced as I licked his softening cock. He bent over, grabbing my chin in his hand, locking his eyes on mine and announced “Your first HIV load, Son.” Without touching myself I shot my load in the air. It was washed away with the hot water from the shower. "Soon you won’t be shooting neg loads, Boy.”

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Today I went to an adult book store and I sucked a man’s cock... If you saw me on the street you wouldn’t suspect a thing. To the average passerby I am a “normal”, heterosexual, masculine, alpha-type, jock guy. I’ve been attracted to women ever since my balls dropped. I date women, I love women, I fuck women - I always have and I always will, but when I was a sophomore in college I discovered the wonderfully perverted and easily accessible world of Craigslist. On Craigslist, you can search for any kind of hookup you want. Sure, the odds of finding another genuine person that’s interested in meeting you is incredibly low, but whether you’re browsing and posting in the M4M, M4W, MW4M, T4M, M4T, or whatever, you can, with enough effort, find pretty much whatever you’re looking for. And so, as a sophomore in college that wasn’t getting nearly as much pussy as he wanted, I turned to Craigslist as a release for my pent up sexual energy. In my youth I was, and still am, totally straight - in the sense that I genuinely only have a romantic attraction for women - but ever since I first became aware of my sexuality I’ve realized that pretty much anything sexual turns me on: straight, gay, bi, lesbian, trans, sci-fi, serious kink, whatever - it gets my dick hard. Hopefully it would make Alfred Kinsey proud to know that I consider myself to be romantically straight, but I can enjoy having sex with all kinds of people. So let’s work on fast forwarding to the fun bit….my twenties were full of dating women, fucking women, and occasionally, mostly during slow periods where I wasn’t fucking pussy, fucking trans women and getting fucked by men. That last part of that sentence might have thrown you. As a masculine guy that fits the classic definition of “hetero” I am inclined toward fucking women and fucking trans women, yet I am also inclined toward getting fucked / being a cock sucker for other men. After contemplating this reality for most of a decade I feel pretty comfortable explaining it thusly: with women (cis or trans) I like to play the traditional “guy” role, but with men, I enjoy the power swap of taking a bottom or even a submissive role. Make of it what you will…. So, with all of that said, here is the real story that you came looking for...I’m am 30 years old, living on the opposite side of the country that I grew up on, white, about 6 feet tall, handsome enough with blue eyes and blond hair and a fit casual athlete’s build. I’ve been in a monogamous relationship with a girl for about six months. The sex has been great, but lately I’ve had a horny itch that no amount of fucking my girlfriend can take care of. About 10 years ago, when I was fresh out of college, I finished up a short Craigslist M4M binge (my first dive into man-sex) by visiting a local porn shop that had private video booths with gloryholes in them. On that first visit to a porn shop I ended up sucking the cock of, and getting fucked (safely), by the big black cock of the front desk worker. It was a one time thing, but it’s a memory that makes me hot to this very day. So I know that adult book stores exist, and I know what goes on within the pitch black realm of the video booths...and I think it’s fucking hot. Today I had an appointment in a neighboring town that’s only about 10 miles away. On my way to the appointment in the morning I realize that today would be a great day to stop by the local porn shop and pick up some fresh poppers (thank you Craigslist gay guys for informing me about poppers!) During my appointment my mind is constantly distracted with the thought of walking into the porn shop (always so seedy yet so exciting) and asking for a little brown bottle of Rush or Amsterdam or the like. Just before noon I finish up my work at the appointment and I head over to the porn shop. I get there right at noon and am pleased to find that there’s one parking spot left - perfect. I walk into the shop fully intending to just buy a couple of bottles, and then head home to work and get through the rest of my day. I knew that with some hot porn I had already started downloading, and the fresh poppers, I’d have a nice night of jacking my cock ahead of me. But as I stood at the counter with the clerk ringing up my purchase a thought crept into my head, “it might be fun to spend a couple bucks in the arcade...sitting in a shitty folding chair, flipping the channels through hot, but unimaginative porn, sniffing these fresh poppers, and jerking a load or two out...aaaaand maybe inviting one of the waiting sketchballs (they’re always there aren’t they?) into the booth with me so I can suck his cock, or better yet, hopefully there’s a gloryhole in my booth so I can suck some cock anonymously....” As I finished up my purchase at the counter, guess what I decided? The clerk handed me my two bottles of poppers (one bottle of standard Rush and one bottle of Jungle Juice Platinum - both cold from the fridge) I handed him some cash in exchange for video coupons, and then I headed into the incredibly dark and seedy video area. As I pushed open the door the separate the video area from the main shopping area I noticed that there were about six or seven booths to the left and there were about four booths to the right. I could make out the rough shapes of two guys waiting in the shadows. I hadn’t admitted it to myself but my subconscious knew that I wanted to get a booth with a gloryhole, but this was my first time in this store’s video area and I didn’t even know if any of the booths had holes, so I just randomly headed toward the cracked door of an apparently unoccupied booth at the back left of the room. Once in the room I closed the door, noticed that there was no chair, and fished around in my pockets for the bottles of poppers. The poppers were still way too cold to be useful but I set about tearing off their wrappers and holding them tightly in my fists so they could begin to warm up. After noticing that this booth didn’t have a hole I thought about moving to another booth, but I figured that I might as well stay here and get some juices flowing before venturing back into the main room. So I slid a coupon into the video machine, clicked through the pornos, settled on an Evil Angel flick with two chicks doing obscene things to each other’s holes while a random dude occasionally injected his dick into the equation. As I stood there watching I thought about how absolutely seedy this porn shop scene was, and that, more than the porno playing on the screen, got my dick growing. After a few minutes I had my pants unbuttoned, the popper bottles under my armpits (a quick thank you to my years in the Army) and my hand lazily caressing the length of my cock. At some point a person tried to open my door from the other side, but I had engaged the lock so I remained alone in the booth. The jostle at the doorknob got my mind racing though...other cocks (presumably) were interested in having fun with me...that’s hot. After another couple of minutes I had warmed the popper bottles up to approximately room temperature so I took a hit. That familiar, exciting, and incredibly slutty feeling rushed into my body. After holding the hit in my lungs for a few seconds I exhaled and reveled in the feeling of absolute hornyness taking hold. With that big bold push I unlatched the door and walked into the main area of the video booth room. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could now see that one guy was standing awkwardly between the frame of the main entrance, and the frame of the closest video booth. If I opened the video booth closest to him he’d essentially be squished behind the door. Most of the 10 or so doors in the room were solidly closed and I had no idea if this meant that they were in use or not. I pulled one open, peered in, and was disappointed to see that there wasn’t a gloryhole. I did the same with another booth, and then again with a third. It appeared that none of the booths had holes. Bummer. So my attention turned back toward the booth closest to the main entrance. I pulled the door open and stepped inside. Obviously, this booth was exactly like the booth I had first settled in, but this one did have a chair which was nice. I took a seat in the chair, made sure the door was closed but not locked (important) and fired up a porno. After just a couple of minutes I pushed the door slightly ajar and waited. Within 10 seconds a man entered. I couldn’t see much, but I could tell that he was the same guy that had been hiding (of sorts) along the wall between the main door and my booth’s door. He closed the door behind him, shuffled a step or two into the small booth, and then asked me, “Which do you prefer” in a very pleasant not-American but fairly indistinguishable accent. I responded with, “I like both” which he seemed to appreciate. I quickly put a hand to his crotch, and he stuck a hand down to my hard cock which I had previously released by unbuttoning my pants while sitting in the chair. Before I knew it he had dropped his pants and standing proudly before me was a impressively thick, perfectly long uncut cock with trimmed pubes. Fucking jackpot! My first thought upon seeing this perfect specimen of manliness was, “What are the fucking odds of unbuttoning a stranger’s pants in a porn booth and getting a cock like this?” I looked up at the guy to attempt to see his face, and was pleased to see that he looked to be pretty fucking normal. Probably a professional guy of some sort - like me, which was nice. And with that thought I opened my mouth and began to worship his cock like it deserved to be worshipped. I was sitting in a shitty metal garden chair inside a tiny porn booth and Mr. No Name was standing to my eleven o’clock. The angle was slightly awkward, but I had enough range of motion to give his cock the attention it deserved. With my own cock sticking straight up out of my pants I worked on his thick member (I’m 7 inches long, cut, straight as an arrow, but not remarkably thick so I enjoy playing with “better” cock) while he leaned over and fished a coupon out of his pocket. He paid absolutely no attention to the porn on the screen as he rolled his head back in apparent bliss. After a few minutes of sucking his nice cock I sent a hand into my pocket to grab the poppers. I brought the bottle up to my nose and inhaled. Then, as a nice cocksucker should, I offered Mr. No Name a hit of my poppers. He took the bottle and began to inhale as I continued to suck on his cock. His cock was great: big but not too big, trimmed (I hate errant pubes), freshly showered, and hard as a rock. Fuck, it felt good in my mouth. Without any hesitation I began to demonstrate my minimal skills at deepthroating. I gave it a good effort and enjoyed his rough, but what I took to be appreciative, thrusts into my throat. After several minutes of worshipping his cock he leaned over to taste my hard cock. His mouth felt fucking wonderful and I immediately came to the realization that there was no way that I could endure more than a minute of his sucking. I had just enough time to unscrew the cap of a popper bottle, take a hit, and then send my hand down to my cock head to guard it from his wonderful fucking mouth - I was horny as shit but I just didn’t want to cum yet. He stood up and my mouth went back to his cock. We must have spent about 10 minutes playing this game of him sucking me for a minute, and me sucking him for 2 to 3 - back and forth. I felt like it was a fair trade At some point a jostle of the doorknob sent him into scared freakout mode, but within seconds he had checked the lock on the door, I had whispered a “what’s up?” and then his hand was back on my head and pushing me down onto his cock. All was good. After about 15 minutes he started to make really enthusiastic sounds. I really wanted to feel his thick cock explode it’s (hopefully) big load in my mouth. I could tell that he was a little disappointed that I hadn’t let him suck my cock too much, but I was determined to make it up to him by blowing his mind with my blowjob. Without warning, his cockhead began to pulse and I knew that the great moment was upon us. And then, at that exact fucking moment, the doorknob jostled again. Mr. No Name turned his body away from me to face the door, his cock head popped out of my mouth and began to spurt thick, hot, white cum all over the frame of the door that he was now facing. I couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle as my hand darted to his cockhead, his hips dipped and bucked with the power of his orgasm, and his hand grasped the already locked doorknob to guarantee that it wouldn’t be opened by whoever was outside. Ten seconds after his orgasm began he started to regain his composure. I looked up at him, spit and pre-cum covered lips shining, and said, “What’s your email?” I don’t play with guys very often anymore, but I had the feeling that this guy was a keeper and it’d be nice if we could reconnect in the future under better circumstances at some point. He stared at me kind of blankly, and then seemed to understand what I was saying as I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone. I unlocked it, opened up a notes page, and handed it to him. He typed in a coherent but seemingly random Gmail address, and then he buttoned up his pants, got his shit in order, and then left the booth. Since I hadn’t busted my nut yet (intentionally) I figured that I’d stay in the booth and use the the two coupons that I still had. With my cock still out, I fed in the coupons, clicked through the channels, and sat back and explored my mind with thoughts of how fucking dirty it was that I had just sucked off a random dude in a porn shop video booth. Fuck. Hot. Crazy. As I sat there jerking by myself some rando tried to open to the door. It would have been hot to attempt to please another dick, but it was still just lunch time and I knew that I needed to get my poppers buzz settled before walking out, driving home, and getting some more work done. And so it was that I sat there, jerked my cock, and blew my load in a dirty-ass porn booth. Earlier this evening, and a few hours after getting home from this escapade, I sent an email to the address that Mr. No Name gave me. I didn’t want to say anything too revealing in the off chance that he had given me his personal or work email, so I just said something along the lines of “Hey, it was nice meeting you today. Let me know if this is a good email for you.” I’d really like to hear back from him, but I figure that the odds are pretty small. I wrote this story partially out of the hope that he’d see it and reply. Here’s to that hope. Sex is fun. I wish it wasn’t wrapped up in so much bullshit, but I guess I also get off on some of the taboo that we Americans have with our sex. I’d really love to hear feedback on this story, so please feel free to email me at ABSstory@gmail.com with any kind of comments. Thanks.

I know a poz young man of 27 who preys on barely legal young boys. I met him when I was 25 yo. when he picked me up from a dance club. He thought I was younger due to my Asian looks and tall slim body. We went back to his place and partied and fucked. After he filled my hole 3 times he wanted to take a break but I was still hi and hungry for more fuck. He called his supplier and handed me the money for his dealer and started to prepare his bath. He gave me some more hits and put on porn on his TV before he sank into the tub. As I watched the porn, I realized that it was all his own tapes of him fucking these young twinks. Some of them looked really young and naive but he fucked them really rough and hard. And all RAW. I was so turned on by it. My friend is white and about 5'9" and have a really cute face but he has really big thick mean cock and he loves to fucking dominate me and on TV I was looking at him dominating and using a young twink. The bell rang and when I opened the door, a really hot blatino boy walked in followed by a small sweet looking Asian boy. While we sat and waited for my boy to finish his bath, I found out that the asian boy was 17 and he's never been with another man. He chatted with the blatino dealer online for last few months and finally decided to meet him in person. I don't know if it was the drug or not but I wanted to see this boy being used by my friend and this blatino boy like on TV. So I helped the blatino boy who has been trying to make the asian boy to take a hit from the pipe. Finally the boy gave in and took a hit from the pipe and I urged him to take 4 in a row. This got Asian boy really hi and horny... and hungry for cocks. My friend finally came out of bath and joined the blatino as they both shoved their cocks in his ass and mouth... As they used the asian boy's body for their sexual pleasure, I held the camera and started to record the whole things. By the time I left the friend's house with this asian boy, we were both filled with cum and piss from these two men.